two more kids just two more after this

Always (Prologue) (M)

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Everyone is happy…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800

Content/Warnings: Since this is the prologue it’s pretty tame, but prepare for future: Violence, Gore, Smut, Offensive Language. The next chapter has very graphic gore, so if you’re not into that, back out now. Although Jungkook does kill in this series, this is not a serial killer AU.

A/N: For those of you who have read my other works before, you’ll find that this one is quite a departure from my usual “cute” and more light hearted fics. It’s my first time writing a series so it may be quite short compared to series by other writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ~


You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between. 

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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Super Mom

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12

A/N: I’M BACK!! I still have quite a few imagines to write because I did indeed take a break from writing, so… Yeah.You guys know I don’t update very frequently but I’m back! Yay! Anyways here’s the last part for Super Mom!! Also, I’d appreciate it, if you’d read what I wrote after the end of this imagine, thank you!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 5,462

Warning: just some fluff

Some info here: The Barnes family lives in a family home now, some members of the team have retired from the Avengers (it’s ten years into the future, of course some of them have retired) but they still refer to the group as ‘the team’ because they were a team.

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Roast (Namjoon x Reader)

You’re single, studious, and savage.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a College!AU where you meet Namjoon at the library and become study buddies?

Fluff + comedy, 3.5k words, namjoon/reader, college au

“You need to find a boyfriend,” Hoseok says, shifting on your bed. “You gotta get some.”

You don’t pause in your typing; although the paper isn’t due for another week, you plan to spend most of your time studying for your math class, so you really need to hurry and get the assignment out of the way first. Plus, you’re nearly finished with it. “I don’t need one, Hoseok,” you reply, scooting your chair closer to the computer. “We’ve already been over this multiple times.”

“Well too bad. I think you do, so I just arranged a blind date with you and one of my other friends. He’s a nice guy.”

You immediately spin your chair to face him. “What?”

“His name’s Namjoon, by the way,” Hoseok says nonchalantly. He sounds especially carefree for someone who is about to get murdered in roughly five seconds. Maybe ten. You wonder how long it would take for you to strangle him to death.

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How many kids you have - The outsiders preferences

2 kids. 1 girl and 1 boy

Isabella Curtis is born first on Saturday May 11, 1969. She was a month pre mature and she was the spitting imagine of both you and soda.

Elliot Curtis is born second on Tuesday, February 15, 1972. He was almost identical to soda and was almost always happy like him to

3 kids. 2 boys and 1 girl

Darryl Curtis lll was born on Friday, March 20, 1968. He looked a lot like you but he had Darrys eyes and facial features. Since he was a bigger baby, he was born through a C-section

Jackson Curtis was born on Saturday, September 23, 1972. He had your eye color and your facial features, but he seemed to cling toward Darry.

Alana Curtis was born on Sunday, June 27, 1971. When she was born, he had Darrys blue green eyes and dark hair but she was small like you.

4 kids. 3 girls (triplets) and 1 boy

Gemma, Roxanne, and Corrina Curtis wear born a on Tuesday, March 2, 1971 right after Johnnys birthday. The girls were fraternal twins so one looked almost identical to Pony while the other two closely resembled you.
(This was not my original idea, someone else made a post like this and I liked it but I can not remember who, so I have to give credit)

Martin Curtis was born on Sunday, January 3, 1974 And once again, your child grew up to be the identical twin to Pony.

1 kid. A boy

Lewis Randle was born on Friday, December 18, 1970. He had grown up to look just like you but he took on A LOT of Steve’s personality.
Like father like son

Two bit:
5 kids: twins (two boys), another boy and 2 girls
I think two bit would want a bigger family, is it just me?

Justin and Noah Mathews were born on Saturday, October 26, 1969. They were born identical twins and looked like both you and two.

Caleb Mathews was born on Tuesday, may 13, 1970. He grew up to look like two bit and to be just as goofy as him to.

Payton Mathews was born on Tuesday, April 15, 1972. She was born looking exactly like you but as she got older she looked more like her father.

Julianne Mathews was born Tuesday, April 11, 1974. She was the youngest of the five but seemed to be the most mature. She grew up to look more like you than two bit, but she did pick up his jokes.

2 kids. 1 boy and 1 girl

Austin Winston was born on Thursday, December 3, 1970. His bame was one of two bits jokes because he said since Dallas is named after a city in Texas, you should do the same with your son. You did just that.

Lillian Winston was born on Thursday, Obtober 30, 1972. She grew up looking a lot like dallas but was a sweet, and quiet little nerd

3 kids. 2 boys and 1 girl

Carter Cade was born on Friday, April 4, 1969. He looked just like Johnny except he didn’t have thr scared and nervous look to him since Johnny showed him the love a child deserved

Dallas Micheal Cade was born on Saturday, April 17, 1971 And was named after Johnnys two best friends Dallas and pony. He grew up to be very creative and loved to hang out with his dad and uncle pony.

Cosette Cade was born on Friday, June 8, 1973. she was born a month and a half pre maturely and was in and out the hospital for the first five months of life

I must go off the main topic of this blog, just for a moment, in light of the attacks in Manchester, England.

As more and more news emerges of the fallen 22, my heart keeps aching for all of those involved in a tragedy that has taken place quite close to home.

All of these names must be remembered… 8 year old Saffie Rose Roussos, 15 year old Olivia Campbell, 18 year old Georgina Callander… Angelika and Marcin Klis, two parents whose daughter has lost them both at once… Alison Howe and Lisa Lees, two mums waiting to collect their children after the concert. Their kids will never see them again… Kelly Brewster who died protecting her nice from the blast… John Atkinson, 26 years old.

I won’t even mention the name of the despicable coward who committed this abhorrent atrocity, such a vile creature should be forgotten and left to burn out like ashes in the snow.

The names above, the innocent, the pure and the tragically unlucky, along with the rest of the names that will sadly emerge, should be remembered and never forgotten.

If terrorism makes one thing apparent, it’s the amount of support and GOOD it brings out in people.

Along with standing shoulder to shoulder with people and countries affected by this senseless violence, I ask everybody to do one thing…

Tell everybody in your life who is precious to you and who you hold dear how much you love them. No matter what time of day or night it is, no matter how many miles separate you, no matter if you haven’t spoken to that friend/family member in a while, no matter if you just told them how much you love them … Wake them up, pick up that phone, forget old grudges, tell them again… because if this has taught us anything, it’s that life is short and never certain.

I pray that you all have so many more and long years ahead with your loved ones and for all of you who don’t, even if you think there isn’t, remember that there is always someone, because we will never let you stand alone… ❤

RIP to the fallen victims of terrorism all over the world. One day, there will be peace… They will never break us.

I Have Always Loved You

Summary: You and Junior have always been friends, but one night you realize you have feelings for him. You keep these feelings hidden, afraid to ruin your friendship, but one drunken night, you let your feelings slip.

Character: Junior and You

Genre: Romance/Smut/Rate M

Warning: Sexual content.

Length: 2942

You never thought of Junior as anything more than a friend, but he was your best friend. You guys hung out all of the time, and you felt like you could tell him anything. It wasn’t that that you didn’t think Junior was boyfriend material. You guys had just been friends for so long, that you didn’t even think about other possibilities. Plus, either him or you were always dating someone. But there was something about tonight that just felt different.

You two had gone to see a movie together, and now he was walking you back to your apartment. You guys were laughing about the silliness of the main character, when you glanced over in his direction. The moonlight must have been shining at the perfect angle, illuminating his jawline in the dark light. For a moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t like you hadn’t found Junior attractive before. You knew very well he had grown into a handsome man. You just never looked at him before in that way.

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That’s a good question! It all started when I was sorting through the basement of the temple– lots of old gem stuff, I can’t read most of it. And I found this weird map.

It took a little while to figure out what places the map was showing. All the landmarks were really old, and it was kinda falling apart. But I could tell it was important, so I followed it.  

It lead me to a crater in the middle of nowhere. Down in the crater, there was this black rock, like a meteor. And when I tried to move it… 

…It split open!

And a girl popped out!

Obviously she was really special, so I took it on myself to look after her. We’re both gems, so that makes us practically family! 

Apparently gems can go dormant for a long time, until they’re revived by something. Probably an interaction with other gems. And then they just bust right out of the rock, like eggs! …Magic alien rock eggs. So I kept following the map, until I found two more meteors, with two more really special kids. 

There were only three spots marked on the map, but it took a while to find them all. And I’ve been looking after the gems ever since! 

(It’s an old picture, but just look at these angels!) 

had a dream. living with a family of two parents and about 6 other kids in a house in the woods. I think that i had been adopted by the family, as were 2 of the kids (who are actually irl friends of mine and who, though i say “kids,” were both, along with me, legal adults in the dream just as we are in real life). one day we went out for a walk and then after that, nothing was the same. I got separated from them all and ended up catching a ride home with my modern physics professor, who warned me of superstition and monster stories coming to life.

Two of them, two preteen twin boys, had been acting more mean-spirited to me, my two irl friends, and the family’s biological daughter as of late. They were sticking together even more than usual and seemed secretive. The daughter one day got the idea that she needed to write something on the wall to force them into their “true form,” so she did that. As soon as they walked into the room and saw the writing, they seemed somehow transformed into quasi-werewolf, demonic beings whose eyes were all blacked out and sought out the darkness and could only really be seen out of the corner of your eye. Another, a toddler, seemed possessed and acted like a rabid animal also. If i went out into the family’s backyard, where he was, he would quickly see me, start chasing me around on all fours, and try to bite me. Their actions drove one of my irl friends out of the house, and we didn’t hear from him again so maybe he just went to live on his own far away from the forest and this family. Eventually, the twins took their younger brother and retreated to the darkening woods, presumably to terrorize passerby.

With me, the daughter, and the other irl friend-turned-adopted-brother working together, we eventually determined that the family, which used to be part of some country’s royalty way back when, was cursed to have its young sons transformed into monsters. This curse, which dated back hundreds of years, had been dormant for a while but had been reawakened by something that happened on the walk. We did more research and discovered that both the daughter and my irl friend (who, though adopted, was in fact also distantly descended from that same royal family) had the potential to gain this supernatural strength and monstrous/wolfish qualities, as the family’s biological sons had. But since they were not in direct hereditary positions to “inherit the throne,” as the curse dictated, they would retain their personalities and not start acting demonic and attacking people and going off to live in the forest.

The dream closed with the daughter preparing herself to undergo the transformation, so she would have the abilities necessary to track down our younger brothers, overpower them, and break their curse. She was also trying to convince my distantly-related friend to do the same and accompany her as backup, but he did not want to and seemed extremely afraid of the prospect.

Take a picture - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy Sequel) - Part 5 - Final

Title: Take a picture

Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader

Word count: 4,904

Warnings: None

Read Part 1 Here! l Read Deleted Scene Here! l Read Part 2 Here! l Read Part 3 Here! l Read Part 4 Here!lRead Part 5 here!

Sequel: Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here! l Read Part 4 here!

A/N: I know Misha is married but for the purpose of this he’s divorced because, yeah, no way he would cheat on his wife. Just to make it clear, Misha, West and Maison are used in this just like characters, just like I would use Dean, Sam or Castiel on others. So if anyone is bothered you ’re free to not read it. This is just a story after all.

Originally posted by likeathriller

~One month later~

“I really don’t want to leave this place.” you whispered, Misha smiling softly at your words as he wrapped his arms around you from behind

“Neither do I.” he mumbled, resting his chin on top of your head.

“This month passed by so quickly. I can hardly believe it.” you sighed, watching West play in the water while Maison was building sand castles.

“It was amazing.” he whispered, nuzzling his face in your hair and pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Hmh.” you hummed turning in his arms to look at him “You were amazing. All this time.” you whispered a grin spread on your lips.

“So were you.” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

You bit your lower lip feeling a blush spread on your cheeks “This honestly felt like a small heaven. I hate that we have to return home now.” you let a small sigh.

“Yeah. About that-” he started speaking but you rolled your eyes.

“Misha.” you dragged his name “We’ve talked about this.”

“No.” he spoke in a calm tone, not wanting to start a fight “No we haven’t. You keep- avoiding the subject (Y/n). And all I asked was a simple question: Will you come live with me?”

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Werewolf!Hoseok as a Father

And now it’s time for our lovable walking ball of fluff, our angel, our hope, Jung Hoseok aka J Hope aka hobi aka can I just mention hobi's face for a second bc I think I need to it’s so expressive like we all know the j-nope face he makes (which is fucking hilarious) plus when he smiles it lights up so quickly and his smile is very often followed by his laugh which makes it even better bc hobi’s laugh is magical but also his face is 10/10

  • Original werewolf!hobi here (part two here)
  • On the topic of pregnancy, all of the father related posts are here
  • I could see hobi waiting for marriage to have children but I could also see him having them beforehand
  • I’m leaning a bit more towards after marriage bc hobi seems like he’d like that whole idea of being your husband
  • He’d be more focused on you and your relationship than when you two have kids
  • Of course kids are a want for the future but he’s young and in love and wants to focus on that for rn
  • If kids do happen before marriage, he’d be just as happy too bc he knows with all of his lil heart you’re his other half and kids with you would be amazing, regardless of what titles there are
  • I can see hobi, especially werewolf!hobi, marrying after like 4 years
  • He’d be such a cute husband though
  • It wouldn’t be too different from what he’s like as a boyfriend but both versions are still really fucking cute ??
  • The only difference is he tries to get you to call him your husband as often as he can
  • “Hey hey hey what’s my name in your phone??”
  • “Hobi??”
  • “Damn it I just changed it to my husband why would you change it back I wanted you to say it”
  • I feel like the term pup really fits him bc he’s an actual puppy
  • Lil sleepy hobi waking you up every morning with a soft lil kiss
  • Sometimes it’s on your nose, sometimes it’s your forehead, sometimes it’s your shoulder
  • It all depends on how you two are cuddling and what he can reach without moving bc sleepy hobi is way too comfortable being all snuggled up to you to actually move
  • Hobi trying really hard to be quiet as he makes you breakfast but fails
  • Feels guilty about it for 2 seconds bc he knew how comfy you were and he wanted you to get as much sleep as you could
  • But quickly gets over it bc his love is awake !!!
  • He’s v v close with the boys
  • We all know how much he loves them and spoils them in attention
  • The pack is a very important part of his life and you’re just as involved
  • They all love having you come around bc you make hobi happy and happy!hobi is their favorite
  • Your couch and guest room are constantly occupied by the boys, whether it’s tae just dropping by for a night or yoon being too tired to drive all the way to his own house
  • You don’t mind though bc you grew up around the pack and hobi
  • Whenever you and hobi used to have sleepovers, you’d always see them casually come and go as they pleased
  • It soon became normal to have them come into the room you and hobi were playing around in and then leave after they’d gotten whatever they needed
  • Hobi and Tae would be roommates for a good chunk of your childhoods so to say tae felt right at home whenever he crashed on your couch is an understatement
  • Hobi definitely tears up a bit when you tell him about the bby
  • They’d be happy tears of course
  • But he honestly can’t help it bc like there’s a lil hobi or a lil you that’s gonna be waddling around the house in a year or two
  • There will be a mini Jung that’s the evidence of your love, a lil buddy for hobi to play with and spoil and cuddle whenever he wanted
  • Definitely, 100% hands down would love hugging the lil bby bump
  • He loves cuddling in general but he likes being as close to the bump as possible bc “hey kid how’s it going in there”
  • Every day he kisses it good morning and good night (along with you of course)
  • Super protective over it but also has no issues letting the pack members touch it
  • He makes sure you hold his hand whenever you go up or down stairs bc what if you stumble he can’t have that
  • “Hoseok it is two steps, I can handle this on my own thnx”
  • “But check it out, you also get to hold my hand so plz just take it”
  • Cries the first time he sees his lil bby during the ultrasound
  • It just hits him that all of those nights he spends dreaming about a lil bby Jung in his arms, the hours he spends reading and singing and talking to the bby bumps, are all real
  • It’s an actual bby in there holy shit man
  • Has about ten copies of the ultrasound pictures around the house
  • He’s got one on the fridge, one in the guest room turned nursery, one in your shared bedroom, one in his wallet they’re just everywhere
  • Gives out copies to literally every member of the pack
  • Yoongi secretly hangs his copy up in his studio head canON
  • He turns into a kid in a candy store when he starts shopping for the newest Jung
  • All the onesies, all the toys, all the lil tiny socks bc he can’t get over how tiny they are
  • “Hobi we genuinely do not need 50 pair of socks for a newborn”
  • “But this one haS A TIGER FACE ON IT”

anonymous asked:

Bertholdt's and Erwin's deaths were so poorly executed. I'm not even mad that they are dead-yes, I'm sad-but what's disgusting is how Isayama just threw them away. Especially Bertholdt. We had no clarification on his personality, proper closure on his relationship with Reiner and Annie; no background story! We were just basically told "Bertholdt's evil. He begs for help. He's dead now." How is that fair?! Just as his character develops he dies!

You are right, Isayama did some nonsense in this last chapter, this last months he saw us things about Erwin, he gave the character more panels and dialogue, then Bertholdt appeared and showed us how he wasn’t just someone who cries, how eager he was to end this he pushed all aside to just end it. 

The author showed us a nice development in those two and in the end he just threw it away, something that’s not expected because when someone get’s to make a character more round they don’t kill it right away, I find it useless. Why show us that? Why go through the effort of making us know how they can change to then just… nothing.

I liked Erwin a lot to be honest, not of my faves, but he had that little something that got my interest (and of course, the whole thing about his father). Seeing him die in that useless way was heartbreaking and for once I felt so bad for Levi (a character that I don’t particulary like that much), he was the one that had the serum, the choice, and anything he wanted was pushed asive for the sake of “keeping the three friends alive” (but maybe something important awaits, I don’t know, I only know that probably Erwin was of more use). I don’t know. But it felt so wrong.

Then Bertholdt had just two pages for him this chapter, the two of them dark, and without much importance, he was killed off like any other background character that just got their moment to die, and I found that abit insulting… after all this boy was the one that started the plot of the series, he isbeing manipulated since a kid and right after we get to know about him a little more he just dies in a cheap way, if he was going to die a expected something ten times more interesting and having him as protagonist, but the main character during all this arc was the SC and then just plainly Armin:

  • Bertholdt appears to save Reiner, shows us how his character changed. Talks to Armin. 
  • Bertholdt transforms and get’s back to the mission. Armin tries to figure something. Later Armin discovers a weakness.
  • Bertholdt is defeated. Armin made the plan, woke up Eren, it’s the bait and “dies” heroically. 
  • Bertholdt dies. One page of actually him doing anything, Armin is the main focus and what all the characters just care about, no one mentions Bertholdt, they use him like an object.

All that Bertholdt does in the last few chapter (or almost all) is just shadowed by the character that then simply eats him like some completely uninportant character. And now that I went through all the complete sadness and I arrived to the salt and angry fase I realize how much poor Bertholdt never had a chance to show his true self, how he died in two pages where he wasn’t even the focus and how so many people cheers for it and keeps being rude towards him…

I talked too much about Bert because… well, obviously I felt that character too deep, I liked him a lot, he even helped in some way with parts of myself, and right after I get proud for him for standing up and takin initiative– he dies. In an uninportan and poor way. In a grousome scene. In complete horror.

 "Bertholdt’s evil. He begs for help. He’s dead now.”

You are right, anon, that’s all Isayama showed us about him in 84 chapters, but just in the surface, the surface so many fans wanted to believe, but there are a lot of people in this forsaken fandom that wanted to read between lines and pay close attention to the situation Bertholdt was in the whole time.

“Bertholdt is used. He begs for help. No one listens. He’s dead now”

If only anyone gave him the chance to speak up in time.

When I Was Your Man || Wonwoo
  • Request: angst scenario w/ wonwoo please?you can do whatever u want with the story, thank you~!
  • Comments: I wanted a break from doing school work, so I wrote this. It’s super long and not proof read, and I’m feeling all sorts of emotions now, but I hope you guys like it. Thanks for being patient with the requests :))

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize… x

            It was a long day, like any other. It was a long day, and after it all, Wonwoo was just glad to come home to your smiles, and your kisses, and your hugs.

           Wonwoo was glad to come home to you.

           “I’d ask how your day was, but I can take a guess at what your answer might be.” You chuckled and walked out of the kitchen with a cold glass of water in your hand, approaching Wonwoo, who was sitting on the couch. You handed over the glass and he took it gingerly, gulping down the cold liquid.

           Wonwoo finished drinking all of the water within a couple seconds, and he set the glass down on the table before him. “I think I’m going upstairs for a shower and then heading off to bed,” he said and stood up. “Are you coming?”

           You shook your head and plopped down on the couch. From inside your pocket, you pulled out your cellphone and maneuvered your way into your music app. “I’m going to finish cleaning a little bit down here, and then I’ll go to bed,” you answered.

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Author’s Note: yo, this one was pretty fun to write. hope you like!

Request: “can I request a peter parker x reader where they are both avengers and they get on each other’s nerves and she always sort of teases how much he tries to impress Tony and one day they’re arguing and end up kissing?”

Originally posted by bubblyholland

“I swear to god, Peter, if you say that ONE MORE TIME–”

“It’s the truth! Spiderman is obviously better than Deadpool!” Peter said to you while you were trying to walk away from him.

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A Beautiful Day

Jimin x reader

Oneshot/Immortal jimin

Fluff/Angst (kinda)

A/N: This was in my mind for a while and I’m really glad I got it down on my computer. Enjoy my lovelies because this is for you


Jimin was one of the seven people in the world who were cursed with an incurable condition.


Jimin watched as the world changed before him, the once small buildings reaching the sky in a matter of months and people, becoming less interested in each other by the say. He had lived through the pain, seeing people he came to grow close to disappear and become just a memory. His attempts to get rid of the immortality only an attempt as it never left him with the satisfaction of death, but only cuts and bruises. He couldn’t and wouldn’t love, for it wasn’t worth the pain and suffering of seeing the women he use to love disappear and find peace on the other side. With that Jimin became bitter, distancing him from people and watching the world around him grow more corrupt, the soil in the ground becoming more dirt than grass.

That was, until he saw a single flower bloom through the rest.

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Tessa and Scott Hugging Pt. 4 (or ‘The Sochi Edition’)

The stuff these two crazy kids pulled at the Sochi Olympics was in a league of its own… hopefully, we will get more of this peculiar brand of affection less than two years from now (yikes, time moves fast!), but in the meantime I hope you enjoy going down memory lane.

In cased you missed them, my previous posts about Tessa and Scott’s hugs can be found here, here, and here, but I have at least one more hugging post to make after this one, there are just too many that deserve to be acknowledged… 

In no particular order:

This is the Sochi equivalent of the Vancouver post-FD, interview-booth hug. It has a special place in every Tessa and Scott fan’s heart, and you won’t be able to venture far in TS fandoms without finding hundreds - if not thousands - of different versions of this moment in GIF form. Tessa said that she loved Scott’s spontaneity at that very moment, and I think that every single person who was watching would say the same thing. I laughed so hard, and I just said: “That is the essence of Scott Moir.” Jonathan Safran Foer wrote: “I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.” I felt as though, after their perfect execution of the short dance (no, seriously, I don’t usually like using the word ‘perfect’, but it really was), they could scarcely believe it themselves, and because “the mouth can’t tell fast enough”, Scott just let his body tell the story, bridging the gap between him and Tessa as fast as he could, and what is perhaps the most epic hug in Olympic history ensued.

After the disappointing scores that Tessa and Scott received for their perfect short dance, most people knew that they would not win the Olympics, because what can you to earn the best marks if perfection is not enough? I think that Tessa and Scott were also aware of this, which is what makes this hug so incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. You’ll remember that, at the time, they didn’t know for sure whether they would ever compete again, so this might have been their last pre-competition hug. I love how they lingered, gently rocking from side to side, and I love that Tessa caught Scott by surprise, leaning even closer (notice how he opened his eyes when Tessa brought herself even closer, I don’t think he expected it), as if to say: “It’s us.” The warm smile he gave her was his non-verbal encouragement, he was telling her that everything would be alright, and I think that the notion that they would perform their free dance for each other was caught between their eyes at that very moment.

There is a reason I made three GIFs of the same hug, and that reason is that this hug always makes me feel weak in the knees. I remember exactly where I was, what I was thinking, and what was going on around me when this happened. You see, at the time the rumour was that they would retire for good, so I approached their free dance (one of my all-time favourite free dances… yes, I prefer ‘The Seasons’ to ‘Carmen’… what?) as a farewell of sorts, a farewell I was not ready for, not one bit. I love how they held on to each other for dear life, how their lips touched their shoulders, and I that scorching look they gave each other, it was as though their eyes and their smiles were saying: “What will our next adventure be? I can’t wait to find out with you by my side.” The essence of complicity, a superlative mix of passion and tenderness. There was no world around them, it was just them, two become one. At that very moment, I remember feeling a bit less selfish about their future, because it was clear to me that they were prepared to step off the ice, there was no regret or resentment, just pure, honest, uncompromising love.  

Rage, sadness, pride, amusement… it’s difficult to describe what I felt while watching this live, because I felt so many things at once. The one thing I will say is that I have never seen Tessa and Scott more “together” than they were at this moment (but I hope that the new season will bring even better examples of togetherness). In previous years they had gone through disappointment separately, as a few (luckily, only a few) Kiss & Cry experiences demonstrated, but here they were, processing bitter disappointment together, with the added bonus of both of them telling the ISU to bugger off in a playful (Scott) and polite (Tessa) manner. “I love you no matter what happens.” There.  

I love this moment so much… look at the smiles on their faces! Look at Scott propping Tessa up and lightly cupping her wrists! Look at Tessa resting her hand on Scott’s chest! At this moment, which I witnessed from the comfort of my parents’ living room rather than in the mayhem of my accommodation, I felt like they were completely in sync with one another, both mentally and emotionally. Their relaxed expressions spoke volumes. In spite of the disappointment they were still no doubt processing, their relationship looked rock solid. I remember thinking: “They are going to be OK… they are going to stay together…”. At the time I wasn’t thinking of competitive skating in particular, you see, but I had been worried about the possibility that they would eventually drift apart if they decided to retire after Sochi. All such worries disappeared once I witnessed this. 

This one belongs to Tessa. I don’t care what anyone says, I am 95% sure that she gave Scott a little kiss on his shoulder… or the crook of his neck, we both know how much they both love that anatomical part, after all… I think that she was relieved that she had gotten the twizzles right after the flub in the short dance team event (look at her eyes), and I think that she was saying thank you to Scott for being unfazed by it. Delicate and adorable.

More under the break… the GIFs aren’t any good, but the moments are worth it <3 

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Hysteria- Chapter 6

“Dan, I-” I began, looking down at my hands.

Abruptly, Dan stood up again, as though he hadn’t literally just taken a seat. Pacing, he began to rant, “I mean you let me go all this time thinking you had aborted the baby- or given him up for adoption. Do you know how many nights I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get it out of my head? Wondering what would have happened if you had kept it? Feeling guilty about how I reacted? Mourning the loss of my opportunity to be a father? To have a child with the one person I ever loved?”

I stood, anger flaring up in me, “You didn’t even want the baby, Dan. Don’t you remember what you said? ‘You aren’t keeping it are you? You can’t be!’ You made it abundantly clear that you didn’t want any part of him,” I said, my voice raising with every word.

“I was fucking terrified! I was 19 years old and struggling in university and had no idea what the hell I was doing with my life and all of the sudden my girlfriend is pregnant. I panicked! I didn’t know how to handle it- any of it. I admit, I didn’t react well, but never once did I say I didn’t want him. Never once did I say that if you kept the baby I didn’t want to be involved,” he raised his voice to match mine in his retort, and it was quickly becoming a shouting match.

“How the hell else was I supposed to take your response? I couldn’t afford to have you panic and bail on me at the last second. I took you out of the equation before you could take yourself out to make it easier on both of us- on all three of us,” I corrected quickly.

“You had no fucking right to make that decision for me.”

“I had every right. I’m his mother.”

“And I’m his father. He’s as much me as he is you,” He stepped closer, fuming. We were toe to toe, staring at each other angrily, the tension palpable. Finally, something snapped in me, in both of us, and our lips smashed together violently.

I can’t explain what came over me. Hormones, rage, lust, all of the above. The last time I had slept with anyone was before I found out I was pregnant. I’ve been too busy being a  mother to date, and I’m not one for one night stands. Dan was the first, and the last, and the only person I’d ever loved. I inhaled him, he still smelled the same, tasted the same, and somehow even after all these years I was so unbelievably attracted to him. It felt like I needed him like air. And yet my blood was boiling from our fight. Whether I was right, or he was, I still felt the anger coursing through my veins, mingling with desire and taking over me completely.

I tore at his shirt until he ripped it over his head. He fell back onto the couch and I climbed on top of him after taking off my own shirt. I ran my fingernails down his chest and his breath hitched, in pain or pleasure I didn’t know- nor did I care. He responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair in one hand and forcefully pushing my jeans off my hips with the other.

We separated just long enough for Dan to push his jeans and boxers to his knees and for my to get my pants and underwear completely off. Immediately I straddled him again, lowering myself onto him and wincing. It was painful, after so many years, but I savored it. It made me feel alive. It made me feel whole. Rolling my hips, I moaned as Dan began to roughly meet my thrusts, reaching up and pulling my head back by my hair to bite my neck. He bit down hard and I gasped in both pleasure and pain, digging my nails into his back.

“Holy shit,” Dan moaned against my shoulder and the words echoed through my mind. I had never had sex like this. When we were teenagers it was always gentle. Gentle, loving, and a little awkward. But now we were grown, with more stamina, more experience, and a hell of a lot more emotion. It wasn’t just two kids learning about their bodies and head over heels in love. It was two adults working out their issues violently and sexually, and using each other’s bodies to reach that goal. I threw my head back and screamed when I came, my body twitching and writhing as the wave of heat and pleasure washed over me.

Dan followed soon after and the energy drained out of me. Still on top of him, with him still inside me, I laid my head of his chest. I didn’t want to move, or think about anything that had just happened, or that we still hadn’t resolved the issue he was there for. The anger had been fucked out of me, and I just wanted to stay in that moment without having to think about the bigger issues. At least for awhile. Dan hesitated, then gently placed his arm over my bare back, and in that one gesture I knew that he was feeling the same way that I was.

anonymous asked:

2, 4 and 13 with frank? Please. For that OTP thing but with like the reader.

Aw yes, my murderous husband

Who said ‘I love you’ first;
– You did. Frank didn’t think that he could ever really truly love someone after his family died; after his wife died. He didn’t think he deserved any type of happiness whatsoever. He didn’t think that he could be loved by anyone. And then you strolled into his life and changed all of that, and suddenly, here he was, actually believing that maybe there was something good for him out there. Of course, he was always the hesitant one to say “I love you”, because by saying that, that was making it real. That meant that the happiness he got from being with you could be taken away by someone someday. You were fine with him not saying it back whenever you said it – you damn sure knew that he loved you, no matter what. It was only when you were held hostage by some lowlifes that he realized that he had to let you know it, at least verbally. After he managed to take those guys out, he pulled you into a toe-curling kiss and straight out told you those three little words.

Whose big spoon/little spoon;
– Frank’s usually the big spoon, and you’re usually the little spoon. Sometimes, though, after an exhausting mission, or maybe on a day where he’s remembering his previous wife or his kids and he’s so emotionally wrecked that he can’t even function that well, you’ll be the big spoon and he’ll be the little spoon for you to comfort.

How many kids they’ll have;
– Frank was more reluctant to have kids because that just meant that there were more people that he’d have to protect. He was also anxious that he’d mess up somewhere and lose them and you like he lost his first family. After you got pregnant the first time, though, all of those worries went out the window, only to be replaced by worries of “Y/N, will they like me?” “Obviously, Frank.” “No, but what if they don’t???” “Frank, seriously?” The two of you probably have somewhere between 2-4 kids.