the close ups we never had

anonymous asked:

Glad you are back to answering asks! Can I ask why you closed the shipper forum?

Sure, but be aware that it opened up again about a week later completely restructured.  The way it was organized was leaving people who were there to enjoy their ships as targets for people who came into under the guise of   “debate” because we had broad general threads for couples where everything about that couple could be discussed. The rules for the section created a lot of loopholes. We have never had love/hate threads so they were open to everyone. The other part of that is that there are also people who are ultra-sensitive about their ships and reacted poorly sometimes.  So we simplified the rules, strengthened the penalties for frivolous reporting, made some changes in the thread structure to narrow the topics and gave shippers a place where they don’t have to worry as much about someone raining on their parade.  

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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things I love about Steve Trevor
  • He makes sure he actually thanks Diana for pulling him out of the water
  • The only time he ever expresses doubt to Diana about any of her beliefs is when he’s trying to convince her not to jeopardize the mission by killing Ludendorff, and even then it’s a hypothetical (“what if”)
    • He also does after she kills Ludendorff but that’s after her belief is shattered so I don’t really count it
  • He is so duty-bound I love him so much no wonder he and Diana got along so well
  • He just. Wants the people around him to be happy? The scene after they rescue Veld always kills me, and two parts in particular: 
    • When Charlie starts playing piano and singing and Steve says “I haven’t heard him sing in years…” and his face is all soft and you can see the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips but you can also see all the sadness in his eyes from those years of him not singing
    • And when he’s dancing with Diana and it starts to snow and she looks up and is so confused and delighted and he’s like “it’s snow… go on, touch it” and she does (also she has to let go of his hand to do it and he still encourages her to? such a small thing but oh man my heart) and he looks at her with such heart eyes
    • Honestly Chris Pine played him so well, so much complex emotion depicted even when he’s not speaking, like jfc well done
  • I love the boat scene, partly because it’s just fucking hilarious but mostly because their conversation is so respectful. She tells him she was sculpted from clay and brought to life by the breath of Zeus and his reaction is just to raise his eyebrows and say “Well, that’s neat.” 
    • I know that could read as sarcastic but it doesn’t to me at all. It’s funny, sure, but he isn’t making fun of her. It’s genuine and kind, even when what she’s saying is fairly unbelievable.
    • Just the entire way they speak in this scene… He never adopts that Mansplaining Tone™ that is so common, even when he’s actually explaining things. He talks because he wants to share information. It’s a cultural exchange, and I loved it.
  • After Veld, when they’re sitting and watching the villagers dance, he just quietly says, “You did this.” and she’s the one who smiles at him and says, “We did this.” He has so much respect for her and it kills me inside because it’s not “We did this” originally (which could be him pointing out that they’re a good team, him saying they have things in common, or a thousand other things), it’s just “You did this,” because he just wants her happy. He wants her to recognize how goddamn impressive she is. There is no agenda to what he said and it fucks me up
  • The entire scene with the kiss. Like, I’m gay as hell, usually I hate this kind of thing because it feels so unnecessary, but this was so well done I’m genuinely glad it was included
    • When he escorts her up to a room he then starts to leave. Even with all of that tension he doesn’t want to assume that she wants anything to happen. 
    • So he has his hand on the door and he starts to back out of the room and he hesitates just long enough for her to turn around and meet his gaze. And even then he’s reading that as a sign that she wants him in the room so he steps forward and closes the door behind her and then looks up again to confirm that’s what she wanted. And even after that, he crosses over to her so slowly and lets her be the one to actually initiate the kiss. 
    • He gives her a thousand and one chances to change her mind, to give him a small indication that she’s uncomfortable or doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s only once she lets all of those chances pass that they kiss. 
    • Consent-based relationships, man. Fuck me up.
  • Speaking of consent… the scene after Diana returns to Veld and sees the gas has killed everyone fucks me up
    • Steve’s followed her there and is clearly freaked the fuck out because she’s just gone and he physically can’t go in to try to find her because of the gas
    • So when she comes out he’s so visibly relieved and he goes forward and puts his hands around her face, clearly wanting to kiss her, and she shoves him away and says “stay away from me.” and he does.
    • He lets her be furious and devastated and overwhelmed because he knows what it’s like to feel powerless and I think he is genuinely sorry he contributed to her feeling this much pain. He lets her say she’s angry, he lets her blame him, he lets her grieve and doesn’t stop her when she leaves him there.
    • Not only does he not stop her, he sees the smoke from Chief’s fire and yells to her to follow it because he had followed Ludendorff. Their argument from the ballroom still isn’t resolved - she wants to just kill him and be done with it, Steve wants that to wait so they can focus on stopping the gas - but he recognizes that this is her choice and even after she’s basically just blamed an entire village’s deaths on him (and on herself) he tries to help her carry it out.
  • So after Diana’s killed Ludendorff and the war is still going on and Steve runs up to find her, he’s so visibly relieved that she’s alive and (like after Veld) goes to kiss her but backs away without her doing anything because he realizes the “stay away from me” thing has never been explicitly lifted. She might still want nothing to do with him and he respects that.
    • He does touch her a couple times after this but it’s always brief, I think it continues only because she didn’t react negatively the first time, and like they’re in the middle of a fucking war and I think Steve’s about 900% convinced that they’re all going to die so I’m gonna cut him a little slack here.
  • They have that “argument” again, where Diana says “this should have stopped, I killed him, why is this still going on” and instead of saying I told you so Steve just tries to get her to move on and help him save other people.
    • When he says “maybe it’s us! maybe we’re to blame!” (meaning not Ares) and she says that (obviously) she isn’t to blame, he doesn’t hesitate, he just says “but maybe I am.” He’s willing to put that on himself. Also, the qualifier through this scene - but maybe it’s us - is so important to me, because he’s still not saying “you’re wrong.” it’s a maybe.
    • When she refuses to go with him he’s clearly frustrated (again I’m giving him a pass here because he’s frustrated because he knows he won’t be able to save as many people without her) but he still doesn’t try to force her to go with him. He doesn’t guilt-trip her, doesn’t yell at her for not helping. He just gives that desperate shrug and says “I have to go. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
    • And when Charlie and Sam and Chief show up and ask where Diana is, all he says is “we’re on our own.” Not “she wouldn’t fucking help us” - which frankly is probably what I would have said in this situation - just that statement and nothing more.
  • In their final scene, when she’s hurt and dazed and temporarily hard of hearing, he breaks his “no touching” rule, but he breaks it because he’s helping her stand up and then because, well… even if she doesn’t, he knows he’s never going to see her again. 
    • It’s also super important to me that he doesn’t try to kiss her in this scene, because god knows he must have wanted to. He sees that she is in no shape to consent to anything like that and he doesn’t even come close to pushing it.
    • I’m not even gonna get into the “I can save today” part because I’m still too emotionally fraught
    • He says is “I wish we had more time.” before he tells her he loves her and literally runs to his death. That’s it. Nothing that could possibly make her feel guilty, nothing that could have seemed like he regretted anything. Not “I wish we hadn’t gone to the front.” Just “I wish we had more time.”
    • And he then, metaphorically and literally, gives her more time. Because he knows his clock has run out, but that doesn’t mean hers has to… So he runs and saves today and gives her his watch. Gives her time.
  • Anyway I’m seventeen thousand levels of fucked up from this movie, please feel free to add because Steve is amazing and a genuinely good, complex, respectful male character like this should be celebrated
#awkward #pining #ministry

Prompts: @tera2
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry. And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago. 

No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.

“Auror Potter." 

Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea. It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all over Malfoy’s inked face.  

The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move. His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.

Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper, throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d been fast enough.

He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”

Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these days?

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat - or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting to the floor instead.

The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there, if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.

He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.

Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.

Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course, you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.

“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.

“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”

“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”

They both stared at the open door.

Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting – his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?

Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an accurate assumption at this stage.

There was amusement in Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy, Potter, or am I special?”

“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean, that’s not what I  -“

Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face on them too.”

Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”

“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”

“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.

“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”

Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.

Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit, but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”

Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.

more like this l @queenofthyme

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran accidentally hitting MC headcannons? I'm sorry if this triggers you or something but I'm curious how will they react!

( ̄▽ ̄) This got progressively more fun to write~~ It varies from fluff to comedy to slight angst lolol

–R.I.


RFA Accidentally Hits MC

Yoosung

  • He hadn’t meant to, he swears!!
  • He was just so excited about finally achieving a higher level than Seven on LOLOL that he’d carelessly thrown his headphones behind him and you just happened to be there!
  • When he turned around to tell you his good news, he noticed the newly-formed bump on your head.
  • Oblivious, he tilted his head in question. “Oh, how’d you get hurt, MC?”
  • You fired a glare at him, crossing your arms and stomping off, irritated by his carelessness. ‘I’m going to ignore him!’ you decided.
  • You held true to your word.
  • It wasn’t until days later (in which Yoosung spent whining for your attention) when he heard you complaining to Jaehee about what had happened, and how careless he was.
  • Finally learning his mistake, he slid to the floor, grasping at your leg while he stared up at you with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry!!!” he wailed, feeling the guilt him hard. “I’ll do anything to make it up to youuuu” ;-;
  • Dammit, his puppy face was hard to resist.

Zen

  • He noticed you trying to sneak up on him by looking at your shadow on the floor, and he swiftly turned around so he could tease you that your plan failed but… but…
  • His long ponytail somehow whacked you in the face, leaving a pink mark on your cheek
  • “Owwie.” You rubbed your cheek with a slight frown.
  • He shrieks at the sin he’d just committed. I JUST HIT MY PRINCESS WHATDOIDOOHMYGODIDESERVETODIE
  • He rushed out an apology in a panic, “MC, I’m so sorry, oh my gosh, I’ll never do that agai-”
  • Low whistles came from their surroundings.
  • “Wow, what an awful boyfriend, did he hit her? Her cheek is pink… Poor girl…”
  • “Isn’t that the actor Zen? Didn’t know he was abusive to his girlfriend…”
  • Every comment only made him feel guiltier. He hadn’t meant to hurt you—he would never!
  • He placed his head in his hands, feeling horrible about himself. You noticed that tears were welling up in his eyes.
  • “Hey, it was just an accident… And it was only your hair. It’s okay Zen. I know you’d never hurt me,” you murmured gently, smiling brightly up at him as you brushed aside his bangs.
  • “M-maybe I shouldn’t stand so close to you anymore…” He shook his head, frantically backing away from you, not processing your words at all.
  • Well, you sure had fun explaining why Zen kept running away from you like a little kid at the RFA party. It only got worse when Seven joined in, “ARE WE PLAYING TAG?!? TAG, YOU’RE IT, MC!!!” and running off…

Jaehee

  • As usual, you were helping out at the coffeeshop, scurrying around behind the counter to get to the customers’ orders.
  • And like most days, it was busy.
  • As you were serving a customer at the cash register, Jaehee was rushing to finish someone else’s order, and in her hurry, she bumped into you. Hard.
  • The both of you crashed down, with her knee digging into your abdomen. You felt the wind knocked out of you, and you gasped for air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the pain.
  • “MC!” Jaehee shrieked, the guilt hitting her immediately. “MC, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
  • You were in too much pain to even realize she was talking. You closed your eyes as you rolled to your side, trying to tolerate it.
  • “Hey, take my order already!” someone demanded.
  • Jaehee slowly stood up, a fierce glare upon her face as she slammed her fist onto the countertop. “Your order? MC is hurt and all you can think about is your order? You think your order is more important?” she growled, glaring daggers in the inconsiderate customer’s direction.
  • The customer visibly gulped, shuddering from the intensity of Jaehee’s anger. “N-no, ma’am…”
  • Your girlfriend clicked her tongue. In an icy cold tone, she stated, “I’ve never had to ask this of a customer before. Get. Out.”
  • Ignoring the line of customers, Jaehee chose to tend to you first, carrying you princess style (remember this gal can fight) to the staffroom and checking the damage. Upon seeing the bruise, she winced, feeling another wave of guilt overwhelm her. You could see her silently mouthing yet another apology as she stared at it.
  • “It’ll heal. It was only an accident, Jaehee, don’t worry,” you soothed her, smiling gently. Albeit with a frown, she accepted it.
  • …Although, she made you take multiple days off after that, despite your protests.

Jumin

  • He’d just gotten out of a 6 hour long meeting, feeling completely worn out. Nonetheless, it was over, so he could finally return to his office.
  • You’d asked to meet with him for lunch that day, patiently waiting for him to finish up.
  • But he had hardly taken a step into the office, and he received a call from another business partner. He flashed you an apologetic look before taking the call, walking to the far end of the room to talk quietly.
  • You didn’t mind, it was just a little more waiting. The call couldn’t possibly take that long, after all!
  • Or so you thought.
  • But over an hour had passed already, and his lunch break was almost over. Growing impatient, you walked up to your husband, reaching to hug him.
  • Noticing your actions, he swatted his hand dismissively, trying to tell you he was busy. Unfortunately, he was distracted, and he ended up smacking your face.
  • The moment his hand made contact with your face, his expression froze. In a split second, Jumin hung up on his call, setting aside his phone and rushing to your aid.
  • But you pushed him away.
  • He winced at the hurt expression on your face. You weren’t upset because he’d hit you, but that he had tried to dismiss you as if you were just another employee to him—as if you weren’t important. But you couldn’t say that out loud to him. Just because he had hurt your feelings, it didn’t mean you had to do the same to him.
  • You lowered your eyes, avoiding his worried gaze, and quietly walked out of his office. Jumin sank into his chair in despair, feeling awful about what he’d done. He knew how it felt to be cast aside for work. And he hated that you had to go through the same experience.
  • After finishing work that night, he returned home, still feeling ashamed of himself. You’d already turned off all the lights as if to say you weren’t waiting for him tonight. He hesitantly opened the door to your shared bedroom, where you were reading a book in bed.
  • Jumin held up a bouquet of purple hyacinths, nervously forcing a smile on his face. “I-I’m sorry about earlier today, MC…” he said quietly.
  • “You think flowers will make me forgive you?” you sighed, a frown tugging at your lips. “While I appreciate the sentiment, the flowers won’t win me over. I understand that you may have been stressed from work, but that doesn’t make me any less upset about it. Well, you should get some rest.”
  • He looked away, then suddenly grabbed your hand. “I… Will you let me explain myself, at least?”
  • Albeit surprised, you nodded calmly.
  • “The reason I’ve been working so hard lately… even today… it’s because I wanted to clear my schedule to spend time with you. I know you’ve been very patient with me all this time, and I’m really grateful for that. I just… kind of missed passing time with you, so I was planning to finish up next week’s work and then properly ask you out on a date… But I guess it really took a toll on me.” He sighed again. “I’m sorry.”
  • You wrapped your arms around him, a soft smile upon your face. “Then, make it up to me by staying with me all next week, okay?”
  • Although you wouldn’t see it, Jumin had an adorable grin on his face. ‘I love you so much.’

Seven

  • “BWAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!”
  • If you were wondering why Saeyoung was laughing at 6AM in the morning, it’s because he woke up to your face.
  • Now, he wakes up with you everyday, but it was the first time that you awoke with a nosebleed. He grinned cheekily, “I didn’t know I was that hot, babe.”
  • …to which, earned him a smack in the head.
  • “This is your fault, you idiot,” you grumbled, carefully getting out of bed.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Wait, really?”
  • “You whacked me with your arm. Again.”
  • Although he felt guilty for hurting you, he covered it up with another grin. “Just admit that you were nosebleeding because I’m hot, MC~”
  • Despite his words, he still led you to the bathroom and helped you clean up the blood. He took it upon himself to wash the blankets and bedsheets which had gained bloodstains, and even made breakfast for you that morning.
  • And it’d be over breakfast that he quietly apologized to you.
  • “Hey, uhm… I know I was kidding around earlier, but I’m really sorry about hitting you, MC…” he mumbled, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so sincere, but he knew he should apologize.
  • You merely flicked his forehead. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to. Besides, I’ve kicked you off the bed multiple times because you were taking up too much space.”
  • His head snapped up immediately, narrowing his eyes at you accusingly. “Wait what?! But you always told me that I rolled off by myself!!”
  •  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Saeran

  • “Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry”
  • He was chanting it over and over, his head on his knees, his entire body trembling. You tried to approach him, but he only flinched, backing away.
  • “N-no, stay away. I hurt you, oh my god, I hurt you,” he whispered, pain dripping in his voice. His eyes were wide with horror, and your heart clenched at the sight. He was scared. Scared of himself.
  • Now, what had caused this?
  • You’d sprung onto Saeran, declaring a pillow war, and the two of you had been smacking each other with your pillows, trying to get the upper hand over each other. But then he’d tripped over his own feet while he was swinging his pillow at you, and ended up smashing his elbow into you, knocking you to the ground.
  • You’d only scraped your knee from the fall, and it only bled a little, but the injury was enough to make Saeran freak out.
  • “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you said in a gentle tone, trying to coax him. “You would never hurt me.”
  • “I d-d-don’t want to hurt a-a-anyone,” he stammered, still shuddering. “P-p-please believe me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorryi-”
  • You took ahold of his trembling hands, kissing the fingertips. “I love you, Saeran. It was an accident. You didn’t have any other intentions. It’s okay. I’m okay. Look, it’s just a scratch.”
  • It took a few more moments to calm him down, but he eventually came to terms that it was only an accident, and that it wasn’t his fault. Still, though the incident was small and harmless, the fear that he could become abusive, just like his mother, began to haunt him since that day.

V

  • ‘Bzzzz…’
  • Jihyun frowned, turning his head to find the source of that annoying sound. Although he had recovered from his blindness, (thanks to Jumin finding the best doctors and funding the surgery), his ears were still sensitive to distant sounds.
  • Bzzzz…’ He walked out of the kitchen, noticing that the buzzing sound became louder. It must be closer now…
  • ‘BZZZ!!’ His eyes caught the culprit: a mosquito was flying around the house! He tried to slap the mosquito with both hands, failing miserably as it diligently flew away. Oh, it’s on, Mosquito.
  • Jihyun began running like a madman around the house, swatting at the pest and missing every time. And then, it chose to stay still. SLAP!
  • “Eeep!” you squealed, feeling a harsh impact on your butt. “W-what was that for, Jihyun?!”
  • He glanced up at you in surprise, taking in your pouting face.
  • “Ahh!! I’m so sorry, MC! I was so focused on killing the mosquito, I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry…” He was rambling in his apology, sounding almost panicked
  • You smirked, then grabbed him by the collar. “Hey. I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, now, did I?” you whispered huskily into his ear. You watched as Jihyun’s ears turned pink from embarrassment.
  • (Meanwhile, Seven was listening from the monitor. He whistled lowly upon hearing your words. “Damn. Kinky,” he muttered. Too bad Jihyun had broken his bug, or else he would’ve loved to see what happened next.)

By rewatching The Blade of Marmora for the billionth time, I finally came to terms with something that had been bothering me since VLD season two dropped on Netflix.

Take a look at this broken, shattered little thing. His father just gave him an ultimatum: “If you go out that door, you’ll never find out who you are.” 

The one above is the moment right after, when Keith decides that saving the life of many is more important than knowing the truth about his past, more important than having a talk with his father, more important than seeing his mom – probably for the very first time.

That’s the look he gave him, the “I’m sorry, I have no other choice” look. He said: “Goodbye, father,” but did not shed a tear, and that’s what I’ve finally come to terms with.

His eyes are full of sadness and yet so firm; it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t. Why is that? Because he’s one hell of a person, a great paladin, and would make an even greater leader, that’s why [read this too for further analysis]. 

He must stay strong. He can’t crumble. Not now.

He put himself last and gave up on the sole occasion he had to discover who he really is, pushing aside the horror of the nightmares he had been experiencing for days. He was probably close to his limit, but for the sake of others – strangers, to be precise –, he opened that friggin’ door. Crying? Maybe later.

He’ll never know who he really is, he’ll never know what that blade means to him [“I know who I am. We all need to work together to defeat Zarkon. If that means I give up this knife, fine. Take it,” he then said, handing the blade over to the Galras], he’ll never meet his mom and Shiro had just abandoned him, saying the worst things to him, but Keith still went: “I have to go, there’s people who need me out there.” 

Y’all should seriously reconsider the idea of Keith as the worst leader for Voltron, ‘cause he’s been able to put himself last in order to do what was right. I’m still enraged we didn’t get a proper aftermath (join my ranting here), but now that Shiro is gone again, I guess it will be hard not to fall into pieces. As of now, nobody knows what Keith’s been through out there.

Out Cold

Prompt: Prompt if its alright-Lance with narcolepsy?- anon

I had so much fun writing this, so thanks so much for the prompt! This is a one-shot, and even though the ask didn’t specifically ask for klance… it ended up in here because, as I’ve said before, I have no self control. It took a bit of an unexpected turn, but hopefully the anon likes it? And other people do? As always, feedback is appreciated!

oh and @taylor-tut if you want to read it, of course


Lance’s entire life was full to the brim with close calls.

Granted, fighting a war against a corrupt alien empire will have its share of near-death experiences. But, oddly enough, another type of close call worried him more.

Lance didn’t particularly want to die if he could avoid it, but he’d honestly prefer that to his teammates finding out.

And he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t judge him for it, wouldn’t think it made him less of a paladin. After all, Hunk didn’t care in the slightest. But there was always the chance that they would.

Lance had always prided himself on being able to hide things. And it was even easier to hide things from the team than his enormous, nosy family. 

His ideas, insecurities, homesickness, bisexuality… he’d learned to bury these things deep down inside himself and try to ignore them.

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TDAappreciationweek17 day 2 | favorite ship: Emma x Julian

“We are bound together, Emma, bound together- I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”

She never heard him say anything like this, never heard him talk this way, never seen him so close to losing control.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said. She started to sit up, reaching for him. He caught her wrist.

“Are you joking?” Even in the darkness, his blue-green eyes had color. “Is this a joke to you, Emma? Don’t you understand?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t live if you die!

Who really Shattered Pink Diamond...

During the events of the “Back to the Moon”, we were all certain that Rose was the one that shattered Pink Diamond and started the rebellion on Earth. But during the events of “the Trail” the accusation of Rose Shattering Pink Diamond doesn’t make sense anymore.   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pE6GRrLeSkg

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PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS JUST A THEORY AND IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH IT DO NOT PUT RUDE COMMENTS IN MY MAIL BOX PLEASE! 

As Zircon had explained before the shattering of Pink Diamond had taken place Rose had been recognized as a threat for 700 years. In others words Rose Quartzs were already out lawed and bubble by Pink Diamond. So how did Rose get so close to Pink Diamond if everyone was already on guard for her. And the murder weapon was described to be Rose’s sword! But as it was said before by Bismuth she designed the sword to destroy the physical form but never the gem… But Blue Diamond was told that it was a sword. So it doesn’t make sense at all.

In fact the shattering of Pink Diamond was pinned on Rose Quartz, why you may ask because it was convenient for the real perpetrator! They had someone to blame and also they had the power to cover up the ordeal. Along with that it had to be someone who was close to her as well, someone who could have gotten her outside of her palanquin.

Zircon believed it had to have been a person in power and the only Diamond we have not seen in power is White Diamond and I believe she’s the one responsible for Pink Diamond death. But why? Why did she do it? The reason being is that Pink Diamond was not filling her role as a leader. The one who performed the deed was pearl… OUR PEARL!

From what we’ve seen from the gem society is that they believe in complete order and each gem must fill their role! The diamonds are leaders they are meant to thrive and expand their civilization. Pink Diamond is seen to be the youngest diamond, since see only started her one colony. And she failed at her duty to due so. I’m not talking about her shattering, I’m talking about what she did with the planet. Yes she created kindergartens and made new gems but she did something useless not benefitting Homeworld and fitting the model.

I’m talking about the creation of the human zoo

She creating the human, she was capturing life wasting her resources, to study organic life. Of course the other diamonds would see them useless thing to do Yellow herself called the human zoo silly during “what’s the use of feeling Blue”.(The only reason Blue cares about humans is only because they have a connection to Pink). And from the detailed and well cared environment that the humans lived in she seemed more occupied with the zoo than creating her colony (she was still invested in creating it but was doing something on the side to put it in perspective).

That was her first mistake as a Diamond. The second mistake that Pink made was letting Rose go rouge. From what Zircon had said Rose Quartz gems were already an outlaw after Rose went against Pink, And what did Pink decided to do.

She deicides to bubble all the Rose Quartz and not destroy them. Now we’ve seen how harsh the Diamonds can be and how strict they are. And from what we got from other gems everyones afraid of making a mistake in the fear of getting shattered by the Diamonds who they see as godly beings. But Pink didn’t not excises her power enough and was too soft. And she couldn’t even get one of her soldiers under control. She showed mercy to all these Rose Quartz gems which is a sign of weakness.  From that description she didn’t seem fit to rule as a Diamond and that’s why she ordered Pink’s demise.

I also believe that’s why Yellow was acting so weird during the trail like she knew something. Like she knew something about it; I think knew the truth and was just protecting Blue. And it also explains why Yellow she’s trying so hard to get Blue to move on she knows what White Diamonds capable of and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Blue, to be seen as an unfit ruler and gets shattered by White Diamond.

Okay now that’s done let’s get to Pearl side of the story.

The reason why I believed that it was a pearl is because what gem is more closer to a Diamond than a pearl. Zircon said it herself that it had to be someone close to her. Pearls are with their owners 24/7 they are able to see them at their strongest and their weakest. And they’re the only gems that are able to be alone with their Diamonds so a pearl could know the perfect time to strike since they’re with them all the time. 


And it had to be our Pearl that did it. And why because she was originally white Diamonds Pearl and she was given to Pink. There is evidence that she is White Diamonds Pearl her gem is in the same placement as white’s along with her color in the Answer the color that represented her was white. Though you all maybe asking “but how did she end up with Pink”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHLz6HF-Lrc

Listen to this and Zircon’s imitation and try to tell me that doesn’t sound familiar to each other.

Watch out my Diamond!!!

 The way Zircon said tried to imitate “Pink Diamond’s Pearl”  it sounds very similar to how dramatic our Pearl is. Remember during the trail case, when Zircon said “and where was her Pearl” Take notice how yellow and blue pearl when Zircon said that’s why was would they react like that when Zircon said “pink diamond’s pearl”…because they knew that she was really white Diamonds pearl our Pearl.  Now wait I have an explanation my reasoning. 

I believed that they knew because they were high ranking pearls.

Pink was still a young diamond she didn’t know anything  so White Diamond gave her Pearl to Pink. And during the time Pink thought it made sense since she was a beginner it would make sense that she would be sent her attendant that knew how White Diamond worked to help her further her training into becoming leader. This experience Pearl would guide  her through her next colony so she was told…

But what Pink didn’t know was that White Diamond had disowned her pearl. For what ever the reason our pearl was considered defective or maybe failed job for White Diamond.  Whatever the reason White saw our was unfit she  tossed her away. That could explain why Pearl is such a perfectionist, or so OCD because she was traumatized by it and swore to be perfect from now on. It took such a toll on Pearl mentally that she thinks so lowly of herself and always has to prove herself. That’s why Pearl was so dedicated in fighting for Rose she was scared to be thrown away again. She was under Pink but was still loyal to White.

Pearl is really torn up…

When White ordered the death on Pink she had ordered Pearl to do it; White had told Pearl that if she did this for her she would accept her back into her court and she would be her Pearl again. That’s why pearl is presented as this desperate individual; remember she was willing to do anything for Rose and even die for her. That’s the type of person she is whose’s to say that she wasn’t willing to destroy another Diamond to get back to her original owner. And we all know how desperate Pearl is sometimes…

And how she did it was simple she would lie to Pink Diamond that there was a problem with the palanquin and would have her step outside to fix it…. I say this because look at the position of the palanquin it looks like it crashed the way it was setup. It was close enough for gems to see the act happened but not close enough for others to see what happened. I say this because Eyeball said she “saw” Rose Quartz shatter Pink Diamond but we don’t know how close she was she may have saw a figure that looked like a Rose Quartz

And after getting her caught off guard Pearl shaped shifted into Rose Quartz and shattered her from the front. After that White Diamond pulled a few strings and a few gems say they saw Rose Quartz did it. I know Pearl’s a small gem but with White Diamond ordered it so surely she’s know the secret in shattering a Diamond since she was one herself…. 

Pearl was given the order and she did it everything was swept under the rug Rose was blamed and she completed her mission. However White lied to her and she wasn’t taking her back because she was still defective and assigning her a new owner when she got back. Everything she did was for nothing and she felt like she had no purpose. That’s why when Pearl said when she served “Homeworld”, because she techinally betrayed her owners. 

How Rose found her way to pearl was that Rose was trying to find out the her culprit that shattered. Then along the way she discovered it was no-other than our Pearl that destroy Pink Diamond. Instead of being upset she was surprised that a little could accomplish something like that. Pearl would tell her story and Rose would grow found and attached with her story. Pearl would call herself self a defective and say she wasn’t good enough saying “Who would want me…” And Rose being the person she is took in Pearl, despite everything she did in framing her. She saw pearl as a strong ally to have for the fight against Homeworld and well Pearl fell in love with Rose as a result. 

That’s why Rose took the blame to defend Pearl. And it you don’t believe me that it was Pearl that shattered look at how she reacted when Eyeball said that she saw Rose Shatter pink Diamond (in back to the moon) she’s shaking like crazy and scared because she’s the one who really did it. And take note that she’s the only one in the show that hasn’t shape shifted it seemly that Pearl avoids it at all cost; this could be due to the guilt she has in transforming into Rose Quartz. 

Though there is on piece of evidenced that I believe proves my theory that Pearl belonged to White Diamond and lied to her that she could go back her if she shattered Pink Diamond. 

You see this…

I always though that pearl getting stabbed had symbolic meaning and now that all the pieces have been putt together it does. Holo Pearl represents White Diamond stabbing Pearl in the back. Promising that she could come back to her and serve if she did what she shattered pink Diamond but she didn’t keep her word. Then the place wear Pearl is stab is the stomach… the same place that Pink Diamonds gem was. Rebecca Sugar foreshadowed this since the start of the series it was Pearl, under white Diamonds orders.

But hey that’s just a theory and as I said before if you disagree be polite.

Why the Zodiac signs were late

Aries:  I had to shower and I got caught up singing

Taurus:  I had to grab some food.  I’m not myself on an empty stomach!

Gemini: I had to stop by this one-day sale. Don’t give me attitude I got something for you!

Cancer:  I saw a cat crossing the highway, had to pull over.  I actually found it a forever home too!

Leo:  I was getting ready and kept changing my outfit. I wasn’t feeling the one I picked out last night.

Virgo: I’m not late. You started early.

Libra: I saw a hot chick and I started talking to her…  

Sagittarius:  Oh I forgot to push my clock forward (some BOGUS lie)

Scorpio:  I had to hook up with someone(s) and these things take time, ya know?!

Capricorn:  I had a meeting run long. Closed a huge deal.

Aquarius:  I was 3 hrs early and fell asleep in my car.

Pisces:  I never even remembered we were meeting so you’re lucky I’m even here.

Confessions - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by zgallagher

Warning: Sexual content, swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2277



“Carl, give it back!” you yelled, rolling your eyes and chasing your best friend up the stairs of the Gallgher house.  Since you had stopped to text a few times while the two of you were playing a video game on the couch, he took it upon himself to snatch the phone out of your hands and run away with it.

“Hey, I just wanna know who could possibly be so important that they could distract you as I kicked your ass in Call of Duty,” he teased, sprinting into his room and unsuccessfully attempting to slam the door before you put your foot in the doorway.

“Ow, what the fuck, Carl?” you yelled, limping in on the foot that hadn’t been crushed by the door.  “I was literally just answering my brother to let him know that I was spending the night here per usual!  And I was letting him know that I’d go grocery shopping tomorrow.  Now give me my phone back so I can finish kicking your ass downstairs.”

Carl smirked and raised his eyebrows at you, plopping down on Ian’s empty bed.  “Your brother.  Mhmm.” His eyes continued to nosily scan the screen of your phone.

“Yes, Carl, my brother.  I’m pretty sure we both know that I have nobody interesting to text considering I’ve been single for, what, six months now?  Now give me my phone back,” you demanded, inching forward and banging your hip into his dresser.  The rocking of the dresser caused a box to fall on the ground, spilling out its contents.  A smirk formed on your lips as your eyes scanned the ground.  It was your turn to tease him now.  “Ah, nice condoms.  I see someone has been getting the ladies?”

Carl immediately shot up to his feet, shoving you to the side and bending down to pick up the condoms off of the ground.  “Ha, I wish,” he said with a chuckle, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.  His shaky hands struggled to shove the contents back into the box.

You raised an eyebrow in response, stepping forward and ripping your phone out of his back pocket.  “What do you mean by that?” you questioned, walking around him and climbing up onto his bed as he remained on the ground.  “We’ve been best friends for years and I’m pretty sure we both know you’ve had your fair share of girls over here.”

“Yeah, I have, but…” He paused for a moment as he shoved the box into one of the drawers and slammed it closed.  “I’ve never gone, like, all the way with any of them… you know. Sure I’ve done just about everything else, but I’ve never actually done that with any of them.”  It was pretty clear he was embarrassed to confess this to you.

The smirk reappeared on your lips as he hesitantly climbed up onto his bed and plopped down beside you, his eyes refusing to meet yours.  “Wow, Carl Gallagher, a virgin?  When did you plan on telling me this?” you mocked, shoving his side before giggling quietly to yourself.

Carl clearly wasn’t amused.  He rolled onto his side so his back was facing you.  “Stopppp.”

You laughed yet again and rolled your eyes, squeezing his shoulder.  “I’m just messing with you.  I’m in the same boat as you.  No need to be embarrassed.”


“Really?” Your words caused Carl to roll back over to face you, his eyes scanning your face.  “Hmm. Interesting.”  Slowly, a smug grin formed on his lips.  “I guess that makes me feel a little better, but not completely.  Now since you’ve embarrassed me, it’s your turn to confess something about yourself.”

Your eyes widened as you shoved his chest with the palm of your hand.  “What? How is that fair?  I just confessed to the same thing!” you exclaimed, but Carl wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he responded with a chuckle, grabbing your hand off his chest and holding it in his own a few seconds longer than usual. “You can’t have the same confession as me.  It has to be original.”  He was relentless.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, rolling over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.  After a few moments of silent pondering, an idea finally came to your mind.  “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

The sheets ruffled as Carl shot up into a seated position on the bed.  A puzzled look took over his face as he stared down at you in disbelief.  “Wait, huh?”

You bit your lip as your cheeks began to heat up.  “I mean, yeah, is that so weird?”

Carl went silent for another few seconds, combing his fingers through his wavy hair as his face remained scrunched up in confusion.  “Well, yeah, kind of,” he started, nodding his head. “I get that you’ve never had sex, but I know you’ve done just about everything else with your past boyfriends.  And, what?  I just don’t understand.”

Your cheeks darkened even more as you looked down and began to play with your fingers.  “Sure I’ve done a lot of things with my past boyfriends, but… I don’t know.  None of them ever really brought me to that level.”

Still, Carl looked confused.  His eyes wouldn’t leave your embarrassed face as he tried to figure this out.  “Okay, so like, obviously your past boyfriends went down on you, right?”

This wasn’t exactly how had planned to spend your Friday night.  With a sigh, you sat up and rested your back against the wall.  “What do you mean by obviously?  Joey attempted it but got ‘tired’ and gave up after like thirty seconds. And Matt and Ben never did.  Matt said that it was weird and he’d rather not do it.  Ben said that girls like to go down on guys but guys don’t like to go down on girls.” You shook your head and covered your face with your hands.  “Can we please talk about something else now?”

Carl held up his hand in rejection and shook his head.  “No, no, no.  Not yet, Y/N.  I’m still confused,” he said, his wide eyes still burning into your face.  “So you’re trying to tell me that all three of those guys didn’t like going down on their girlfriends?”

“Yes, Carl, I guess that is what I’m saying,” you replied, beginning to get a bit annoyed.  “Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

Finally, a quiet laugh escaped Carl’s lips, but he still continued to shake his head.  “So you’re trying to tell me that there’s real guys that exist that don’t like to go down on their girlfriends?”

“Oh my god, yes, Carl.  That is what I’m saying.” Plopping down on your back again, you grabbed his pillow and threw it at his face.  “Enough now.”

“Wow.” He still wasn’t done.  “You’ve dated some really fucking weird guys, Y/N.”  When you only responded with an eye roll, he finally allowed himself to lay back down beside you.  “But still, never had an orgasm?  That’s insane.  You’ve been deprived.”

Your eyes at last met his as you shot him a glare.  “Wouldn’t know.”

“It’s amazing.  Heavenly, almost.  Feels so good it’s almost indescribable.” Carl’s eyes glowed as he described the obviously incredible sensation you had never experienced.  “Wish I could help you out with this one.”  After realizing what he said, the boy let out an awkward cough as his eyes darted to the ceiling.

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured, your cheeks changing to match the current color of his.  Not wanting to make things too awkward, you cleared your throat and sat up.  “Okay, we’re done with this.  Now it’s time for me to kick your ass in Call of Duty.”

The topic was dropped and the rest of the night was spent playing video games and stuffing your faces with junk food, which were your usual activities.  But something was different.  There was a tension between the two of you that usually wasn’t there.  Every so often, you’d catch Carl staring at you, causing his eyes to immediately dart away whenever you noticed.  More than once, you’d both go to reach into the bowl of popcorn between you at the same time and your hands would brush and linger near each other for a few moments too long.  The typical banter you two always shared now almost appeared to be what it always had been but neither of you would admit: flirting.  Sleeping together had never been an issue for the two of you, but tonight it was much more difficult for you both to get comfortable – not too close or too far away from one another.  Spooning was never weird before, but tonight Carl seemed extra fidgety as you pressed your backside into him.  Still, neither of you addressed the change and eventually managed to drift off to sleep.

You felt like you were on top of the world.  In heaven.  Straight ecstasy.  What a dream.

Your eyes flew open but the feeling didn’t go away. Your legs began to tremble as you propped yourself up on your elbows.  “F-Fuck… Carl?”

The moment you spoke up, the blankets were pulled back from your stomach and Carl’s face became visible between your thighs.  He looked up at you, flashing you a smirk.  “Good morning.  Wasn’t sure you were ever gonna wake up.”  Without another word, he inserted two fingers inside of you and moved his face back between your legs, darting his tongue across your clit.

The sensation was too good that you hardly knew how to react. A gasp escaped your lips as you bucked your hips up toward his face, increasing the pressure.  It was in that moment that it started to dawn on you what was happening.  “W-Wait. F-Fuck, Carl.  S-Stop,” you breathed out, but you knew it wasn’t what you wanted.

Carl pushed your hips back down on the bed and resurfaced again, pushing his wavy hair out of his face.  A smirk formed on his lips again as his eyes glanced between your shaking thighs and your awe struck face.  “You really want me to stop?”

Without another word, you pushed his head back down, caving into the feeling that was taking over your body.  “Don’t stop,” you demanded, contradicting your previous statement and tangling your fingers into his messy hair.

Carl immediately began to move his fingers inside of you again, his lips moving around your clit as he began to suck and swirl his tongue around at the same time.  Your moans got louder, causing Carl to increase the speed of his fingers.  His tongue was now gliding up and down your clit, increasing the pressure each time he made it to the top.

That was all it took.  Your hips ground against his face and you tugged on his hair, your eyes closing tightly as you climaxed and came against his tongue.  

As the world spun around you, you felt Carl climb back up and take his spot beside you, propping himself up on his elbow.  While you recovered, you could feel him staring at you, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration.

When you were finally able to catch your breath, you rolled over onto your side to face him and raised an eyebrow at him, grinning.  “Wow.”

“Sorry I didn’t wait to ask for your permission, but you were kind of moaning my name in your sleep beforehand, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity,” he said with a chuckle.  After a moment, the smile fell from his lips and he rolled onto his back. He cleared his throat and bit down on his swollen lower lip.  “And, uh, I don’t know if it was just me, but something felt different between us yesterday and, um, yeah… Kind felt like all those repressed feelings finally started coming up or something… I don’t know.”

Shaking your head, you moved closer to the embarrassed boy, cuddling into his side.  “It wasn’t just you.”

A small smile formed on Carl’s lips before it transformed into a smirk.  “You know, I once read that in order to have an orgasm, you need to be physically attracted to the other person.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed Carl onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.  “Yes, I’m attracted to you.  I guess everyone was always right whenever they said that we couldn’t just be friends,” you confessed, raising an eyebrow at him as a bulge began to form through his pants.  “And I’m guessing the feeling is mutual.”

Carl’s cheeks darkened a bit, but the smirk remained on his lips.  “You’re right.  I don’t go down on just anyone… Recently, at least.”

“How could I ever repay you?” you flirted, leaning down and resting your forehead against his.  You could tell you had the upper hand for once from the way he swallowed the lump in his throat and stared at you with wide eyes.  “Remember that confession you shared with me yesterday?”

Carl furrowed his brow and gave you a questioning look. “The one where I shamefully told you I’ve never had sex?  Yeah, what about it?”  God was he slow sometimes.

Brushing your nose against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  “How would you feel about changing that?”

That was all it took for it to click in his head.  His eyes widened for a moment before he grabbed your hips and flipped you over so he was on top.  He flashed you a smirk before brushing his lips against yours.  

“I guess maybe we’ll be able to call it even then.”


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Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by hardyness

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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Bend Your Knees

When you’re too hype for boatsex to wait for smut fest … how episode 6 could’ve went down. (This is part 1/3)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut ( lots and lots of it but hey)

Preview: 

“My Queen, if I may …”

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they we kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

In his mind he was still riding for the wall. Uncle Benjen’s horse was endlessly galloping below him, his body shivering all the while. When he finally woke he was sure he was dead.

His eyes fluttered open and his vision slowly came to focus. The silver hair of the dragon queen shown bright in the sun peering in from the window. Her face was solemn; eyes glossy. 

He didn’t feel as if he was riding anymore. Suddenly the world was painfully still. Looking up at her from the furs he remembered. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

Dany shook her head. Somehow he felt the pain of it. He could see the vision floating behind her eyes, her child speared in mid flight only to crash and sink under the same icy water he crawled out of earlier. He took her hand in his on impulse.

“I wish I could take it back. I wish we’d never gone,” Jon said.

She shook her head again, blinking tears away. “I don’t … if we hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have seen. You have to see it to know.” 

She could see it so clearly still. The night king and his spear, the others closing in on all sides, Viseron falling … Jon falling. “Now I know,” she said.

She had sat there for hours waiting for him to wake, and now she had run out of words. He was staring up at her longingly. Just as Tyrion said he would. Only now, he didn’t look little as she said before. 

His body stretched out on the furs below her, his scars decorated his muscles. His dark eyes were deeper than she had ever seen. 

She had to pull herself out of them. Back to reality. 

“The dragons are my children. They’re the only children I’ll ever have. Do you understand?”

Jon bowed his eyes to where their hands met in the furs. Her skin was suddenly warmer against his. He nodded and looked back up to meet her violet eyes; resisting the urge to pull her closer. 

“We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We’ll do it together. You have my word.”

I want more of you than your word, Jon thought secretly. He gulped that thought back. “Thank you, Dany.”

“Dany…” she breathed. “Who was the last person who called me that? I’m not sure, was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.” 

“Alright, not Dany,” Jon said. “How about my Queen? I’d bend the knee but …”

“What of those who swore allegiance to you?” 

“They’ll come to see you for what you are.”

Dany’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow his word meant more than any others who had bowed before her. “I hope I deserve it.” 

“You do,” Jon said. 

Suddenly Dany became even more aware of his eyes bearing into hers. In truth she wanted to dive into them, memorize ever glint of dark color in them with their foreheads pressed together, her legs straddling his sides … 

She snapped of it. Her eyes shied away and she tried to slide her hand free from his but Jon ever so slightly pulled back. 

Their eyes met again and she understood. He was thinking the same way. But she knew she shouldn’t. 

Jon rustled beneath the furs. Suddenly Dany was seated at the edge of her chair. Jon sat up slowly until their faces were inches apart. 

Dany closed her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. Her chest rose with hers, ever so slightly brushing against his bare skin. She waited for his lips to meet hers, ever muscle in her body clenching in anticipation. 

“My Queen, if I may …” 

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they were kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. 

Their tongues danced like dragons in the sky. Her hands grazed his chest, fingertips gliding lightly over the scared tissue. Jon’s lips traveled to her neck sucking at the skin that was exposed there. Before she could stop herself she was gasping, her fingers entwining in his curls.

As Jon flicked his tongue across her silky skin he realized they were not nearly close enough for his liking. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her off the edge of her chair and easing her gently onto his lap. 

He kissed down to the base of her neck, feeling himself swell beneath her as she gasped, face tilting up to the ceiling. With the urge to kiss her more he reached up to unbuttoning her fierce black coat. He lifted it off her shoulders and down her arms until it lay at the foot of the bed.

She looked smaller without the coat, softer even. A black dress still covered her from the chest down, laced tightly at her back. Dany’s hands fell to his chest, her palms pushing flat against it as she guided his body back down against the furs. 

Her legs straddled his hips now and she could feel his hardness growing beneath the furs. She ground her hips back against his just enough so he could feel her heat pressing against him through the furs.

Her black silk dress still flowed around her legs and squeezed her chest. As she leaned forward she kissed him with ferocity. 

Jon pressed his lips hard against the heat of hers, all the while the subtle grind of her hips driving him close to insanity. The Queen knew what she was doing, but so did he. 

 His hands, which had settled around her thighs moved down to pry at her ass, gripping the skin and then releasing. He followed the rhythm of her hips. 

In response, Dany reached behind her, pulling at the lace of her dress, loosening them until the cloth fell away from her pale chest and pink peaks, taught with excitement. The silk sank only to her hips, covering wetness that was pooling where her legs met. 

Jon drank her in with his eyes and almost immediately began to kiss her nipples, his mouth toying with one and his thumb another. As he released the one in his mouth with a pop Dany let out a whimper, moaning and throwing her eyes to the wooden ceiling of the rocking boat. Her silver hair shook around her.

Jon looked up at her figure and couldn’t stand it anymore. He backed up on the bed, lifting her hips with his palms. He shimmied the black dress away from Dany’s hips and off her body until she was bare in front of him. 

“gods,” he whispered, the word slipping from his mouth. Dany was staring down at him, her silver hair cascading down her chest and back. 

She leaned down to kiss him again but Jon backed away with other intentions. Possibilities danced through his head. He lied back down on the furs, propping his head up on the pillow. 

Dany began to push the furs back to reveal his length, ready to ride the wolf. But Jon pushed her hands away. 

“I want to kiss you more.”

“Jon, I …” Daenerys’ heat was burning with an intensity. She needed more. 

Jon wrapped her hands around her thighs again and began to pull her closer. He guided her forward until Dany’s cunt hovered over the top of his chest. The Queen looked down at him, confused. Jon said nothing to help her understand, just lifted her up so her knees lay at either side of her head, until he was staring up at her dripping cunt.

“Bend your knees my Queen.” 

Dany had not been confused in bed for a long time, but he trusted the wolf. She obeyed, lowering her heat down until it sat right above his lips. She peered down at his dark eyes, checking to see if this is where he wants her. 

Jon kept her eye contact and blew a hot breath across her wet cunt. Dany shivered. He nipped at her inner thighs with his teeth, reminding her again of the wolf he was.

Lust swam in his eyes and heat trickled through his veins. He longed to kiss her there. He dipped his head and licked upward, lapping up her juices. 

Jon’s beard tickled her skin and Dany stifled a scream as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked. She leaned a hand on the wooden wall for support. No one had kissed her like this before. Not there. 

She lowered herself back down for more.

Jon’s tongue dipped inside her and Dany felt pressure building. He kissed her inside and out until she was moaning and biting her lip to stop from screaming out. 

“Jon …” she pleaded.

Jon felt her muscles clamp and held onto her thighs. He supported her above him, guiding her up and down his face so he could devour her like a wolf does his prey. He buried his face in her warmth, humming all the while. His tongue swirled inside her, his nose nudged her clit.

When she moaned his name again he knew she was close. He flicked her most sensitive spot with his tongue until he felt her legs begin to quake. 

Dany was just at the edge, her toes curling, pressing into Jon’s shoulders. She didn’t know whether to beg for more or clamp her thighs around his head until she came. But before she could decide he stopped. 

Dany raised herself up on her knees again, still leaning on the wall for support. Jon helped her climb back down the bed until her eyes hovered over his again.

She gripped his face and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling where her wetness had dampened his beard. 

She opened her mouth to ask where he had learned such a trick but only managed to huff out a breath, stuffing her face in his neck so she could kiss him there. 

Jon let out a small huff of a laugh and she could feel him smirking, proud of himself. 

It was her turn. 

Intent on hearing Jon moan, she pushed the furs back with her feet, feeling his stiffness bump against her ass. Dany took him in her hand and rubbed his tip through her folds before lowering herself onto his length. 

Jon let out a low growl, his teeth parting slightly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as Dany raised herself up again only to lower herself back down. She rode him with a steady pace until Jon was nearly panting.

 He watched her with wide eyes as she twisted a nipple between her fingers and pushed her long silver hair out of her eyes and behind her back. He bucked his hips to meet hers. 

His calloused hands glided over her soft skin from the curve of her breasts to the indent of her where her hips met her thighs. Jon concentrated on tracing careful circles there with his thumbs for fear he cum too soon under her control. 

Dany bucked her hips more, her ass slapping perfectly against his balls. And when she noticed how that made his eyes roll back and his throat tighten she reached a hand back to caress him there. 

“Daenerys … please.” Jon could feel himself climbing. 

Dany just smirked down at him and quikened her pace, pleased with her power. Just as she was about to let a finger slide down to where their bodies met, Jon’s grip on her hips tightened. 

She met his eyes and caught a glimpse of his need just before she felt her body being thrust around. Jon rolled them over so he was on top of her. His elbows, planted on either side of her head steadied him. He lowered himself down until he was just inches from her face, his mouth agape. 

They breathed in and out, their chests heaving against each others. Dany craned her neck up to kiss him, but Jon pulled away with a sly smile. His hot breath tickled her neck and then he crashed his lips against hers. He pushed into her again and Dany moaned at his length. 

Jon bucked his hips, grunts escaping him. His sweaty curls ticked Dany’s forehead. Then his arm hooked around Dany’s right leg, raising it up to where her knee almost banged against her own shoulder. 

Still inside her, he held her leg in position, Jon nipped at the skin of her calf with his teeth making her gasp. He pushed into her harder. 

Dany cried out this time, the angle finding her sweet spot. Her eyes scanned his scars before their eyes locked on each others and Jon continued pumping into her, his speed and force increasing. 

Jons’ name escaped her mouth moaned again and again. Jon felt her muscles clench and he brought his thumb to her clit, using his shoulder to keep her leg suspended.

Dany bit back cries of pleasure, sinking her teeth into her own knuckles. She squirmed below him, unable to control herself, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her back arched off the furs. She felt herself shake around him and snapped her eyes open again when he called her name. 

Dany watched as his mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tight. Jon felt her clench as he rubbed furious circles on her clit. She shook in his arms he felt his high coming too and quickened his pace, cumming inside her. 

They were still for a moment.

Then they breathed out sighs at the same time. Jon pushed into her slowly a few more times before pulling out completely.

 Dany opened her arms to him as he gently collapsed in pleasure on top of her. 

Jon lay his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat as it began to slow. Dany wrapped her fingered through his dark hair, pushing the sweaty strands from his face. As she caught her breath she looked down at his back, watching it rise and fall with his breath.

“Daenerys?” Jon whispered, still catching his breath. 

“Mmm” 

Jon nuzzled his cheek gently across her breast. 

“I would’ve bent the knee sooner, if I’d known.” Jon smiled up at her. He lay a gentle kiss on collar bone. 

“Me too.” Dany laughed. 

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A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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The Transfer

The Transfer (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.

(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.

Parts: two


“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.

“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”

“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”

“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.

“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.

It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.

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Heartache

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean. 

A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

– – – – 

DEAN’S POV: 

Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.

“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.

“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.

I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.

“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.

A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”

He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”

I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.

“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.

I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”

“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”

“My- my freckles?”

She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”

“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.

“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.

Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.

“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.

I watched her leave, shamelessly.

The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.

But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.

“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.

“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.

“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.

I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.

He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”

Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.

“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.

It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”

He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.

“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.

Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.

“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.

“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”

With that, she was gone.

It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.

I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.

Not when I wake up.

Not before I go to sleep.

If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.

My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.

Y/N liked them.

She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.

– – – –

It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.

“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.

“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.

I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.

“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.

Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.

“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.

“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.

Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.

“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”

I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.

“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”

I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.

“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.

“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.

“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.

“And Dean-”

“Yeah?”

“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”

In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.

“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.

“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.

I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.

Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.

Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?

I took another shot.

Eventually, it got dark.

– – – –

“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.

“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.

“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.

She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.

“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.

“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”

I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.

“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.

“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”

I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.

“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.

“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.

I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.

“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.

“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”

I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.

“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.

She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”

“The really funny one?” He asked.

She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”

Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.

“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.

“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.

– – – –

Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.

“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.

He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.

“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.

“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.

An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.

“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.

“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.

Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.

I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.

“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”

Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.

“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.

“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.

She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.

“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”

I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”

“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.

She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”

My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”

“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.

“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”

She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.

“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”

“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.

“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.

“Then what?”

“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.

“You got me.” I blurted out.

She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.

“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.

“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.

I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.

I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.

I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.

“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.

“What?”

“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”

She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”

“Everyone I touch, they-”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“They leave.”

“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”

“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”

I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”

She looked up at me through her lashes.

“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”

For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.

Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.

My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.

“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.

I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.

“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.

“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.

Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.

“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.

“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.

A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I was just wondering if you had a list for Sterek Breeding kink? Like Derek and Stiles both know that Stiles can't get pregnant but it doesn't stop Derek from getting off on trying

Breeeeeeeeding kiiiiiiiiiiink! WOO!  So here for it, wish there was more -Emmy

Obscene by ml0692 

(1,782 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles can’t help but notice that Derek’s transition to becoming an Alpha is accompanied by a substantial increase in the size of his bulge.

Make a Sentence by badwolfbadwolf 

(2,189 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles never feels more like a wrung out slut than when Derek has him spread out and gasping for it, dripping wet and moaning into the pillows. The rough words roll over him, ghosting along the peaks and valleys of bone and sinew, lodging in the base of his skull and the tip of his uncomfortably hard and untouched cock.

Takin’ Your Knot So Perfectly by myrandomnesslife 

(2,350 I Explicit I Complete)  *teen!derek

Stiles and Derek enjoy themselves while the Sheriff is away.

You’re My Favorite Kink by wafflesmakebabies 

(2,443 I Explicit I Complete)

Sequel to “Who Do You Think About?” (Completed)

Plushwolf by the_ragnarok 

(2,550 I Explicit I Complete)  *noncon/dubcon, underage

So suppose Stiles slept every night with his plush wolf doll, to ward off bad dreams. Only that doll was Derek under a spell, and he came alive in Stiles’ dreams. Specifically, in the type of dreams that involve coming.

Anything Goes Between You And I by hexthejinx 

(2,661 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek has a secret impregnation kink and one day Stiles discovers it. He’s not freaked out by this, though - quite the contrary.

No actual mpreg in this story! They just like to imagine stuff. :)

The Last Temptation by queerly_it_is 

(4,008 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek always gets stuck between making too much noise or just gasping silently.

He knows he’d been making noise earlier; when Stiles walked them both into the bedroom he’d been humming into kisses and mumbling dry responses to Stiles saying he “had plans”; when Stiles tugged at his clothes he remembers he’d said something meant to pass for controlled about patience that had made Stiles roll his eyes.

And when Stiles pulled his mouth off Derek’s dick with a slurp so lewd it had to be at least half on purpose and told him to roll over with his voice gone rough, Derek’s sure he’d breathed out, “Yeah. Yeah okay.”

Fever by Little Spoon (JaydenNara) 

(4,227 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles was all for rough. He loved when Derek manhandled him, showed off his strength, and left marks on his skin, but Derek had always held back. Stiles had just never realized how much… until now. 

Give Me Everything At Once by SleepDepraved 

(4,366 I Explicit I Complete)

The missing sex scene.

or the one where Stiles and Derek have been drinking, and then there is filthy sex.

Briefcase by ColetheWolf 

(6,306 I Explicit I Complete)  *stepfather/stepson, also Derek/Sheriff (mentioned), infidelity

Derek comes back home to pick up his briefcase, but instead finds his stepson in an extremely compromising, yet arousing position.

Baby, Give Me Light by MereLoup 

(14,598 I Explicit I Complete)   *fake mpreg

“How long do we have?” Derek’s breath was husky and aroused, his eyes never leaving Stiles’ lingerie clad body.

Derek had a slight lisp from where his fangs had dropped down into his mouth, his salivary glands working overtime in his arousal, and his claws were extended, digging mercilessly into the mattress. Derek was so turned on right now and the Wolf was so close to the surface, Stiles’ didn’t know where he had found the restraint to sit there as still as he was. He sounded so close already, Stiles just wanted him to let loose.

“Until sunrise.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, too slowly and too meticulously to be casual. “That’s quite a lot of time.”

“Let’s make the best of it.” Stiles’ fingers brushed over his swollen belly and Derek growled in answering arousal.

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i’m not dead but a lil more active on twitter in terms of updating whatever horrid nonsense comes up in between work and sleep : ) be sure to read the captions for explanations LOL

I was talking to my mom today and we got on the topic of how our upbringings and social environments were so vastly different. A lot of parents don’t understand that due to our sociopolitical circumstances, a lot of us carry a very wary nihilism and cynicism about us. My mother grew up in the wake of Vietnam, after which was a reasonably prosperous time. There were dark times, yes, but it was things that had happened while my mother, and most of her generation, were already grown.

Our generation was born into a war. One of my earliest memories was of 9/11. I was 4, so I didn’t understand at the time. I saw the footage, the collapse, the jumpers. 4 years old. And then the war started, or rather, picked up where it left off in the 90s. I can vaguely remember Bush’s “free speech zones”. Cages lined with barbed wire, often times people were locked in them by police. People were treated like zoo animals. The war, the attacks, suicide bombers. I thought it was normal because I’d never known anything else. I had never known peace. None of us had. Then the housing crash, the outsourcing, the foreclosures. In my hometown of Flint, MI, everyone worked at the general motors plants. The pay was good, until they began outsourcing. Plants closed, tens of thousands lost jobs. Flint had been in decline already but when the plants closed, it was over. We became an unsalvageable, polluted wasteland. Crumbling roads, burnt down houses, abandoned factories like ghosts along the sides of the highway. The water. We haven’t had clean water for years. We grew up poor, and so we learned to be happy without money. We learned to enjoy experience instead of material things. Baby boomers cant understand why no one in our generation wants a house, of course not, our hand had been burnt before, with the housing crash. Protests, riots, police gunning down children with no consequence. We’ve never known peace, so we’ve made our homes in the ashes of what came before us.

The Only Exception

MASTERLIST

Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome. 

Word count: 3,001

Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across. 

I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up on the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was sleeping. 

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