what is this glee you speak of

“Tony Stark is a villain”.

Tony is the protagonist, the hero of his own movies. A villain is someone who is evil, who is immoral, who hurts people. And although I suppose Tony may have hurt people, it was never intentional, it was never calculated, it was never planned. 

(Although he seems arrogant and closed-off, it is simply a façade to push people away. You only have to look at his interactions with Pepper to see that underneath that, Tony is a complete different person, and a very self deprecating one too - for example, in IM3, when Killian tells Tony that he doesn’t deserve Pepper, he replies with, “I know”.)

Structurally speaking, Tony = hero. Obadiah, Vanko, Killian = villain. 

Tony’s heroism is only reinforced in The Avengers. Steve insults Tony by saying he’s not the guy to make the sacrifice play, only for the movie to later show us Tony doing that exact thing.

It is no coincidence that the story is structured in such a way that we first see the fight between Steve and Tony, and then Tony doing the exact opposite. It is there to reinforce that Steve’s initial opinion was wrong and that Tony would sacrifice himself. (Btw, this “chapter” of the movie is called The Sacrifice Play).

He also shuts down weapons manufacturing as soon as he finds out that they are in the wrong hands (IM1):

Evidence: “And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark International until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be.”

And then flies into Gulmira to save people from the Ten Rings despite having no training or any help. He also tries to track down the illicit shipments to destroy them, and this is the point at which Obadiah tries to kill him.

“He created Ultron.”

No, he did not. And actually, if there’s one thing AOU does well it is showing that Tony did not do that.

First of all, let’s discuss what Ultron was MEANT to be. It was intended to be a program which worked with an AI controlling the Iron Legion as a way of protecting the Earth. In the case that aliens invaded, the Iron Legion would analyse the threat and determine what to do:

Evidence: “This could be the key to creating Ultron. If we can harness this power, apply it to my Iron Legion protocol?”  (Tony Stark, in AOU).

Furthermore, the interface was nowhere near to existing:

Tony didn’t create Ultron, he was nowhere near close to an interface. Ultron created himself. Ultron was ALREADY an AI/alive. When Tony compares Jarvis to Ultron, it is Bruce himself who says it looks like a brain, like neurons. Hence the implication is that there is already some sort of intelligence in the sceptre, which there is - the Mind Stone. 

Evidence:

  • Ultron comes alive instantly, by himself. He is not activated by anything. And if Tony and Bruce were nowhere near an interface, then how did Ultron work? Because he created himself, out of a magical rock - the Mind Stone.
  • Ultron’s words: “This feels weird. This feels wrong”. If Ultron was a brand new consciousness, how could he know whether something is right or wrong? 
  • He then says: “ I’m sorry, I was asleep. Or I was a-dream.” This insinuates he was already alive, and simply dormant. Which he was, as he is from the Infinity Stone, which is “alive”.

And if Tony is to blame for making Ultron, so is Bruce who a) already knew about it, implying he and Tony had already thought about it together and b) helped Tony create it. Furthermore, it is Wanda who planted Tony’s fear in his head, knowing it would cause him to “self destruct” (in her own words). 

And even Ultron doesn’t consider himself to be Stark’s: “You’re one of his.
- What? I’m not…I’m not. You think I’m one of Stark’s puppets? His hollow men?” 

The text then backs up that it is Wanda’s vision that pushed Tony to create Ultron: “Maximoff girl, she’s working you, Stark. Playing on your fear.” - Fury to Tony, at Clint’s farm.

The text then literally tells us that Tony is not to blame for Ultron. Thor comes back from being shown a vision in the pool, and says:

  • Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone.”

And oh btw, if you hate Tony Stark? 

We had just finished our first quest, where none of us really were experienced DnD player, and I did some feeble attempts at solid DM'ing. The goal of the quest had been to find an antidote for a farmer’s son who had gone into a magical coma.

(ps: due to an inside joke, Winnie the Pooh is in the party like, just there. Christopher Robin is the farmers son who fell ill. The party coloured winnie the pooh neon pink. I don’t know why.)

DM: You reach the farm. You don’t have to roll shit to figure out these peeps are poor. They have a cow and a goat in a small pen that don’t look too hot. Oh, and there’s a donkey tied by the door to their shedlike home.

Elf Ranger: guys i think these peeps are super poor.

Half-Elf Cleric (only good aligned partymember): oh my god really????

DM: just as you say that, the door creaks open, and a thin, a bit aged man peeks out, and when he sees you, his eyes go wide and he steps fully outside, and he says “Are you the ones my daughter sent to- have you found it? Did you find the antidote for my son?”

Half-Elf Cleric: Hello we are here to speak to you about Jesus Christ- I mean, Njord. That’s my deity, right?

Elf Ranger: Yeah, the word of Njord.

Dward Fighter (whose alignment is sorta fuzzy): Yeah we got some antidote dude but uhh time cough up some gold pieces, aight

DM: So- these news fills him with both glee and fear. He sinks down on his feet-

Half-Elf Cleric: What was he on before

DM: -His knees. He sinks down on his knees, and he brings his hands together in your typical prayer like- he’s begging you. “Please, we have… nothing.”

Tiefling Warlock (Chaotic Neutral): sad trombone

DM: “Please, I- I have but one son, he and my daughter are- we won’t be able to do the amount of work- we need him!”

Tiefling Warlock: “Shall we move on, my fellows?”

DM: As you guys speak about this, Winnie the Pooh slides down from /Half-Elf Cleric/’s shoulders, where he’s been perched, and sort of waddles forward, past the begging father, and into the house, to join Christopher Robin.

Half-Elf Cleric: AWWWWWW

Dwarf Fighter: Ey he didn’t swipe the antidote from us, did he?

DM: No- no, you still got that.

Tiefling Warlock: I would’ve Eldritch Blasted his ass if he had.

Half-Elf Cleric: I think we should just give them the antidote.

DM: Like- just to clarify: the antidote is not like- a valuable thing. It’s just this one specific conconction for this particular- you won’t get more cash out of this anywhere else, nobody is gonna run up to you and go “oh, my father is in a magical coma and needs an antidote that-!” like. It’s literally worthless except for these people.

Tiefling Warlock: But we won't have to help someone pro bono.

Half-Elf Cleric: *annoyed sigh* I don’t give a damn about money.

Everyone except her: *horrified gasps*

Dwarf Fighter: … well, you guys do got a nice ass-

Everyone: WHAT

Dwarf Fighter: the donkey. You got a nice donkey.

DM: You… want the donkey.

Half-Elf Cleric: IS IT EEYORE

Everyone: YES we want the donkey.

DM: … The man looks at the donkey and then at you, and he goes “I- If it is a trade between the life of my son and my donkey, it’s- then it’s yours.” And- and Eeyore looks up at you all-

Everyone: YES IT’S EEYORE

DM: -and he goes “I figured I was going to get sold anyway…”

Half-Elf Cleric: AWWW

DM: and the farmer goes “AAA” cus he didn’t know he had a talking donkey

Dwarf Fighter: eyy hasn’t he seen Shrek talking donkeys means cash

DM: yeah well that doesn’t matter now cus he’s giving him to you guys

Dwarf Fighter: right you are

DM: and the man unties Eeyore and he sighs deeply and he goes “this surely won’t make things easier for us… but in exchange for my son… *sigh*”

Tiefling and Dwarf: oh stop moping around jesus hell

Half-Elf Cleric: EYY if I have a ‘set of commoners clothes’ can i give them to them cus they look poor right

DM: I guess

Half-Elf Cleric: EYYYYYYYYYYYY

DM: but then you’d be naked

Half-Elf Cleric: NÄÄÄIJ in that case fuck it you don’t get shit i’m sorry i tried

DM: -and you just start taking of your clothes to give them to the man, but you realise halfway through what you’re doing and you get dressed again

Tiefling: cover yourself, woman

DM: so- let me get this straight. You guys literally have a box on wheels that you pull along with you, and it is filled… with the golden heads of a pair of statues AND YOU WANNA TAKE THIS POOR FAMILYS DONKEY.

Tiefling: survival of the fittest, honey *grabs rope with Eeyore on the other end*

-they go inside and give Christopher Robin the antidote-

Christopher Robin: what the fuck

DM: And the family all rejoice at the awakening of their son, and they turn and thank you, and they’re in the middle of hugging you all when the farmer murmurs “They… they took the donkey.” and the whole family just. Goes quiet-

Dwarf Fighter: fucking tattletale?

DM: - and the mother sort of sinks down on her chair and she whisperes “How will we surviv-”

Tiefling: Oh for fucks- “look, woman, if you don’t shut up I’ll Eldritch Blast your ass-”

Half-Elf Cleric: “HEY WHAT”

DM: The woman gasps loudly and pales-

Dwarf Fighter: “Yo what’s the problem don’t you want a talking donkey”

Half-Elf Cleric: “I meant the whole threatening to KILL HER actually”

Tiefling: “I wasn’t threatening her, I was just stating a fact”

DM: That if she wouldn’t shut up you’d kill her?

Tiefling: It’s a very known fact.

DM: Winnie the Pooh is looking at Christopher Robin with such glee; it’s really indescribable how happy he’s looking, and he’s hopping around happily and he’s climbing up on the bed to give him a big old hug, and Christopher Robin, he goes- “What the- could you guys like take the bear away from me.”

Everyone: “WHAT”

Half-Elf Cleric: “Isn’t he like with you?”

Christopher Robin: “Wh- no? I just went into the woods and he just came up to me, and I found this ruin and he just followed me? And then I got stung by something and that’s all I remember? Could you like take him away he’s a bit creepy. And why is he pink?”

Half-Elf Cleric: “Well uhh he’s yours now. You don’t have a donkey anymore, so-”

DM: And this sorta comes as news to him cus when the father told the fam he had just woken up so he was a bit disoriented so now he goes “Wh-Why is-? What happened to our donkey?” And the father, he goes “Well, son, it was their demand to give you the antidote… and-”

Tiefling: “By the way… can we get this transaction on paper?”

DM: - and the boy turns to you incredulously, and he goes “But-! You can’t! We need that donkey, without it we’ll die!”

Dwarf: “You’re young and strong, boy, time to saddle up.”

Tiefling: “You got a bear now.”

DM: - And Christopher Robin starts to cry too, and he goes “You might’ve saved our lives, but you’ve killed our family-”

Dwarf: “Anywho, gots to go.”

DM: So, you go to leave the shedlike home, and the athmostphere is next to devastated-

Dwarf: “Okay, okay, I ain’t okay with this. We go here and save your life, and you guys are devastated? Really?”

Tiefling: “I agree entirely. Ungrateful runt.”

Cleric: “I-”

DM: “And Chrisopher Robin slams the door in your face.”

Cleric: “No, I was- I was gonna whisper to him “I didn’t want this, I wanted to let you have it for free-”

DM: -Okay, so you whisper that, and he just stares you down, and he shakes his head, and tears are falling down, and he just spits out “You’re just as bad as them for letting it happen anyway,” and he throws the door shut in front of your face after doing that.

Cleric: “GODDAMNIT”

DM: okay so like just to state- like, you guys are super welcome to just. give them something on your own accord, like, out of your own pocket, you picked up som gold in that temple, so if you want to-

Cleric: I WANNA GIVE THEM 100 GP

Tiefling: WHAT “NO, NO, DON’T” ok so I try to pursuade /cleric/ not to do it.

DM: You- you can’t roll to make another player do stuff they don’t wanna do.

Tiefling: Okay, uh “Hey, /cleric/. Don’t do it.” There, you’re pursuaded.

Cleric: … yeah, nah. I give them the gold.

DM: So- you hammer on the door and you shout “I GOT GOLD FOR YOU” or something like that, and Christopher Robin opens the door, and once he sees the gold you’re extending, he- he is so happy. He takes the gold and he goes to hug you, and the entire family comes out and does the same, they can buy like 3 donkeys now i dunno how GP works in dnd yet uhhh so-

Tiefling: Fuck this, I eldritch blast Christopher Robin.

Cleric: NO YOU DON’T i stand in the way.

DM: -Fine? Uh, roll an attack roll.

Tiefling: Twelve.

DM: You miss. You hit the ground.

Tiefling: … don’t I hit the house at least?

DM: NO YOU- WHY DO YOU WANT TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN

 Cleric: WHY WOULD YOU STILL ROLL WHEN I WAS STANING IN THE WAY- YOU TRIED TO KILL ME

Ranger: All of this for a donkey

DM: Nah, dude, you got the donkey. This is because /Cleric/ gave them 100 GP

Ranger: Oh okay

Dwarf: Yeah, but they’re super ungrateful. Bastards.

Cleric: Yeah but we can’t KILL THEM for that??

DM: so the family, they- after the attempted murder, they run back into the house. 

Dwarf: Did they take the gold?

DM: Yeah.

Dwarf: Rat bastards.

DM: Does /Tiefling/ want to keep his spree of ‘teaching people some manners’ going or?

Tiefling: Nahhh. But he does cast sleep on /Cleric/ cus he’s pissed.

Cleric: haHA i’m a half elf and I can’t be magically put to sleep!

Tiefling: Nvm then I’m tired.

DM: So- you guys walk away from the house, and just for a moment you hear the door opening and then quickly closing-

Ranger: No

DM: -and you turn, and- Winnie the Pooh has been tossed out of the house.

Dwarf: THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT when Njord taketh a donkey he giveth thee an illuminescent bear, and they just TOSS HIM OUT

DM: - and Winne the Pooh sits on the ground very- very sadly. Had he had tear ducts, he would cry a single tear. He is on the ground-

Ranger: Still pink?

DM: Still pink.

Cleric: :’(

Ranger: ugh FINE let’s take him with us.

DM: You go and pick him up, and he is so happy. So, so happy.

Dwarf: what are we, collecting Winnie the Pooh characters?

DM: He’s on /clerics/ shoulder again-

Tiefling: Can’t we put him on Eeyores back?

Dwarf: Can’t we put EEYORE on WINNIE THE POOH’s back?

DM: You put Eeyore on Winnie the Pooh back, and you now have a donkey on top of a bear on the ground. They are not moving.

Cleric: Oh dear.

DM: And Eeyore sighs and goes “I knew I’d be too heavy”

Everyone: “AWWWWWW”

anonymous asked:

Inquisition pre-romance romances hearing Cole talk about how the inquisitor feels about them?

Cassandra: She’s blushing. Cole is rattling off all of these sweet things, and she keeps trying to get herself to utter the words to ask him to stop, but she can’t. She has to hear him. She doesn’t say anything as he finishes, not until he starts talking about her feelings, at which point she stops him, face completely red. Maybe I should consider spending more time with him, if he really feels that way… No. I need to go speak with him about his flirting…

Iron Bull: He listens patiently, then thanks Cole as soon as he’s done. “Thanks for the info, Kid. I’ve got business to attend to.” He then heads right up to the Inquisitor’s room with no hesitation.

Blackwall: It both hurts him to hear this and makes his heart flutter. He stumbles as he asks Cole to stop, stuttering, as he tries to sit to make sense of this information. Eventually, he decides the best course of action is to speak to her directly about it. Part of him hopes it goes like the Inquisitor wants it.

Sera: On instinct, she starts to tell Cole to shut it, but stops abruptly as he starts talking about the Inquisitor’s feelings, sweet feelings and thoughts, about her. “Wh- what? Are you messing with me, Creepy?” she snaps, to which Cole denies. She shoos him away and hurries to find the Inquisitor, heart racing with glee, more so than any prank she’s pulled.

Dorian: He says nothing as Cole speaks, though slowly, he draws the book he’s holding over his face as the blush intensifies and burns his cheeks. He’s not sure if he wants to scold the boy or thank him profusely. He settles for awkwardly stuttering for a moment and then excusing himself. Someone… actually feels that way about me? “Kaffas.” he curses, and decides to meet him directly in the Inquisitor’s quarters.

Solas: His heart clenches with fear and excitement as Cole speaks. “You love her, too,” the spirit remarks, “why is it so scary to you? Do you want me to tell her your heart, too?” He quickly declines and dismisses himself to ponder his next actions.

Josephine: She stops short as Cole starts talking, and turns to stare at him with wide eyes. “Really?” she asks, and he confirms it. “I… I… I see. Thank you, Cole. I will… handle this…” Her heart races the next time they speak with her, and when they invite her to speak with them privately, she knows where this is going, and quietly thanks Cole.

Cullen: He says nothing at all, trying to act composed, but his cheeks betray him. He stutters a bit when Cole stops talking and thanks him, then says nothing more. When the Inquisitor comes to ask to talk to him alone, his heart jumps, with glee and fear. He can’t deny his own feelings.

I wish I was an ostrich ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine (Smut) ✘

✘ A/N: I’M BACK! Finally post something again o/ 

I explained what happened in my last post, in case you missed it, a little summary: problem with the loader, school took my time, finally posting the old requests and starting to write the new ones, hopefully, wednesday (so, no promises to write and pos a new request before Wednesday). But you can still request!

Oh, and I’m kind in love with Savitar. (and nope, I don’t want Iris to die t.t).

I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this one to be that long!

Well. MY FIRST SMUT, YAY! Hope you like it c:

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta!

✘ Request: Could I have a Sebastian imagine please where you are a member of new directions and are competing at Nationals and fuck before the main show getting caught by your group? Thanks x

 Warning aka disclaimer: S M U T and shame xD

Originally posted by grantsass

 “I can’t believe you said I was as attuned as a dying goat.” You giggled as you entered the dark room, knowing that Sebastian was already there, he always arrived before you on any date. Mainly a sex date. “You used to do better with your insults, Sebastian.”

“Says the girl who called me horse’s teeth. You were so original, (Y/N). What happened to stealing Santana’s insults?” Sebastian said wryly and you rolled your eyes, little taunts like these were normal in your secret relationship, and they were actually fun. But now all you wanted was not to talk. You raised your arm to try to find the switch and turn on the light, you didn’t know what that was since Sebastian was the one to send a message saying that he had found the perfect place for both of you to wish each other good luck, which obviously meant the perfect place for him to fuck you, and sent you the way. 

He could have added an ‘after you turn right in the last hallway, you will see a green door where everything will be dark and I will not let you turn on the light, making you sexually frustrated’ because Sebastian held your hand before you could do anything to illuminate the place.

“Seb!” You protested, but any complaint you had in mind was soon replaced by your body bristling and your breath being gasped as you felt his body pushing yours against the wall: strong enough for a mute thud, weak enough for no pain to arrive. “Sebastian…” Your tone had completely changed from frustration to bargaining.

Sebastian laughed against your neck, and his breath, which you knew had a taste of coffee and mint, as always, against your skin made you sigh.

“When you get up on that stage, everyone will look at you and no one will know that you are mine, and they will want you.” Sebastian’s hands traveled to your waist, squeezing it, making sure you were there with him, listening to every syllable he said. “But you’ll know you are mine, and I’ll make sure to make that clear.” He smiled with obvious malice and a kind of anticipated lust. Sebastian put one of his hands on your thigh and up, the fact that you were in a dress just made it easier for him to work. You could already feel wet, as by the words of your ‘enemy’ as the tingling that his fingers provided, and the torture that was how slowly they were going. He pulled your panties away with one of his fingers “You’re so wet, babe,” Sebastian murmured as as he placed two fingers inside you at once, and you bit your lip to choke out a moan as he placed another finger, moving them inside you.

“Sebastian…” You moaned softly, knowing that Warbler knew exactly what that meant.

“What, darling?” He said, faking an innocent tone as he began stroking your clit with his thumb, still moving his 3 fingers inside your pussy. You let out an almost “ah” and pressed your body forward, feeling his erection against your body and making his fingers go even deeper, making it turn to his time to moan instead. You took off his tie and threw it to the floor, putting your hands around his neck.

“Seb, please. I need you now.” You lowered one hand to his arousal, caressing it over his pants.Sebastian growled and used every willpower inside him to pull away from you, taking off his clothes as fast as was humanly while you did the same. In the exact second that you let your last piece of clothing fall to the floor, he picked you up and put it on what looked like a table.

“Oops!” You laughed at the sound of something falling, but your attention soon changed focus as your boyfriend began to suck your neck. ‘’You’ll end up leaving a mark.’’ You warned, not really complaining.

“That’s the goal,” Sebastian said as he parted his mouth from her neck and you took his cock in your hand, stroking it. “Fuck ,” Sebastian snarled and walked away from you to put the condom he had left in the pocket of his blazer, the Warbler couldn’t stand another minute without fucking you.

“SEBASTIAN!” You screamed in pleasure when felt him inside you without any warning. Sebastian started fucking you, moving his hips quickly as you did the same, making him go deeper, just like you did with his finger. You leaned in for a rough, clumsy kiss, the two showing how much they needed that, each other’s, your bodies together.

While his hands tightened your hips, your hands scratched at his shoulders, your lips were connected just like the rest of your bodies, you realized something: you were completely at the mercy of that boy. 

“(Y/N)… ” Sebastian gave a weak moan against your lips and you knew what that meant, and you were close too. Before any of you could catch up the liberation, the light was turned on. You closed your eyes, no time for a reaction, but Sebastian bent down and grabbed his blazer, covering his ass, taking his cock off you and using his own body to cover you. A voice screaming the word traitor made you wake up from your trance, widening your eyes at the sight of the New Directions staring at you two.

Being an ostrich to stick your head into a hole didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“Um… Hi?” You said, feeling your face burn. You were NAKED in front of your Glee group!

‘’Hi? Seriously, (Y / N)? “ Mercedes was the first to speak.

"You could give your beloved virgin vagina to anyone, but you had to choose our gay enemy?” Santana said angry, almost screaming. You were afraid Snixx would come at any moment, if it was not the one who had just spoken.

“I don’t think he’s gay, Santana.” Rachel said, and then you noticed that she had her back to your and Sebastian’s… situation.

“Can you guys please get dressed?” Kurt basically begged.

“Well, if the idiots get out of here, we can finish what we were doing and get dressed.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at that vision, even though, in the position they were in, he could only see some of the members with his head turned.

“I’m not leaving here until you two explain what’s going on!’’ Santana exclaimed, she was 100% sure that wasn’t going to let you and your need for sex take her and New Directions trophy.

’'Santana, I know you would give anything to be in my place now, but this is my girlfriend. ” Sebastian mocked.

“Girlfriend?” Tina asked confused, hadn’t Sebastian hit on Blaine before almost blinded him? Wasn’t he gay?

“(Y/N) has a penis? ” Brittany asked, trying to understand what was going on.

“No, all she has is the ability to betray her own friends right under their noses.” Santana said, her irony and coldness taking form into her words.

“Guys, we’re dating, but can’t we talk about this later?” You asked, you just wanted that situation to end.

“That would be hilarious… if it was not disgusting.” That was Sam.

“Right, people. We should leave them alone.” Blaine tried, but it was obvious that Santana was not going to let a situation like this go easily.

“You’re what, a spy? Did you give our songs to him? Besides giving something else.”

“She’s not a spy, Satan.” Sebastian defended you and you sighed, knowing you would have to reveal your relationship to your friends who did not so discreetly hate your boyfriend.

Actually, your relationship was more than exposed. So…

“I think you blinded her, Sebastian.” Santana smiled wryly at the double meaning of the phrase.

“What are you… Wow!” Mr. Schuester widened his eyes as he met his students in such a situation. He turned his back, just like Rachel. “E… Everyone back to rehearsal room, let’s (Y/N) and Sebastian get ready.”

“But M…’’

’'Now, Santana!” Will ordered, and she rolled her eyes, walking into the dressing room with her teacher and the rest of the Glee Club.

You put your forehead against Sebastian’s shoulder and sighed, still embarrassed and knowing what you would have to face in less than five minutes.

“I’m fucked.’’ You said and Sebastian smirked, never losing his humor.

’'Literally.”

First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?


“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

@citrusmaps

Ooooooo, mama! I love me some dragons! Imma stick with the traditional Japanese ones, because those are canonical to the universe. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

(Please excuse the silly names the Shimada dragons were given. I don’t know any Japanese (RIP).)

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HANZO:
“The air is shifting.”

Hanzo opened his eyes slowly, his meditation could wait.

“What do you mean, Sui Riu.” He spoke calmly as the beast met his eyes.

“The winds have changed. Listen.” It circled him slowly, moving as if constantly suspended in water.

“Yes, I hear it too.” The darker of the two dragons agreed. The man shifted in his seat, straining his ears to hear whatever change they were referring to.

“Hmm. What do you propose we do, Aoi?” Asked Sui Riu, beginning to unravel itself from Hanzo and around its companion.

Hanzo crosses his arms, still concentrating on the breeze, and lets then have their conversation separately. Something did seem slightly off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it, and after a minute longer of observation, he deduces that the change must be spiritual; something he was much less in-tune with than his dragons.

“Master,” Aoi began, “we think it best to go now.” Hanzo pauses, realizing that he had not been listening to them at all. Any decision they had made had completely flown over his head.

He pauses awkwardly, thinking of how to respond properly. “Yes. That is fine.” He stands, dusting off his knees a bit. “Lead the way.”

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It was so nice to finally get some sun!

You stretch, before curling around yourself and resting your head on your tail. Overwatch truly was a blessing: taking someone like you in with a promise to keep you safe, happy and healthy.

You smile and lull your head side to side. “No more crowed forests for me!” Your eyes close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax for once.

That is until distant mumbling made it’s way to your ears.

There was a man, followed by……two other dragons!!? You’re eyes grow wide as you study them. Geez, they’re absolutely beautiful (and kinda tiny in comparison to you). You’re eyes wonder back to the man, who was speaking.

“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“I apologize.” He bows politely. “My name is Shimada Hanzo.”

You nod your head in response. You pause, contemplating your next move. Deciding it’s best to level with this guy, you allow yourself to swiftly change back into a human.

You reach out a hand, introducing yourself, but he takes a moment to comprehend what had happened. His face pales a fraction and he refuses to meet your eyes; making you wonder if there was a problem with your appearance.

You glance down at your chest, making sure that you remembered to actually cloth yourself this time (and to your relief you had). His cough brings your attention back to him.

“Oh, uh.” You rub your hands together. “May I ask who you two are as well?” You start, praying that that didn’t come out too awkward.

“I am Aoi,” one begins, weaving itself out from behind Hanzo, “and this is Sui Riu.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile, and watch as they approach, inspecting you.

“I was not aware you could see them.” Hanzo started, voice even. “Most cannot.”

“I assume by that you mean most humans.” You shove your hand into your pocket and use the other to gesture yourself. “As of right now I’m only physically human.”

He nods, feeling as though he might of offended you in some way.

“Well, you seem to be a very appealing human.” Sui Riu said, circling your form.

“And dragon as well.” Aoi added, joining Sui Riu.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You blush.

“Perhaps you would like to join us later to converse?” The former asked. To which you eagerly agreed, letting them set a time and place to meet.


GENJI:
He didn’t really think of himself as the best welcoming committee. However, it just so happened that the newbie asked to be greeted by him specifically. Nothing about your name rang any bells, and he couldn’t possibly think of many people who would want to be guided by him.

The first thing he heard when the ship had opened it’s doors was a loud gasp. His eyes followed the sound to a slowly approaching figure, eyes wide and mouth covered.

“It-it’s true!” You exclaim, glancing at him, then to his side, then back to him. “The man who is guided by dragon!”

You reach to his side, and he sees a green head meet your hand.

“So you can see Tatsu as well?” He watches you gently stroke it, placing his hand on it’s back to pet it as well.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d really get to see another one!” You grin at him, then pull your eyes back to Tatsu (who was loving all the attention).

“Ah, so you have seen another.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Letting out an awkward chuckle, you raise your hand off of it and cross your arms. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?”

“I suppose not.” His dragon begins to slowly drift back to him, not wanting the petting to stop. Genji makes a motion like he’s beginning to speak, but you swiftly cut him off.

“Umm, so, Tatsu. Can you speak too?” You unfold your arms and wave them frantically, “No! Wait! That was super rude! I’m sorry!”

“No, it is fine.” Genji chuckles gently. He runs his hand down it’s back. “They are mute.” He motions at you. “The other one could speak?”

“Uh, well, yes.” You clear your throat. “You see….. I’m…… the other one.” You shift your weight, gazing at your feet.

“I see!” Genji inspects you, with what could only be described as subdued glee. “May I ask how?”

“Well, yeah.” You pause and steady your nerves. “I can sorta turn in to one. Sometimes. I’m not very good at it yet.”

He clasps his hands together, not hiding his excitement well. “Can I see?”

You nod, tell him to stand back, and shut your eyes tightly. The tingling in your arms growing strong before your muscles begin to shift. Letting your eyes open, you see that your arms were the only things you could will to change, and you scrunch your face in frustration.

“Incredible!” Genji cheers from intront of you. He steps closer and hovers his hands over your arms. “May I?”

“Uhh, sure.” He gently takes them, turning and poking them to ease his curiosity. The other dragon watches over the both of you, contently; then decides that the two of you needed to be circled.

“Haha! Looks like Tatsu likes you!” He boasts, removing his hands from you, and onto the serpent-like creature.

You chuckle and look down at your arms. “I gotta say, meeting you two has made me feel so much better.” You look up into his visor. “I should probably change them back now.”

He hums in agreement, picks up Tatsu by its midsection, and allows you some space.

You focus your energy into your arms, letting the shifting sensation sweep over you. Once it settled you peer down and notice a problem with your hands. Claws.

“Wait. I, hmmm, give me a second.”

“Yo, Genji! I was wonderin’ if…..” A voice echoed in from behind him. It sounded familiar, for some reason.

Oh, god. That was that famous D.J. wasn’t it?

He coughs, awkwardly. “I was wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a sec?”

“Yes, I will be with you soon.” He bows to you in apology. “I will be back as quickly as I can.”

He jogs off, leaving you, claws and all, equally relieved and embarrassed.


REAPER:
He was never a fan of going down to the prisoner holding; or as Sombra liked to call it, “the Dungeon.” But, alas, there was a certain someone with needed information, who also happened to be a prisoner.

When all was said and done, it was easy to make them talk, and he was out of their room at in no time at all. An outcome that pleased him slightly.

His feet echo heavily as he makes his way down the long hallway out, letting him relish in the quiet.

“Hello?” He stops. Was someone talking to him? “Hey, uh, any chance I could get some water?”

“Not my job. Wait till diner.”

“C'mon, please? It’s been hours.”

“Again, not my job.” He begins to move again, but is stopped by the sound of intense scraping. He thought all prisoners were suppose to be stripped of all of their belongings; how did this one manage to sneak in something sharp? “You have a knife? They’re gonna have a field day with you when they find out, grunt.”

“I-I don’t have a knife!”

“Sure sounds like you do.” He states, voice taunting. The scraping continues, urgently, than becomes more muffled, and he decides if he should see for himself if they had something they shouldn’t, or to just leave.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he unlocks the door leading to your cell. The room is dim, as most are, but overwhelmingly dry. The shadows shift against the wall, and he knows better than to think that it was just his imagination.

“Come out.” He nearly demands, watching you nervously scuttle forth, almost twice his size. “What the hell?”

“Hey! It gets hard to control when I’m really hungry or thirsty….” You trail off, feeling small compared to the intimidating man before you.

He crosses his arms and stares at you a moment longer. “I’m guessing by that you mean, changing?”

“Mmhmm. But, I thought you guy knew that already.” You turn your head away from him bitterly. “I would’ve thought you knew everything about me by now.”

“Well, apparently, Talon isn’t to found of the idea of spreading the fact that they have a dragon in their dungeon.”

Your eyes sweep back to him. “You mean you didn’t know? You look kinda important.”

“Honestly, won’t have cared enough to remember if I was told.”

“That’s a bit rude.”

“I’m a member of a terrorist organization. We don’t tend to considerate.”

“Touché.” You curl yourself on to your bed and sigh. “If you’re not gonna get me some water, you can leave. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do.”

“I do. But they aren’t nearly as interesting.” He leans against the wall. “I’m curious, how exactly were they able to catch a dragon.”

“Why would you care?” You put dryly, no longer facing him.

“Humor me.”

You shift in your bed, trying to find the right words. “They didn’t FIND a dragon.” You exhale loudly through your nose in discontent. “They made one.”

You both sit in silence as he takes in your words. He pushes himself off the wall and leaves, not saying a another word.

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“Wow, even your wallet is edgy.” Sombra snorts, eyeballing the black leather wallet, with a metal skull emblem and chain.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He growls and she raises her hands in mock defense.

“Why are you buying that many water bottles anyway?”

“That’s none of your business, Sombra.” He pulls the last of the five he bought into his arms, and turns to leave.

“Aww, I was hoping to watch you chug those all at once!”

“Too bad.”

Addewid (XIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,065

Genre: Fey!AU + Series

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

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BBS Fandom Gothic
  • You distinctly remember watching a video long before time began to pass, but when you go back to look for it, it is gone. You ask others, and they do not remember the video. Perhaps it never existed. 
  • “What do you call a magic owl?” you ask the crowd of silhouettes that surround you. “Hoodini,” they say. “Hoodini” is all they say. “Hoodini” repeats around you in a chorus of chants that echoes against nonexistent walls. You try to run, but the crowd runs with you. There is no escape. 
  • You remember the owl being human once, and the pig and the eagle. You feel as though all of the animals were human once, but it was so long ago that you don’t quite remember. The panda has always been human, but you don’t question this. Nobody ever does. 
  • You meet a man with no face, and he tells you his name is Ryan. You have never met a Ryan, nor a man with no face, but his presence is comforting and familiar. He offers you his hand and promises to take you home. You did not tell him where you live, but you trust him wholeheartedly for reasons you cannot explain. 
  • The monkey laughs with childlike glee, and you are sure he is only a child. He has been a child for many many years. Time does not affect him.
  • You feel boiling anger at a dog you have never met. He looks up at you cutely and sweetly, but you must not fall for his tricks. You must not believe his lies. If he speaks to you, you must silence him with a firm shout of his name. You already know what it is and do not need to ask. Tell him no. Only tell him no.
  • The owl has two names. Bat Owl? Night Owl? You are not sure which is right, but he answers to both. You ask the raccoon his name, but he doesn’t seem to remember. 
  • Delirious is a real, tangible person. You know this. You have seen many artists’ renditions of him that are all slightly different but all recognisable. You know he is real, but you cannot picture him. All you can see is static in a vaguely humanoid shape. It buzzes and crackles like a radio that has been disconnected, and you can hear a distinct cackle among the cacophony of sounds. It is laughing at you, and you do not know why. The static grows and eats and consumes all that exists around it until the static is all that you see. You scream into the void and the void screams back. 
  • The owl tells you that everything will be alright. The world is burning around you, but somehow, everything will be alright. 

anonymous asked:

Hey! could you do a bughead thing where nobody knows their dating, but Betty's mom is being really horrible to her and Jughead defends her and everyone finds out their together? Thanks!

The gang was all hanging out at Archie’s watching a movie. Betty and Jughead sat close together, their hands intertwined underneath the blanket thrown over their laps. None of their friends knew they were dating and at the moment they wanted to keep it that way. It was their own private honeymoon, away from all of the drama that seemed to surround their friends. For the moment, Betty and Jughead were happy living in their own private world.

Veronica, Kevin, and Archie were all too involved in the movie to notice the small glances and smiles shared between the two.

What the did notice, was the sound of raised voices coming from downstairs. Archie paused the movie and they all went to investigate. They found Alice Cooper standing in the front doorway, yelling at Fred Andrews.

“Mom?” Betty asked, stepping forward.

“Betty, let’s go.”

“Mom, what is going on?”

“I’ve told you how I feel about you hanging out with these…people. Now let’s go Elizabeth.” Alice took Betty’s arm and started pulling her out the door, but Betty yanked free and stood her ground.
“No, mom these are my friends, and you are just going to have to accept that I am going to be hanging out with them, because I’m not going to stop” Betty said and Jughead felt a swell of pride watching his girlfriend stand up to her mom.

“Elizabeth” Alice stepped close to her daughter, her voice quiet and deadly calm. “We talked about this, you are too easily swayed by the people around you. You don’t have the strength of character to be around these people. You are too weak to be able to stand up to their bad influence.”

“Now wait a minute…” Fred Andrews started to defend his son and his friends, but Jughead interrupted him. He didn’t care if Alice insulted him, but he couldn’t stand the way she was talking about Betty.

“Mrs. Cooper, I think you have your daughter all wrong. She is the strongest person that I know. She makes us all better, not the other way around.” Jughead stepped forward so he was next to Betty. He felt the surprise looks of everyone in the room, he knew that standing up to Alice was not usually his thing. He usually avoided Betty’s confrontational mother at all costs, but Jughead’s protective side was taking over, keeping him from staying quiet.
“How dare you talk to me like I don’t know my daughter. I know my daughter better than anyone, better than she knows herself. Certainly better than you Jughead.” Alice said, her calm voice slipping slightly. Jughead saw her eyes widen in slight alarm as she looked between Betty and Jughead.

“No” Betty spoke up, stepping closer to Jughead and slipping her hand in his. “Actually mom, I think it’s Jughead who knows me better than anyone.” Jughead heard Veronica gasp behind them watched as Alice looked at their hands like she had never seen anyone hold hands before.

“Elizabeth…” Alice tried to recover her composure.

“Mom, I think you need to leave. You are embarrassing me and yourself.” Betty seemed to gain new confidence holding Jughead’s hand and her mom seemed to pick up on that. Alice could tell that she was not going to with this battle. So with one last seething look at Jughead, she turned on her heel and stormed out the door. Fred Andrews shut the door behind her, looking like he was trying really hard not to laugh. He gave Jughead a knowing wink and then headed upstairs.

Jughead, suddenly realizing that he was holding Betty’s hand in front of all of their friends made a move to let go, but Betty held on firmly. She gave him a smile as they turned to look at Veronica, Kevin, and Archie.

Veronica was looking at them in slight shock. Kevin was looking at them in glee. And Archie was looking at them in confusion.

“Oh my god, finally” Kevin was the first to speak up. “I was afraid you two were never going to get together.”
“Wait, what?” Archie was still looking between Jughead and Betty in confusion.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Jughead Jones stood up to Alice Cooper and held hands with her daughter while doing it.” Veronica shook her head in amazement. “That was some crazy stuff guys. Alice looked like she was going to blow a gasket.”

“Did you see her face when Betty took Jug’s hand. Priceless.” Kevin said in excitement.

“Wait, everyone slow down for a second. Did you…are you two…?” Archie struggled to find the words.

“Dating?” Jughead offered and Archie nodded his head.

“Yes, for a little while now. We were going to tell you guys eventually. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little while” Betty said, squeezing Jughead’s hand.

“Wow, well I can’t say I saw this coming. But I’m happy for you guys.” Archie said, clapping Jughead on the shoulder.

“Thanks Arch” Jughead gave him a smile.

“Alright, let’s go finish the movie. But Betty, you are for sure spilling all of the juicy details soon. I can’t believe you kept this from me!” Veronica pulled Betty out of Jughead’s grasp and up the stairs. Betty threw an amused look over her shoulder at him. With a shake of his head, Jughead followed them.

This time, they did not need to use a blanket to hide their intertwined hands. This time, Jughead and Betty snuggled up on the couch openly. When Betty wrapped her arms around him and lay her head on his chest, Jughead was incredibly glad that their friends knew and they no longer had to hide.

❝My mind forgets to remind me that you’re a bad idea.❞ // Sebastian Smythe

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Originally posted by mrseclipse555

She watches in horror as the slushie comes into contact with Blaine’s face with her mouth wide open. Blaine falls to the ground, clutching his face and letting out screams like there was no tomorrow. The heads from New Directions turned to (y/n) in horror.

She smacked Puck’s shoulder in horror, chasing after the Warblers that were already fleeing the scene. “Get him to the hospital.” She heard screams behind her. They were either about her being a traitor or about being right about Sebastian all along.

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Chapter Six: Tuesday’s Child
Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve had this chapter written and ready to post for a while … and then I realized I could post it on Mother’s Day! What’s Mother’s Day without a good birth scene? I’ve watched WAY too many seasons of Call the Midwife for the stereotypical hysterical-screaming/ jump-cut editing crap, so this turned out kind of long.

I could be persuaded to write Jamie’s perspective as well, if there’s an interest. ;)

Monday, November 22nd, 1543; Beauly, Scotland.
Claire.

Mid-day.

Jamie entered the room with our lunch and a cheery greeting. I arched my aching back as I reached my arms over my head and stretched in the large, feather bed. I mumbled something in reply, not fully awake yet from my third nap of the day.

At least, I thought it was the third. I wasn’t entirely sure if I fully woke up from the second. I certainly hadn’t left the bed between naps two and three.

The muscles of my abdomen cramped and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I had been having false contractions for a while now, but something had been off all day today.

This growing feeling of discomfort urged me to speak.

“Are you within the castle this afternoon?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

Jamie’s back was to me as he placed the tray on the table and began to set up our meal. “Nae, back to the stables wi’ me as soon as we’re done eatin’. Shall I bring ye anything special from the kitchens for dinner?”

Damn.

If the Laird had needed him within the castle, I could easily send for him if these mixed signals turned into anything of substance, but he was entirely too far out of reach in the stables.

I wasn’t sure how to ask him to stay without triggering some sort of childbirth panic alarm in my husband. Jamie had been hypersensitive to me this last week, ready to spring into action as soon as I gave the signal. If this wasn’t the beginning of my labor, I’d have a hovering husband and, quite possibly, an entire castle waiting for something to happen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” I sighed, while trying to think of a way to phrase ‘I think I’m in labor’ without actually saying ‘I’m in labor.’

“No’ hungry?” He turned, giving me a concerned look. “Ye should eat somethin’, mo nighean donn, or the bairn will complain, aye?”

The cramp strengthened, edging its way towards my lower back.

My voice shook as the feeling of discomfort within me inched closer and closer to pain. “I don’t think he’ll complain, he seems to be packing his bags at the moment.”

Jamie’s eyes grew large as understanding took hold. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water.

When he did find his voice, it was a good octave or two above normal. “Sh-should I fetch the midwife?”

“No!” I all but shouted. The last thing I needed right now was that decrepit old woman watching my every move.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled my legs up as far as they would go and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I heard him cross the room and kneel down on the floor beside me. His hand trembled as he tucked a curl behind my ear. Cracking my eyelids open just a little, I could see the panic in Jamie’s eyes. His chest heaved as he tried to remain calm.

“I think I’m having contractions, but I’m not really sure.” I whispered and brought my hand to his.

He leaned close, his nose brushing against mine, asking “Wha’ can I do, Claire?”

“Will you hold me?” All I wanted was to lay here and shut out the world, to feel his arms around me and take strength from his presence.

He crawled around me, easing himself into bed. I could feel every ounce of tension leave me as his body curled around mine. His arms, now steady and sure, gathered me close and I melted into him.

Dusk.

“You’re pacing, Jamie.”

“Hmm?” He turned to me, mind somewhere else. “Oh, aye. I suppose tha’ I am.”

I hid a smile. My contractions were more than fifteen minutes apart and the pain was still manageable, but Jamie was coming apart at the seams.

His eyes refocused on the present and he grinned sheepishly at me. “Am I botherin’ ye, mo nighean donn? Should I pace in the other room?”

“If you so much as touch that door handle, James Fraser…” I threatened, not entirely sure what I would do.

The smile broadened as he held up his hands surrender. “I willna.”

A spasm began and I realized we hadn’t really talked about his part in these proceedings.

“Promise?” I begged.

“I promise I willna leave until ye tell me to.” He vowed as he bent forward to kiss me. “An’ even then, the midwife will have to tear me away from yer side.”

The idea of giving birth without him in the room had never crossed my mind. Even in my time, husbands rarely attended the births of their children and I expected it was even more rare in the sixteenth century.

“You won’t really leave, will you?” I asked, dodging his caress. ”I need you to stay with me.”

He looked entirely skeptical, “Ye willna want me here when–”

“I’m can’t do this alone, Jamie, not again. I can’t – I won’t – do this without you.” Cutting him off, I grabbed hold of him, desperate to make him understand. “Please don’t ask me to.”

“If that is what ye wish, mo chridhe, nothing on this earth will move me.” He assured me, his face held a hint of doubt that I would really still want him at my side a few hours from now.

I let him kiss me then, his touch full of support.

We would do this as we did everything: together.

Around midnight.

“What are we at now?” I asked as a contraction gained momentum, trying to breath normally. They were in a definite pattern, each one a little closer to and stronger than the last.

Jamie checked the small pocket watch that miraculously had been in his sporran when we went thru the stones. “Tha’ was ten minutes between,” he answered as I gripped the back of a chair.

Swaying my hips slowly side to side, I tried to find relief from the pain. Jamie came up behind me and started to massage the spasming muscles of my lower back.

“Mmm,” I encouraged him. “Right there.”

The baby shifted suddenly and I desperately reached behind me for my husbands hands. I half pulled him in front of me, half turned turned towards him and buried my face in his chest.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Fucking Christ, this bloody hurts.” I groaned.

Jamie’s head lowered to mine, gently kissing the top of my head. “I’m sending for the midwife after this one is done, mo nighean donn.”

I nodded but didn’t speak.

We began to sway again, Jamie half singing, half speaking a sort of lullaby to me in Gaelic.

“Jamie?” I interrupted. “I love you, but you are a terrible singer.”

About 4:00 am

“Damn,” I muttered as a stream of amniotic fluid ran down my legs. “Here we go.”

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My Savior (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Pairing: SSA!Daveed Diggs x SSA!Reader

Requested?: Day Four of my write-a-thon! 

Prompt: You get kidnapped by the unsub. 

Words: 2800+

Warnings: Based off of Criminal Minds, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder and Sexual Assult/Abuse, Angst, Fluff

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This unsub was not who you were expecting.

You were a Supervisory Special Agent for the FBI. You were part of Chris Jackson’s team in New York City, being a transfer from Aaron Hotchner’s team in Quantico. You were in your early thirties and have been in the Behavioral Analysis Unit since you were twenty. You had a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Bachelor’s in sociology. Add ten years of self-defense training and knowledge on firearms and explosives, and you got yourself an agent fit for the BAU. You started off in Quantico, where you went through the FBI Academy and graduated the top of your class alongside Spencer Reid, one of your good friends from Hotchner’s team. It was actually Reid who convinced you to move back to your hometown and join Chris’ team.

There were big differences between the Quantico team and the New York team.

Firstly, the New York team was bigger than the Quantico team.

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Coincidence - BONUS - (Jimin x Reader)

Originally posted by kimthehyung

Admin: Mimi

Description: Life goes on, and you move with it after reconciling with Jimin.

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 2586

Authors Note: The ‘final’ part to my series Coincidence! The last part was a bit open-ended, so I wanted to make a bonus chapter for everyone as a thank you for the feedback I got on that story! This can be read as a stand-alone fic, you don’t have to read the other parts before this one. I hope you enjoy, and happy reading!

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I did this because @margarethelstone told me to, and because I needed to conquer the creative block I’ve been having.

She gave me the prompt: “he gave a quick glance at the young woman’s haircut” which I only very loosely followed because I am GRUMPY and BELLIGERENT. Just kidding, major thanks for helping me get a little creative flow tonight!


Hiccup was in a mood.

He’d been pacing around his hut, periodically kicking the wooden edge of his bed, before he dropped down onto it in a huff, his arms folded and his shoulders hunched.

An hour before, he’d found himself on the wrong end of an axe, and in the time since, he’d been trying, indignantly, to convince himself that it wasn’t his fault. He’d only been trying to keep her safe. It was perfectly reasonable request to ask her not to fling herself straight into danger, like a herd of lemmings leaping off a cliff.

Of course, he’d forgotten that asking Astrid to do anything, was like tying two terrible terror’s tails together - dangerous, and a REALLY bad idea.

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Ship:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
For:  @ragwitch
Prompt:  #10.  Sweaters


Darcy was well on her way to the elevator when something made her stop dead in her tracks.  

Well, two somethings.  

Two somethings that just so happened to be two super soldiers in the chunkiest sweaters ever.  

“Oh my gosh, you’re wearing them!”  she squealed, clapping in pure, unadulterated glee.  "You’re wearing a thing I made you!“  

Bucky smirked and took a sip of his coffee.  ”‘Course we are, doll.  Can’t speak for Steve, but mine’s really soft and warm.  And it’s cold as hell outside, dunno if you noticed.“  He tried and failed to hold back a grin.

"Yeah…uh…”  Steve coughed once. “If you find yourself… chilled later on… you’re welcome to come by and… warm up.”  

“Is that a fact?” she asked, smiling in what she hoped was a coy and coquettish manner.  

“That’s a fact,” Steve replied.  

And then Bucky straight up winked. “'Warm up’ means sex.  In case you didn’t know.”

She had known.  But the look on Steve’s face was priceless, so she’d forgive Bucky his little indiscretion.  

“Yeah, I know,” she said, turning to walk towards the elevator. “Feeling colder already.  Might need to take a half day.”    

Hey, Barkeep

Summary: Sam is a bartender and turns someone’s bad day around. (This kind of fits into the 5x03 era)

warnings: Sam x Reader fluff and flirting

word count: ~1850


Originally posted by berezneva12

Sam whistled to himself as he wiped down the counter quickly, picking up a few empty glasses and tip money as he went.  While he wasn’t totally happy with his situation, it was for the best.  He needed to get away, and he needed to make some money.

Bartending did the trick.

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Doublespeak

SUMMARY: Broken promises. Chaotic thoughts. Torn hearts. All it takes is a new perspective to find that most words spoken are far from what they truly mean.

UNIVERSE: Nonspecific

PAIRINGS: MC x Drake, MC x Jake McKenzie, MC x Maxwell Beaumont

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For Round Sixteen of #ChoicesCreates hosted by @texanhusker, and kept alive by @hollyashton. The prompt this week was: ‘Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you.’

The pairings listed are the ones I had in mind while writing this, but the poem is nonspecific and can be read from the perspective of any LI hiding the real meaning behind their words. Written while listening to the Glee cover of Gwen Stefani’s Don’t Speak. (Rating: T)

Love is merely for fools.
So don’t ever think that
I’m still fighting for you.
Close your eyes and know
That you’re a bother to my chaotic mind.
So please stop believing
That what we have will last.
Trust me when I tell you
That my heart does not belong to you.
People speak, but don’t listen when they say
Our love will endure, even in the darkest of days,
Like some fairytale that tells us
Our story will never die.
I don’t love you.
Don’t ask me to say
My heart belongs to you.

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Unexpected

request: So you know how Tom posted a pic on insta with all that stubble? It gave me MAJOR feels. So can I request an imagine where the reader is really good friends with Tom and she comments on his stubble and how she doesn’t like it. And then annoyed, Tom like starts bugging her about it, and he like kisses her? Idk if that makes any sense  Btw I love your blog

a/n: i hope this is what you meant, and thank u so much for the request & kind words :)

( TOM HOLLAND X READER )

Your eyes are glued to the screen of your phone as you scroll through instagram, your toes curling against the fabric of the couch, the hotel room deadly quiet.

You’d flown out to visit Tom for a couple weeks while he films Chaos Walking, but you hadn’t expected him to be gone so much. He’d rolled his eyes when you’d said so saying that of course he was busy, and it was a bad time to fly out. (Even so, he made time for you anyway, as you two were very close and had been for years.)

A few minutes more pass before you can hear the door click as it opens. Tom’s voice carries through to where you lay. He calls your name a few times before you grunt out an answer.

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let me love you

word count:2020
Ryder Lynn x reader
Glee

song imagine but not with the annoying lyrics…

I walk the halls with Marley and Jake, heading for glee club. They’re holding hands and every now and then his thumb rubs over her knuckles to assure her he’s still holding hers. I sigh as I see how in love they are. I’ve never dated anyone which also means I haven’t even kissed a boy. Marley notices my mood drop and as my best friend she knows exactly what’s wrong, as always.

“you’ll meet the right boy in time, maybe sooner thank you think…” she winks and giggles walking into glee club, Jake trails behind her after giving me a smirk. I follow them with my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I sit down and prepare myself for today’s assignment. Finn comes in not long after and heads for the whiteboard, he writes something then turns to us. He moves out of our way so we can see what he has written- in blood red ink is spelt ‘LOVE’. I shrink in my chair knowing all the couples are going to go to town with their ballads and I’ll sit and watch, alone, because I’m single. I lose interest for a few seconds as everyone mutters about their ideas of songs to sing, I pick at my nails tuning everyone out until I hear Ryder trying to get everyone’s attention. When he finally has he stands in front of us. I sit up straight again.

“uh, I’ve liked someone for a while now and I thought If I can’t say it I can sing it. I asked Finn for this weeks assignment.” he says nervously, pulling out a chair and sitting backwards on it. It’s almost directly in front of me and my heart jumps at the possibility. He starts singing and I instantly recognise it as Ne-Yo’s let me love you, one of my favourite songs of his. Throughout the song he stares at me, I blush and I even start to well up but don’t let the tears pass. When he’s finished he’s breathing starts to get heavy as he takes my hand in his. 

“y/n will you go out with me?” he asks nervously. I nod and smile. The glee club cheer and we get dismissed by Finn. As everyone’s filing out I take the time to speak to Ryder as he slowly packs his bag. 

“how long have you liked me?” I ask curiously. He blushes. 
“uh” he laughs nervously. “since I met you” he blushes even more. I blush too. “so that date?…” he trails off while staring at the floor. 
“tonight? or is that too eager?” I mumble fumbling with the strap on my bag. He smiles proudly.
“very eager” he smirks. “but tonight is great, Breadstix at 7?” he suggests. I nod and lean up to peck his cheek then leave. Outside Marley is standing with a grin on her face. She links her arm with mine and her smile widens. 

“I told you so” I give her a deadpanned look and she laughs. “now come on we have to get you ready for your first date” she squeals. I shush her. “what?” she asks. 
“I don’t want anyone to hear that I haven’t been on a date yet, especially Ryder” I mutter. 
“wait do you like Ryder too?” she yells. I shush her again and see Ryder and Jake standing off to the side, Jake grinning and Ryder blushing. We make eye contact and he smiles at me while mouthing ‘see you tonight’ I nod back and turn to leave with Marley in tow. 

We get to my house and start getting ready. She helps me with my hair, makeup and outfit choice. Everything has to be perfect. The doorbell rings at exactly 7 and I go to open it. I had decided to wear flats so I don’t accidentally fall over in my heels and make a fool of myself, I had put on a dress that is dressy up or casual. My hair is curled and I have a light smokey eye, but decided to not wear any lipstick. When I open the door I see the most amazing sight. Ryder stands there nervously playing with the button on his suit jacket. He holds a single rose and it takes me a moment to catch my breath before I finally mumble out a ‘hi’. His head snaps up to mine and he stops in his tracks looking me up and down. I shuffle nervously under his gaze. 

“what?” I say self consciously. 
“nothing, you’re just beautiful” he smiles. I smile back at him while grabbing my jacket and coat then stepping out onto my porch. He takes my hand leading me to his car. We drive to Breadstix making small talk. A song I love comes on the radio and I immediately reach for the dial to turn it up, apparently Ryder likes this song too and was also going to turn it up. I pull my hand away and blush, he laughs and turns the song up. I can’t help myself and  start to sing. He looks at me with a smile. We both end up belting the tune out together, Ryder all the while trying to drive safely. 

We make it to Breadstix and we exit the car. Ryder runs around to my side of the car and takes my hand. We walk into the restaurant and get seated. Throughout the dinner we eat- obviously and talk about everything. I feel that when we leave I know everything about him. He pays for the check much to my protest to split it and walks me back to his car. We get in and I turn to him. 

“can you not take me home just yet?” I whisper to him. He smiles and nods.
“where would you like to go?” He says. I think for a moment. 
“Let’s go the beach” I say. He thinks about it for a moment first then nods enthusiastically. We drive to the beach and I leave my shoes in the car when we step out. 
“you coming?” I say to him eager to feel the sand beneath my feet. 
“I’ll be there in a second” he smiles. I nod and go to find a good spot. I find one and stare out onto the sea, the moon peeking behind it. A strong arm wraps around my waist and I look up to find Ryder grinning holding a few blankets. He sets one down on the sand to lie on and we do, with the other he places over us. We sit for a while and continue to talk until I start to get tired and lay down. He lays beside me, our bodies facing and our noses nearly touching. 

“I’m really glad you asked me out, I never thought it would happen” I say with a breath of a giggle. He grins widely. 
“does that mean you have a crush on me too?” he raises his eyebrows. I whack his arm. 
“of course I do, I mean your amazing and uh-” I’m cut off by Ryder’s warm lips despite the coldness from the wind. It starts off slow but then it get’s really passionate. I pull apart biting my lip and blushing. 

“That was amazing” I whisper. He nods back while biting his lip. 
“that was the best kiss I ever had” He laughs. I look away from his eyes embarrassed. 
“that was my only kiss” I mumble but he hears it because he reaches for my hand. 
“really? I’m sorry, I didn’t know I just assumed your so beautiful I thought for sure you’d have had a boyfriend before” I cut him off this time with my own lips. He grins into the kiss and caresses my hip pulling our bodies flush against each other. I gasp at his sudden confidence and he pulls away with a smirk. Somehow we end up falling asleep. 

The next morning we wake up to the blinding sun. I’m spread across Ryder’s chest and his lips are pressed against my forehead while he grips my waist tightly but not so tight as to hurt me. I put my hand over his and trace his knuckles. He smiles tiredly and reaches for his phone. He looks at the clock and sits up quickly pulling me with him. He rushes to stand up and grabs my hand to pull me up to. 

“we have 15 minutes to get to school” he panics. I nod and we rush to his car. 
“wait we don’t have clothes, I can’t go to school like this!” I rush out. He thinks for a moment and jumps out of the car running to open the boot. He comes back with a bag. 

“I was supposed to stay at Jake’s the other night but he had to help Marley with something. It has a pair of sweatpants in there and a t shirt. I think there’s a jacket in the too.” he says handing me it and pointing to the back seat. I look at him sceptically then dive into the back considering the time. “I won’t look” he smirks. I nod sarcastically and flip him the bird. He drives off to school. 
“what about you, you can’t go to school in a suit…”I mutter pulling his jacket over myself. I admire myself in it for a second before looking up to him, he’s looking in the mirror at me in an indescribable way. I smile slightly. 
“There’s a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in there too, I’ll change quickly when we get to school. I nod then realise he’s driving. 
“okay” I say climbing back into the front seat. I check my makeup in the mirror and I’m thrilled to see it hasn’t smudged at all then I pull on my converse. When I’m done he grabs my hand. 

“this isn’t the exact circumstance but would you be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously, I squeeze his hand. 
“obviously” I grin and peck his cheek. He smiles and pulls into the parking lot, I step out leaving him in the car to change. I get a few weird looks as people walk past but I just smile at them awkwardly. A few seconds later Ryder steps out dressed in normal clothes. He instantly stops and looks me up and down. 

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“what?” I mutter. 
“You look so cute in my clothes” he whispers pulling my face up to his, he pecks my lips then we walk into school, straight to glee club. We walk in holding hands and the chatter of the room stops. We ignore them and sit in the back. The chatter starts again slowly until Kitty speaks up. 

“Are we all just going to ignore that y/n has arm candy?” She yells over everyone. Everything goes silent and  I slouch down in my seat. Ryder smiles really big. 

“were dating” he announces. 
“no shit sherlock” Jake laughs. I blush as Ryder grips onto my hand. 
“is nobody going to mention the fact that shes dressed head to toe in his clothes too?” Tina blurts out. I blush even harder and before we have time to reply Finn interrupts. 
“come on guys, we have regionals to prepare for, leave them alone” he says and gives me a wink afterwards, I smile gratefully. 

After glee club I leave the room as quickly as possible, I make it to my locker when I’m cornered by Marley, Unique, Kitty and Tina. They look at me expectantly and I groan. 
“We went to breadstix then we went to the beach afterwards, we accidentally fell asleep and we didn’t have time to go home so he had some clothes in his car, the shoes are mine but the shirt, sweatpants and jacket are his” I flush crimson as they ‘aww’ and hit my arm.  I see Ryder walk past with Jake, Blaine and Sam. He winks at me and I look away smiling. The girls see this and freak out even more. I sigh but continue smiling. 

“come on, let’s go to class” I say giggling.

Dark Bloom (For a moment, I was lost part 1)

MASTERLIST

Based on one of my favourite albums “For a moment, I was lost” by Amber Run.

This part is inspired by the song Dark Bloom.

Your best friend Caroline is none other than @mrshopkirk!

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader, Howard Stark x OC!Julia

Summary: A devastating loss brings you closer to the man you are destined to be with, but a family dalliance keeps you two apart.

Word count: 2.464

Warnings: Angst. Other than that, you’re safe.

A/N: I wanted to do something different and as it turns out, Dominic Cooper is one hell of an attractive Howard. Please excuse any historical errors and even the timeline that may or may not be entirely accurate. And yes, Julia is in fact my granny’s middle name. I really hope you enjoy this little fic series! Let me know of you want on or off the tag list.

A/N: There will be of course more Julia x Howard moments in the future!

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