when a man looks a t a woman like that

When you realize when Kurt got to Tibet and asked for Jane it probably went something like:

He finally gets to that mountain top. Hot. Sweating, not knowing if this lead was right or not. He doesn’t speak the language but he knows that wouldn’t be a problem for Jane. When he sees one of the Buddhists, he starts trying to describe who he’s looking for: A woman, a tattooed woman.

Jane’s there to be protected, and here’s an outside man looking for her. His questions would be met with silence, not because they don’t understand, but because they’re keeping Jane safe. But finally, in a moment of sheer desperation, Kurt manages to get out:

“She’s my wife.”

seriously i get so bitter when people gush about same-gender friendships (especially when they’re popular ships) and how beautiful and important they are and then ship any two people of different genders who so much as look at each other like,,,, you aren’t being subversive At All you know whats more important and subversive than male friendships and female friendships? a man and woman sharing a deep relationship that doesn’t need to be romantic to be meaningful and is in fact more meaningful as something platonic or familial 

Angsty OTP Prompts:
  • "Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn't have married me."
  • "If I would've known he was going to die, you think I would've done it?"
  • "It's nothing against you...I just have to leave."
  • "I know you love me, but I'm sick of lying when I say it back."
  • "That's the problem. I love you so much, I'd be willing to die for you."
  • "I'm sorry I made you into who you are today."
  • "People change, and people grow. And I think we just grew apart."
  • "When I look at you, I see my world and that scares the sh*t out of me."
  • "I don't think I can spend another night in the same bed as the man/woman who ruined my life"
  • "I always told her to quit second guessing herself...and she never listened"
  • "I'd rather die than live in a world like this."
  • "Tell me what they did to you, please."
  • "Sorry just isn't going to work this time."
  • "Her parents always hated me, I guess they were right."
  • "The one you love most isn't always the one you spend your life with...and that sucks."
  • "I'll go home, but it's not home unless you're there..."

anonymous asked:

In 6x18, Snow said she had been planning Emma's wedding since the first curse was broken. Back then Emma was in love with Neal and then Walsh so isnt it obvious that Snow doesnt care who Emma ended up marrying just as long it was to a man?

Yes, and it actually started with Graham. Emma doesn’t show any particular interest in Graham. She’s nice to him, but beyond them being a good-looking man and a woman interacting, there was very little added there. Meanwhile Emma looks at Regina like this…

…and this.

Graham then assumes Emma has feelings for him because she has a very emotional reaction when she catches him sleeping with Regina. He kisses her to try and tell her that he likes her better than Regina and she is just completely confused and stunned by his kiss. She doesn’t realize he is responding to her obvious jealousy because it wasn’t about him. It was about Regina, because for her attraction to Regina we did actually get clues beyond them just sharing screentime.

Next Mary Margaret gets flowers from Whale. Emma angrily throws them thinking Graham is overstepping - and Mary Margaret convinces her it’s completely obvious to everyone she’s in love with Graham. She uses Emma’s anger about this guy not respecting her boundaries as proof she’s actually in love. The idea of Mary Margaret being Emma’s real mother had already been planted in Emma’s mind. Emma hadn’t worked through her abandonment issues, so she was already vulnerable to Mary Margaret’s opinions of her. 

Mary Margaret introduced the idea of Emma having walls up. Walls that keep out love. That wasn’t Emma talking, that was Mary Margaret interpreting the situation. Wrongly. If Emma was mostly oblivious to her own feelings, she was also susceptible to Mary Margaret’s explanation for them. She would have noticed not being able to form emotional bonds with men, not being able to fall in love with them like she was supposed to. So an explanation - preferably not a gay one - would have been welcome. It’s only after that conversation with Mary Margaret she suddenly gives Graham a chance.

After establishing this, they didn’t need to give us any extra explanations for Emma’s relationships with men. Ever since this happened it’s been about being normal and being the person she thinks her mother wants her to be. That’s how repression works in the real world, that’s how lesbians end up married to men. It’s common enough for me to know at least two women in that situation and I didn’t meet them in queer spaces either. I met them at work. On two different continents in two different jobs. A few years later they came out. Both don’t identify as bisexual, but as lesbians.

Even if the show hadn’t given us any clue that Emma might be a lesbian in denial, plenty of shows have characters previously thought to be straight come out, because this is realistic. This happens in the real world. You think you’re straight until you realize you’re not and before that… you act straight or try to act straight. This is a show that went as far as establishing how it actually works beforehand, a show that gave us a hint before building up the closet. So of course, it’s meaningful, otherwise they wouldn’t have done it. It’s an integral part of Emma’s journey, that’s why she’s now about to be married and we are still getting so much focus on the involvement of Snow, because they told us from the beginning that this was about her relationship with her mother.

On top of that they coded Mary Margaret/Snow as a religious mother. She wears a cross. She volunteered for the nuns. She lives in a community that blames her more than David when he cheats on his wife. Women’s sexuality is more restricted. She talks about forgiveness, redemption, and grace. Emma grew up in our world. Of course she would delve deep in the closet in response to that, not willing to risk anything now that she thinks she’s found her real family. She has been obsessed with finding her birth parents, and there would only be one set of those. She wouldn’t want to risk alienating them before getting to know them, but in the process… she lost herself.

“People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You just got to punch back and say, ‘no, this is who I am.’ You want people to look at you differently? Make them.”


The story has been consistent. She just needs to remember who she is and follow her own advice.

anonymous asked:

"S/he said no? I’m so sorry…" :)

“He said no?” Bucky couldn’t help the slightly incredulous tone that crept into his voice at the news, though he regretted it instantly when he saw the way Steve’s face twisted. “I’m so sorry, man, that’s-” He stared at Sam helplessly over Steve’s shoulder. “That sucks.”

“Eloquent as always,” Natasha said dryly.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her. “Did he gave you a reason?”

Steve shook his head and slumped back against the couch cushions. “No. He just said it wasn’t a good time for us. That he had a lot going on and he didn’t- he didn’t have time for that right now.” Steve’s voice hitched a little and he looked so miserable that Bucky’s immediate response was to go out and beat someone or thing senseless in retribution.

Unfortunately, even if he didn’t mostly like Stark, Bucky knew offering to beat the love of Steve’s life into a bloody pulp was probably the wrong move. He opened his mouth and it came out anyway. “Want me to go beat some sense into him for you?”

“Bucky, no.” Steve looked even more upset, if that was even possible. “No, I don’t want you to say anything. This isn’t anyone’s fault. If he’s not ready, he’s not ready. I just-” He looked away, big shoulders heaving in a heavy sigh. “I thought we were there.”

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“Well, your qualifications look adequate,” the man says slowly. He’s middle-aged, his hair is as grey as his suit, and his mouth sits in an unimpressed line that hasn’t twitched once. The woman with dark eyes next to him hasn’t smiled once, either, and the younger man by his other side hasn’t even looked up at her. He just lazily drags his pencil over his paper.

“But,” the man goes on, dragging the words as if he’s reading them from an instruction manual that constantly deals with defective products, “we’re looking for someone with a unique character. I’m talking inner strength. Would you say that you possess that quality? Would you say that you’ve got enough bite for us?”

She takes a moment to let them wait. Makes sure that her grin appears in a motion of careful, practiced confidence. 

She reaches into her bag.

“I think I do.”

She opens her fingers for them.

She shows them the small, fuzzy, brown kiwi.

She listens gleefully when the middle-aged man chokes on nothing during her first bite.

The woman holds up longer, but even her nails are clawing at the table when a the fruit shrinks with every bite, and fuzzy skin disappears together with green fruit right into her mouth.

“What the hell,” says the young man once she’s finished her kiwi, and when she pulls out another one, he gets up to grab her hand. “You’re hired.”

Jason and Kate are sitting at a cafe on a date when a hot blonde woman walks by them. They both stare at her and Kate says “Man I’m so gay”. Jason looks at her weird and she reassures him “Don’t worry, I’m still gay for you too” and he looked confused for a second before realizing what she said. She laughed and said “Trained by Batman himself huh?” before giving him a kiss.

Reaction #7: His reaction to you (his S/O) walking down the aisle

A/N: These are his thoughts

SeokJin (Genie):

“Wow, I can’t believe this is my future wife/husband!, she/he’s so stunning!”

Yoongi (Yeon Ki Min):

“C’mon Yoongi don’t cry don’t look nervous- oh God i’m nervous.., but God she/he’s so beautiful I can’t help it” *manly tears up*

Hoseok (J-Dope):

“This is it, this is when you make this beautiful woman/man your wife/husband forever, you did good Hoseok”

Namjoon (Monie):

“Ah babe. Wow, she/he’s unbelievably stunning, I can’t wait to call you my Mrs/Mr for life”

Jimin (Christian Chim Chim):

“My Jagi looks so gorgeous/handsome, I feel like i’m dreaming. I can’t wait to make you mine forever”

Taehyung (Jack):

“AHH!! I’m so excited to get to call her/him mine forever! I feel like the luckiest man in the world!

Jungkook (Justin Seagull):

“I get to spend the rest of my life with HER/HIM? I can’t believe it.”


A/N: Hope you enjoy, I caught some feelings while writing this. Btw I do NOT own any of these gifs, credit to those who do!

it means a lot to me to see characters portrayed as being confident in their womanhood, without adhering to strict gender roles. i’m a nonbinary lesbian and i like to think i’m p butch. so just. seeing characters being large and muscular and fat means a lot.

it just sucks when those characters are completely mishandled or demonized. or when people take one look at a leaked image and call the character a man because maybe they don’t “”“"look”“”“ like a woman. or what some people think a woman should be.

The problem with cisgender people playing transgender roles is that it encourages dialogue like “he looks really good as a woman” or “he’s pulling off that dress well” (all quotes I just heard) which, while they might be intended as compliments, continue to perpetuate the idea that a transwoman is nothing more than a man playing dress up. Viewers don’t see a woman but a man pretending to be a woman, and while shows like Transparent may have done some good things for the trans community in raising awareness and starting dialogue, when the rhetoric revolves around “ Jeffrey Tambor is a great actor dressing up like a woman like that” or “Eddie Redmayne, he makes a pretty woman” or whoever is playing a transwoman now or next and getting credit for being “brave enough” to dare dress up as a gender that is “not their own” we’re still removing agency from transwomen as women: not playing a role, not playing dress up, but being their authentic selves as women

And the same can be said for cisgender women playing trans-men, continuing the idea that they’re “just tomboys” and suddenly the narrative gets dismissed as a Shakespeare-esque “woman dresses up as a man to engage with male society”. While stories of women defying the patriarchy are great and needed, it that is not this story, and transmen should not continuously have their narratives erased and turned into the story of “a girl being one of the boys” or the story of a woman proving she can do anything men can do because this means removing transmen from the story as men. Too often, transmen’s identity is erased entirely because it is a cisgender female playing the role and viewer reaction goes straight to women’s beauty standards, interpreting the story as a woman’s right to wear pants or cut their hair short or play boy’s sports (all of which are great and true but not this story!)

C: For years, I’ve seemed to be the only one in denial about my looks despite the fact that I get the ‘I wanna fuck u’ stare from women and hit on by gay dudes. Even straight guys have called me beautiful, smh. I used to dress down to look unattractive and draw in less women so much that Ive driven myself into a boring, soft-spoken, grown-ass man. I read these confessions all the time about people who are insecure about their looks, but I seem to have those looks and can’t stop acting shy or terrified when I approach women. You’d think that I would be the arrogant type, but I often walk past a beautiful woman telling myself how much of a pussy I am for not saying anything or speaking up for much of anything for that matter. I;m now 30 and I feel like I will never change. I sometimes wish I was an unattractive extrovert. They seem to get all the girls. I just wish I was like an iconic strong black male… #Weareneversatified falseinsecurities #feelingweak #wastingaway

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Request: Hello ! Could you do a one shot where all the boys (Sam Dean Cas and Crowley) get back to the bunker and they hear Pour some sugar on me super loud and find the reader in just a tee shirt and panties dancing around super sexually and they all just have their jaws on the floor and Crowley is really proud of his girlfriend but shuts the other boys for their looks ?

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Flirting

Word Count: 583

Tagging: @jack-of-all-arts @fruitiplierq

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“I say we deserve a drink,” Dean murmured, voice expressing how tired he was after the hunt.

“Do you have anything decent?” Crowley asked, walking alongside Cas and Sam as the four of them headed for the Bunker.

“You’ll drink what we have and not complain,” Dean grumbled as he unlocked the door. Once he opened the door, he noticed a distinct pounding throughout the Bunker. It sounded like loud music ….

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin’ like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

“What in the world?” Sam muttered, shooting Dean a confused look as they entered, heading for the staircase that led down into the war room.

When the four of them decided to go on a hunt without you, you decided to make the most out of your alone time. You were on top of the table, which looked like a map, but you couldn’t care less what the hell you were doing. You blasted Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard, a black band t-shirt swishing high on your thighs, showing off your black panties that hugged your hips and ass just right. You felt hot as hell, coaxing you to sway your hips, one hand in your hair, the other sliding down your side, curving over your hips, touching your thighs. You didn’t notice they had entered, so you kept dancing, eyes closing, softly biting your lip.

Once the four of them hit the staircase, they nearly fell down it, too entranced by the sight of you to really pay attention as they eased their way down step by step.

“That’s my girl,” Crowley purred, a look of pure hunger on his face as he watched you sway and roll, showing off those curves he loved to grip and touch.

“Holy shit,” Dean muttered, unable to keep from checking you out, his brother nodding his agreement.

Castiel merely looked down, feeling something stir at the sight of you.

Crowley turned his head to see the three other men obviously affected by the sight of you, his proud expression turning possessive. “Hey, you three! Don’t make me carve out your eyes,” he growled loud enough for you to hear, making you freeze mid-sway. He made his way over to you, taking in your blush as you looked around for an escape route. “Come here, sexy,” he purred, extending a hand out.

You took his hand and let him pull you close, feeling his arm dip behind your legs so that he could carry you bridal style. You draped your arms around his neck, giving the boys a shy wave.

Crowley turned to them, a bold smirk on his face. “I would suggest you lot go grab a drink at a bar. It’s gonna get a little loud in here, and I’m not referring to the music,” he told them, making you blush even more, your thighs instinctively rubbing together.

“Seriously?” Dean groaned before turning around and heading right back up the staircase, tugging Cas and Sam along with him, the three of them glancing over their shoulders at you a few times on their way up.

You watched them walk off, an amused smile tugging at your lips.

Crowley pressed an affectionate kiss to your temple, capturing your attention as he gave you a smile, one that was wicked. “How about you continue that dance for me?”

Whiskey, champagne and a leather jacket

The bell chimed, signaling that someone just had walked in. The first thing her eyes saw was a well worn leather jacket hanging on a plush chair. Her heartrate sped up, still after all this time and remembered the way her mind had betrayed her heart. How she had left everything, no, everyone behind.

Her whiskeycolured eyes continued to travel around the store, scanning the dark brown shelves filled with a countless amount of books, landing on a man with curly light hair who was standing between the narrow shelves. He wore a jumper with a shirt underneath, you could just see the navy blue collar sticking up. His sleeves were rolled up so he could easier move. His arms were filled to the brim with books, mostly old ones with tattered covers and dusty titles. He had yet to notice her standing there, watching him as he stretched onto his toes to put a book back in its place. The woman walked forward, ready with an excuse me on her tongue to breeze past him and further into the bookstore to delve into its hidden treasures. Her shoes clicked sligthly against the wooden floors as she started to near him, drawing his attention.

He raised his eyes, took one look at her, and as his eyes turned golden, he dropped the book he was curently holding with a smack. The woman realised just then, that in this mundane bookstore was someone like her, someone belonging to the world of magic. Everything she had so suddenly left came back. Just because his lovely bluegreen eyes had turned gold. A champagne gold. 

His lips curled just the tiny bit and said “I know someone that would like to meet you”. And as in a practiced motion some soft laughs left her mouth and said, “Why do I have the feeling that this has something to do with that leather jacket?” as she made an inclining nod to the corner with the chair, making her curls bounce and his still golden eyes twinkle. “Well, maybe because you are after all, the brightest witch of your age.” A breath left her, one she hadn´t even realized she had hold. She felt waves of relief wash over her, just beacause he recognized her. 

The woman looked up into his eyes and gave the man a brilliant smile, and realized that maybe she was ready to come back, to once more embrace everything she had left.

“Remus.” 

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(Together they were a duo of whiskey and champange and became a trio when she met the silvereyed owner of the leather jacket.)

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So this is just something I wrote, and to be honest it is like my first one. I would love to hear someones thoughts on this.

I don´t know if it´s okay if I tag any of you in this, but if you have the time I would be really thankful for some feedback @ash-castle @ashenrenee @shayalonnie @mechengmama @littleneko1923 @colubrina @captain-kittenwolf17 @mrsmarauders @ladiefury @calebski @canimallow @brightki @indiebluecrown @disillusionist9 @dreadpiratemary

/Sara

The Bodyguard ch.8

Chapter 1    Chapter 2
Chapter 3    Chapter 4
Chapter 5    Chapter 6
Chapter 7


Here is the latest from the critically acclaimed cross over AU fic, The Bodyguard. 
Written by @alittlemissfit and yours truly! 


“We’re going to the office, Fox. Your father’s found you a permanent bodyguard.”
“Great. A new babysitter,” Mulder snorts.


She sits in the waiting room feeling like an idiot.

What am I doing here? I know he’s going to live, I did all I could already. Why can’t I leave? Why can’t I make myself leave?

Her hands ball into fists on her lap in frustration. It feels like some unknown force is holding her in place and she hates it, yet obeys it.

“Damn it,” she mutters, rubbing her forehead and staring at her shoes.

“Ms. Scully?” a man asks as she frowns, shakes her head. Running her hands down her face she looks up at the doctor.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to inform you that your friend is stable. Remarkably he’s walking away from this with only a mild concussion and a hairline fracture to his left ankle,” the doctor says, looking up from the clipboard in his hands back at her.

Scully nods thoughtfully, wondering what the hell she’s going to do next.

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Photograph showing a young woman smiling bemusedly at an incensed English Defence League protester has been widely shared as a symbol of Birmingham’s defiance in the face of the far right

.The image, which has been shared thousands of times on social media, was captured during a demonstration by the far-right group in Birmingham city centre on Saturday. It shows a man, wearing an EDL T-shirt, staring into the eyes of the young woman, who is looking back at him unfazed. A police officer appears to be restraining the man.Far-right demonstration falls flat as only 300 turn up to London march Read moreThe woman pictured has been identified as Saffiyah Khan, a Birmingham resident. She told the BBC that when the picture was taken, she had stepped forward to defend a friend who had been surrounded by a group of men.
“I don’t like seeing people getting ganged up on in my town,” Khan said. She added that she was “quite surprised” by the reaction to the photo.(via Birmingham woman standing in defiance of EDL protester goes viral | UK news | The Guardian)

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Chapter 12. December 30. Denis.


Lina looked at my back in silence. Sometimes I felt her fingers on my skin and was amazed at this girl.
All my back was covered with a smooth network of healed and half-scarred scars, eternal greetings from the past, the legacy of my father, a payment for genius. Not so high, what can I say.
Once I believed that women escape only because of scars, but several years ago realized that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Then I stopped all attempts to build a relationship.
- Is that why you have no one?-  Lina asked suddenly. - Well, scars … and they say that the man is decorated with scars.
-I would kill the man who said so,
- I sighed and put on my T-shirt. - Personally, I got to hear that I’m a freak, and it’s not like a compliment. Not only in the scars, of course.
I laughed.
-You know, a few years ago, when I still had women, one of them said that the scars are, in general, nonsense, although it looks disgusting, it’s much worse to think about how I got them and it’s probably a rotten story . And that such a man certainly should not try to build a relationship. And you know, I inwardly agreed with this. I stopped trying to find a woman and finally plunged into drawing. Well, something like this.
The girl pressed her cheek to my shoulder and suddenly asked:
-You’ll tell me, where are the scars?  I did not run away, as the others saw them …
I heaved a deep sigh. Yes, she did not. But who will give a guarantee that she will not run away after learning the answer? Chance is one in a million …
Lina looked inquisitively at my eyes. And I decided to take a chance.

Lina.
Denis, limping, went to the table. I rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a small black and white photo. She was a girl, quite young, obviously not much older than me. Denis looked like her, vaguely, elusively, but it immediately became clear that they were close relatives. My heart ached with pain. I already understood why Denis never even mentioned his mother …
He ruffled his hair and looked with longing at the photograph.
- In general, I do not know why I’m so sad when I look at this photo, I’ve never seen my mother. She died during childbirth and my father brought me up. If this can be called upbringing.


Denis laughed sadly and neatly hid the photo back on the table.
- My father was also an artist, but not particularly talented, more stubborn. And crazy. Unable to reach the heights himself, he decided that he needed a child to raise him a genius. The idea-fix, unclosed gestalt. He was lucky, I really turned out to be what he wanted, he did not even have to drive it into me. As soon as I could hold the brush, my father sat me down at the easel and my training began. He just motivated me - a lot of sharp and not very objects on the back. Banal such a story about beatings in the family.
Morally, he also carefully destroyed me, suggesting to me that I should only draw and nothing more, because the other I still will not work. To all this I eventually got used to, I still did not know another life. I drew all day, to cramps in my hands, in the hope that maybe a little bit of beating would stop, but every day my father was more and more starved.
In general, no one could call him a good father.


Denis rubbed his prickly chin and stared at his hands. I wiped the tears. The voice of the man was calm, as if he informed me about the weather outside the window, but I saw his evil eyes and I became scared.
I already understood for a long time that Denis only wears a mask of a calm and confident person, but inside he hides complexes and fears. And now I understood where everything came from. And really - everything comes from childhood …
And what should I do now? He ran away from the women, maybe they immediately knew what kind of person he was and understood that it was better not to mess with him? Maybe I should get away from him, too?
I felt ashamed. Literally an hour ago I dreamed of sleeping with him, and now I think that I need to leave him. And how do I differ from others?

Denis, meanwhile, continued.
- I do not remember my childhood with my father very much. The memory is almost erased and I’m glad of it. Each day was like the rest, such an endless nightmare - an easel, beatings, pain in the back.
I was a little saved by Ani’s family. We lived in the same house and, in fact, my mother is a very distant relative of Anna’s mother. With Anya, we are also relatives, but we do not care about this, especially since the degree of kinship is too ghostly. But for you, it’s probably still disgusting?

The man shrugged and, without waiting for my answer, spoke again.
-No matter how it was, Anna’s mother did not let her father completely destroy me. I was weak, almost incapable of anything, but still alive, and this was the main thing. She did not try to replace me with her mother, but she did everything with me and I’m grateful for it. Why does she need someone else’s child when she has her own age? But the main thing is that I could communicate with Anya and it was then for me the most beautiful thing in life.
We went to school with Anya together. It was terrible. So many people in one place, completely unreal.

I do not remember how, but it was at school that my scars showed up. Even Anna’s mother did not know about them, imagine? And what happened then? He thought. - I do not remember at all. My father was deprived of parental rights, I was in the orphanage. And the father? What was he doing? A year later I was informed that he was dead, but from what? I was not interested in this, I was so happy. Do you know what happiness is, Lina? I then found out.
With me, of course, worked a lot of doctors, after all the psyche was shattered. Now I am calm, but then … however, I do not want to remember this. Moreover, we are already drowning in your tears.

He embraced me and wiped my long fingers off my cheeks.
- Do not cry, Lina. Now I’m fine. Of course, I had to tell you everything at once, but I’m selfish, right? And what if I left immediately … I could not allow this. But when I realized that if we were to sleep, you would still learn everything, I decided to avoid you. Stupid decision? Maybe…
He lifted my chin and kissed me. I did not answer the kiss, and Denis let me go, disappointed. Sadly looked out the window and went to the exit.
I waited until the door closed behind him and fell onto the bed, choking in tears. What decision should I make?


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MX reaction to their boyfriend saying that they may be pregnant but they’re too innocent to understand how it works

requested by anon~

a/n: i don’t know but.. anon are you fanboy? XD im so sorryyy

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Originally posted by sonhvunwoo

Shownu; Shownu would be literally confused to be honest. When you told that you were pregnant, Shownu would probably pause for a bit and look at you straight in the eyes, and would probably laugh for a bit before explaining it to you how it works.

I think I’m pregnant.”

“Huh? *looks at you and finally processes the things that you’ve just said, laughs a little bit* Wait, what? No, baby, you’re not. It’s like this… when a man and woman you know… *insert Shownu’s awkward explanation here yes*”

Originally posted by wonkkyun

Wonho; Well, Wonho would be laughing since he’d be really flustered by your sudden announcement. He’d stutter at first, laughing in between every words and would finally calm down with his cheeks red from laughing. Wonho would probably explain it without much details tho.

*laughs really hard* No, baby *laugh* you can’t be pregnant because *laugh* because *hahaha* to be pregnant *laughs - breathes in and out, finally calms down*”

“Can you just get in to it and stop laughing?”

Originally posted by hyunqvwon

Minhyuk; Minhyuk would probably taken aback by your sudden announcement and would try his best to explain it to you but then would somewhat pause for a couple of minutes as he would try to choose the right words the beauty of pregnancy what eue.

“Baby, I think I’m pregnant.”

“Aw, baby, you’re too innocent. Well, c’mere, let me tell you how people gets pregnant, by people I mean women, so it’s like this…. when a man and a woman *insert his explanation here*”

Originally posted by changkinet

Kihyun; This smol bean would look at you weirdly but then would chuckle. He’d find it a bit cute since it’s funny but then he’d be the type of person to really get into explaining… like to the point he’d even illustrate it but would stop in the middle since he gets tired of drawing.

Okay, so…. here’s how people get pregnant okay. Go grab some pen and notebook since it might get a little long.”

“Alrighty then…. *goes get a pen and notebook*”

Originally posted by daehyunssexface

Hyungwon; Actually, Hyungwon would be confused. Like literally confused that he wouldn’t be uttering a word after hearing what you just said. He’d actually be so engrossed with his thoughts that he’d actually forget to answer you like he’d be thinking about how babies are really made and whatnot.

Hyungwon, I think I’m pregnant…”

“*thinking: can [y/n] be pregnant? wait… how does pregnancy work? wait… does it need a woman and man to create a baby? oh right! but then how does a baby develop inside the tummy? yeah…. how?….* @u@” 

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

Jooheon; Jooheon would probably have a one on one talk with you to be honest. Like he’d ask you why you thought of that, how did you manage to get that idea, when did you think that you were pregnant and whatnot. And he’d also actually explain it to you how it works.

Baby, how did you come up with that idea?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been looking at the symptoms and yeah..”

“Okay, baby, it’s like this… *starts explaining like he’s a mom or a dad*”

Originally posted by wonhontology

I.M; Changkyun would be really intrigued by your sudden announcement like he’d even come to a point that he’d try watching some women giving birth with you…. since he’s curious.. maybe??? for science?? But then he’d actually enjoy watching your expression… and he’d actually not explain it tho.. 

Really? How about let’s watch some giving birth videos? I bet it’d be fun!”

“Okay…. @u@” 

“WOAAAHH, LOOK AT THAT!!”

To those who get pissy at artists for making pharah butch and buff and mercy being petite and femme?? Like pharah is a solider, so, pretty sure, she’s gonna be stacked with some muscle???? Mercy is a doctor so I doubt she’s gonna be super ripped?? And with actual canon images of them in everyday clothes, the one with pharah out with that man(dad?) she’s looking pretty soft butch, which is rad af. Mercy was in like a fluffy girly coat if I remember.
Like why we gotta attack artists for making head cannons for how people are when we don’t have much to go on anyways?
And one of my fave discourse things, pharah being submissive to a white woman? Dudes, my guys, it’s called a kink, it ain’t racy, pharah might be the biggest bottom ever, or mercy might, we will never know, it’s just interpretations on what fans think and or want.
Leave the artists alone for that kind of stuff

Medusa

Summary: you’re a metahuman who has the ability to control and sneak into someone’s mind by just looking at them. You can also turn people into stone like Medusa. You were affected by the particle accelerator. You and Barry become close.

Ship: Fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, swearing, angst, flashback, tears, fighting, blood, etc.

Third P.O.V.

(Y/n) walked into Jitters, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room as she made her way to the cash register. Sun glasses on, covering her eyes. She wore them all the time. There wasn’t a moment where she didn’t have them on. She was too afraid to part with them, for she might hurt someone… like… last time.. (Y/n) ordered her drink, grabbing it before slipping into a chair. She couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes watching her.. multiple pairs..? She peered over her shoulder to see three people peel their gaze away from her. (Y/n)’s heart rate quickened. What if they know..?

A few seconds went by before she got up and left the cafe. Footsteps heard from behind, she fastens her pace. Before she could do anything, however, she was swooped up out of know where. It took a few minutes for her to adjust to the rather bright lighting, despite her shades. A yellowish red blur ran past her before stopping. “Hello, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” Once her eyes adjusted, she brought her hand down from her face only to see three people around her age. A woman with long brunette hair, clean dressed, heels, and a pointed but soft look. A man with long hair, not as long as the woman.

A jean rolled up jacket with a star wars t-shirt, slightly shorter out than the other two. The last man was tall with gorgeous brunette hair, pulled over to the side. His eyes were a deep and bright green. Kinda like hers… Except they didn't hurt people.. When she spoke, she took a step back, obviously shaken up. “Where am I?! Who are you?!” The drop dead gorgeous brunette walked forward while (Y/n) took the same amount of steps back. “I’m Barry Allen. You were affected by the particle accelerator. We’re here to ask for your help.” The woman spoke up, kindly. “We actually want to study you. You seem to possess a rare ability given to you due to the accelerator.”

Originally posted by crituhcal

(Y/n) fiddled with her hands, muttering so quietly it was almost inaudible. “What if refuse?” The other gentleman replied with a warm smile. “Than you can go. And we’ll leave you alone. Well-as long as you don’t terrorize the city-” The woman practically hissed at him. Her glare was terrifying. He cleared his throat, not daring to look at her. “But that’s not gonna happen- I’m Cisco, by the way. And that’s-” pointing to the woman. “Caitlyn.” Barry stepped forward, looking down at me with a warm smile. “We want to help you control your powers. We want to study you and help you. What d'ya say?” (Y/n) bit her lip, swallowing her saliva as she fiddled with her fingers, looking over the room before answering. “I’ll help you. I just want to not be afraid anymore.”

A few weeks past, and already so much has changed in (Y/n)’s life. Slowly but surely, she became more and more comfortable with herself and her new found friends. After work, she would come and test her abilities, which varied. Sometimes she was able to read minds or move things. Other moments, she was able to turn things into stone…like Medusa. Of course, she hadn’t shown them that part of her yet. Today was the day she would do it. (Y/n) walked in to Star Labs, hands shaky and heart rate erratic. When she spoke, her voice was a lot softer than intended. “Guys…I have to tell you something..” They stop what they’re doing to look at her. She can barely meet her gaze, looking down at the floor with guilt. Barry walked forward, brows furrowed. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” 

She pulled three pairs of sunglasses out of her purse, handing them to each other of the members. They looked back at her with a puzzled expression, following (Y/n) into the testing room where Barry usually runs. They stood behind the glass while she stood on the other side, fidgeting with her shades. She picked up glass, placing it on the table in front of her. “Cisco, you asked me when I first came here, why I always wore these shades? You’re about to find out.” Cisco glanced at the other two, excitement coursing through him. “What do you mean?” Caitlyn asked. (Y/n) bit her lip. “You should put on the shades.” They did so, immediately. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she slowly but surely took off her glasses, eyes still closed. 

Her hands were shaking as she set them down on the table. Barry’s body tensed as he watch (Y/n) closely. In all honesty, he begun to fall for her. She was reserved but kind and funny. Cisco and her became the dorkiest friends and she was always so respectful. (Y/n) was beautiful and amazing. He loved her. And in this moment, his heart raised with worry for his beloved. She took another deep breath, slowly but surely opening her eyes. They were a striking green. Not any normal color, more vibrant that usual. The outer layer of her eyes, however, turned black. The longer (Y/n) stared at the glass, the darker her hair got. Eventually, her hair morphed into long striking reptiles. Snakes.

In a matter of seconds, the glass turned to stone. The team backed up with shock. When (Y/n) saw their expressions, she broke down, tearing her eyes away from them. Slowly, she turned back into herself. She kneeled on the floor, trying to maintain her breathing pattern, shutting her eyes. Barry flashed in, worry washing over him. “(Y/n), are you okay?!” She nodded, not daring to make eye contact with him. “My glasses..” In a matter of seconds, her glasses were in his hands. Barry gently slipped them on her face, wrapping his hands around her cheeks as she adjusted and opened her eyes. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek, soothingly. Caitlyn and Cisco ran in, standing over them. “I’m a monster..” (Y/n) said, looking down. 

Barry shook his head. “No, you’re not. We’re gonna figure this out. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Cisco nodded. “That was awesome. I was thinking your superhero name would be-” (Y/n) spoke up. “Medusa.” Caitlyn nodded, smiling. “That works.” After that moment, things seemed to change within Barry. It was though he looked at her differently. Not that he didn’t love her, in fact, he fell more in love with her. The myth of Medusa was as tragic of a story as any. She was cursed to turn every man she ever loved to stone for the rest of her life. She would no longer love and possess the amount of happiness she had prior. He looked at (Y/n) with pity but with hope. He would love her no matter what. It didn’t matter to Barry that she was able to do what she could do. He loved her. 

A few weeks past and (Y/n) was already getting use to her powers. She was actually able, reluctantly for Barry, to join the team on some missions. He always wanted to protect her out in the field even though he knew she could hold her own, probably hold her and Barry’s own. But that didn’t stop him from keeping a careful eye on her. That morning, (Y/n) came in, greeting Cisco and Caitlyn as per usual. A few seconds later, Barry flashed in, hugging (Y/n) around the waist, pecking her head before leaving her to work. Their relationship, with was categorized as strictly friends, seemed to be, from Caitlyn, Cisco, Iris, Wally and Joe’s point of view, to be rather romantic. They all shipped it. 

They both, loved and hated, the long stares and small smiles that came from either one of the two. It was adorable. Although nobody could visually see (Y/n)’s eyes through her shades, they knew there was a look of pure adoration for him. And visa versa. Barry always glanced at her, smiling to himself. Little did (Y/n) know, Barry looked at her as if she were his world. And in all honesty, she was. She meant everything to him. And she thought the same for him. Every time (Y/n) glanced in his direction, memories of how they met flooded through her head. She was so nervous then and he was so very open and loving, even if they didn’t know each other. She always loved how kind he could be. But when she met him, deep down, she knew she’d fall hard and fast for him. 

Later that evening, Barry, Cisco and Caitlyn sat at their chairs working. Cisco and Barry glanced at one another, smiling. They get up from their chairs, standing anxiously across from you. “You guys, okay?” (Y/n) asked as they fiddled with their fingers. Barry spoke first. “So, Cisco and I made you something-” Cisco interjected. “-Actually I made it-” Barry bud in. “-But it’s was my idea-” Cisco rolled his eyes, huffing before Barry continued. “-Okay, so. Cisco and I got you a present- well made you something.” They handed the small box over to (Y/n), beaming like kids on Christmas. “We were thinking you could wear them tonight for the trivia thing at Jitters.” Barry said, blushing. 

(Y/n) took the box, brows furrowed. Caitlyn leaned forward, paying close attention to the situation about to unfold. She opened up the little box, glancing at her two friends before unwrapping it. (Y/n) gasped, jaw dropping. It was a pair of contacts and a ear bud set. Barry explained, excitedly. “Once you put on the contacts, with the ear bud, you’re able to control when you want to use your powers and when you don’t. So now, you don’t have to wear those shades. I mean- you can if you want- not saying you don’t look good in them- because you do-” He began to sputter. (Y/n) smiled softly. “Thank you.. This means- this means the world to me..” She hugged Cisco and Barry, tightly. Cisco grinned. “Also, we tested it, so it does, in fact, work.” (Y/n) bit her lip to stop her from crying. She managed to croak out another simple thank you, showing them to Caitlyn excitedly. 

Later that evening, (Y/n) picked out her outfit, getting dressed and everything before taking out the box of contacts and ear piece. Hands shaky, she put them on, taking a deep breath before riskily looking into the mirror. For the first time since the incident, she saw her eyes. Her real eyes. (Y/n) couldn’t help but gasp. She looked beautiful…stunning even. Everything about her looked phenomenal. She did a quick spin before heading over to Jitters. It was the first time she drove without her shades. Everything was so bright and alive. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, grin even. She pulled up to Jitters, heart racing. This would be the first time she could see clearly. The first time anyone saw her eyes.. Eyes that told showed a painful story. She waited for everyone to get in, taking deep, nervous breaths. 

After a few minutes, she hopped out of her car, slowly but surely making her way up to the front door. Swinging it open with a loud cling, she felt the rooms eyes on her. She kept her eyes low, down to the ground for the first few seconds before looking at the overly packed room. Each one of their eyes was on her. She felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze but on the other hand, she felt strong. She knew she could over come anything. As long as she had help. (Y/n) took a deep breath, reluctantly forcing her head up to look for Barry, Cisco, Caitlyn, Iris and Joe. After a few seconds, her eyes finally found Barry, who’s jaw was dropped practically to the ground. She smiled shyly, making her way towards the group. 

All of them looked at her with awe, amazement. Especially Barry. He stood up from his seat, watching her come near. She was gorgeous… Absolutely stunning. Barry swore she took his breath away. She were vibrant and alive. She reflected her eyes. Her real eyes. When (Y/n) walked up to the group, she couldn’t help but look up at Barry. It was almost like they had a glint to them. Barry’s heart soared, achingly. Caitlyn and Cisco smiled. “You look beautiful, (Y/n).” She blushed, fiddling with her fingers. Eddie and her shook hands, first time introductions. Iris complimented her, grinning as she looked between her and Barry. 

“You look amazing, (Y/n). Doesn’t she Barry?” After a few seconds, he reluctantly peeled his eyes away from her to look at Iris and Felicity, confused. “What?” She motions to (Y/n). “Doesn’t she look nice, Barry?” He swallowed the build up of saliva, nervously. “Yeah, she looks-” He pauses, blushing slightly as their eyes met. “-She looks- absolutely stunning.” (Y/n) blushed the most at Barry’s comment. After a second or two, he stumbled to pull a chair out for her, making sure she sat next to him. He nervously played with his fingers. “You ready for trivia?” He whispered into her neck, driving unplanned for shivers to make it’s way onto her skin. She whispered back, having the same effect on Barry. “Absolutely. I was born ready.” He couldn’t help but smile. 

After the trivia game, Barry decided to walk (Y/n) home. He loved being in her company. She always had the most amazing thoughts. As did he. They could honestly and genuinely talk for hours. In fact, they did. As they pulled up to her house, with a good pep talk from the gang, especially Cisco, Barry decided to take a chance. He took a deep breath, gulping nervously. “Uhh- (Y/n)-” She peered over her shoulder, smiling softly. “Yes, Barry?” In that moment, his heart was beating faster than ever before. “(Y/n)- I- I was wondering- if you- uh- maybe- wanna- go out sometime? With me? I mean-” (Y/n) grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear before making her way down the steps. The second she got their, she grabbed Barry’s collar and killed him. 



(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, I’m just kidding. Here’s what really happened


The second she got to the last step, she laced her fingers around Barry’s collar, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Barry being, well- Barry, it took him a minute to register the situation but in no time, he kissed back with just as much love and fire as she did. They moved in unison, Barry gripped (Y/n)’s waist, smiling into the kiss. Her hands played with the tip of his locks, running through his hair. He moaned, not even bothered by the fact that their could be others watching. As they released, she couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. “Does that answer your question?” He nodded, kissing her once more before happily skipping home. The second (Y/n) closed her doors, she leaned against it, pressing her fingers to her lips at the sweet memory of Barry’s lips on top of hers. He loved her.. And she loved him.. 

(I hope you guys liked it!!)