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Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.

-

“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.

-

The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.

-

“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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Icebreakers I
  • "Excuse me, but you’ve got a little something on your face there."
  • "Well... this is awkward."
  • "I guess this is the part where we shake hands and say 'nice to meet you', right?"
  • "I've seen you here before, but I guess I just never had the courage to say hello before."
  • "I'm so excited to finally meet you in person! I've always dreamed of this."
  • "Sorry, but, um... am I the only one confused here? Why hasn't anyone else showed up?"
  • "Watch out!"
  • "Am I dead? Are you an angel?"
  • "Okay, okay, listen. I miiiiight have had a little too much, and I miiight need someone to help me get home. You look trustworthy, so let's go."
  • "I'm sorry--please, can you help me?"
  • "I look forward to working with you."
  • "I look forward to serving you."
  • "Stay still! I'm trying to stop the bleeding!"
  • "I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but... I've been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I'd listen."
  • "Um, I know you don't know me, but I think what you did back there was very brave."
  • "Some weather we're having, huh?"
steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

Messed up on Valentine’s Day

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

Artist: Jay Park

Word Count: 1.6K

Valentine’s Day, you were so excited for it. You and Jay had decided that you wanted to have an indoor date for it, you would cook and prepare for the night, enjoy a nice dinner and then enjoy a nice cuddly movie night. To you it sounded perfect, you never minded what you did as long as you guys were together enjoying the night.

Jay had texted you earlier that day and told you he will be working till noon so that he could come back to his house and enjoy the rest of the day with you. So you had woken up early enough to tidy up your apartment and leave to go to Jays house since you were spending the day there, and you made sure not to forget his gift on the way out. You had done your grocery shopping on the way for all the stuff you need for dinner and headed to his house.

The day seemed to be running by so quickly while you were preparing the food, cooking was your passion so it was so enjoyable to to do, and also since Jay was a foodie person you enjoyed cooking for him and seeing his reaction.

Time was ticking and Jay hasn’t sent a text saying he’s on his way, and nor did he show up at the time he promised he would be at. You thought maybe traffic was crazy so you decided to give him more time to show up.

You tried being patient and not jumping to conclusions, but you started getting worried, you tried calling his phone but it would go to voicemail. After waiting for so long, getting dressed up and preparing food and dessert for later on, Jay didn’t show up, so you decided to just go back home because you didn’t want to see his him if he came back home that night.

You were really angry and you knew a big fight would happen if you saw him that night, so you decided to go back to your apartment and cool down.

What happened with Jay was he had a deadline for a song and he was stressing about not finishing it on time, so he took a drink to try and calm his nerves but one drink turned into two and two turned to three, before he knew it he was drunk and ended up knocked out on the couch he had in his studio.

When he woke up he didn’t realize what was going on or what he had planned for the day, he decided to take a cab back home since he wasn’t feeling good enough to drive.

When he was in the comfort of his home the first thing that caught his attention was there was a smell of something sweet, which was the desert you had made. He was walking to the kitchen to get water when he noticed there was a box on the dining table with a piece of paper next to it, he was really confused at that moment to what it might be.

When he took the paper in his hand to see what was written, it said

Thanks a lot Jay for showing up. The least you could have done was tell me you weren’t going to show up and not let me sit here for hours waiting for you. The box has the gift I got you, enjoy it. Happy Valentine’s Day.

That’s when everything clicked with Jay and he remembered what the plans for the day were, he knew how pissed you would be right now. He opened the box to see the pair of sneakers that he had showed you a month ago saying he wanted to coop them but he never had time and you were acting like you weren’t really interested to what he was saying, but here they were in front of his eyes.

Jay quickly checked his phone and saw how many missed calls there was from you, he started calling you back but you didn’t answer any of his calls. He wanted to show up at your apartment to apologize and make it up to you but he knew how pissed off you were and that you would want to be alone. He knows you’re not the type to talk while you’re angry because you would say stuff you never meant and regret it, so he wanted to let you calm down until the morning and he would go see you. But before he went to bed he texted you saying sorry and that he will make it up to you.

The next morning you heard your apartment door open and close, at first you were terrified that you forgot your door unlocked but you did remember closing it, so the only person who has a key to it is Jay. You could hear him putting stuff on the counter before he appeared in your bedroom, he came in quietly making sure not to wake you up if you were sleeping.

He came in and your eyes locked but then you turned your back to him still mad at him. Jay noticed how your eyes were super red and puffy probably from crying, and that just hit him so hard for making you cry, guilt was killing him right now.

“Babe” he says quietly testing the waters, but you didn’t reply

“Baby, I’m so sorry” he tried again

“No” you said getting choked up

“I really am, I’m so sorry I didn’t show up yesterday” he said but you said nothing a sign for him to continue

“I got caught up in work” he said

“It’s always work Jay, why couldn’t you put me first just for that day”

“I swear I was going to come on the time I promised, but I was stressing over the deadline and the song that I ended up getting drunk without realizing, and then I knocked out, when I woke up it was super late, I didn’t know what was going on until I got home and saw the paper you put”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t justify what you did” you said

“I know, and I’m really sorry, I will make it up to you”

“I was really looking forward for the day” you said in a sad voice

“Me too, I swear, I was looking forward that we could finally spend the whole day together without any interruptions, I’m sorry it turned out that way” he said

“Okay” you said, when you said that he felt relieved because that was your way of saying your forgiven but I’m still mad, so Jay got closer and when you didn’t say anything or tell him to go away it was his signal that he could cuddle you.

Jay went under the covers and was being the big spoon while cuddling you. You leaned against him missing his touch, and Jay kissed your cheek, which brought a small smile to your face, happy to have Jay by your side early in the morning. “Baby” Jay said

“Hmm” you hummed

“Why aren’t you looking at me”

“Because my face and eyes are puffy, and I look ugly while your here all dressed up early in the morning” Jay chuckled at your saltines early in the morning

“Baby you always look beautiful no matter what” he said and started showering you with kisses which made you start giggling like a child.

Jay got up and took you in his arms since you are being whiny not wanting to walk to the kitchen and sat you on the stool in front on the counter.

“What are all these bags for” you asked curiously

“I got you breakfast from your favorite place” he said and started opening the bags and putting everything on the kitchen counter in front of you.

While you were eating Jay slid a small box in front of you, you looked at the box and back at him with your eyebrow raised, he nodded his head towards the box with a smile on his face telling you to open it.

And when you did, there was the most element and simple diamond necklace sitting in it that made your eyes go wide at how beautiful it was. You took it in your hands staring so lovingly at it.

“Jayyyyy, it so beautiful” you told him and threw yourself at him giving him a hug.

“Let me put it on for you” he said and took it out of your hands, you turned around so he can place it around your neck. You faced Jay with a big smile on your face.

“Thank you so much, I love it” you told him and leaned towards him to give him a kiss.

“Your welcome, I love your gift too” he said said and looked down, you looked down to see what he was staring at and then you noticed he was actually wearing the sneakers that you had gotten him. “

You were so sneaky acting like you weren’t paying attention when I was talking about them” he said

“I had too, plus I beat you to it” you said which made him chuckle.

“Thank you for everything and for being so understanding with me, even though I’m a pain the ass” Jay said, because if it was someone else who was stood up on Valentine’s Day, they would throw a huge fit about it, you just nodded not knowing how to answer that.

“But your my pain in the ass” you said.


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Dream On, Senator

Summary: Ben Amidala is the up and coming senator in the New Republic; women and men alike love him. He has created the perfect life for himself, however this becomes disrupted by you, his assigned bodyguard to protect him from the First Order. 


The story was everywhere; First Order attacks Senator Amidala on route to Hosnian Prime, some casualties. This was worrisome news, many loved Senator Amidala, coming out of nowhere and reclaiming the last name of his grandmother. He had been outspoken, his quick wit and cold words working to pass many laws. His face was plastered all over the news, along with people’s reactions and despair, groups of women crying together.

Even though the young Senator was perfectly fine, people were shocked by the possibility that any harm could come to him, and in fact many people didn’t think that something like that was possible. The public didn’t know who orchestrated the attack, as behind the scenes many were in disagreement over the cause, and many didn’t take it very seriously, no one died being their justification.

However, this gave Leia had a very bad feeling in her stomach. She knew that whatever it was, it was connected to the empire in some capacity, the evil that never seemed to die. She was concerned for Ben so she decided to contact her brother, contact was a loose term and generally Luke stayed of the public eye, fading into obscurity. She hoped that he would respond. She knew that he was straining a new generation of Jedi who may be able to shed some light on these suspicious activities.

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hello friend i would just like to say that you have a lovely blog and it makes me very very happy to know that you exist to make the world just a little bit brighter :) have a nice day, you deserve it!

I know I reply quite slow to private and rarely to anon messages
Its because I am busy most of the time with school and work
I try my best to reply to as many as I can, believe me I am thankful to every single one of them because seeing messages like these really makes my day!

One of the few reasons why I’ve been drawing in my latest style is because I wanna cheer up your dash with more amusing+funny drawings!
I know its been tough and worrying lately with recent events, I can’t say much but I always hope my drawings would speak louder for me.
As long as the intension is there, I believe my drawings would show it better than me saying anything.

Also this^ , as I said, I am just drawing like this for now cause its funny
I want to enlighten people’s day and make them smile
We lack of that for the past week so I decided to change a little.
Anyways if you see my gallery, tell me when have I ever had ONE style haha
It constantly changes and of course I’ll draw in all my style all the time :)

» “I used to have two girlfriends, now I got none. Cause my number two girl found out about one.”


» “You can try and make this pretty, pick up all my dirty clothes,
and if you never really get me then I guess you’ll never know the train wreck that I am.”

Staying up late and listening to the old music on my ipod so I gotta doodle some boys. U v U

Things I am currently in love with

I was tagged by @toujoursdramatique about 82 years ago, but this has been in my drafts forever and I didn’t have access to a computer and I am actually going to do something I’m tagged in for once and I LOVE THAT BISHHHH

One Song: LOVE. by Kendrick Lamar ft Zacari


Two Movies: Beauty and the Beast  (I haven’t seen many movies lately TBH but B&B was so good I’m getting emotional thinking about it) 


Three TV Shows: Iron Fist, 13 Reasons Why, American Dad

Four Characters: Clay Jensen, Leslie Knope (ALWAYS), Roger from American Dad, and Colleen Wing 


Five Foods: edamame, multigrain croisants, fuji apples, sour patch watermelons and rosemary & olive oil quinoa 


I TAG @forelskett @theflowershop @london-in-the-rain @chariv @goooodnessgracious @notannawintourr @newyorkinthespring 

Chapter 26 - “This Was Me All Along”

Word count: 2,028

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

The words ‘Jonah’s got nothing on me’ rang like a siren in your mind. Why was Cameron bringing Jonah into the equation and why were you so reluctant to forgive Cameron?

“Yo Y/N what’s wrong?” Kai asked, snapping you out of your day dream. You didn’t realise that you had completely zoned out of the conversation and was just playing with your food.

“Uh, nothing.” You smiled, lifting your head up. Kai frowned and gave you a look of ‘we’ll talk about it later’.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Cameron smirk and you exchanged glances. Cameron’s eyes seemed to burn a hole in yours and you had to quickly look away. Jonah screwed his eyes in suspicion at the two of you.

You smiled at him reassuringly and stroked his arm. He shook his head and said “Y/N please can I talk to you for a minute.” Jonah said, picking up and walking away.

You nodded and gathered your things.

Jonah had already sped off down the hall and you had to run to keep up with him. “Hey wait.” You called tugging on his arm.

“Jonah, stop.” You shouted.

He eventually stopped and turned around; you could tell by his face that this was going to be bad. He took two strides to meet you and held you by the waist.

“Be honest with me.” He said.

“Huh?”

“Be honest with me when I ask you this.”

“Ask me what?”

“What happened with you and Cameron?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stuttered, immediately giving you away.

“For fucksake I said be honest.” Jonah growled, squeezing you tighter to the point where it was almost hurting. You flinched to signal this and his eyes turned soft and so did his grip around you – he didn’t let you go though.

“We erm, earlier we hooked up. I’m sorry,” You whimpered, looking away from his eyes as you felt ashamed. “You probably hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you for going back to someone you love. How could I?” He asked.

“I’m sorry Jonah I really am, I-I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. No matter what he does he just, ugh, he manages to pull me back in.” You confessed. “I wish I could get over him but I can’t no matter how much I like you.” You grumbled.

“You like me?” Jonah asked, clearly shocked.

“C’mon J of course, look at you. You’re like a Greek God.” You laugh. “If it wasn’t for Cameron…” You paused to see his reaction.

“Yeah I get it.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry, it’s just Cameron will always be my Cameron. Regardless of what happens I will always make excuses for his actions however heartbreaking they may be.” You groaned.  “I will always love him.”

Cameron’s POV

“What do you think Y/N and Jonah are talking about?” Kai smirked. I swear to God, one day I will end up kicking the living shit out of him. I clenched my jaw as everyone gave their opinion.

“I’m sure it’s just nothing.” Logan said, jumping straight to Y/N’s defence. I frowned, was there more to the story? Did Y/N lie to me?

“Lo I don’t know, you didn’t see the way he was looking at her this morning. It’s like they were coming back off of a honeymoon.” Noah said.

“True and he has always liked her, since like the second grade.” Grayson continued, which only added to my suspicion.

I knew that Jonah liked her but I was always confident that she would never go there… would she?

“She wouldn’t even be with Jonah if someone didn’t go and fuck it up yet again.” Logan frowned. I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hands.

“I get it Logan, I fucked up again. I don’t think that she’s gonna forgive me this time though, after what I said.”

“She will, no matter what you do Cam she will always pick you. Believe me.” Logan said.

“And I will always pick her.” I sighed. Why did I have to give her the ultimatum, even after what happened this morning I could tell she wasn’t fully into it. Something was clouding her judgement, or should I say someone.

Is it too late? Does she already have feelings for Jonah?

“I know what you’re thinking and no she doesn’t. Her heart will always belong with you Cameron.” Logan said. “So go and show her you feel the same.”

It’s true, what the hell was I waiting for.

I nodded and got up to find her, to maybe stop a possible relationship. What the fuck am I on about, Y/N wouldn’t betray me like that.

I walked out of the cafeteria and found Y/N and Jonah talking about something. My fists clenched when I saw the way he was holding her then the anger dissipated when I heard what she was talking about.

She was talking about me.

I just stood there listening to her rambling on, a smile taking over my face; I could listen to her all day.

“…Regardless of what happens I will always make excuses for his actions however heartbreaking they may be.” She groaned.  “I will always love him.”

God I love her so much.

Y/N’S POV

“Glad to know I’m not the only one.” You heard a voice say. You spun around to see Cameron eyeing you and Jonah.

“Cameron what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I came to see what was taking you guys so long. Now I know why,” He shrugged, turning around and strolling back to the cafeteria. “And Y/N, likewise babes.” He sang.

You rolled your eyes and turned back around to Jonah.

“See what I mean? He is impossible to not fight for.” You sighed and then looked up to see the hurt in Jonah’s eyes. “Oh god, I’m so sorry I forgot, I-I” You stuttered.

“It’s okay Y/N; I’ll get over it someday.” He half smiled. “Today’s not looking so good.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile and stood on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck. He engulfed you in his strong arms.

“Thank you for being you Jonah, I know this is hard to keep your cool and not revert to your old ways.” He nodded and nuzzled his head into your neck which only made it worse for you, you felt terrible.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you, anything I can do?” You pleaded returning to your original height.

“You’ve given me everything I need Y/N,” He smiled. “A second chance to not be an asshole.”

You laughed and hugged him again.


*a couple of days later*

“Why are you still not talking to me? We are back together aren’t we?” Cameron groaned through the phone. “Please babe, I’m dying over here. We haven’t fucked in like two weeks and I need you.”

“Is that all you want from me a quick shag and to call me your girlfriend.” You scoffed.

“Of course not babygirl.” He chuckled. “I’m kidding; I miss everything about you although your pussy does play a big part in it.” You sighed and you could feel him smirking through the phone.

“I don’t know yet Cameron, I think we should not have sex for a while or at least stay away from each other for a few weeks.” You said.

“What?”

“All we ever used to do was have sex; literally that’s what our whole relationship consisted of.”

“Yeah and that’s what made it so good.” Cameron groaned. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, typical boy.

“No Cameron, when we first met we fucked. Then we had a no strings attached and then when we actually got together the first thing we did was have sex.”

“And?”

“Don’t say and.” You said mimicking his tone of voice. “We can’t just rely on sex to fix our problems we have to face them head on.”

“Babe seriously?” Cameron whined.

“Seriously.” You replied.

“Well I certainly don’t want to go on a break. I-I missed you too much to stay away for any longer.” He responded which made your heart flutter. “So we’ll just have to have no sex.” He sighed.

You laughed through the phone, you had no idea he would actually go for it.

“I guess so,” You heard him yawn through the phone.

“Good night baby, I love you.” He said, waiting for your response.

“I love you too Cam.”

“I’ll make everything right again, I promise.” He responded.

“I believe you.” You whispered and ended the call.


After a long ass day at Grace and Noah’s you and Cameron were heading home.

“So how did you find today? Me being around Grace and all.” Cameron asked, focusing on the road.

“I don’t know really. I trust you so I’m not really that worried.” You shrugged.

“Good.” Cameron smiled; he reached out and grabbed your hand. “You’re my favourite person in the world you know.” He grinned.

“My favourite person is Alec from Shadowhunters.” You grinned. “Ugh he can totally do me whenever he wa-”

“Hey I’m still in the car.” Cameron said squeezing your hand.

“I’m kidding babes; you are more than enough for me.” You said pecking his cheek. Cameron flinched as you even refused to kiss him.

“You’ve got to stop leaving me kisses on anywhere but my lips Y/N otherwise I’ll have to stop the car and fuck you senseless.” He growled.

“Whatever.” You smiled.

You reached your house and Cameron was about to get out as he decided to sleep at yours.

“I’m super tired.” He yawned. “Can we just go straight to bed?”

“I’m not tired at all.”

You climbed over to his seat and straddled his legs.

“Um babe what are you doing?…” You chuckled and peppered soft kisses on his neck. He moaned quietly. “I thought you said-

“I know what I said.” You panted. You grabbed his face and grinded forwards, keeping eye contact.

“Ugh fuck babe you need to stop that.” Cameron warned.

Truth be told, you were starting to regret the agreement you had made with Cameron, the reason that you and Cameron were so close was because you could be open and intimate with one another and because you weren’t, you felt further away than ever.

Before you could answer Cameron had a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you close as his lips smashed on to yours. You both moaned and entangled your hands in each other’s hair. Your eyes widened before fluttering close as you felt his lips open mouth your neck.

“I love you.” He said against your lips.

“I love you too.” You replied.

Cameron kissed you once again before pulling away. You almost whine from the loss of contact, biting down on your lip to stop you from kissing him again. Cameron’s lips were swollen and pink from kissing you and all you wanted was to have them back on your own again.

You couldn’t take the intense stare he was giving you, it made butterflies circle in your stomach.

You almost collapsed on top of his lips as you swirled your tongue in his mouth. As the kiss deepened you could feel the bulge grow in his jeans as it rubbed against you.

“We should go inside.” You panted.

“Okay.” He agreed.

You climbed of him and got out of his car to your front door.

As soon as you got inside of your house you were slammed on the wall.

“Babe you’re torturing me, can we please have sex?” He begged. You raised your eyebrows.

“If we must.” You sighed, trying to pretend that you weren’t bothered when in reality, your panties were already soaking wet for him.

Cameron growled and picked you up. You were carried upstairs like you weighed nothing and dropped on to your bed.

“I have been waiting for this for three weeks Y/N.” Cameron growled. “Three fucking weeks, do you have any idea what I am going to do to you?”

You whimpered as he hovered over you.

“Can’t wait.” You grinned.

a/n: I’m still taking requests so give me some ideas and I’ll write them.

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SEEDS | XMas Drabbles #11

Pairing: Thranduil/Reader
Based on this prompt by @little-red-83 & this imagine by imaginexhobbit.

Prompt: “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”,  “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!” & “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

A/N: Fluff alert! Your heart will melt. (Hopefully)


Thranduil loved laying on the fields of the river valley, staring up at the stars. It was peaceful, at night, with no men from Dale or Esgaroth frequenting the shores for trade. And it was safe, with the kingdoms deterring any crime for fear of fatal punishments.

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Sentence Memes [ Fall Out Boy edition ]

“Walking out on you is still the best thing that I ever did.”

“Well I’ve seen your boyfriend and I don’t think he treats you right.”

“When you go I will forget everything about you.”

“I’ve seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you.”

“I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.”

“I hate the way you say my name like it’s something secret.”

“It’s just past 8 and I’m feeling young and reckless.”

“I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds.”

“Show me a little bit of spine you’ve been saving for his mattress, love.”

“Am I more than you bargained for yet?”

“Is this more than you bargained for yet?”

“I swear I’d burn this city down to show you the light.”

“No matter what they say, don’t believe a word.”

“You want a war? You’ve got a war.”

“But who are you fighting for?”

“Why don’t you just drop dead?”

“I set my clocks early ‘cause I know I’m always late.”

“Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.”

“I thought I loved you.”

“Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great.”

“Take one for the team.”

“I’m so sorry…but not really.”

“Do you remember the way I held your hand?”

“I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.”

“Hell or glory–I don’t want anything in between.”

“I wanna scream 'I love you’ from the top of my lungs, but I’m afraid that someone else will hear me.”

“You can only blame your problems on the world for so long.”

“If home is where the heart is then we’re all just fucked.”

“I’m a nervous wreck.”

“Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes.”

“Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?”

“I am the best you’ll never have.”

“I want the guts and glory.”

“You can wear the crown but you’re no princess.”

“So put the ’D’ in 'dirt’ now, baby.”

“Come on make it easy, say I never mattered.”

PewDiePie's reply to "I miss the old PewDiePie" comments

Saw this and I wanted to give an answer since it seems like a common topic among fans these days.

First off: I’m a person! I change, if you don’t like how I’ve changed - Then feel free to not watch my videos anymore. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I appreciate that you enjoyed my content at one point. But for example: I certainly don’t watch many other YouTubers for years, you just get tired of their content after a while. It’s natural. We all change, even yourself maybe without realizing it.

I think the fact that I do change my content is the reason why anyone would actually want to watch me for a longer time. And it’s something I pride myself in achieving well. Personally I think my content has improved drastically over the years and that I’ve grown a lot as an entertainer and artist. Gives major pat on my back

This sort of “I wish old pewds would come back” kind of thinking, is very frustrating, because again: I’m a person and you’re basically telling me to act the same way for 5 years as I’ve been making videos… Because you liked it better that way.

You also complain that I use the same type of jokes “(e.g. Shrek, Illuminati, senpai),” But then you complain that I don’t use the same type of jokes that I use to make before? (e.g. Stefano, Barrels, Mr Chair). Same joke for 5 years, people get bored of that. I’m sure you would too.

When it comes to me not having as close connection to my audience anymore.
This may be true, but I never once stopped trying to. The channel has blown up so big, and I’m still one guy, one person, while there is 35 million of you guys. I reply to as many fans as I can each day in comments. But it all comes down to again, I’m a person. I can’t do everything. Can’t please everyone.

You also say I pander to kids now. But personally I think if you actually watch my older videos, you’ll find they are waaaay more kid oriented. Mainly because: I myself was a lot more childish at that age. Still am today, just less.  

You finally call me a sellout, but give no good reason explaining why you think so: “(Pewds has always said that he doesn’t care about the money as long as he’s doing what he loves, but he has not been showing it lately.)” How? You don’t explain. I basically make videos for the same reason as I did years ago, it was my job then and it’s my job now. If I actually did treat this as a job 100%, then I would do exactly as you’re trying to instruct me. Because it’s my job to make the viewers 100% happy, right? I change the things I do, because I enjoy them that way. Because I want to have fun with YouTube and not be forced to play a certain game that I don’t like or make the same repeated jokes for years, just so fans will be happy.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. If you want to give me feedback, I’m more than open to it. But this a very nagging way to do it.

For example: If you want me to play more scary games. Suggest one for me to play instead! There  are very few good horror games out there at the moment. So saying “I wish pewds would play more horror games, he’s changed now”. It’s just… unfair.

And ultimately: Telling me to act a way for you is just… wrong. Once again again… I’m a person.

Thanks

Better late than never...

I was tagged by the graceful BabyKay47! Thank you, hun!

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I’ve been in fandoms (mainly SW and HP) for over a decade, and through the years every once in a while I’ve written fanfic. But for Richonne I only wrote (so far) one fic: Breath Mints

Gee, I wonder WHY I choose that title…

(gif via mintchonne)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

Originally posted by yemme

Originally posted by shad0wshunter

Why am I Richonne Trash?

Because they are SO PERFECT for each other! I’ve ALWAYS been Rick Grimes trash. ALWAYS. Since Season 1. Yes, even through all the Lori drama. 

Originally posted by wow-david

And I’ve ALWAYS thought Michonne was a BAD ASS chick, not one you should risk messing up with, ever since she showed up in Season 3. They are two tough cookies. 

Originally posted by mannytoodope

At first I didn’t see their potential - I’m a late sailor on this ship - but sometime during the end of season 5, I truly saw the glory that is Richonne. I’d like to think that I saw some inklings back in “Clear” but truth be told I only fully really realized their potential on season 5. JUST when we had to go through Jess!hell. Figures. Richonne just…smacked me on the face and I was, “OF COURSE!”

The best part? They are two WHOLE persons on their own. They don’t need each other to be complete, to kick ass, to kill a bunch of walkers, to defend their friends and adopted family, but they CHOSE to be. And that makes them happy. And STRONGER. They are not co-dependent on each other, they COMPLEMENT each other, because they CHOSE to. (Yes, Rick may be whipped, but it’s by choice! XD)

Not to mention they are just HOT together. 

Originally posted by coolhandjennie

And Mrs. Clutterbuck rooting for them is just TOO DARN CUTE not to be excited by it, LOL.

ALSO! I bought Rick Grimes and Michone Funko Pops so I could have a set…

When did I jump aboard this glorious ship?

Like I said, end of season 5. Difficult to pinpoint when exactly, but I think it was when Rick told Michonne about his plan to take over Alexandria, about how he lied to her, about the stolen and hidden guns, and how SHE could have talked him out of it. And instead of yelling at him, she reasoned with him about how that was a bad idea, about how they could make Alexandria work BUT in the end she let him keep the gun and said that she was still with him, no matter what.

Originally posted by beckylasskickinglynch

Are they married, or ARE THEY MARRIED? They actually have a more functional and supportive relationship than most married couples I know!

Favorite scene:

See above answer. Favorite bits: Michonne saying “I’m still with you” and Rick looking from Michonne’s eyes down to her mouth. It seems to be a trend, as well as Rick looking at Michonne’s ass… XD

Originally posted by musicisalwaysahealer

I know, this look is from another scene, but it’s more evident here than on the aforementioned scene.

ALSO? The scene from next episode (6x13) that they showed in the sneak peek? It has HIGH CHANCES of becoming my new favorite scene, but since it hasn’t “officially” aired yet, I’m not taking it into account. 

You can have it as a bonus, though:

(gifs by heartfulloffandoms-x)

Future for Richonne:

Happily ever after? As much as possible in a zombie apocalyptic world? Perhaps a baby - I know Michonne considers Carl and Judith her own kids, but I’d like to see a Richonne baby, thank you very much. 

Originally posted by richonne-shipper

ALSO, I can’t wait to see more Grimes Family 2.0 interaction, especially between Carl and Michonne, because we have seen basically ZERO interaction between them since “The Next World” and Richonne becoming canon.

Originally posted by journeyslegend

I LOVE their relationship, Carl was the one who made the call that welcomed Michonne into their group, they have been best friends since forever, and I have my suspicions that he might as well be the #1 Richonne shipper of the group - even if Carl was surprised when he found his “parents” were putting on some clothes to talk to Jesus (but not as much as Rick and Michonne were when they found him on that corridor, LOL).

Originally posted by olitz1139

Who I tag: 

EVERY Richonne shipper who hasn’t done this already - I’m pretty sure everyone already has done this, LOL - I took WAY too long to answer it…

Originally posted by atlantafive

When I first starting coming to terms with being attracted to women, I finally built up enough courage to tell my therapist. She responded by saying that if I followed those desires I would “Never be the woman God wanted me to be.” She was right… because I’m now the man that I was always meant to be. 


I will never forget that day. Sometimes I am tempted to visit her and show her who I really am and how far I have come. I have been thinking about it a lot lately. I remember when I told her about my attraction to women her whole face lit up. Like I was her next biggest miracle project. She was so confident that she was going to fix me. I remember her saying “This is what the issue has been the whole time.. I was wondering why we couldn’t get passed anything.” She was happy that it wasn’t her therapy skills that were not letting me progress.. it was my deep dark secret that I was not filing her in on. Right away she tried to get me to read books on homosexuality, and wanted to accompany me to conversion groups. I gave her a maybe… and then never returned. She continued to text me. This is the last text that she sent me. She said that she hoped that I had not given up. Well, Susan. I did give up. I gave up living a lie. I gave up the shame, the guilt, and any fucks I had about what people thought about me. 

71: I'll Be Home for Christmas

“I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree.” [x][x]

Sally Jackson’s brown eyes sparkled as she stared at the clock—11:45. Perhaps she should be doing something else with her hands. Knitting? Sewing? Maybe writing up the sequel to her novel… Anything to distract her from the heart-breaking thought that her son might not be home in time for their Christmas Eve tradition. Fifteen minutes left. She sighed and leaned back into her red plush chair beside the Christmas tree.

"Sally,” Paul chided, lowering the christmas novel that earlier covered his face. He looked sternly at his fiancé and pouted. “He’s going to be here.”

“I know,” she offered. “But—”

“No ‘buts,’” he scolded, taking a sip form his hot chocolate. “I have absolute faith in your son. Don’t you?”

“Alright, alright." She sighed again—it was silly of her to worry. After everything her son has been through, one thing she was sure of was that he would keep his promises to her. Sally loved her son with all her heart—and fear would not cloud that. “I’ll stop worrying, okay?”

"Good,” he smiled. Paul stood up and walked over to Sally to kiss her forehead. “No more worrying. I’ll just refill the mugs.”

Left to the silence of her thoughts, Sally closed her eyes and thought back to all the times she had stressed over making it home for Christmas by the time her son were awake. The candy shop in Grand Central usually made her fuss about getting home early, but over the years, she figured that if she ran the mile from the station to her apartment, she’d still find Percy sound asleep in his bed, drooling to the vision of Santa and his presents.

“Wake up, Percy,” she whispered. “Mommy’s home.”

He would yawn—then his eyes would glaze over. “Is it Christmas, mommy?”

“Just a few more minutes!” she would smile. Then, albeit her exhaustion and the dark circles that ringed her eyes, she would take Percy into her arms and spin her little angel around, energy renewed by a deep love. 

As they laughed, she would kiss his face and carry him outside to the Christmas tree, where they would wait for the clock to strike twelve. Sitting in front of the meagre tree they could afford, Sally and Percy would plug in the lights at midnight and watch the tree glow brightly to signal Christmas day. 

Little Percy would then give his mommy a kiss on the cheek, and they would be alright.

They did this every year.

11:50.

Sally tensed up as she heard the knob on her door shake with effort, like someone was trying to open it with a key. She braced herself.

Yeah, I know—it’s like nothing’s changed,” a familiar voice cried from the entry hall of the apartment. It was then followed by a soft giggle that Sally had grown accustomed to over the past years. 

“What was that for, Seaweed Brain?” the faint voice asked, and her son replied.

“Mistletoe—”

And with that, the messy dark hair appeared from the corner of the wall, and Sally’s eyes brimmed with tears. Suddenly, she was crying all over the place, struggling to get out of her seat to hold Percy and Annabeth close to her heart. Shaky, she wrapped her arms around the couple, her nose stuffed with ocean and lemon, her heart full of love. Sally squeezed them tightly. Oh goodness—she never really knew how much she’d missed them. Not just Percy, but Annabeth as well, who had become her daughter so long ago.

Percy chuckled under his breath, wiping tears from his eyes. “I-I missed you too, mom.”

“Always so irresponsible,” she sobbed, stepping back to kiss the couple on the cheek. “Why are you always late?”

“We’re sorry about that,” Annabeth apologized, one hand on Sally’s shoulder and another in Percy’s.

“There were monsters in the subway,” he shrugged, wiping his arm across his face. “And you should’ve seen the airport, mom—everyone was coming home!”

Sally’s breath hitched. “You’re home, too,” she said, as if she couldn’t believe it. “The both of you are home.”

"We are,” Percy nodded, eyes darting from Annabeth’s to his mom’s. “I am. With you guys, I’m home.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes but smiled. “Always so cheesy.”

“Oh, Percy, I was so afraid you wouldn’t show up,” Sally admitted, beckoning the couple to sit beside the tree. 11:55. 

“Mom,” Percy sighed, sitting cross legged and pulling his girlfriend to sit on his lap. “I’ll always be home for Christmas. Always. And I’ll never miss the lighting for anything in the world.”

11:57.

"Paul, dear,” Sally called from her seat, one hand on the plug and another on the socket. “We’re about to light it!”

Just as her fiancé came from the kitchen with two mugs in hand, he almost dropped them at the sight of Percy and Annabeth seated on the floor. After hurriedly exchanging a few hugs and greetings, Paul sat beside Sally and together, they counted until the clock struck twelve. Until it was Christmas time.

Five, four, three, two, one–

The tree lit up, Percy kissed Sally’s cheek, Christmas Eve was Christmas Eve, and all was well for their family.

They were home.

I know I’m a bit late but I still want to share my thoughts on a specific panel of chapter 319:

First of all, let me say how glad I am that Ohtaka-sensei decided to include a panel where Kougyoku’s tears are visible.

Kougyoku is a character that always used her facial expressions to show a variety of feelings. She’s one of the most expressive characters and we have witnessed her crying in various (and completely different) occasions. So, it is in line with her character to cry because she feels relieved and at peace.

Another reason why this panel is important to me is because fictional characters are often not allowed to express their feelings via crying or when they do they are regarded -by both media and audience- as something lesser than the less expressive characters. It’s not uncommon to see female characters that cry a lot being labeled as “crybabies”, “pathetic” or even being denied their emotional strength just because they shed a few - or more! - tears.

In my opinion, emotional strength has little to do with whether a person cries often or not and more with whether the person is able to overcome the obstacles in their way and keep on living. That’s why Kougyoku is a strong female character to me. 

 Kougyoku can deliver a cool speech, outwit master manipulator (I mean Sinbad here) on a specific subject, free her nation from the IA  and still express herself in the way she always used to, via crying.  She doesn’t need to change the core of her character in order to become “badass”. She can be awesome and cry at the same time. I’m grateful that Ohtaka sensei allowed her to do that.