why was she all get out then later

  • Ross: How'd you do it, eh? Treat people like dirt and still come out smelling like... what is that? Is that perfume?
  • Robert: I thought Rebecca was gonna tell you to stay off my case?
  • Ross: Yeah, she did. Although why she cares about you is beyond me.
  • Robert: So?
  • Ross: So it turns out I feel sorry for her more than I need to see you fall on your backside. Besides, you'll stitch yourself up sooner or later, the way you pimp yourself about. (leaves)
  • Aaron: (approaching) Oi, I though you were getting them in?
  • Robert: Yeah, yeah, I am, yeah.
  • Vic: Hey Robert, you gonna wear your little superman cape for your housewarming tomorrow?
  • Aaron: You can pull that look off, can't you?
  • Robert: Erm... about the housewarming... do you really wanna do all that? All that fuss?
  • Aaron: Oh, come on, it's only a cape, Robert, don't be a baby.
  • Robert: No, no, I don't mean about that. It's just erm... I'd rather spend the first night after we've moved in, just the two of us. Give us a chance to talk.
  • Aaron: About?
  • Robert: I dunno. Erm... it's a big deal getting our own place and it feels important that we should be taking it seriously.
  • Aaron: Are you sure you're not confusing 'serious' with 'boring'?
  • Robert: I mean it, Aaron. You know there's been times in the past when erm... I could have said something and... I didn't cos... I dunno, maybe I took us for granted.
  • Aaron: Fine, yeah. We'll stay in and talk if it means that much to you.
  • Robert: It does, yeah.
Dearest Jane Fans –

I want to begin this letter by telling you about the magic of Brett Dier.  He took a character – built from the beginning with secrets and moral lapses – and made him so likable, so funny, so sincere in all the right ways, that most of our writers’ room became #teammichael by the end of the first season.  And I honestly don’t think I’ll ever love a moment on our show as much as I loved Michael’s vows to Jane…  Which is to say, this was a devastating episode for us to write.

It was also a decision made very early on, when I thought about our story as a whole.  And even in season one, I knew it would be a hard thing to actually do, which is why there was a line (which many of you noticed) about how Michael would never stop loving Jane.  And the Narrator confirmed, “For as long as Michael lived, until he drew his very last breath, he never did.”  Honestly, I put that line into the script at the last minute to hold our feet to the fire, to make sure we went through with it.  Because even back then, the writers could all see the magic of Jane and Michael together.  Not to mention Rogelio and Michael!    

The other reason I put that line in the script was to prepare you… a little.  If the writers and actors loved Michael so much, then I knew it would be devastating for the fans.  So then, the only surprise we had left, was when…

And again – that goes back to the magic of Brett Dier.  Originally, I thought Michael would die earlier.  But Brett is such an incredible actor – he gave us such great comedy and drama and first-rate exposition delivery (!), often all in one scene.  And he and Gina… well, there’s that word again – magic.  So, we changed some things in the writers’ room.  Jane and Michael got married.  They had sex. They moved into their first home. And I’m so glad we did that and I’m so glad all those firsts for Jane were with Michael.  But this is a telenovela, as we so frequently remind you.  And we are only at our midpoint.

You’ll recall, back in the pilot, Jane was on a path.  Things were mapped out.  And then she was accidentally artificially inseminated and everything changed.  Well now, everything is changing again.  How does our romance-loving hero move on, how does she get back the light and the hope…?

Well, it’s certainly not quick.  And that’s why we’re now three years later in our story.  We’ll be flashing back to those three years and filling in gaps, but mining emotions realistically is something we work hard on and we knew the immediate pain of that loss would overwhelm our storytelling.  After talking to grief counselors, this felt like the right time to reenter Jane’s journey.  She’ll always feel Michael’s absence (and trust me, we will too), but it opens up our storytelling in new and exciting ways, while allowing for the light and bright Jane world that we love to write.  

Which brings me to something I feel really badly about.  The timing.  I’ve had so many tweets lately about how Jane is a bright spot these days. And I know you just watched a gut punch of an episode.  So, I just wanted to reassure you that Jane’s optimism will rise up.

Thank you guys so much for watching the show, for caring so passionately, and for going on our journey. And thank you so much to Brett. For his talent.  His passion.  His humor on set.  Michael will be missed in Jane’s world, just as Brett is already missed in ours.  

With love,

Jennie Urman

Not All Men

“Not all men are rapists,” my Dad would grunt as he scrolled through his friends’ Facebook profiles and read the articles about sexual assault they’d posted.

“Not all men are abusive,” my Dad would mutter as he did research to disprove the domestic violence statistics that bothered him so much.

“Not all men are like him,” I’d mouth to myself, as Dad threw Mom across the room for having the temerity to contradict something he’d said.

After hurting her one night, he came to my room a few hours later. “You’re a sweet boy,” he told me. “I know you’d never harm a woman, no matter how much she deserved it. Not all men are like me. You don’t have a temper.”

I did have a temper, though. And I seethed.

Years later, I left for college an angry, confused young man.

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The signs as random quotes I love
  • Aries: "just a princess w/ some anger issues"
  • Taurus: "of course I talk to myself. sometimes I need expert advice"
  • Gemini: "we all have that one song that awakens the stripper in us"
  • Cancer: "I just realized that I can't touch yesterday, so why am I letting yesterday touch me?"
  • Leo: "goals so big you get uncomfortable telling small minded people"
  • Virgo: "I hate when I lose things at school like my pens and self motivation"
  • Libra: "It's okay if you don't like me, not everyone has good taste"
  • Scorpio: "today's mood: bitchy with a chance of sarcasm"
  • Sagittarius: "go out and be a hoe, it's a beautiful day"
  • Capricorn: "get the money first. fall in love later"
  • Aquarius: "cold as ice but in the right hands she melts"
  • Pisces: "I'm 99% angel, but oh, that 1%..."

Before Persona 5 comes out in the West tomorrow, let’s take a moment to remember the great times we had in the buildup:

  • The chair jokes, because for quite a while chairs were all we had.
  • When Akira was revealed, we immediately called him Chair-kun. Again, chairs were all we had.
  • We also thought he was a cinnamon roll uwu, and decided to protect him at all costs…
  • …leading to quite the surprise when it turned out he was a fucking phantom thief god damn it Akira.
  • The endless comparing of Ann to Junko Enoshima, Yuka Ayase, and others.
  • No one knowing how to spell Ann’s name, and the brief theory that she was part-Finnish.
  • Persona 5 Skating All Night.
  • The Kyubey jokes with Morgana. Much later, we find out that Morgana’s English VA is actually Kyubey. Apparently the Persona fandom is psychic?
  • Calling Akira “Tuxedo Mask”.
  • “Who the fuck is this painter guy, and why does he look like Jun Kurosu?”
  • Yusuke being shipped with Akira before he even had an identity beyond “the painter who looks like Jun”.
  • “WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BLUE BUTTERFLY??”
  • Everyone decides to protect Ann and Futuba from EVERYTHING.
  • Bike Persona.
  • Makoto’s name is revealed and everyone gets confused with regards to the Persona 3 male protagonist.
  • Morgana kidnapping Teddie and taking over his Twitter account.
  • Everyone calling Haru “Adieu” before we found out her name.
  • The collective freakout when we found out that Akira’s codename is Joker, of all things.
  • The brief period of time when we all called Goro “Mike Wazowski”.
  • SO. MANY. ASK. BLOGS.
  • People calling Futuba an Inkling.
  • STEALING TOKYO TOWER. Really, guys?
  • Older fans trying to explain to people who’ve never played 1 or 2 what “Eiha” and “Frei” are… and all of us being surprised by “Psy”.
  • The time someone hacked into the Atlus website and made us all think that the P5 Japanese launch was going to be in July 2016.
  • European fans freaking out that it might take forever to get it… then finding out that for once, we’re getting it at the same time as America.
  • Eventually we warped back around to wanting to protect Akira, proving that he has truly stolen our hearts.
  • The underlying current of worry about what the battle vs the Velvet Twins will be like…
  • Trying to predict Ultimate Personas and Goro’s initial Persona. (I still root for Joker getting Enjolras!)

materassassino  asked:

Allura and Lance, comparing the Broganes over a spa day.

           Lance stretched and leaned back. “Man, this is so much nicer than the pool.”

           It turned out the Castle had a “Rejuvenation Suite,” or, as Lance insisted on calling it, a “Space Spa.” Allura decided it wasn’t worth correcting him, especially not now.

           She and Lance were each ensconced in a single-person soaking tub filled with medicinal and rejuvenating herbs and salts. She’d chosen the “Relaxation” packet; Lance had gone for “Revitalizing”. Soft scents wafted through the room, changing from juniberry to starpetal to arcleaf, drifting from one to the other like a lazy hummingbee. There was a quiet background music, just loud enough to hear if you wanted to, but quiet enough to ignore if that was your desire. The lights dimmed and brightened at slow, random intervals, never getting too bright or too hot. It was like shifting sunlight.

           Lance had his eyes closed as he sighed happily. “Can I just live here? Like, can this be my room?”

           She laughed a little and closed her own eyes. “No. The Rejuvenation Suite is for everyone’s use. And if you bring Keith down here, you two have to behave. These tubs are single occupancy.”

           He snorted. “We’ll behave when you and Shiro behave.”

           She sat upright so quickly her tub sloshed a little. Fortunately, there was no spillage. “We behave!” she insisted.

           Lance cracked one eye to look at her doubtfully. “You two were behaving last week when we caught you in the kitchen? THAT was behaving?”

           Allura blushed and resettled herself in the tub. “Yes, actually, that was behaving.” She knew she probably shouldn’t, but the impulse hit her and she couldn’t help herself. “You should see what he’s like when we’re in the Black Lion together.”

           Lance snickered and closed his eyes. “I do not need to see that. Well… actually, I might not mind, but Keith would hit the ceiling.”

           “Really? He doesn’t seem sex-averse at all.”

           “Oh, trust me, Princess, he very much IS NOT.” She rolled her head over to find him grinning. “But he and Shiro have that whole ‘bro’ thing going on. He gets squidgy about it.”

           “‘Squidgy’?”

           “Yeah, y’know: squidgy.”

           “I know a dozen different languages, and none of them have such a word.”

           “It’s kind of like ‘ew’ but with more ‘ugh’ to it.”

           Her brow furrowed. “Anyway, he doesn’t like hearing about Shiro’s sex life? Is that the point you’re trying to make?”

           “Yeah, pretty much. I don’t mind though.”

           She laughed. “You already saw some of it! And, for the record, I was just trying to make tea. The rest of that was all his idea.” She cleared her throat. “Sometimes it feels like you and Keith aren’t even dating at all. If you hadn’t announced it over the Castle’s comm systems, I might not even believe it.”

           “Eh, Keith isn’t a big PDA person.”

           “Peedee… ?”

           “Eyyyyyyyyyy!” he finished with a grin. “Yeah, Public Displays of Affection. It kind of drove me nuts at first, but then I realized that it’s,” his voice softened from smugness into quiet satisfaction, “well, it’s kind of like I get to keep all of that to myself. Just for me.”

           “Aww, that’s kind of sweet.”

           “It is, isn’t it? It’s actually amazing how sweet Keith can be sometimes. Like, even when I think he’s not listening to me, and I’m just babbling and being annoying, he’ll say or do something days later that proves he really heard me. Like when I was running out of my moisturizer, and he…”

           “Oh, is that why he asked me about that? I thought maybe you were just rubbing off on him.”

           “Every chance I get!” Lance declared.

           She rolled her eyes, but stayed on subject. “He got that for you?”

           “Yeah, he did. And it works great, by the way!”

           “You are glowing,” she confirmed, “but I just assumed that was because of Keith himself and not the new skincare product.”

           Lance blushed a little but rolled his head over, opened both eyes, and grinned. “I ain’t the only one glowin’ around here, sister.”

           “I am not your sister nor am I glowing.”

           “GLOOOWWWINNNNG,” he insisted in a sing-song voice. “Shiro smiles and you light up like a Christmas tree.”

           “I don’t know what that is, but I’m certain you’re overstating it.” She was trying to ignore the fact that her face was heating up.

           “He’s a little more PDA than Keith is, anyway. The little cheek kisses and things like that. You two are like something out of a storybook.”

           “Oh, stop that, we are not.”

           “You totally are! The beautiful princess and her dashing knight! Er, paladin, in this case. It’s perfect.”

           “Well, you and Keith are the brothers-in-arms who always have each other’s backs, fighting side-by-side against evil. So I’m fairly certain you’re a storybook refugee yourself.”

           Lance grinned widely and leaned back against the tub. “Face it, Allura: You and I are pretty much the two luckiest people in the universe.”

           She smirked a little. “No, we’re not. Shiro and Keith are.”

           “I stand corrected.”

Anonymous said: A jeffxreader where she sits with the jocks at their lunch table bc she recently broke her arm and they are rlly protective of her especially jeff bc he likes her and just include silly banter amongst all of them and maybe later jeff finally gets the courage to ask her out and she happily agrees and fluff thnx <3

Author’s Note: Dear requester, I had to switch arm to ankle because I royally screwed up. Sorry!

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JEFF X READER

“Seriously, Jeff, you don’t have to keep driving me to school,” you chuckle. “I’m plenty capable of doing things on my own still.”

Shaking his head in refusal, Jeff parks in the student parking lot of the high school before turning towards you. "If it wasn’t for me goading you, you wouldn’t have been playing flag football with us, Y/N. I sometimes forget just how rowdy those idiots can get.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kind of is.”

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I’m officially two weeks into teaching “The Hobbit.”

And it is such a rollercoaster.

Here are just a few of the moments I’ve had this week:

  • A group of girls being obsessed with how small a hobbit baby must be.
  • One student drawing me a Gollum for his character poster with a bottle of lotion because “It’ll help with his slimy skin.” Then being mad when I pointed out that, if he was wearing the ring (which he was), that he would be invisible, which resulted in a dramatic sigh and a “So I didn’t have to do anything other than the ring,” which made me laugh.
  • A student thinking elves and trolls are the same thing and a lengthy discussion on what defines each species.
  • A SPED student who barely pays attention answering my daily riddle almost immediately after I finished reading it and everyone in the room being super impressed, including his para.
  • One girl whining because she thinks The Hobbit is boring and me rather bluntly telling her that if she didn’t like this, which is relatively modern and fun with adventure, then the next three years of her English education were going to be rough. She then proceeded to whine and I moved on. A second later, another girl who never talks turned to me and gave me a shy smile and said, “I like it.” And I don’t think she knows how much that meant to me because it’s so hard to hear that something you’ve spent so much time and energy into making fun isn’t being appreciated.
  • One of the kids I taught during my student teaching burst into my room and yelled, “The Hobbit?!?! Why do the freshmen get to read it?!” So, ya know, even if all my freshmen aren’t thrilled, I’ve got a few jealous upperclassmen.

Some things I’ve absolutely come to love about it:

  • My “nerdy” kids have an opportunity to really be excited and be appreciated by the class for producing insight and pointing out things that are important later that the other kids didn’t notice.
  • My artistic kids are finding outlets through some of the projects we’re doing and are generally thriving.
  • My musical kids are singing (or trying to sing) all the various songs in the play and no one is judging or teasing them for it. Plus, it feels more authentic when the songs are sung.
  • The kids who have seen the movies are having great discussions about book-to-movie adaptations and are noticing more and more minute things and getting more “deep” with their discussions of why changes were made.
  • My kids are actively looking for theme and having great group discussions about things like greed and heroism and what it means to be kind.
  • My students are starting to learn how to annotate and actively think while they’re reading so they notice things.


Overall, it’s so great and I love it and how much I can do with it. It makes teaching English so much fun right now. I love it. This is what teaching is supposed to be like.

Thank you, Professor, and cheers!

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Headcanons for Keith and pidge friendship <333 pleeaassee

Always!!! I love these two partners in crime and technically-not-illegal mischief.

  • Obviously they both love aliens and cryptids and they can’t wait to get back to Earth so that they can show each other all of their conspiracy notebooks and boards.
    • Pidge has a whole collection of notebooks dedicated to finding her brother but she doesn’t mention that.
  • They both love really terrible horror/alien movies, like they thrive off of that stuff. It’s their lifeblood. When they do get back they marathon all of the ones they can think of and they’re holed up in the room for a week straight.
    • Lance is #done. “None of you touch me until you take like three baths you guys are so dirty why would you do this to me.”
      • Keith hugs him immediately and Lance screams.
      • Pidge sleeps in his bed for like an hour but she doesn’t tell him and when he comes to her screaming about germs and personal space later that night she’s stunned, like, holy shit it’s the princess and the pea all over again.
        • She calls him a prince for the next week and Lance knows she’s making fun of him but he doesn’t know why.
  • One time they go on a mission together and Allura has to rescue them from the space cops. She has to do a lot of talking to get them out and even then the cops insist.
    • “We could take them off of your hands.” “No, you don’t understand, they are our hands.”
    • They never go on a mission together again because Allura is livid.
  • They both like black licorice even though everyone else threatens to disown them.
  • Every once in a while they get so excited that they’re meeting a bunch of aliens all the time and living their dreams.
    • Keith’s just, “And they told me I couldn’t become an alien when I grew up.”
  • When they arrive back to earth they hijack the castle’s speakers and scream “Fuck the Garrison” repeatedly until Shiro and Allura find them.
  • They are both gay and trans and they bond over this and talk about how nice it is up in space where no one gives a fuck who you love or what you call yourself.
  • They are such good friends and they always make plans to hang out when they’re living back on Earth.

I had been having wild unadulterated sex with my fifteen-year-old girlfriend for over a month when she said, “I want your sister in bed with us.”

I had been having the very same thoughts but I hadn’t said it. Just to be coy I asked, “Why?”

Rachael replied, “Because she is cute and I really want to fuck her with your cock.”

I asked, “How can you do that?”

Rachael replied, “The same way that my mother fucked me for over two years with my father’s cock. He was always tied to the bed and blindfolded but he always knew that he was fucking me. The first few times my mother had to shove my tight pussy down onto his big cock but after that I managed to get myself down onto it every Saturday night. After daddy had cum in me we got into a sixty-nine until I had given my mother two orgasms.”

I asked, “What changed?”

Rachael replied, “One of my schoolteachers found out that my father was fucking me and turned him in, he implicated my mother, and they both got into trouble. I was taken away and given to my Aunt Rachael, whom I was named after. That’s when I came here and met you. I’ve never been fucked like you fuck me.”

I smiled and said, “I didn’t think I was all that good at sex, in fact I was a virgin.”

Rachael laughed and said, “I knew that but you could look at me and be on top and that was what I needed.”

I asked, “So why do you want to fuck my sister?”

Rachael replied, “Because I miss being with another girl. I never had sex with a boy alone before, until you came along, that is. My parents always had sex with me together. I can get your sister in bed with us and then you can fuck her too.”

I didn’t want to seem too anxious so I said, “If that is what you really want, then it’s okay with me, set it up.”

I got a great big kiss and then she sucked my cock hard for another round.

The very next day my sister Bethany came into my bedroom and sat down on the edge of my bed like she had a hundred times before. She asked, “Will you be gentle when you fuck me?”

I about died but asked, “Why are you asking me that?”

Bethany said, “Because Rachael said that you and she wanted me to join you guys for a threesome. I know what a threesome is. You both want to fuck me.”

I tried to be calm as I replied, “We had discussed it but it was mostly Rachael’s suggestion.”

Bethany said, “That’s what she said too. I don’t mind eating her pussy in fact I just finished doing that in my bedroom She tastes okay but Mom and my girlfriend Lori taste much better, especially Mom when she has a fresh load of Dad’s cum in her snatch. I’m hoping your cum improves Rachael’s taste too.”

There was a slight pause while she thought about what she was going to say next. “I really want you to fuck me but I don’t want it to hurt too much. Lori let her brother fuck her and he hurt her bad. He raped her dry. He didn’t care either. Now he rapes her about every month right on her most fertile days too, the bastard. He just wants to knock her up.”

I said, “But she is only twelve.”

Bethany replied, “I know that but she has periods just like I do. You know what they say…if you’re old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to breed.”

I asked, “Won’t you get pregnant?”

She giggled and said, “No silly. The first thing that Mom did when I got my first period was to get me on birth control. Then she ate my pussy right in the doctor’s office.”

Shocked I asked, “Right in the doctor’s office?”

Bethany giggled again and said. “The doctor was a woman. She ate my pussy too and then I got to eat theirs. I like eating pussy but now that I am thirteen I want to try cock too…your cock.”

I smiled and said, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Bethany smiled and kissed me saying, “I’ll be back in an hour then. I want to get ready for you to take my virginity.”

After Bethany left Rachael came in and said, “It wasn’t very hard to get your sister in bed with us, was it.”

I replied, “No! She wanted it as much as you did.”

Rachael smiled and said, “She isn’t the only one either. Your mother wanted to join us in bed too. She likes anal but your father’s cock is to big and hurts her when he gets ready to cum. She’ll be in for a big surprise though, you are just as big as your father is.”

I asked, “How would know?”

Rachael laughed and said, “Because I’ve seen it silly. One night after we first started fucking I took off my panties and let him look at my pussy while he jerked off on the couch. That is why I get to come up here every day without him complaining about you having a girl in your room.”

I had often wondered how I had become so lucky. I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth so I just accepted the fact.

An hour later Bethany tapped on my bedroom door and opened it. She said, “Mom took Dad out to dinner and a movie so we have all night if we want it.”

She was absolutely naked. She had a little peach fuzz on her pubic mount. She was also wearing a short bridal veil, glass slippers, and a pearl necklace.

Bethany said, “Mom fixed my hair into a bun and let me wear one of her costumes. I thought that I could wear white seeing as how I’m a virgin. My hymen is broken thanks to Lori but I’m still a virgin.”

Rachael asked, “Should I add Lori’s name to my threesome list?”

Bethany said, “Probably, but first I want my threesome with my brother taking my virginity.”

She looked at me and said, “How about we start kissing, you play with my boobs, and she gets my pussy good and wet.”

No more needed to be said. We spent several hours pleasing one another. Bethany had too many orgasms to count. Rachael did her part to see to it that I kept getting hard enough to fuck my sister again. I managed to cum in her mouth once and in her pussy four times. Bethany never did find out if my cum improved the taste of Rachael’s pussy…not that night anyway.

When my cock first entered my sister’s virgin pussy we both knew that we were made for one another. It was the perfect fit like her glass slippers. The three of us slept together that night, Mom got Dad off to work in the morning, and then brought the three of us breakfast in bed. She also brought us lunch in bed and dinner too. It was a good thing that we had Monday off from school for Columbus Day and Tuesday off for a teacher’s conference. That gave us four full days together in bed.

After that Bethany and I let Rachael, Mom, and Lori join us in a threesome occasionally but mostly we just to have sex with one another.

Dad gets to fuck Rachael on Saturday nights now but he is tied to the bed and blindfolded. Mom and Rachael like it that way, then they have fun until the sun comes up Sunday morning.

Mom and Rachael both have Dad’s cum in their pussies when he takes them to church. Bethany and I get to sleep in and miss church.

Life can be wonderful.

Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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Daddy

Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

  On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

  Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

  I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

  The three of us walked to the group  of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

 “Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

   Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

  “Isaac?” Nothing.

  “Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

  I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

  A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

  I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

  Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

  Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

  “Uh–I–Yes, princess?”

  I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

  “I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

  My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”

  I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

  “I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

  I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”

  Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back,  still a little stunned by his comment.

“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.

  At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

  The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

  After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”

   The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”

  Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.

  “Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”

  Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.

   "With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

  Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

  "Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.

  Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.

  “I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

  “What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.

  “Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”

  Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”

  I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”

  Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“

  Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“

  I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”

  “It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

  My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

  “Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”

  Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”

  Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”

  “Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.

  I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”

  I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Ughhhhh.” I groaned.

  “Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”

  I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

  The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

  I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

  “Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.

  It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”

  Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”

  Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”

 Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.

  “Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.

  Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

  “I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.

  Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.

  The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

  “Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”

  I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.

  Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

  “Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.

  I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”

  “Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.”  I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

  “Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”

  That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.

  Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove  him wrong, girl!”

  I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard  it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

  I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

  I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.

  I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

  “Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”

  I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”

  I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”

  Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

  He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

  “Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

  By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

  Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

  “C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.

  I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.

  Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.

  “God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

  “I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”

  I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”

  That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

  Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”

  We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.

Dear Argyle,

I hope you never need to find this note. I just need to know someone will understand when I’m gone, if I’m gone. It all started freshman year. 

A silver-haired girl was sitting alone in the middle of the quad, absently chewing a blade of grass. She looked high as a kite, and I was concerned. I had not yet learned what curiosity could lead to, so I walked closer, forgetting every whispered warning I had heard. I wasn’t even carrying anything iron.

“Freshie! Get over here!” It was Flower, the TA from my literature class, and she looked absolutely panicked.

“What’s wrong with–”

“Shut up,” she muttered. Her hand moved briefly in front of her face. Within seconds, her mood ring was back on her finger, but whatever she saw had horrified her, and she pulled me back into the building without saying another word. I caught sight of a form approximating a man in my peripheral vision, standing too close to the girl.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Flower as soon as we got inside. 

“Try not to worry about it, Ada,” she said. “I think he saw you taking an interest, but you might still be okay. They leave the scientists alone. You might not have attracted too much attention.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on? I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me,” I said, like an idiot. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I should have been.

Flower closed her eyes. “I guess it’s better than letting you make it even worse… Bambi and I used to be best friends. A bunch of us, back in the day, used to be happy to be swept up in the revels. We were so naive back then.”

“Wait, so it’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” Flower said, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t believe any of the darker stories at the time, of course. We thought they were just meant to spook us into staying in our dorms and doing our homework.”

“What were the revels even like?”

“Even if I had the words, I don’t quite have the memories, except for faded hints of what we did. We should have realized what a problem that was after the first time, but what we could remember was so intoxicating… We all danced, we all sang, but it was always Bambi they wanted to hear from the most. She had a knack for playing with poetry, turning Renaissance sonnets into mesmerizing songs. It sometimes seemed like the Gentry were only letting her leave so she could come back knowing more poetry, carrying more beauty to share with them. She was never quite careful enough- she loved knowing that her songs had the power to entrance these beings beyond her understanding. After a while, the rest started wondering if we should stop going, if it was really worth it, but Bambi wouldn’t be convinced. She thought we were just jealous, and maybe we were.”

She stopped for a minute. “One night, things got blurrier than usual. Her idiot of a boyfriend was there, I remember that. The kind of hometown moron who wasn’t going to pay attention to the rules. She brought him anyway. Bambi was careful not to say anything about it, but one of the Gentry had been hovering too close to her, and she might have wanted to make some kind of statement by waving a boyfriend in front of him, to say she was unavailable or just to provoke his jealousy or something. I don’t know for sure, but they sure as hell don’t work like humans, I don’t know why she tried it.” Flower sighed. 

“She disappeared that night. Her boyfriend somehow emerged unscathed, and the rest of us wondered if he had traded her name away for his own safety.”

“But she’s here–”

“I’m not finished. People started seeing a doe running around campus. They gave her a wide berth, since she wore an amethyst necklace inscribed with a Latin phrase from one of the poems she adapted. We knew for sure when her boyfriend died in a hunting accident, but no one said anything.”

“It could be a coincidence–” 

“Shut up. It wasn’t. A few months later, Bambi appeared. She wasn’t a changeling, but she was different, emptier. She gets like this sometimes. We all try not to notice when she starts zoning out and eating leaves, or when she disappears. It’s better that way. She’s been doing alright, but we still keep our distance. She has never taken the necklace off, and it says not to touch her. That’s why I had to stop you from getting too close. I don’t know what would have happened if you had.”

I wore an iron ring after that, and made sure to wear gloves when we handled anything containing silver in the lab. I didn’t want to see… 

People kept whispering about Bambi, kept giving her a wide berth. I’m sure you’ve heard about her. She graduated that year, and instantly became a professor of songwriting at EU. Whenever I went home, I would find articles about the mysterious winner of so many music awards, speculating about why she never left town. In the one picture the world has of her, her necklace is turned around to hide the writing on the gems, her eyes are downcast, and her silver hair looks otherworldly. It always stuns me that the general population hasn’t guessed that there is magic surrounding her. 

I’m supposed to be out of here by the end of the month, but I need an art credit to graduate. The only class available was Bambi’s. I should have waited another semester, but I got paranoid that the school was trying to trap me here. I made the wrong move.

I have been writing the most beautiful songs, dreaming dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that leave me feeling wild and exhilarated and fearful when I wake up. Yesterday, in class, Bambi looked at us, her once soft eyes unfeeling and vacant, and announced that attending and singing at an upcoming performance in an undetermined location was the only way to pass the class. Hopefully, it works out fine. After all, Flower and the rest of her friends made it out okay… but I’m not sure. I think I was seen.

If I don’t come back, please just tell my mom I ran away to be a singer. It’s close enough to the truth.

Your friend,

Ada Lovelace


This story was inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s @elsewhereuniversity! Feel free to share!

- Grace Babcock © 2017

Untouchable icequeen Cat Grant.

Or at least that’s the persona she works hard to project.

It keeps people behaving, and it stops all but the most dense of misogynists from trying to use physical/sexual intimidation during business meetings.

But I have a theory/headcanon.

Cat actually doesn’t care. Innocent touches from pretty well anyone are fine. The facade is just a business tactic to keep assholes from mistaking her for soft. Which is why she’s rarely the one to reach out in places she’s supposed to be projecting power, such as her office, or in front of a bunch of unknown government agents in a bar during the end of the world. Which in turn strengthens the facade which keeps regular folks from touching her too.

So even though everyone expects her to snap at people when they touch her, James gets away with holding her wrist to pass her coffee, Kara can touch her arm during the take over attempt (the first time it happened my heart stopped), and later why Kara can hug her in her office. It’s also why she doesn’t bat an eye at the way Winn keeps touching her during all of 2x21. He isn’t doing it with any ulterior motives so he doesn’t get a verbal shredding, or a slap.

They aren’t “getting away” with the touching Cat any more than they’re “getting away” with touching each other. It’s just they’re the only ones brave enough or comfortable enough to have reached out to her.

Queen in the North {Pt. 4}

Originally posted by snows-os

Requested: By some very lovely people, and myself, an actual piece of human garbage

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: Injured!Robb

Word Count: 1,858

A/N: Long time, no see. I don’t know how I let this sit on the backburner for so long, as it is certainly one of my favorite things to write. Now that Robb is absent from my Game of Thrones viewing, I have been coping with this, so I hope that you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated, as always!

Somehow, Robb had managed to disappear. You’d made plans yesterday to meet in the library before going out for a ride. Although you didn’t accompany them on hunts anymore, you did love racing through the woods with Robb and Grey Wind. Ever since Ned had brought the direwolves back for the children, you had wanted one of your own.

He had brought them back when they were less like wolves and behaved more like puppies, really. You had smiled and laughed along with your family, happy that such a small creature had brought them such joy. But, try as you might, you couldn’t hide your want from Robb.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, tugging lightly on a bit of rope that you had procured for Grey Wind to play with.

“I was just thinking that I would very much like a dog.” You sighed, stroking your hand over Grey Wind’s fur.

“How many times are we going to have this argument?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” You laughed, burying your face into Grey Wind’s side.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

When you were younger, you had come to Winterfell convinced that their house sigil was a dog. Robb had taken immediate offense, but to his credit, he bit his tongue for as long as possible. He hid his anger for a long time, but after a few days, he felt that he was going to combust if he didn’t correct you. He danced around the subject for days, before gently sitting you down in the library with the big book of house sigils.

At the tender age of four, you had mistakenly read “Wolf” as “Oelf” and Robb had never let you live it down. He brought it up often enough that you knew that one little mistake as a child was not going away anytime soon.

“Oh, Arya!” you called, spotting her hurriedly making her way around the corner. When she didn’t stop, you quickened your pace, easily catching up with her. “Arya, have you seen Robb?”

Arya took your hand, and resumed her earlier pace, explaining between her shallow breaths. “I have been looking for you all morning!” She paused for a moment, meeting your eyes before casting her glance once again to her shoes, tapping quickly on the stone. “Robb is in the infirmary.”

“I was just in the library, wait- what do you mean that Robb is in the infirmary?” You felt your heart beat quickening in your chest. It was your job to get hurt, and it was his job to baby you until you got better, and then do it all over again.

“I mean that Robb was trying to help Bran with his bow work and something went wrong.” Arya took your hand and tried to lead you to the infirmary again, but you were rooted on the spot. Your mind was a blur, you could barely think straight. “Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt” ran through your mind, a rather uncomforting mantra that was only making matters worse. 

“Y/N, he’s asking for you,” Arya’s voice was calm, somehow drawing you back to the situation at hand. Robb was hurt, and he was asking for you. Arya took a tentative step toward the infirmary, wanting to make sure that you were with her. You met her eyes, nodded your head, and tried to get yourself together before you got to the Robb.

Arya threw open the door to the infirmary, and you felt yourself holding back a gasp. Arya had insisted that he was barely even hurt, that it practically a scrape, but Robb looked as if he was close to death.

“This is why it does you good to get hurt every once and awhile.” You took a seat on the bed by his side, twining your pinky with his. It was a simple act, something that the two of you had done since you were children, who didn’t want to be made fun of for holding hands. Now, it was something that felt like second nature, even if people smirked when they saw it. He gave you a look, one that you knew meant explain yourself before I wallop you over the head. “Well, Mr. Perfect never gets hurt and now a knick in the side makes you think that you are dying.”

You held your breath, waiting for a response. Jokes in times of crisis could go either way. Robb’s laughter filled the room, and you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. It definitely wasn’t as serious as you thought that it was if he was willing to laugh at it.

You caught a glimpse of Abigayle over Robb’s head, rolling a bandage and chuckling to herself. At least she was taking your humor in stride. More than a few people had reprimanded you for your particularly unladylike jokes in times of trouble. But they always made your family laugh, and making them laugh was more important to you than being ladylike anyday.

“But you are okay?” You asked in a hushed voice. As much as it hurt you to admit it, he had scared you.

Robb tried to hold back a reaction, but despite himself his mouth quirked to the side in the annoying almost smile that he had developed when the two of you were younger. But you had been though enough with him to notice when he was holding something back.

You hadn’t missed the look that the nurse maid had given the two of you before pointedly laying down her linens and slipping out of the door, taking Arya with her. Robb tried to sit up, holding back a grimace that if you didn’t know him any better, you wouldn’t have been able to notice.

You reached forward to grab him, to help him sit up. But, before you could, his hands came to cradle your face, bringing your forehead to rest against his. If it was any other time, you would have told him to shove off, but after all of the excitement of the last few days, you needed a moment.

A moment to be alone with him, to just breathe, and accept that everything was going to be okay.

“I’m sorry that I worried you.” Robb said, his voice quiet and timid, afraid to break the silence that had taken over the room.

“You should be, it’s my job to worry you.” You said, attempting to muster a laugh. It didn’t sound like a joke, though. Your voice was shaking just the slightest bit, trying to hide the emotion behind it.

“How could I forget? It is your job to fall off of a horse and then immediately walk directly into a wall. The same wall that has been in the same spot for hundreds of years, might I add.” He laughed, a real laugh this time. A laugh that made him throw his head back and made his stomach hurt just a bit, because he really, truly meant it. And after a few moments, you couldn’t help but join him.

“Well, I don’t want to interupt, but I’ve heard that Bran has maimed my eldest.” Catelyn said, letting herself in. You were about to stand, in order to let her have your place at Robb’s side, but she lazily motioned for you to sit down, taking a spot by the fire instead.

“It was really nothing, mother.” Robb said, looping his pinky with yours again. “Bran’s bow work obviously needs a bit more work, but I am going to be good as new.”

You held in a chuckle. Bran needing more bow work was the biggest understatement that you had heard in your life. He would get there eventually, but you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that someone ended up in the infirmary before he learned to shoot a target. Maybe Arya could help him. She was wonderful with a bow, and even though she was less patient than the boys. Then again, that might be what Bran needed if he was ever going to hit a target. You made a mental note before returning your focus to the situation at hand.

“I’m sure that you will be, after all, it seems that you have an excellent nursemaid with you.” You didn’t miss her glancing down at your hands resting on the bed. You stuck your tongue out at her.

She didn’t reprimand you, knowing that it would only encourage you further.

“Abigayle is wonderful.” you said, eyes shifting to the door that the gray-haired woman had left through a few minutes ago.

Catelyn’s eyebrows arched the slightest bit, and Robb was chuckling to himself.

“I have a feeling that my mother wasn’t talking about Abigayle.” His pinky tightened around yours, not too tightly, but enough to make you understand what he was trying to say.

They were talking about you.

“Well, I haven’t done anything.” You insisted, unsure what they were trying to say.

“We both know that Arya is going to have to drag you out of this room before you leave his side.” Catelyn laughed, standing up from her chair. “Which is why I know that I can take my leave to help Sansa and the girls with their needlepoint.” Catelyn placed a kiss on the top of Robb’s head, and then yours. “I will see you later, my loves. She said, pausing for just a moment in the doorway, before making her way out of the room.

“I don’t see what the fuss is about.” You said, untangling your pinky from his before moving to get a strip of cloth to change Robb’s bandages. Abigayle had given him fresh ones a few hours ago, but with all of the moving around he was sure to need new ones. “I help everyone when they are hurt.”

The look on Robb’s face said that he wanted to say more, and you felt a wave of relief when it seemed that he was going to hold his tongue, for now at least.

You motioned for him to take off his shirt, allowing you a better look at the wound on his side. It was a shallow wound, but it ran the length of his ribcage, jagged and rough against his pale skin. Thankfully, it looked as if it would heal in a few days. Unfortunately, you were left to coddle Robb like a child until he was good as new.

He had a tendency to be clingy when he was hurt. You didn’t honestly know if it was because it truly made him feel better, or if he liked having an excuse to be around you, even more often than usual. Your head said that it was the first option, but it was getting harder as of late to ignore what your heart was saying.

Refocusing on the task at hand, you found that you had been right, and the bandages were nearly soaked through. You made quick work of them, not allowing your fingers to linger any more than was absolutely necessary.

You can read Part Five here!

anonymous asked:

They shy characters do nothing for me except serve to annoy me. The manga and anime made me dislike her not to mention her stans. They try to claim that she "supported" him from day one but she never actually talked to him I don't care if she's shy she could have mustered up some confidence to actually TALK to Naruto when he was younger even if she stuttered when talking to him it's the effort that counts but no she gets credit for just standing from behind a tree & that automatically = support

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I feel like this issue in particular needs a longer answer than just a simple statement of agreement. Because yes, I agree with that. The reason being, that people like Sakura get bashed and thrown under the bus for supposedly not supporting Naruto even though she’s in the top three of his most loyal supporters. In terms of support being shown on panel, I would even go as far as saying Sakura did the most. And I do not appreciate the fact that characters like Sakura, Tsunade, Iruka and Gaara get ignored or even bashed while Hinata gets praised to all heavens by the fandom. The Naruto fandom is extremely selective and biased.

Kishi has stated in an interview that Hinata has been supporting Naruto from the shadows since the start. Notice how he says ‘from the shadows’. It confirms what we critical thinkers have been saying for years. 
Hinata may have been supportive of Naruto in her mind since the beginning, but it did nothing for Naruto, it did not help him at all during his early childhood. It’s no different from people ignoring him or being mean to him because in his mind she was just one of those who ignored him. I would even say that by admiring Naruto from afar for his strength and optimism, all while not being confident/strong enough to voice those beliefs to him to sooth his pain and give him back what she got from him through watching him, she was supporting herself more than Naruto. 
Support is not support when the person who needs to be supported isn’t actually aware of it and doesn’t gain anything positive from it.

So up until the moment Hinata tries to make Naruto copy from her test in the chunin exams, she hasn’t supported him on panel at all.

And this gets confirmed by the many instances Naruto remembers his past in flashbacks and the reader gets to see how he got from being alone and sad to being with Iruka and then with team 7. All the others AND Hinata come after that. Not before.
Most famous example being this page:

This is also proven by Hinata’s first appearance in the manga, when Naruto calls her weird. He has no recollection of her supporting him or being nice to him in a significant way.
And that’s despite the fact that Hinata knew how Naruto had been treated by the villagers, as shown during Naruto’s fight with Kiba when it’s shown in a flashback from Hinata’s POV. Once again she doesn’t voice those thoughts though. After the fight she gives him some ointment for his wounds.

The first time Hinata actually supports Naruto openly that could have or had a positive effect on him was during her ‘Proud failure’ speech. She helps Naruto believe in himself. And he thanks her for that.

We won’t see her support him again for a while. In fact, not until her confession during the Pain invasion. And even there, she calls herself selfish and does not actually voice support for him, she just confesses and gets hurt by Pain. 

Later on, she tries supporting him through giving it her all in the war and helping him snap out of depression after Neji’s death.
If I missed something, feel free to correct me.


Now, moving on to Sakura. When Sakura gets first introduced in chapter 3, she’s rude to Naruto who seems to like her very much. She even goes as far as to say he has it great with no parents scolding him and that this is why he does childish stuff a lot. However, she changes her mind in the very same chapter and vows to be kinder to Naruto from now on, with Sasuke being the catalyst for that change.

A few chapters later we see her share her meal with him.

Ah. You know what, let me try to find every moment she has helped him and/or supported him and his dream. Without me talking in between.

Part 1 finished. Part 2 under the cut.

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Logan Huntzberger stood up to his family in Season 5 because he wanted to be with Rory and they'd only been dating for a week. He stormed out of the house because they said Rory couldn't marry into their family. He then proceeded to date Rory for three years. They lived together and he proposed to her. Later, he also decided to walk away from the family business and get a career of his own. Logan was willing and able to do all of that 10 years ago. Why would he care what his family thinks about who is marrying now? He's 34 years old. And when we left him in Season 7, he had cut off all ties with his family. It doesn't follow that the man who loved Rory enough to give her anything she wanted wouldn't leave Odette to be with her because of the Huntzberger dynasty. How does that make sense? And why wouldn't Rory, who never had a problem asking Logan for what she wanted, say something? She asked him out. She told him she couldn't do casual dating anymore. She's always pushed to make their relationship what she wanted it to be, and she's somehow lost that ability at age 32? Why have both of these characters regressed so dramatically from where they were more than 10 years ago? And if it was going to be written that way, why do we have no insight into their thoughts and motivations? Why don't we know why Logan won't stand up to his family? Why don't we know why he's working for his father again? Why don't we know why Rory won't ask him to leave Odette? Did ASP forget how to write these characters? Could she really not suck it up and watch Season 7 so the characterization was consistent?
The In-Between Part 3

Summary:  This is a college!AU where Sam and the reader attend the same university.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (oral, female receiving, unprotected sex), Angst, swearing

Word Count:  2795

A/N:  This is Part Three, you can find Part One HERE and Part Two HERE.  I loved going back to college so much that this became a trilogy.

Thank you to my lovely pal @wheresthekillswitch for being my MastaBeta on this one.

Italics are the end of Part Two.

The gifs in the body of the story are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

 

The next day you make your way through campus sipping your coffee.  It’s still warm and between the caffeine in your system and the sun on your skin, you’re tentatively excited about the fresh possibilities of a new semester.  You’re not over what happened, you’re not sure you ever will be, but you’re determined to keep positive.  You’re feeling pretty good about everything given the circumstances when you walk into the lecture room.  You scan the room looking for a good seat when your eyes catch view of a head above the rest.  Dimples are assaulting you from across the room, and they are not adorable.

 

You look away immediately, your hopeful mood now murderous.  You find the seat closest to the door and sit down, keeping your gaze to the front.  You’re sure the professor spoke, but you can recall nothing, the only evidence you were there is the syllabus in your hands.  As soon as class is released you dash for the door.  You’re hoping to make it through the quad before he can reach you.  Today is not your day however and when you’re halfway across you hear him call your name.

“Y/N!  Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

His large hand gently catches your arm just under one of the leafy trees dotting the grassy expanse.  Damn him and his long legs, you grumble to yourself.  You spin on him, your eyes shooting daggers, and he leans away from you taken aback.

“What do you want, Sam?”

“I just wanted to say hi and see how you are?”

“Hi and how am I?  Hmm, I don’t know?  Shitty.  I’m feeling pretty shitty, Sam.  How are you?” you ask, your voice dripping sarcasm.

Sam opens his mouth to speak then closes it again.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see you, the way we left things…” he trails off.

“Which time Sam?  The time we slept together while you conveniently forgot you had a girlfriend?  Or the time that you guilted my boyfriend into dumping me?”

His face flicks from ashamed to indignant and he pulls you nearer to the tree.

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Random Headcanons of the Week #3

Hello, everyone!
This time we decided to think about the reactions of some of our favorite characters to a prompt that we found a while ago and really enjoyed:

Reader: “May I ask you politely to slam me into the wall and make out with me?” 


Reinhardt

Actually, watch out how you phrase this question. Don’t say pin instead of slam because he will probably just charge at you and kill you instantly, not even realizing what he’s doing.

Reinhardt would be very sweet about it. He asks if you’re okay with it since you’re not exactly alone at the moment and people might be watching, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.
“Anything I can do to make meinen Schatz happy!” he laughs as he carefully slams you against the wall. Well, you won’t have to worry about any spectators anyways; it’s probably way too hard to see what’s going on behind this lovely giant.

McCree

“Woah, there!” would probably be the first thing he says but, of course, he won’t leave it at that. He leans in a bit closer and asks you to repeat your question.
“I ain’t sure if I understood ya correctly, darlin’. Could you say that again?”
As you quietly repeat your question with a giant blush on your face, the smirk on his lips just grows bigger and bigger. He’ll definitely fulfill your desire.
“Well, guess I can’t say no to that.”

Jack Morrison

He just stares at you for several seconds, slowly processing your words before he becomes extremely flustered. His face turns bright red and he has absolutely no idea what to say as you just keep staring at him unfazed. At some point, he would gather his courage and take a look around to make sure no one is watching the two of you.
“I mean since you asked politely…why not?”

Gabriel Reyes

Your question is originally meant as a joke. You are sure that Gabriel must have noticed the tone in your voice but he just doesn’t care. At all.
“Whatever you want,” he mutters with a smirk.
He doesn’t even hesitate for one single second. There is absolutely no time for you to regret anything or retract your words. Contrary to Jack, Gabriel doesn’t care about being seen at all, he’ll make sure everyone knows you belong to him. 

Junkrat

He’s convinced that you reached a completely new level of telling jokes. He laughs it off but on the inside, he would love to grant your wish. However, he soon notices your determined expression and realizes that you’re far from joking.
“Wait, for real?”
“Yes, for real!”
His face is adorned by the largest grin as he leaves you no room to breathe for the next few minutes.

Hanzo

This poor man is just so confused when you ask him. Why would you want that, especially in public? Where you going crazy? You two barely show any affection outside one of your rooms so this is a completely new topic for him. Hanzo just stares at you for a while, it feels wrong but he still kind of wants to comply with your request. However, he takes his time so you have to take matters into your own hands. In the end, Hanzo is the one getting slammed into the wall and receiving kisses all over his face. It takes him a while but he will be glad to return those. 

Genji

You will definitely need to reassure him that it’s okay. Because of his past as a notorious playboy, he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re just one of many others; he wants you to know that you’re special and the most precious thing in his life.
“I know, love. Don’t worry about it! Now come on, I asked you politely, didn’t I?” you tell him. He lets out a small giggle and starts kissing you intimately, still wanting this to be a cherished moment.


Mei

Since both of you are usually pretty shy, this question absolutely catches her off guard. With flushed cheeks, she asks if you are really sure about this. As you answer in the affirmative, Mei quickly builds an ice wall to shield the two of you from any unwanted spectators. However, you still are the one who has to take the initiative. 

Sombra

She decides to use her abilities to make sure no one would interrupt you. Automatic doors? Hacked and closed. Lights? Hacked and off for the next fifteen minutes. Surveillance cameras? What surveillance cameras? But of course, before things start getting heated, there’s an important question.
“Are we talking about making out or making out?” she questions cheekily.
“If we’re gonna do it, we better do it right, don’t you think?”

D.Va

Hana simply grins at you, offering a deal: “Sure thing, yeobo! But only if you beat me at Street Fighter!” You stare at her confusedly. It is impossible to beat her at any video game; she could just say no if she isn’t feeling like it. But things turn out quite differently: you win. Or rather, someone lets you win.
“You know, you could have just said yes without this whole ordeal, Hana!”
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” she responds as she puts away the controller and starts making her way over to you.

Pharah

She sends you an emotionless gaze for a few seconds before frantically looking around and making sure no one is watching. She wouldn’t admit it but she had a really bad day at work and is more than glad that you asked. From time to time, Pharah really needs a small make-out session to relieve the stress. Who doesn’t? 

Mercy

Angela seems barely fazed by your question even though her cheeks are taking on a slightly rosy tint. She smiles warmly at you and would agree but she notices a lot of Overwatch suddenly running around.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere private later? Seems like a team just got back from a mission so I’ll have to take a look at them, okay?” You nod and she gives you a quick peck on the lips before walking away to the infirmary. The busy doctor will definitely fulfill your wish later in the evening.

Widowmaker

She doesn’t care about any possible bystanders at all. You want a make-out session, you’ll get a make-out session. However, she’s not really sure if she’s doing it right. Amélie needs a surprising amount of reassurance on that topic, she never really knows how to interpret all these feelings inside her or read her partner’s emotions. She has trouble actually telling if you’re enjoying this or not so make sure to tell her.


Bonus: Bastion

The three glasses of red wine affect you in a weird way: the fact that you ask Bastion to make out with you speaks volumes. Bastion lets out a puzzled beep, awkwardly patting your back with one of his arms. Of course, you realize your mistake after a few minutes.
“Right, sorry. You’re…you don’t even have a mouth, sorry. Shit, I apologize, Bastion.”
The robot reassures you with an understanding dweet.

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Aiden x reader

Requested by Anon


You smiled at Aiden when he walked over to you, looking as if he was going to say something until you felt the heavy weight of Stiles’ arm around your shoulders.

“Move along fur ball.” He muttered, glaring until Aiden left.

“Stiles that was mean.” You pointed out but the boy just shrugged.

“Hey you don’t know what he wanted, he could have attacked you.” Stiles warned with a brotherly tone which made you roll your eyes.

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