they should never even hold hands

I never knew a sadness like this could exist until after you, that all the light you read about in places you would like to visit can exist in the beat of a heart that only glances your way when the mirror is too full of sunrises we lost a kiss to. I’ve been unwrapping commas at the end of every song that shouldn’t play like your name, every song that missed a step more than our whispers that only outlined the moon. the ocean is a reminder that even beauty can sink without a season to wear, and baby that’s why we never saw eye to eye. Having a hand to hold doesn’t mean you’ll never fall, recognizing laughter amongst stars that keep moving in the direction we should be doesn’t mean you can’t kiss happiness. Tonight, I’m missing a touch I’ll never feel again, lips I lost to the past I can only visit in, a heart that has healed in a shape that has pushed out my name, and maybe just because I broke your heart, it doesn’t mean I own it. So I’ve been owning up to my mistakes. 1. I should’ve loved you more, but instead I left us with more reasons as to why number 2 makes sense. 2. I always wondered why they made sure we use number 2 pencils to erase a problem that couldn’t be answered because we didn’t study, so we’ve been failing and you can’t Christmas tree the scantron if all you’ve been trying to do is find the angel on top that doesn’t have wings or a halo to match, that’s the problem with the youth. We don’t listen long enough to hear the true meaning. We just say, yeah, I’m listening. I am paying attention. I am here. 3. I should have demanded your pulse, I should have given life to you, but we chose lust and death to paint our insides. Black is in once again and I fear, this time I’m all out of colors to name the stars into holes that we can’t fill. I’m all out of light, I’m all out of excuses. I want you, but I don’t want you. I need you, but I hate that I need you. I fucked up, but I just wanted us to work. I can’t get you out of my head, I just tell people that I already did. I can feel you in my heart, but I could’ve sworn you tore our limbs off and lost your apologies when we kissed Limbo two knees deep into lava, we were just kids experimenting with science fiction and proclaiming that if love was a rocket, then we’ve got the safest trip. To the moon and back, to the stars and afar. Submarine kind of dance, I’ll be at the ocean floor waiting for your feet to hit the ground, black cat with nine lives– I’ve killed myself a dozen nights to forget the fight or flight response. I fly into your arms when I’m weak. I fight myself to recognize my own beauty. We were designed for this, a hack straight down your spine, where is my mind? I have lost it. Have you seen it? If you do, please tell it to return. Home is where I long to be, you is where I am no longer. Arms used to be pillows and lips used to rooms that we could live in. Which words did we say the most again? Somewhere under these stars, surely, we have found the answers. Lover, dear lover, throw us to the wolves and never worry if the moon is howling instead of shining.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

anonymous asked:

Can I have add x reader, some fluff. Thanks!

“Honey… where are you?” He asks sluggishly, drinking his daily dose of caffeine to keep another all nighter going.

Typically, he keeps those sickeningly sweet nicknames away from the public. He’s seen how couples act in large crowds, and Add can’t agree to how they’re behaving. Always holding hands, stealing glances and pulling out some cheesy quotes every once in a while. He could never do it, for it’d be far too awkward for him to handle.

Though he never said he couldn’t do that if no one else is around.

“Darling, you should come out. If you plan on hiding even more, kukuku. Prepare for my almighty fingers. I’m a scientist, I know where to explore~” he calls out to you, his free hand teasingly wiggling. He can hear your steps wander. He playfully glares at the surroundings.

He guesses he can call it a guilty pleasure. As much as he hates others doing it, Add unfortunately understands how pleasurable it is for people to tease each other like that.

“Kek, Oh, pumpkin smoothies. Do you really wish to avoid the sugar? Come on, you know I sweeten your day…!”

“Wow, you’re better at puns than I thought.” Elesis notes. Add breaks his teasing face, paling as he turns to look at the female knight.

“Yo. I barged in here to grab something. You uh… left the door unlocked.”

“Get out.” he hisses, his tone as venomous as a black widow.

“Yeah, yeah. Good luck on the honeymoon… sugar boy.”


You finally come out as she slams the door with a laugh, quickly rushing over to help the red faced Add.

anonymous asked:

For me 'Woman' is one of the songs on the album most about his relationship with Louis - he doesn't want to see Louis with the women has to publicly be with and it's agonising for him when he does. 'He's right where I should be' - ie Harry is saying he should always be by his side but instead you (the person to whom he is speaking) is instead. Part 1

‘Apologies are never going to fix this’ - I get the feeling so many people have said to them 'sorry but it has to be this way’, 'sorry but she had to hold his hand/be with him at that event (even though it should have been you)’ (and to some extent he understands that) but apologies don’t make it any less horrifyingly sad for them. Part 2

The last part 'this thing upon me howls like a beast, you flower you feast’ kills me. It feels an animalistic anguished cry - he watches whilst the person (who is allowed to publicly be at Louis’ side - Woman) flourishes at their expense. Incredible songwriting in my opinion. Part 3/3 thanks for reading.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^

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anonymous asked:

Omg love your HCs!! They are all so cute!!!! >V< can u please do RFA +V and Saeran x MC first time holding hands? Like what would their reactions be?? Again LOVE your HCs!!! Omg bye!!~~

• Honestly, it wasn’t very long in your relationship you started holding hands.
• Basically it was your first date.
• The both of you were just walking in the park together. Laughing, and getting to know each other.
• And my god you looked so perfect. He actually wanted to just kiss you. I mean, the sun was shining on your flawless skin, the wind blew stands of (H/C) hair in your was breath taking.
• He slowly inched his hand down beside yours, and began interlacing your small, delicate fingers in his larger ones.
• After that, he never really likes going out in public without your hand in his.
• This cheeky little sh-
• After he finally realized his true feelings for you, and stopping pushing everything and everyone away (anti-social much? Me too.)
• He asked you to go to a cat shelter with him.
• After all, Vanderwood didn’t say his partner couldn’t have a cat and just so happen to..bring it over. A lot.
• Does this count as your first date? Well, technically. You’ve hung out a lot, but never really anywhere but the parties and RFA members houses.
• “(Y/N)!!! This cat is just so cute! You should have it! I’ll even pay!”
• “Seven- I- I can’t take care of a cat?!”
• He B E G S.
• And for the first time, he gently grabs a hold of your hand, holding it tightly in his.
• He places a kiss on your cheek, and gives you the cutest little pouty face.
• At this point, you’re a blushing, awkward mess.
• “Uh-m uh..some soft hands you got there..”
• He smirks for a moment, before thinking of the dumbest thing he can say in that moment.
• “thanks, I use a lot of lotion. If you catch my dri-”
• But you never did seem to let go of his hand, the rest of the day, at least.
• You would think it would take a while for him to get all..lovey dovey with you.
• But it was kind of a happy medium.
• So basically, it was the 4th-5th ‘date’
• Really doesn’t want to rush things. He’s a firm believer that love takes time.
• But when it happens, it’s actually kind of sweet.
• You’re lying on his couch, waiting for him to come back in with the breakfast he ‘couldn’t wait to make for you’
• He walks in the living room to check on you, smiling over at your resting figure.
• He can’t help but want to keep walking towards you.
• And soon, he can’t even control himself?
• “Jumin? What are you-”
• He picks you up, and sets you down in his lap, all whilst placing you hand in his.
• And he doesn’t even really say much. Other than he “felt like it” when questioned on what he was doing.
• This was cute, comfortable and all, but..
• “whats that burning smell??”
• “..Shi-”
• okay this is so obvious but.
• Or at least, on your way to.
• It’s a really cold morning, the two of you have been dating for a couple weeks now. So, you decided to bundle up, and grab some coffee.
• Now, she didn’t have gloves. You would think she would, but ohhoho, Nope she is not prepared.
• Thankfully, you have a trick up your sleeve. A smoothhhh move, this way it won’t be awkward to make the move. You go, (Y/N).
• You take off the glove on one of your hands, and hand it to her.
• At this point, she’s looking between you and glove, a bit confused.
• You then place your uncovered, warm hand in her freezing one.
• “What are you waiting for, silly? Put on the other glove~”
• You smooth mother-
• She’s a blushing mess, really. But she adores you.
• Sweetbbyboy
• he’s so innocent. He’s never even held hands.
• One day, you’re playing games with him at his place, and well…beating him.
• “How are you so good at this?!” Yoosung frustratedly says.
• “I guess I’m just a pro.”
• He gives you an 'o really’ look, with the intent of picking up his game.
• But he needed motivation.
• “if I win this next round, you have to hold hands with me the rest of the day. Minus when one of us needs to go to the restroom.”
• He still lost tho, lol.
• But, you couldn’t help but want your own prize.
• “how about we do it anyways?”
• Yes, you’re that couple.
• The one that is always painfully close and always holding the others hands.
• But he loves every minute of it. And so do you.
• It was not long at allll before you help hands.
• Before he got eye surgery, he needed your “help” to get around. So, he wanted you to hold his hand and guide him around so he could get the things he needed to get.
• But he could actually see well enough.
• He just wanted to hold your hand.
• You had butterflies, he had butterflies, you two were honestly just lovey messes on the inside.
• But you loved it.
• (bonus)
• When he got the eye surgery, you had no idea. And he made you hold his hand again…however, something was off. It seemed he was bringing you along more than you were to him..
• “V- can you..”
• You were then cut off by none other than Jumin, who just so happened to be driving by.
• “V! How’d that surgery go?”
• gASP!
• Okay so he was not getting physical ATTT ALLLL!!!
• And this kind of frustrated you.
• Yes, sweetie I know you’re bad with human interaction buT WE HAVE BEEN DATING ALMOST 2 MONTHS PLS LOVE ME.
• So, RFA helped you come up with a plan. A jealously plan.
• Yep, you were gonna try and get Saeran to get all jealous and protective over you. Maybe even get him to get a little closer.
• It started small, You’d have Yoosung start flirting a little with you in the group chat.
• Plan fails, and Saeran just leaves the chats with no word.
• You knew you had to step up the game.
• One day, you and Saeran go out for a walk around town, just casually talking with each other.
• When you 'coincidentally’ run into Zen just up ahead.
• “(Y/N)! Hey! You look cute today!”
• You weren’t expecting him to say that of all things, so you couldn’t help the tiny blush that appeared on your face.
• “Awh, tha-”
• This is when you felt your hand get tightly enveloped by another.
• Saeran was jealous.
• And unafraid to show it.
• “Looks like I’m interrupting a little date~ see you on he messenger, later! Have fun you two!”
• When Zen leaves, Saeran still doesn’t let your hand go.
• “You know..this is actually kind of..nice..” He awkward says.
• From here on, he starts becoming more and more physically affectionate~ thank you, Zen!

anonymous asked:

Chim chim is precious and should be protected


someone get me a bull horn so i can SCREAM THIS MESSAGE FROM THE ROOFTOPS BECAUSE

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WHO NEVER FAILS TO BREAK MY HEART (pls hold my hand chimz)

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AND EVEN MORE LOVING (he loves his members so much i cri)

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tl;dr - please love pjm. because he is soso beautiful inside and out. he was made to be loved <3

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anonymous asked:

could u tell us more abt Sven/Keith? i saw u mention that they were a thing in previous voltrons n got curious thanks

They weren’t


If any couple should have been a thing.. 

Like, Keith and Sven were obviously the closest two out of the 5 (I think it was like Hunk/Pidge, Keith/Sven who were the closest buddies), and Sven was kinda older and more experienced and seemed like he’d be the leader, but Keith was, and Sven was second in command. Which seemed kinda odd, but was never explained why it was like that. (this is what I think VLD is trying to do)

And it’s obvious (both in Golion and Voltron) that Sven meant alot to Keith, but we never get the reason.

And that, combined with Keith’s seeming lack of interest in Allura, who the american version made inlove with Keith (wasn’t the case in golion) and some funny changes to the dialog, I think made it very easy to get the impression Keith was gay for Sven haha (in Voltron, less in golion) atleast until the special commissioned episodes forced Keith and Allura together.

Like the scene where Allura takes the black lion, in golion they are all complaining about her and saying how “Sven” would have never done that, and Keith is the only one who doesn’t mention “Sven” and supports Allura piloting black. 

But in Voltron they made Keith be the only one who says the “Sven would have never done this” line, and combined with Allura’s romantic feelings for him in this version and how he keeps shutting her down all the time, it just becomes really funny 

Then you also got “Sven dying” in Keith’s arms

The happy reunion where they hold hands and look into eachothers eyes

The original ending where Keith lets Lotor destroy Voltron to save Sven’s life

I dunno, I think even back then that relationship really stood out, but was never explained. So I think it left alot of room to do something very significant with it this time, and I wouldn’t be surprised if when watching the old series before making vld the vld staff were all

 “He loves you”

and then went all TOMODAAA and wrote them the love story they deserve in VLD haha (cause seriously if any two characters should have been the “gay couple”…)

But you kno, in DotU Keith ends up with Allura (for the american audience). Sven and Romelle were an actual thing in both, but in Golion they dun end up together either (cuz Ryou dies)

So obviously they could have gone with those two relationships too and just developed them into better more believable love stories than they were in the original, but I just wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to go the Keith/Sven way either, because well, there was definitely a base there imo.. 

Anyway, @misterpoofofficial is the fandom’s expert on vintage Sheith, so maybe they can expand on the whole Sven/Keith thing more

ok, so we have ingrained expectations for how big any certain thing should be. like, a tree should be taller than me, insects should be smaller than this (holds hands a few inches apart). so finding a bonsai, an unusually small tree, or a tarantula, shakes those expectations. this picture kinda shows it. most people wouldn’t really expect a bird’s foot to be so large, and its jarring to see it is.

so imagine this ‘jarring’ feeling taken over to an alien world, or an alien to our world. oh! i’ve never seen invertebrates so small! is this their normal size? are they babies? and then the human explains, that nope, most bugs don’t get much bigger.

and maybe even us humans also. our furniture is built to scale for our bodies, their analogous furniture is to scale for their bodies; communicating through video, no one thought anything of it. then we show up and we’re like, 3 times their height and its like, whoa, thought you were taller. a lot of things imagine aliens as being conveniently human-sized and like, what if you’ve got a 3-meter tall Captain which limits what ships you can be assigned to. your coworker is 10 inches tall, so you have to install auxiliary steps and ladders everywhere so they can navigate independently. or or! huge aliens going with the ’humans are cute’ idea build shelves or tunnels along the walls so we can walk around like cats, and they kinda coo over us climbing so high up and back down and thats how we get around their ships

i. i crawled across the bathroom floor, my heart tied to one snapped heel, because i’d been taught supplication, not domination. you laughed and stomped on my fingers and i licked blood from the sole of your boot.

ii. i grew thorns instead of fingernails and barbed wire instead of a smile. i wrote it all over my body: ‘DO NOT TOUCH ME, I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED.’ ‘I WAS SOFT ONCE, BUT NEVER AGAIN.’ No one noticed until it was too late.

iii. him, for instance: soft-lipped, sweet-smiled boy with cool hands and a laugh like breaking clouds. i whittled him down, kissed hellish silence and late-night storms into his skin even after he begged for mercy. he stabbed himself in the neck with his favorite pen, because i’d taught him that the things you love hurt the most.

iv. i picked up your bad habits: your bite, your hard eyes, your fingertips that felt like honey and acted like arsenic. should a boy ever drag himself across bloodied linoleum and hold his hands out to me, i won’t hesitate to impale his wrist with the snapped heel i never bothered to fix – i was taught supplication, but now i’ve been taught to kill what loves me the most.

v. thank you for taking me apart and putting me back together loud and bloody. i no longer hear my own screams, as the screams of my lovers are louder.

—  I PICKED UP YOUR BAD HABITS // abby, day 235
I Don’t Laugh

Prinxiety - [Prince (Fanciful Side) x Anxiety]

Summary: Anxiety claims he never laughs. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

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The door slams so hard Nursey feels the whole room shake, and he nearly jumps out of his chair. When he spins around in his desk chair, he sees Dex, oversized hoodie hanging off his lanky frame and baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. Dex doesn’t even acknowledge him, just drops his bookbag on the floor and face-plants onto the bottom bunk - Nursey’s bed.

Nursey knows the Bad Day drill by now, so he flips his desk light on before getting up and turning their room light off. Bad days for Dex mean a nap, a run, and a pie, in that order. After that, he’s usually feeling well enough to talk to Nursey about it. Nursey just has to wait him out.

He’s intending to do just that when he hears the sniffle, so quiet he’s not even sure if he really heard it. He stops what he’s doing, trying to subtly lean back in his chair. He hears it again, and he immediately turns around. Dex is still lying face-down on the bed, but when Nursey really watches him, he can see the way his shoulders are shaking with the effort to keep his crying quiet.

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so because @bechnaesun​ practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours. 

even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:

  • isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
  • isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
  • and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
  • isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
  • even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
  • isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
  • even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
  • so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
  • even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on

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i just …i know it’s been said but i’m mcdying about taako and lup? and just how they complement each other…how the world dealt them a shit hand and they grew up having to fight for every little thing they had and how it turned taako bitter and distrusting…if the world wasn’t gonna give a shit about him he wasn’t give a shit right back and even harder, he never needed anyone besides lup anyway. and how it turned lup into a fighter, the world may not give a shit about her but she was gonna do her damnedest to make it better anyway, just cause her life was hard doesn’t mean everyone else’s should have to be. they’re both scrappy and hold grudges and have a horrible flair for the dramatic but their approach is so different. lup is the fight to taako’s flight; where taako’s mentality is “fuck the world,” lup’s is “fuck greg gremaldis the people who made it that way” 

Escape:  the Bree years

“It hurts,” she whimpered through her breaths. 

“I know, mo graidh.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell him!” Claire snarled.

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

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

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

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

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

Jamie’s voice. 

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A girl.  

Another girl.

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

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

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

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

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

Claire nodded, and held out her arms.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A moment he never wanted to forget. 

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

Newcomers Pt 11

The flag fluttered in the wind, it was held high by a single figure at it’s base who had erected it but had not the strength to dig it into the ground. The flag was that of the Benemar, two tusks crossed over a war axe on a blood red background.

The Benemar warrior looked up at it laughing to himself, they had won, they would soon push the Humans off their world and then burn theirs to ash, with this victory they had broken the Human war machine here.

Steps behind him made him turn and he scarcely saw the figure before it struck him so hard his head exploded. Karen stood over the now headless Benemar and watched as the flagpole fell to the blood soaked dirt and behind her the Humans and Gal were finishing off the rest of the Benemar that had survived the battle. The battle had raged for hours and had been devastating for both sides, the Benemar in a desperate attempt to break the stalemate had shelled the battlefield hitting both sides. If it was not for the Humans fighter craft braving anti air fire they would have continued till no one from either side was left alive.

Karen had been hit hard, she had suffered multiple shots from near point blank range to her chest and torso and if it was not for her armour she would be dead. But most severe of all was a blade cut her neck at the artery. She had thought herself dead and had not realised how she had survived until the battle was over. A Gal, a symbiotic type had latched onto her neck with it’s circler mouth over the wound and it’s tentacles dug into the skin and into the veins. The Gal themselves were covered with these things that help them heal wounds easier and faster. Humans may be tougher than most other races but even they have their limits and it was long believed that no race could hold a Gal symbiont as they tended to tax the body while they healed it. The Humans though seemed to be fine, if not a bit uneasy at having a Gal with a single eye on their body watching them all the time. Also it flooded their bodies with adrenaline and fed off the dead cells of the body which was why none had had the need to pee since one was attached. It also caused the same mental strain that the full sized Gal did when they tried to connect their minds to other races. Maybe it was because of their size or that they were connected physically but the Humans were not feeling any such side effects, no headaches or hallucinations.

Karen touched the Gal on her neck and it pulsated under her touch like a heartbeat, she tried to put it from her mind and went to join the rest of her force.

Clerk was dead and thus command of the army had fallen to Jenkins who was next in command and field promoted to Captain, he had quickly requested reinforcements from Williams force who were due to arrive the following day and right now all they could do was secure their line and wait.

Ahead of them was a city, the Benemar called it Geeda and it was little more than a mass population centre, the majority of their garrison had been sent in their assault and they were now dead at least those that did not retreat. They city was heavily under manned. But it was heavily defended, it was surrounded by a wall of solid steel reaching several hundred feet high with only a small number of entrances. It was also armed with hundreds of heavy guns that could spot anything for miles and it could only be approached from the east and southern sides as it hugged a passing river. It had often boasted that a billion Gal could assail it and never breach it’s walls. That claim if somewhat diluted was about to be tested.

“We are going to need some bigger guns if we are going to breach that thing” Cathy said looking at the map.

“Or a big can of woopass” Karen said fingerbanging her but no one laughed. “No?”

“No, in this scenario the city is the can sooooooo…”

“Oh yeah”

“Anyway…” Jenkins said getting everyone’s attention back to him “You are right Cathy we will need more armaments to lay a siege of this magnitude, but we cannot even advance for another two days. We have simply sustained too many casualties”

“Can’t our Gal allies simply spawn more of their kind to make up the difference?” asked Cho who had been promoted to Jenkins second in command.

He had a Gal symbiont on his back so he was without his armour and it made him look almost like a hunchback. Most of the Humans had a symbionts to some degree.

“Spawning new warriors will take time, close to about three of your weeks to spawn and fully grow them” A Gal signed.

“We can’t delay an attack for that long” Karen stated.

“No we cannot and we will not” Jenkins said as the symbiont on chest became loose so it held on tighter by digging it’s tentacles deeper into his skin making him wince. “I have received word that a number of our assets are operational within the city and will make their move on our signal”

Just then the ground began to thud and timed intervals and everyone in the army turned to regard these new arrivals.

Bastions, huge two legged walking war machines that had enough fire power to level whole armies in moments. Five stories tall with four artillery guns, two on it’s back and two on it’s arms that were a bit smaller.

They were often called war ending weapons but they had a number of drawbacks.

One they were slow, very slow as even taking a single step needed careful consideration and experience with the machines of this type. The podsuits were often called the prototypes to these monstrosities but in fact the prototypes had been used back in the first war between the Humans and Benemar. Back then they only had two, now they had ten, five for each front.

They were also slow to deploy from orbit, they had to be shipped down in pieces and assembled on planet, this required the shipping of the specifically built constriction machines that in fact were just re purposed podsuits.

They also needed constant air support, the design of them was to defeat enemies on the ground and attempts to equip it with anti air guns taxed it’s internal generator to the limit and cause them to overheat and sometimes detonate when under intense attack. So they never went into battle without some air cover.

“With these Bastions, we will tear open Geeda, the Benemar are putting to much faith in their walls but walls have a severe weakness that out ways their advantage” Jenkins said smiling.

“What’s that?” Cathy asked.

“They trap the inhabitants inside the city”

Geeda was dark and wet place, little foliage grew on Bento and none of it grew here. The city’s inhabitants seemed oddly at ease even after their defeat, probably because they thought they had won in general.

Sergeant Faye sat on a balcony overlooking one of the entrances with her second in command Corporal Oma who sat beside her watching one of the gates to the city. Their Chamo armour was activated making them invisible to the eye, it was not true invisibility and only really worked if the wearer stood perfectly still. It bent light with the use of microscopic camera’s on the front and back to in a sense project the surface onto them.  

Survivors from the battle were arriving bringing tales of how they had fought hard and reaped a bloody toll on the Human and Gal forces. That battle took place some days ago but not even Faye had heard what the outcome was and she was not about to believe the Benemar. They were shouting that they had slaughtered so many that they were now weak and demoralised and could never assault this city.  

“Are our troops in position?” Faye asked.

“They should be so within the hour” Oma replied.

“Good we got time for lunch then” she said getting up and leaving, they found a more hidden place to deactivate their armour and get out some rations chips.

“These slaves, they are all underfed and sickly, they cannot hold on for long against a Benemar counter attack or maybe even the defenders” Oma said handing a ration chip to her.

“They are slaves fighting for their freedom, that will make them fight all the harder, and besides, they don’t need to win, just keep the Benemar’s attention for a time”

“So what is the plan then?”

“I don’t know” Faye said suddenly and Oma was surprised to hear it, usually the commander is in the loop on such plans. “It’s a security measure so that if I am captured not even I can tell the enemy the true extent of our plans. All I am ordered to do is to cause as much trouble when the signal to attack comes”

“When can we expect it” Oma asked but he did not expect her to know.

Just as she was about to reply her wrist com shun a green colour and she looked down at it and smiled.

“In twelve hours” she smiled.

Looking up they saw the sky filled with Human craft and the Geeda’s anti air guns opened fire.

Devils from the Lake || Jughead J.

18. “Hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Requested by anon.

Song: Foreign Tongues (Acoustic Version) - Dirtcaps, Eleni Drake


I couldn’t see anything and my hands were tied.

I couldn’t see anything and I could barely think straight.

I couldn’t see anything and was about to be killed.

My captor was arguing with Jason Blossom, I wanted to cry. Tears were actually running down my face, but I mean the ugly, loud, screaming type of cry, that was the cry I wanted. But my mouth was frozen shut, I was paralyzed.

I couldn’t focus on what was being said between the two, not even if I tried. Panic invaded my body, all the way from my finger tips down to my toes. I was numb.

“Run!” I heard Jason yell at me, pushing me up and towards safety. “Go.” He words finally registered and my legs took off. I yanked the blind fold away from my eyes so I could see after I tripped over a branch.

I ran, ran, and ran.

And then I heard a gunshot, echo throughout the forest.


I wanted to turn around, but his words ran through my head, and I continued running.

My head snapped up from my desk as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my papers together, shoving them in a book and the book shoved in my bag, traces of panic still in my finger tips.

I walk out of U.S. History, my body numb, and my legs feeling as if they’d give out from underneath me, but I kept walking. I kept walking trying to shake the feeling, live through the pain. Holding my head up high with Jason’s final words echoing throughout my head, reaching every dark, empty corner, and echoing back. Live through the pain.

I live through the pain, because Jason’s not here. He gave up his chance of surviving to get me out of there. Reasons I don’t even know why, I never talked to Jason that much. Hold your head up, live through the pain.

It was hard to do that. The town thought I killed Jason, Cheryl wanted my head, people whispered in my wake.

The panic returned to my finger tips, spreading through my hands and up my arms, slowly taking control of my body. My breaths started to get uneven, it was hard to breathe.


“You should be dead, not Jason.”

“You’ll be locked up soon.”

“I’m sure she was just jealous of Jason and Polly, that why she killed him.” I caught figments of conversations, the gunshot echoing through my head, along with Jason’s words drove me over the edge.

I started pushing through people, though it didn’t seem to do much, I couldn’t feel my hands, anything. I felt weak and helpless, just like I did on July fourth. I finally broke through the crowd and ran.

I didn’t know where, the tears blurred my vision. I just kept running like I did that afternoon.

“Are you okay?” I heard the voice ask, before I felt the owner holding onto my arms, I’d run into them.

I looked up, finding Jughead Jones standing in front of me.

“I need to get out of here.” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. He pulled me out of the hallway into an empty room.

“No, I need to get out of this school,  I’m not safe here.” The panic kicked full in, and I felt like my captor and Jason’s murder was right around the corner. I was full on in hysteria. “They’re going to get me.”

“Hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” He said, pulling me into his chest.

I finally let out that cry.

My heads were balled up in his shirt, my head buried deep in his chest as I cried. He didn’t say anything but held me and I was greatful for that.

Once my breathing evened out and my sobs stopped, we just stood there, holding onto each other, then I finally spoke.

“Thank you.” I said, still latched onto him.

“Its nothing,” I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “Are you better now?”

“Yeah,” I looked down at my feet, holding onto my arm with the opposing hand.

“Hey, what do you say to skipping the rest of the school day, and going to Pop’s? A hamburger and a milkshake from there is always the best cure, in my opinion.” Jughead suggested, I looked up at him again, cracking a smile, laughing a little.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” I agreed.

“Well, lead the way.” He said, extending his arm out to the door, I laughed.

And for the first time since July 4th, I got a sense of normalcy back, and things were good for that moment.

Masterlist || Prompt List

One word prompt fic 

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Anger // Draco Malfoy Smut

Warnings: Smut and Swearing 

Word Count: 1700+

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Summary: A SMUT 

Requested: Nah, but I was gone for a week. so here you go. 

Originally posted by potters-broomstick

“The man you were, the one I wanted to married would have kicked your ass. That person you were would have taken a break. You were someone. You were that guy– the one who had principles. But not anymore.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to apologize,” He told you annoyed. His body weight shifted to his other foot as if he was a sassy school girl. But this wasn’t what you wanted, you didn’t want a sassy school girl as your boyfriend.

“And that’s just the point!” You said referring to his body language. “Every time something comes out of your mouth you insult me, or a rude tone of voice bleeds through everything you say.”

You began to rummage through his drawers. Over the months at Hogwarts, you were accustomed to having a lot of your stuff in Draco’s room. But you weren’t sure anymore. “You could say I love you to me and still sound like you hate me like you hate Potter.” But instead of Draco at least trying to symbolize he gives you a look.

“Sorry?” You looked back at him and turned around to face his lanky figure.

“You better be fucking sorry.” He smirked at you from across his room. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Listen, if I didn’t want to be in this relationship, I would’ve never tried,” He told you sincerely. “I never meant to come across that way,” He walked closer towards you. You looked down trying to escape his gaze, but he lifted your chin up with his index finger. If he did this he would get away with everything he did. If he didn’t– you would lose him. “I mean it,” He whispered, probably sensing the anxiety swirling in your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. “You know I love you.”

The feelings rock your head backward as he kisses your neck and pushes his body into yours. His hot—marble lips traveled down your neck placing gentle kisses on your shoulder and then moving on to the next area.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip. It settled there and pulled you closer. He inhaled sharply, pressing his forehead to yours in the pitch black room. Your unsteady breaths were the only thing heard. Then he pulled you against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. You splayed your hand against it, holding it there, as he rocked you back and forth.

Sometimes it felt like it was nearly impossible for you to love him. That’s what you loved. The relationship would never work, but that was the very thing that made you strongest. Your hands moved down to his jeans. Lately, Draco has been wearing suits instead of his robes, and it was turning you on. He wanted to show, everyone, he was a man.  You felt his hard through the thin material.

His breathing quickened and with his quickening, so did yours. He began to attack your neck with delicate kisses, yet they felt so rough. Under his touch—under his gentle touch, you became limp. He was usually rough, but now he was passionate. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. You were surprised to find your own lips parted. You cupped the back of his neck and pulled his head into yours. He breathed in sharply lasting only seconds before he kissed you back hardly. His hands grabbed your waist and he slammed you into the nearest wall. You grunted loudly from the impact and smirked into the kiss. He clenched your ass tightly in his hands and smirked as well, sending you over the edge.

He turned you over and grabbed the back of your thighs lifting you off your feet easily. He was so strong. You laughed lightly, running his fingers through his hair before bending down to his ear.

“I’m still mad,” You whispered to him. He huffed out and ignored your remark. He just lifted his head in the air and waited for you to kiss him.

“Not for long,” He whispered back.  

The room was twilight and you and Draco were so close you were breathing in each others scent. His sets you down on the ground and wraps his arms around your back, and in one passionate pull off your skins, he kissed harder. You feel his fingers knot in your hair. Then his hand moves down your cheekbones to your soft lips. Your bodies fit together as if we were made just for this—to be in love with each other—to embrace each other. He pushes you back into his bed letting you fall and sink into to the soft expensive mattress. You gripped the silk sheets and looked up at Draco. You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for the two of you to feel safe in each others presence. He hovers over your body and kisses your lips.

Then he’s all business, undoing your jeans and pulling them off. He puts his hands on your legs and you feel your back arch in anticipation. He pulled off your shirt and ripped off your bra. He crawled over your body and traveled down towards your core. You first quite moan escapes your lips as he grips your thighs. His mouth slowly touches your core and you moan a little louder. His tongue folds over the bundle of nerves. He consumes you like he consumed power–fast–eagerly–and roughly. His tongue came in long stroking licks. You bucked your hips higher to meet his mouth, not caring that the action could be called nothing but promiscuous. He reached up to your breasts a cupped them roughly.

There is nothing more bewitching than your naked form. As he watched you naked writhing under him. As soon as his hand grabs your breasts, you responded.  He moves up towards your lips. Your kisses change, deeper, more sensual.  "God, Draco.“ You arched against him when he moved over you. His other hands gripped at your breast, while the other traced down your body. You took your his hands and placed it on your sex, pulling him closer towards you. His fingers slipped into you and rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. His two fingers worked inside you, it was nothing too uncomfortable and nothing you couldn’t handle. He kept his mouth on you lavishing my breasts with attention. Kissed down your chest and towards your neck.

His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The strength of what was building was staggering.  If he kept going, all of Hogwarts would hear. If he stopped, you would cry. Cry, and beg.

“Did you take the pill?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded slowly. He chuckled quietly. “I like muggle creations.” And he always did. The ones he liked were always made for the bed, always there for Draco to use on you. This was no different.

You reached for his belt to take off his black jeans. You slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. His head rocked to the back of his neck as you palmed him through his boxers. He groaned out with pleasure, but suddenly came right back to reality and sunk himself into you. He moaned out louder than you should have. He kneaded your breasts as you gripped the silk covers of Draco’s Hogwarts bed.

He pumped into you, the length and level of his arousal he tried to trust more harder into you. "Mine,” he grunts under his breath. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you hard thrusts. Draco’s gelled hair was tousled as the moonlight shown in the room illuminating the room. Beads of sweat lightly covered his chest as you watched him. “Who do you belong to?” He whispered hoarsely

“I do, everything I have, everything I am– it belongs to you.” He chuckled darkly.

“And I belong to you. No matter what I fucking do. You memorize those words and hold them close, they’re true and they’re going to stay true. No matter what I fucking do.”

“I love you,” you whispered quietly.

“I hear you say it every day,” He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips. She felt his erection probe between her thighs. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. I’ve never been more grateful”

He gave you every inch he had, holding your hips and forcing himself inside of you even though you should have taken it one at a time.  A shock rolled through your body and you whimpered. But he thrust harder and harder.

“Push back against me,” he commanded, gripping your hips harder probably leaving red hand marks where they were. You thrust back and tossed your head back from the pleasure. She found him endlessly amusing when he was angry. 

You let your head fall back on the pillow, giving over to the euphoria he gave you. He was so big. Sometimes you wondered if you could handle how big he was and how he felt. And once you succeeded in letting him put himself in you–every inch of him. There was nothing like it. There was certainly no one like him.

You pressed back against him. He was so strong, you would’ve fallen off the bed.  Still, he didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace and either you have swept away with it, or you held your ground. But every push and pull over your bodies was easier for you to sink into. Then he began to sink into you deeper than before and drag out slowly, sensitizing your flesh.

Finally, you felt it. The rising passion in the room. You felt yourself feel high. You could tell he did too. His climax came before yours. Than yours followed, just as intense. He fell next to you in the bed pulling you into his chest. No words were exchanged but you knew he was sorry. And you knew he would never do that again.

Some LGBTQ Quotes

Coming out for gays and lesbians isn’t an even - it’s a process.


No country should deny people their rights because of who they love, which is why we must stand up for the rights of gays and lesbians everywhere.

-Barack Obama

have met many feminists who were not Lesbians but I have never met a Lesbian who was not a feminist.

-Martha Shelley

Queer by nature, Proud by choice.


I am gay, and I’m very comfortable with it.

-Adam Lambert

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

-Ernest Gaines

…the man of my dreams is a girl.

- Julie Anne Peters

I’ve just fallen in love with you. What is your name, and please tell me you’re gay?

-Jet Mykles