yes i like her nose this much


L-Corp stands tall and bright, not quite looming overhead, but there’s no mistaking it. Usually when Kara flies over at this time of night, only a few lights are left on, but now it’s a beacon against the stars.

There’s a faint heartbeat in her ears, steady and sure, and Kara follows it as she steps through the doors. The guards barely offer her a glance anymore, waving her through after she steps through the detector. 

Her back aches, and her shoulders protest as her arms hang by her sides. She needs to go home and curl up under the blankets, hide away from whatever is her fate at the hands of Snapper in the morning.

She wants to go see Lena. So she does.

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Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”


“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”


To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.


“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the imagine of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.


Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking of his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he bring his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognize the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognize the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.

anonymous asked:

Oh sorry! That was insensitive of me to assume. But I'd love to hear the features of the foxes that you picture

oh my god don’t even worry about it, how many people are you going to ask “what do you think this character’s face looks like” and get the response “i presume they…have one” lmao. ANYWAY, this is about to get weird:

  • MATT: super tall and walks a tiny bit duck-footed. he bends down to talk to short people (kids. also, neil). has giant hands that he uses to illustrate his point when he talks. pleasant voice, not as low as you’d expect from such a big guy, and speaks with a bit of a new york accent. wears expensive aftershave that smells bright and fresh because he prefers it to the heavy, complex scents his father favours. laughs all the time from his belly, throws his head back when he does so his teeth show bright white against his skin.
  • AARON: wears khakis probably. maybe polo shirts occasionally? boy is kind of about pretending to be from a nicer background than he really is, but generally prefers ugly band tees when he isn’t trying to impress people. short (obviously), slimmer than his brother but still stocky. lots of fine bright gold body hair that curls on his arms and legs. actually styles his hair, with gel and a comb - it’s too long for spikes, but he likes it neat and out of his face. crosses his arms all the time, which makes him look very defensive. which he is, so. deep voice, permanently bored-sounding unless he’s furious or talking to katelyn
  • DAN: super short hair with a really tight curl. she has really amazing luminous brown skin with stretch marks that she doesn’t care about hiding. wears a lot of ¾ running tights and singlet tops to show off the incredible muscle definition of her shoulders (probably not intentional, but it works). average height for a woman. stands like she owns the earth under her feet. loves to wear colours - yellows, greens, soft pinks, etc. knows how to pitch her voice to be heard, so you always recognise her by it when she calls your name
  • ALLISON: tall for a lady, strides everywhere like she should be on a catwalk in ridiculous shoes thanks to the fact that she used to do exactly that. long dark blonde hair that she wears straightened perfectly down her back like a veil. sometimes she puts it into big loose waves too, for ‘casual’ days. wears complex, dramatic scents as her perfume, which works for her even in class (she’s the girl who smells good, according to her classmates). really direct stare - will look long enough into your eyes to make you uncomfortable. stands with her hands on her hips and her feet planted because she read once that it creates a ‘superhero’ effect on your psyche or something. in reality, it just makes her look intimidating, which is fine by her
  • NICKY: swoopy hair! like, dark brown and falls in floppy curls, which he kind of tries to style but mostly leaves (erik once told him it suits him like it is, so). nearly six foot and quite lanky with it. a very kinetic person who you would recognise at 100 paces by his body language - he speaks with his hands, whip quick. talks quickly but not necessary loudly. shuts down and curls inwards when he’s upset. naturally physical, will rest a hand on you without thinking about it, but thinks about it more now after everything with his cousins. flips his hair out of his eyes all the time and has a distinctive twist of his neck and jaw because of it
  • KEVIN: tall. looks like a dick. arrogant tilt of his jaw like he wants to glare down his nose at you. swaggery athlete’s walk. mobile but naturally downturned mouth, sometimes makes him look kind of sulky. half-samoan, courtesy of his father (!!) so darker skinned but probably obsesses about sunscreen anyway in case he wrinkles. very clean-cut in a way that aaron wants to be, hair always carefully groomed and paired with neat clothes. probably mostly wears athletic gear though. broad shoulders, narrow waist, quiet tenor voice, doesn’t blink enough when he looks at you which is only interesting to weird obsessive exy players (most people find it a little too intense)
  • RENEE: the shortest of the girls (5′3″, round about). doesn’t show much skin, but has a smattering of freckles across her face. always smiling. curvy build, broad-hipped but matched with slim, toned legs from cardio. conservative clothes in simple colours. naturally dark-haired, and her roots sometimes show through when she’s too busy to redo her hair. prone to patient silence and stillness, but fiddles with the cross at her throat when she’s anxious or pensive. speaks softly, has a smooth and measured alto voice, the melodic kind you can imagine singing a hymn or lullaby. wears a light floral perfume at her throat and wrists
  • ANDREW: pale green-and-gold eyes, heavy-lidded with disinterest. built like a small tank. preternaturally still when he stops and yet walks everywhere with purpose. light on his feet. doesn’t give a shit about his hair on a daily basis, but doesn’t like it too long so wears it short and messy. it’s medium blonde, was probably white-blonde when he was a little kid. crosses his arms, somehow manages to look threatening - unlike his brother. deep flat voice that you can’t help but listen to because of the deliberate way he speaks. smells like cigarette smoke, sometimes sweat, and the cheap citrus body wash/shampoo shit he buys which is pervasive and kind of weird on him
  • NEIL: his scars are the first thing you notice about him. all lean muscle, narrow shoulders and hips with a long fine neck. sharp fox-jawed face that isn’t masked by his way-overgrown hair. freckles everywhere. hooks a finger into the opposite edge of the bands he wears on his forearms when he thinks. a graceful but efficient mover. gestures when he talks but hasn’t noticed, and it works well for him because people listen. plush mouth that sometimes gives away what he’s thinking even when the rest of him is unreadable. has inherited some of kevin’s dickish stance thanks to overexposure. smells a lot like andrew, because of shared smoke breaks and also sharing body wash

anonymous asked:

A fic that's just Sanvers making out on the couch since the show obviously won't let them. (I'm Salty) lol

“Hey pretty lady,” Alex greets from the couch after Maggie’s key scrapes the lock and she steps inside, and she looks up from her reading and smiles, watching.

Because she told Maggie that she thinks she’s starting to get used to this whole happy thing, but god, she doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to Maggie coming to her apartment like its her own home after a long day at work; doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to the way Maggie’s smile lights up the entire night when Alex’s words wash over her ears; the way Maggie freezes slightly and licks her lips and her eyes flash when she sees Alex in nothing but a henley and pajama pants and glasses, god, those glasses.

And Maggie? Maggie doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to coming home to Alex Danvers, feared and renowned for her ruthlessness, being soft and domestic and vulnerable and relaxed, in her glasses, laying on the couch, waiting for… her. For her to come… home.

So she shrugs off her jacket and she tosses down her gun. She kicks off her boots and she makes sure her eyes never leave Alex’s, because she doesn’t want to miss any nuance of the way Alex watches her, the way Alex’s eyes widen slightly when she takes off her jacket, when she strides over to the couch.

Alex’s couch.

Their couch.

The way Alex gulps slightly and immediately tosses her bioengineering journal to the floor when Maggie says, “May I?” and Alex nods so Maggie straddles her and Alex gulps again.

“I missed you today,” Maggie whispers, stroking Alex’s cheek, and Alex immediately reaches up and mirrors her activity.

“Yeah?” she flirts.

“Yes, Danvers, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Show me.”

Maggie blinks.

“Show you.”

“Show me how much you missed me?” She says it like a question, because it is a question, because she still does need to be shown, not just told, because she still can’t wrap her mind around the fact that someone like Maggie would miss her, would like her, would love… her.

Would come home to her.

“Oh, Alex,” Maggie shakes her head, and she leans down and lifts her glasses, resting them on top of Alex’s head, so she can kiss her eyes, her nose, her temples, her forehead. She kisses her cheeks and her chin and, just when Alex’s contented sighs turn into small, needy whines, she kisses her lips.

They both sigh into the contact, into the kiss, because it’s only been ten or so hours, but god, that’s ten or so hours too long.

Alex parts her lips and runs her hands over Maggie’s hair and Maggie takes the invitation, slipping her tongue softly, gently, slowly, into Alex’s mouth, nearly moaning in relief at Alex’s response, the way her hips roll of their own accord, the way one of her hands wanders down Maggie’s back and grabs at the back of her shirt, making sure she doesn’t let go.

And she won’t.

God, she won’t.

“You good?” Maggie pulls back slightly to ask, because Alex had propped a pillow on the couch’s ledge while she was reading, but couches aren’t always the most comfortable places to be laid down and kissed senseless.

Alex answers by pulling her back down into a kiss, and Maggie does moan softly this time, Alex’s tongue teasing her lips before traveling down her jawline, down to her throat. Her teeth graze Maggie’s pulse point and Maggie’s entire body trembles.

Alex freezes but Maggie shakes her head. “You don’t have to stop.”

So she doesn’t. She marks Maggie’s neck like she knows Maggie likes, and she lets herself get lost in the sounds Maggie makes, the way she smells, the way her skin tastes, in the way Maggie’s hands travel haphazardly across her entire body, always reaching for more, groping at Alex’s breasts over her shirt, making Alex sigh and gasp and smile into her ministrations before shifting to return her lips to Maggie’s mouth, and Maggie kisses her back eagerly, desperately, hotly.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Danvers,” she murmurs in between kisses, in between Alex’s hands exploring her body like a randy teenager, in between her own hands doing exactly the same.

“Yeah?” Alex asks, pausing, and Maggie pulls back to look her in the eyes, in her perfect, perfect eyes.

She smiles softly and tilts her glasses back down from the top of her head onto her face, and she smiles deeper.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Alex,” she reiterates, and Alex melts up into her body.

“I love kissing you,” Alex whispers, because she doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know how else to respond, to the intensity, the thing that looks a lot like love, in Maggie’s eyes, in her voice, in her hands and in her lips.

“Well that’s good, Danvers. Cause I love kissing you, too,” Maggie chuckles sweetly, leaning back down to kiss Alex gentle, kiss her slow, kiss her always.

She makes a map of Alex’s mouth with her tongue, a guide to Alex’s lips with her own, a prayer to Alex’s breathless sighs with her thumb on her cheek, her hand on her waist.

She almost whispers that she loves her, but decides, for now, to show her instead.

And it works – the way her lips part for Alex’s, the way she pays attention to and fulfills her every need, the way she makes out with her like she’s never been made out with, and god, nothing’s ever felt this perfect – because, who knows how long later, Alex’s eyes are glistening and her lips are quirked into a shy smile when she asks, “So you’re saying you missed me. Cause that’s… that’s what I’m getting.”

Maggie chuckles and her heart thrills at the game that’s become their own.

That’s become their coming home.

“Of course, you’re not gonna go crazy on me, are you?”


Maggie licks her lips and shakes her head slightly and kisses Alex again, again, again.


Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 


Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 


Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 


“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 


Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you


Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 


Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.


Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 



Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

anonymous asked:

could you write a blurb about an easter dinner with harry's family/just a dinner with harry's family and something happening and it gets really awkward? could be something about the reader being a hardcore fan of one direction or something like that? idk thank you love

This turned out very light-hearted. Kinda corny, but I hope it gets a giggle or two. Enjoy x.

A Twist of Fate

“I think I should wear my One Direction hoodie,” you teased as you pulled a dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed.

Harry was silent and you wondered for a second if he didn’t like your joke, or if he just wasn’t listening.

“Better yet,” you continued, “I think I’ll wear that t-shirt my friend made me that has your face on it. I cut the neckline so it looks like you’re kissing my boob.”

“Oh God,” groaned Harry.

You giggled, dropping your phone on the bed. With Harry on speaker phone, you began to get undressed.

“What? You don’t want your family to know I’m your biggest fan?”

“I reckon we can leave that part out.”

“You sure? I could tell them about the time I camped out to get tickets, or how I still sleep with my One D pillow cases.”


Although he was chuckling, you could detect a sense of contempt in his voice.

“Oh oh! Better yet, I could read them some of my fan fiction! There’s a conversation starter.”

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Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.


“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”


“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VIII)

Part VIII – “Please teach me gently how to breathe”

You can find every previous part here.


“Open yer mouth.” I ordered with what I thought might be a commanding voice, holding a spoon in front of her stubbornly closed lips. “This jelly actually looks delicious. Ye need yer strength.”

“Yuck.” Claire showed me her tongue in distaste. “Why don’t you eat it, then? I’ve been eating that yellow blob for the last three weeks!”

“Sometimes it’s red.” I pointed patiently. “I ken ye’re tired of being here, mo nighean donn – I have spent enough time in hospitals to last me a lifetime, I assure ye – but ye’re scrawny as a bird fallen from its nest. They won’t let ye leave unless ye put on some weight.”

“Fine.” She replied in a mordant tone, clutching the spoon away from me. “But I can feed myself – I’ve been shot, not taken back in time to when I was two years old.”

“Then stop acting like a wicked bairn.” I offered her a playful nose scrunch. “How is yer pain?”

“About as good as it was two minutes ago, the last time you asked.” Claire swallowed a spoonful of the hospital’s dessert, grimacing. “Are you sure you haven’t been a nurse in a past life? You seem to like prodding and ordering way too much.”

“I’m sure whatever I was, ye were always the one in charge, lass.” I kissed her forehead – marvelling with the freshness of her skin, after so many days of burning fever. On top of her surgery, from which she was slowly recovering, Claire had developed an infection of her suture – which finally had started to heal properly, after days of intravenous antibiotics. Her usually calm and centred temper had suffered with prolonged seclusion and constant fear of a relapse – and undoubtedly she found my constant attentions profoundly tiresome, if amusing and heartening.

“How is my favourite patient?” Denzel asked, entering the room and greeting us with a warm smile. He looked tired, wearing his crumpled scrubs, his surgical cap slightly hanging from a pocket. “I hear half of the nurses in the department are handing in their notices, unless I discharge you.”

“Hardly.” Claire smiled, neatly folding a corner of her sheet after pushing away the lunch tray. She still looked quite pale, with deep dark smudges under her eyes, but her orbs had regained their usual sharpness and liveliness. “But I’ll let you get away with it if you let me leave this damned place.”

“I’ll have to check your dressings.” Denny squeezed my shoulder in a companion manner, before stepping in to expose her abdomen, still covered with fluffy white bandages. “Your labs are back though – your infection parameters are finally down, so you might be in for some good news.”

After some clicking of his tongue – and a heated debate between the two doctors, from which I only understood about half the strange words – it was settled that Claire was allowed to leave the next day, as long as she accepted to come in every two days to check and redress the wound.

“And you have to build up some body again.” Denzel alerted, ignoring her disarming glances with a professional face. “The infection took almost all of your muscle. You need to eat a bit more if you want to heal nicely.”

“Fine!” She conceded, mocking exasperation. “Get me a cheeseburger, then!”

“Take care, Claire.” Denny winked and brushed her hair with a kind hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Will ye go home, do ye think?” I asked slowly, as she adjusted her pillow to settle in for the afternoon, after Denzel’s departure.

“Where else would I go?” Claire gave me a questioning look, softly squeezing my hand.

“Well,” I started, caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “I was thinking ye could come to my place – just while ye heal.” I added hurriedly, trying not to sound desperate and possessive. “My mind wouldna be at ease if ye were alone in her house, almost empty as it is, with no one to look after ye.”

“If you’re sure.” She raised a brow and smiled. “I can be quite the handful.”

“I am.” I breathed out, trying to control the emotions that seemed to ran so close to the surface, exposed and rampant, after her injury. “Bad things seem to happen when we’re apart. I want ye close to me – I want to care for ye, mo ghraidh.”

“It’s settled, then.” Claire grabbed by hand and pulled me in for a rewarding kiss. “You’ll be my private nurse.”


She had protested, assuring me she was quite capable of climbing up the stairs to my apartment – but I saw the effort everything required of her, even standing or laughing too hard – and carried her in my arms, only letting go when I laid her down on my bed.

After helping her change into some comfortable pyjamas, I contentedly sat by the bedroom window, grading some tests from my students, while she took a nap. Once in a while I stopped, my eyes drifting to her, reassuring myself she dreamt within my reach.

I cooked us a simple dinner – roasted chicken with basil and tomatoes, aromatic and homely – and helped her to lay down again, determined to find a place in the sofa or on the floor, where I could sleep close to her without disturbing her.

“Will you sleep next to me?” She asked softly, her brown curls and hawk eyes almost the only visible thing inside the cocoon of quilts I had made around her. “I’d sleep better with you beside me.”

“Aye.” I replied in a husky voice, easing myself under the covers next to her with gentleness, trying not to disturb her with my movements – the idea of causing her any pain made my stomach churn.

I placed an arm around her, reassuring her of my presence – mindful not to put too much pressure over her or to touch her scar. For a time we laid silent, aware of each other’s presence, discovering the intimacy of a bed shared in darkness.

We had been so once before – but at that time she had been devastated, wrecked like a ship after an unforgiving storm, and I had offered her security, a presence of someone who loved her without any demands. I remembered how I had stayed awake, memorizing her until I could recreate her in my heart - believing I’d never see her again, much less hold her in my arms. I wondered if she too recalled that night, when I had offered her the knowledge of my feelings, in the hope that she could use them to heal – and she had.  

I knew she wasn’t sleeping – I’d spent every day and night for the last weeks watching her sleep, until I knew the cadence of her breathing, the comes and goings of her dreams, like a second nature of my own.

She trashed about a little, fidgeting with bedclothes and adjusting her body on the mattress – always laying on her left side, wishing to avoid the tenderness of her upper right quadrant – slowly searching for the contact of my body behind hers, sheltering her like a cloak, two halves finally falling into place.

I waited for her to speak, painfully aware of the desires of my body, feeling her soft arse wedged between my thighs – yet completely restrained by the will of the woman who ruled me.  

A hand came up in the darkness and she placed it gently on my hip.

“I want you.” Claire whispered, almost sobbing. “I need you, Jamie.”

“Are ye sure?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing her face, tracing her lips to find truth in her words in the absence of sight. “I dinna want to hurt ye. I’d die if I hurt ye, mo nighean donn.”

“You could never hurt me.” She replied softly, caressing the length of my thigh. “I can’t breathe while we’re apart. I must have you – please, Jamie.”

I didn’t try to dissuade her again, even afraid as I was that it was too soon, too hazardous. I knew all too well the hunger that moved her towards me, starved for life when death had come so close, when it seemed that each moment could be the last. We had lost and found each other in the past, time and again – it seemed that while we were one flesh, one body, parting us would be impossible. While we were in each other, life – and death – was an afterthought, a remote threat, to which we were immune while moving as one.

I moved impossibly slowly, wishing to give her enough space to retrocede at any time, baring us of as many clothes as possible. I kissed the back of her neck, delighted in the small shivers of her skin next to mine, the testament of her arousal in her hardened nipples. I caressed her body with a worshiping hand, taking time at each new discovery that made her moan and hiss in pleasure.

When I thought her ready – desperately pressing herself against me while clawing at my hair – I held her thigh with a light hand and raised her, slightly folding my legs, so I could enter her. I rocked calmly with her body nestled against mine, letting her command the pace while I carried all the weight of her movements.

“I love you”. She whispered – moaned - tilting her head to kiss my lips. “Jamie.” I felt the moistness of her cheeks mixed with mine, tears of a joy long forsaken, exploding between us with enough force to leave us gasping, deeply moved.

It didn’t take long – I knew she was still weak, stubborn and lustful as she might have been. When I felt her tire in my arms, my hand came around her hips to delicately touch her in time with our movements, smiling as she cried out my name.

Afterwards, I held her against me, my hand brushing the dressing on her belly to make sure everything was in place – feeling the comforting thump of our hearts beating together, close enough to be inside the same chest.

“I was right.” She murmured on the verge of sleep, surrendering to my keeping once more. “Nothing hurts when you love me.”

The end

…for now - End of Section 1

Don’t Stand So Close To Me

Originally posted by kittyseb

Bucky x Reader

Inspired by the song Don’t Stand So Close To Me by The Police

Warnings: NSFW

Bucky stood at the board, right arm raised and writing “War”. God knew he’d seen enough of that. It was the reason he even took this position as professor at this university. After Steve and the team woke him from cryogenic sleep because they found a way to erase the Hydra programming in his mind, they asked him to join the Avengers, full time. But he didn’t want to fight anymore, he wanted to settle down and live like a normal person, for once.

His pupils listened diligently to his lecture, as always. He asked a question and turned around, allowing for appropriate wait time before calling on someone to answer. The students in the front row look perplexed; they stare at him with confused brows and lips pursed together as they struggle to think of something to say. Lucky for them, Bucky, Professor Barnes, is a merciful professor, so he scans the next row. Those students, too, look equally lost. His heart rate picks up as he anticipates his chance to see the next row of students, and one in particular.

He isn’t even embarrassed that his eyes skip over every other pupil and land on her immediately. She looks back at him, a playful glimmer in her eyes as though she knows what he’s thinking. She knows him. Her pink, pouting lips pull up in the corner as she adeptly takes in his situation. She raises one slim hand with feminine, manicured fingernails. He can’t help the proud smile that grows on his face as he has eyes only for his favorite student. He calls her name, his mouth lovingly forming the consonants and vowels.

Her mouth opens, she’s speaking and Bucky can only register a beautiful, twinkling sound as she expertly answers his question. Her hands wave about in demonstration as he nods, signaling that he’s following along with her. He would willingly follow along with anything she had in mind as long as she was talking to only him, the subject of her complete attention. He wants more than just the talking too; he wants to watch her pretty mouth as she cries his name.

Class is nearly over, Bucky realizes with disappointment. He’ll have to wait until next week to see her again. For a moment, he seizes on the idea of asking her to meet with him in his office just to see for a few minutes longer, but he knows that would be too suspicious. His colleagues would most likely see right through any excuse he could come up with when they noticed how much extra time he spent with a beautiful, bright young woman.

As the students walk out of the lecture hall, Bucky turns to begin packing up his belongings. He fills his brown leather briefcase with his lecture notes and is absorbed in his task until he realizes with a hot flush that someone is standing across the desk from him. He knows who it is before he looks up, and he reminds himself that he’s her professor and he’s supposed to be safe, but he knows that he isn’t. If she had any sense she would see that too. She would see the hunger in his gaze, the heat he tries to desperately hide from her.

Bucky finally straightens and looks down at her, a desk the only barrier between them as the last few students empty the room. “Ms. Y/L/N,” he greets her, gripping the handle of his briefcase to keep himself from trying to reach for her.

“Hi Mr. Barnes,” she smiles innocently. He notices that her hands, too, are held back by the straps of her book bag. He wonders if she’s done that consciously as though she longs to touch him as much as he does her. The strap she clutches cuts between her breasts and he wants so badly to be there. His mouth is too dry, he realizes, as his gaze lowers further to the jeans that rest on her narrow hips. She amazes him; his hands would be so large splayed against her smooth skin. He wants to leave a permanent imprint there where anyone else might see it.

“What can I help you with?” He asks, his voice rougher than intended. There are a million things he would love to help her with.

“Well, I was hoping I could maybe meet with you during your office hours?” She sounds apprehensive, as though she’s worried he might say no. Bucky opens his mouth to reply, but she speaks again. “It’s just that I could use some help with my research paper.”

Bucky is immediately skeptical. Every other assignment she’s turned in has been phenomenal, and she had never asked to meet with him before now. He knew she was perfectly capable of turning in A+ material without his help. “Yeah,” he breathes, hoping he sounds casual. “Is there anything in particular you need help with?”

“It’s sort of complicated,” she smiles sheepishly.

“Okay,” Bucky nods, curious. “I have office hours after this class, if you’d like to come now?” He’s aware of how sexual his proposal sounds, but he tests her. He watches her closely to see how she reacts.

It’s almost too much for him to watch, it would bee too much for any man. She bites her lip and looks up at him through thick, black eyelashes. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as she nods in assent. “Yes, please.”

The familiar ache in his groin starts as he swallows. Her answer, “Yes, please”, reverberates in his brain. He longs to hear her beg like that for something else. For something only he can give her. Something he wants to be the only one to give her.

Instead of pushing her down flat against the desk like he wants to, he smirks and clicks his briefcase closed. “Follow me,” he says.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

She follows closely behind Professor Barnes as he makes his way through the halls of their university. She doesn’t need to follow him, she knows exactly where his office is. Since the first day of the semester when she saw him sitting at his desk she’d been transfixed by him. She had to know everything about him. The metal arm just wetted her curiosity.

Professor Barnes was widely considered to be the best looking man on campus. Her friends were jealous of all the attention Mr. Barnes showered her with. She drank it all in, intoxicated by his presence. She tried to ignore the whispering and the teasing, but that wasn’t always possible. Sometimes it’s not so easy to be the teacher’s pet.

She looks from his soft, brown hair to his massive shoulders and arms beneath the navy button down he wears. She can’t help the way she feels about him, it’s all completely new. This has never happened to her before… her professor?! She can’t do anything but listen to her desire and follow where her heart forces her to go. His confidence, his sense of humor, his compassion, and of course his brilliant mind. She’s fallen under his spell and she only hopes that she can get closer to him.

She has spent so many hours fantasizing about him; his hands skimming over her fevered skin, his lips kissing lightly across her neck, the heady sense of being completely dominated by his strong body. She knows that it’s wrong, but it’s the only relief she can get late at night alone in bed.

He watches her. More than once she’s noticed the way his eyes follow her, as though drunk, on the way to her seat toward the back of the room. She deliberately tries to push his buttons to gauge any kind of reaction: adjusting her blouse to expose more cleavage, toying with a pencil between her lips, brushing his hand with hers when she turns in an assignment. She has seen the dangerous predator lurking beneath his calm, cool exterior and it only tempts her even more.

Professor Barnes rounds a corner and walks into his office. As she follows inside, she lets the door close softly behind her. The room is dimly lit by one lamp in the corner and smells of rich coffee. She feels warm and sheds the light jacket hugging her small frame, draping it over a dark red armchair. Professor Barnes eyes her openly as he places his briefcase down upon the dark wood surface of his desk. His hot gaze caresses her and she feels it deep in her stomach, the magnetic pull toward him. As he turns to place a book on the shelf behind his desk she catches a glimpse of his metal hand. She walks over to him, close enough to smell his cologne. He falters for a moment, having detected her presence so near to him. He turns slowly, his eyes already on her face as though he’s familiar with her. She looks up at him, watching closely as his dark gaze drops to her mouth. “Professor Barnes?” She breathes softly, afraid to break the moment. His blue eyes abruptly settle back on hers and he chuckles.

“Please don’t stand so close to me,” he requests breathlessly. It’s a reasonable request. He’s her professor, and she his student. But instead, it comes out like a plea, as though he can’t stand to be so near her without permission to touch her, feel her, kiss her. If she didn’t know any better, she might be hurt, but she knows this is a confession of sorts.

She takes a step back and she’s leaning against his desk. Her fingers glide gingerly across the surface as though it’s a piece of him that she wants to memorize. He still watches her, but now he’s cautious, she can see that in his eyes. He’s guarding himself closely and she respects that.

“So,” he says, his voice gravel against silk. “Your research paper?” He crosses his arms over his broad chest and she is once again reminded how large he actually is. The sudden onslaught of raw masculinity bombards her confidence and makes her feel shy. His sly smirk is back again; softness against the short stubble on his cheeks and chin. She wonders if he knows what he does to her and is playing a game. It wouldn’t be far from what she was doing, or trying to do, to him.

She sighs and sits back more comfortably against his desk. “I’m really stuck on this one,” she admits in defeat, worried about what he’ll think of her.

He cocks his head to the side, “How so?” He seems to be genuinely curious.

“I just can’t figure out what my research topic should be,” she tells him as she pulls her book bag off of her shoulder and sets it on his desk. “I have a list that I was hoping you could look through,” she says hopefully. She pulls out her notebook and flips it about halfway open.

“Yeah, I’ll take a look,” Professor Barnes nods in consent and reaches out to take her notebook.

She hands him her notebook, trusting his advice completely. Without thought, she places her hand on his forearm to still his actions. Beneath her hand he tenses and she realizes what she’s done. She looks from the notebook to his eyes and sees that he’s already looking back down at her. His lips have parted, as if to say something, but no words come out.

She covers her slip-up effortlessly. “Don’t worry about hurting my feelings,” she says with an open, honest smile. “If you think something is bad, just tell me.” Her hand drifts away from him and back to the desk.

Professor Barnes nods and focuses on the notebook page. She sees her flowing handwriting and feels as though he’s looking at a piece of her mind. It makes her feel connected to him and she glances back at his face. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he looks over her work and finally he looks back up. She looks away quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring at her handsome professor.

“I’m going to be honest,” he says. “Like you asked me to.” She prepares for a greater embarrassment. He’s going to tell her that her work is horrible. Nothing good can come from spending all of your time fawning over your professor instead of actually doing your work. Professor Barnes suddenly smirks slyly, as though he knows how much turmoil he’s put her in. “It’s great,” he chuckles, motioning to the notebook. “Honestly, I think any of these topics would be really interesting to focus your research on.”

Relief is sweet and swift as she smiles broadly at him. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” he nods. “You had to know that when you came here.”

She shakes her head, “No? I’ve really had a hard time focusing on this assignment.”

Professor Barnes raises an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe. You’re one of my best students.”

The compliment, and the openly flirtatious manner in which it was given, cause a pink blush to bloom on her cheeks. But she doesn’t want to be one of his best students; she wants to be his favorite student. She wants to be more than just a student to him. “Thank you,” she says politely. “There is actually one topic I had in mind that I didn’t add to the list.”

Her heart pounds heavily in her chest. The guarded look is back in his eyes, but he never looks away. “Oh yeah?” She nods mysteriously and he has to ask, “What is it?”

“It’s a person, actually,” she tells him as she leans back on her hands to lift herself up onto his desk. She is careful not to knock down any of his knick-knacks; a framed picture of Professor Barnes and a blonde man both holding raised beer glasses perches dangerously close to the edge. She looks back up at him through her eyelashes, trying her best to call him closer to her.

“A person,” he muses quietly, looking at her posed on his desk. His gaze drops down to her lips and further down to her chest, her stomach, her hips and thighs. She feels seen as his eyes roam every inch of her body. She sees his grip on her notebook tighten and it gives her enough courage to reach up and take it from him. The muscles in his jaw jump as his watches her let the notebook fall to the floor.

“Mhmm,” she hums, adjusting her position on the desk. She lets her back arch just slightly as she uncrosses her legs and her thighs part a few inches. “They’re someone I’ve been really interested in recently.”

When he takes a step forward her breath catches in her throat. He could easily just pick her up and toss her out of his office for being a silly, little girl thinking she could seduce a man like him. But, he could just as easily pick her up and have his way with her. His hands are clenched in fists at his sides as though he isn’t ready to touch her just yet.

“Who?” He orders, and his voice is deeper, darker. This is a different Professor Barnes, but the thrill she feels just intensifies. The anticipation is almost unbearable but so, so delicious.

“Who?” She echoes, pretending to misunderstand. She doesn’t want to give it up, not yet.

He knows the game that she plays. “Tell me who,” he commands in his authoritative, powerful tone. It leaves no room for silly antics or coy flirting. She wonders if she has pushed him too far. He leans in closer to her, close enough for her to touch him without reaching far away at all.

She swallows and hesitates as she realizes that this is her last chance. She can say someone else’s name, or say nothing, and then go back to the way things used to be. Or, she can tell him what she knows he wants to hear, the truth, and wait with bated breath for his response.

She knows what she’s going to do and she musters up her courage. She looks into his eyes and relishes in the heat she sees there. “You, Professor Barnes,” she whispers.

He closes his eyes and then hangs his head. She pities him for a moment, realizing what position she has put him in. But then his hands, one flesh and one metal, are flat on the desk on either side of her, almost touching her, trapping her in place. He lifts his head just a bit so that he’s looking at her gravely. “Do you really want this,” he chokes out. “You know what it means.”

She does know. He is her professor. She’s asking him to break the rules. “Please, Professor Barnes,” she pleads.

He mutters a shocking curse and pulls back from her, regarding her with the most overtly sensual look she has ever seen. She feels naked before him. He’s almost shaking and desperately trying to keep control, she notices, only because she feels the same way. Before she can make the first move, he speaks: “Lock the door.”

Her stomach clenches and she takes a quick breath when she realizes that he means to go through with it. He wants her enough to ignore the university’s rules, society’s rules. She slips off the desk and turns her back to him, reaching the door in only a few strides. She turns the lock on his door and feels sudden warmth behind her, against her back.

“So long,” he whispers into her hair, and she knows exactly what he means. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Since the first day you walked into my class.” His voice is gentle, but steel.

“I know,” she says softly. “I see the way you look at me.”

“You do, don’t you?” He chuckles as he reaches up to brush her hair away to one side of her neck. “You’ve been teasing me on purpose, then?”

She pushes back so that she’s completely pressed against him. Her bottom is flush against his groin and she feels that he’s hard already. She doesn’t know what to say, other than, “I want you. So badly.”

Professor Barnes suddenly grips her face in his metal hand, but it doesn’t hurt. He turns her face until her lips are only a breath away from his. “Then you’ll have me.”

His lips finally meet hers in a gentle kiss, so unlike his demeanor only moments ago. His tongue slides against her bottom lip and she opens for him immediately, not willing to deny him anything or any part of herself. He pushes her farther until her hips are pressed between his and the office door. She is absurdly thrilled by the idea that the rest of the university could be walking by, unaware that she is being thoroughly ravished by Professor Barnes.

The metal hand leaves her face and both meet her hips to spin her around. His mouth still plunders hers, not leaving for even a breath, moan, or sigh. She reaches up and grabs onto his shoulders, afraid that without the support she’ll melt onto the floor.

He’s pulling her back and she stumbles over her own feet in her haste to follow him. He catches her and gathers her in his arms easily as though she weighs as much as a feather. His hands grip her ass and she wraps her legs around his waist, trying to get as close to him as possible. He maneuvers her back to his desk and sets her down upon it. The picture frame falls to the floor with a loud clatter. She breaks away from his mouth with a gasp, “I’m sorry!”

“Come here,” he growls, ignoring the broken frame completely. With both hands he slides her back to him until their hips are pressed tightly against each other’s. She lets out a quiet moan at the contact. His hands slip beneath her shirt and cover her bare skin. Her head tilts back in ecstasy, the feeling of his intimate touch almost too much after all this time.

She tugs at his buttons while he kisses the delicate skin along the column of her neck. The last button at the bottom of his shirt is the hardest to get undone, she can barely focus on the task at hand as his hand roam from her back to her chest, grabbing her breasts through her bra. When she manages the last button and pulls his shirt apart, she can’t believe the body her professor has been hiding. Her hands run along the tanned muscles of his chest and abdomen. His skin feels hot beneath her cool hands.

“Take this off,” he orders, pulling on her blouse. They break apart so that she can pull it over her head. He stares fixedly upon her breasts as soon as they’re uncovered. Softly he runs a finger from the side of her neck down between her breasts, across her stomach and to the button of her jeans. He looks up at her, out of breath, and says, “You’re beautiful.”

She smiles and blushes, looking down, his intense gaze almost too intimate. His hands slide up her back to the closure of her bra and as he works on unhooking it his lips capture hers in a kiss that makes her core wet for him. “I knew you were beautiful,” he says while peppering her cheeks, neck, and collarbone with soft, toe-curling kisses. “But now you’re mine,” he breathes against her breasts as he tugs the bra from them, leaving them bare. He fills his hands with them, savoring their weight and silkiness. He closes his eyes and drags his face across them, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her skin until her nipples harden beneath his fingers. He kisses them and sucks one nipple into his mouth, causing her to moan.

“Professor Barnes,” she pleads, reaching out for his hips. She skims across the waistband of his fitted dress slacks until reaching the button that keeps him from her.

He places one hand on hers. “Not yet,” he denies her, but presses her hand against his hardness. “Let me see you.”

He pulls her from the desk and almost immediately has the button of her jeans undone. She shimmies her hips as he pulls them from her, leaving black lace panties vulnerable to his heated gaze. He tosses her jeans onto the red armchair with her jacket. His hands are back on her hips and he kneels before her, his eyes never leaving the junction of her thighs. She slides her hands into his hair feeling the softness of the dark strands. She watches through hooded lids as he leans forward and places a kiss against the inside of her thigh. He kisses once more, closer to her center, but doesn’t touch her there. She sighs in frustration and he smirks, but still doesn’t look away. He hooks two fingers on either side of her panties and tugs them down. She is completely revealed to him and he stares for a few long seconds before standing up, righting himself. He gazes down at his student as though he wants to eat her up.

“Sit back up here,” he instructs her after his close inspection, motioning to his desk. She obeys and leans up for another scorching kiss. Her hands again find his hard length, but this time he doesn’t stop her when she tries to remove him from his pants. As she pulls the pants away from him, his hardness springs free and she is momentarily stunned. She is in her professor’s office, completely naked and sitting on his desk, waiting to be fucked. She swallows and licks her lips, looking up at him in a silent question: “What now?”

Professor Barnes growls and places one large hand between her breasts. He pushes her back, further and further back, until she’s lying flat against his desk. With a hand on each of her knees, he spreads her legs until he can see her soaking core. “I want to feel you for the first time this way,” he says so quietly that she barely hears him, or the pounding of her heart is just thudding too loudly in her head. She realizes that what he says implies there will be more of this, and her heart skips a beat. He fists his cock and guides it toward her. She watches as though she is in a dream as he slides himself against her wetness, coating himself or teasing her, or both.

“Professor,” she pants impatiently. He grins up at her and finally pushes inside of her. The stretching feeling is so erotic, so painfully sensual that she gasps, but she cannot look away from the obscene display before her. He pulls his cock from her and slowly slides back in. He too is watching their joining, unable to believe this isn’t a dream. She reaches her hands up for him and he immediately falls forward, covering her body with his. His lips latch onto hers while he pumps himself inside her, his pace quickening with every thrust. She holds on tightly with both arms, one around his back and the other around his neck, cradling his head. Her hand buries into his hair as she is assaulted with the smell of him and the smell of their sex.

He groans her name and she knows he is already so close. She kisses the side of his face, his neck, his chin, anything she can get her mouth on. Their breathing is fast now, but they know they have to be quiet. They can’t be as loud as they want. There could be a class in session just across the hall.

His eyebrows are bent in concentration and pleasure as he rests his forehead against hers. She is eliciting quiet, rhythmic moans now as he pounds into her and he smothers her mouth with his to quiet her. Next time, he decides, he’ll take her home with him and they can be as loud as they please. He wants to hear her pretty moans and breathy sighs while he takes complete control over her body.

Her skin feels hot all over and she knows she is getting close. She tries to pull him closer against her, but that’s impossible; their bodies are already locked tight against each other’s. Her head falls back against the desk and lolls to the side, which he takes advantage of. He bites and kisses a trail along her neck until her breathing comes in quick, erratic gasps. Professor Barnes palms her breasts as he thrusts as hard as he can and finally, she breaks apart. Watching her lose herself in the pleasure he gives her makes him come, and he holds her closely as they both come down from their highs.

She runs her hands through her professor’s hair as his breathing slows. She smiles in contentment at his silly grin when he rests on his elbows over her. He bends down to place a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. The emotion there touches her deeply, and she tucks his hair behind his ear adoringly.

“I have a class to teach in five minutes,” he says, and instantly they are both laughing. He pulls back from her, only just then removing himself from inside of her.

“Is there a student like me in your next class?” She asks, but she already knows the answer. All of the girls at their university want her professor; he’s the subject of their schoolgirl fantasies.

“There are no other students like you,” he says, and the expression on his face is complete seriousness. “This isn’t something I’ve ever done before.” She feels shy again as they begin picking up their articles of clothing from around his office. When she reaches for her panties, he beats her to it and collects them in his metal hand. When she looks at him in confusion, he grins and tucks them in the pocket of his slacks he’s already fastened around his sinful hips. “I’ll give them back next week, if you come to my office for another appointment.”

“An ‘appointment’?” She laughs, as she pulls on her jeans.

Professor Barnes bends down to pick up the forgotten, now broken, picture frame and sets it on his desk. It will remind him of her while he works. He is buttoning his shirt back up. “Fine, a date. Would that be better?”

Her heart stutters and she grins, “Okay.”

Professor Barnes picks up her blouse from the floor and hands it to her.

“Thanks, Professor,” she smiles gratefully once she’s fully clothed. He smooths her hair back into place and kisses her softly on the lips.

“Call me Bucky,” he says, then grins wolfishly. “Except when we’re in class.”

Skam week. Part 14

Idea explained here.

You can find all the parts here.

Wednesday 1:01pm

They were all still in the same position they had been the whole morning. After having breakfast they had spent some time talking, laughing at the most random things. When Sana and Isak had started talking about biology Even decided that it was time to stop the talking and do something else or the rest of the guys would fall asleep. After receiving a death glare from both Isak and Sana who acted offended at the fact that they would consider biology boring, Even convinced them that it would be way more funny to watch some things he had been filming for a few months now. Well, actually Sana didn’t need much convincing, as soon as Even mentioned that some of the videos included Isak dancing to lame pop songs, she was in. Isak on the other hand didn’t like the idea of everyone watching those videos, especially since he didn’t even know half of them existed. But a “baby, believe me, you look really hot in every video, I’m sure you’ll love it” from Even was enough to make him stop complaining.

The truth was that the videos were actually really good. And they weren’t only about Isak but about all of them. Everyone was in there, even Sana. Even had filmed them at school, at parties, chilling at home.

There was one video, from a party that took place a month ago, in it you could see Sana, sitting in a couch alone while the rest of her friends were drinking and dancing. That’s how it always was, whenever they were at a party her friends would forget about her and enjoy themselves without her. Not that she was blaming them, probably she could’ve tried harder to fit in, but the truth was that she hoped they would accept her just the way she was. The camera focused on Sana for a moment and then went black before another video started, one with Isak trying to cook at his and Even’s apartment.

She could feel Even’s eyes on her, he was clearly checking out if she was okay after watching that video with her at the party. And now that she thought about it, she could remember that day specifically. She had been sitting in the couch of whoever’s apartment that was, alone, and she had felt a pair of eyes on her, just like Even’s now. Moments later Even had sat with her in the couch and had spent the rest of the night talking to her. Isak had also joined them half an hour later. She hadn’t thought much of it in that moment, but now, watching the video it was clear. Even had realized that she was alone and had made her company for the rest of the night.

She turned to look at Even who was still looking at her and smiled as a way to say thank you. He nodded and focused again in the TV. There weren’t more words needed.

“Guys, we should get going if we want to see the parade” Magnus said standing up.

“Do we have to go?” Jonas asked

“Yes! And good news, Vilde and the girls are coming to” Magnus said

“DO WE HAVE TO GO?” Jonas repeated rolling his eyes.

“Hey!” Magnus said offended

“Um…I don’t think I’m going, but you guys can go” Sana said standing up and picking up her things to leave

“Actually, Isak and me aren’t going so you can stay with us Sana while the rest of the guys go,  if you want” Even said

“We’re not going?” Isak asked confused, that was a new plan

Sana could see Even saying something to Isak with his eyes, something only Isak could understand.

“Yup, guys, Even, Sana and me are staying but you can go” Isak said

“Can’t Magnus go and Jonas and I stay too?” Mahdi asked

“Nope, we can’t. Come on Mahdi, Mags, let’s go” Jonas, who had paid attention to their friends expression said.

“I thought you didn’t want to come” Mahdi complained

“Changed my mind, come on” Jonas said pushing both Magnus and Mahdi out of the door.

“You didn’t have to do that” Sana told Isak and Even once the rest of the guys had left.

“What do you mean? We don’t really like parades. We rather stay here with you” Even said

“Come on, Even. I would believe that of Isak, but you? I know you’re dying to film the parade, or well, film Isak watching the parade” Sana said

“She has a point” Isak said laughing

“It doesn’t matter. You’re our friend and you seem like you can use a friend right now” Even said.

Sana bit her lip and nodded compulsively trying to hold back the tears.

“Oh, come here” Isak said standing up from the floor and guiding Sana back on the couch. Then he sat down too, between Even and her.

“What’s going on?” Even asked “You can tell us”

“I’m so sorry…”Sana whispered “about what happened on Friday. I’m so so so sorry”

“Sana! It wasn’t your fault” Even said

Yes it was because…” she stopped mid-sentence and looked at Even, then at Isak and then back at Even. She wasn’t sure how much she could say in front of Isak.

“It’s okay, Isak knows what happened at Bakka. Everything.” Even said nodding

“He does?”

“Well, it’s not like I could hide it any longer after he almost had his nose broken”

“I’m so sorry” Sana said again

“Oh, come on Sana, it was a joke. He’s alright”

“Yeah, I’m a tough guy” Isak added

“A tough guy that cried like a baby while the nurse cured him, but yeah, a tough guy” Even teased making Sana laugh.

“Thank you for being so nice but it really was my fault” Sana said


No, Even, it really was my fault. I invited them. I knew you were going to be there and I invited them. I had my own personal reasons but I also hoped that if you saw each other you would work things out. It wasn’t my decision to make and I’m sorry”

“Sana…you didn’t force us to fight. Yeah, you invited them, but the fight wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault and everybody’s fault at the same time. It was just a series of misunderstanding and you had nothing to do with that. Believe me” Even affirmed.

It’s not just that, is it?” Isak asked “Something else is going on with you”

Sana looked at them considering whether she should tell them everything that had happened on Friday or not. The truth was that she hadn’t told anyone yet, not everything. Yes, she had told Elias some things but not the whole truth and she felt like she really needed to tell someone. Maybe Isak and Even were the ones.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to but we’re here if you do want” Even said

“I think it’d be nice to tell someone…” Sana said

“Then we’re here. It has something to do with the girls, right? That’s why you’re not with them”

Yeah…I guess you may have noticed that we’re not as closed as we were”

“Kind of” Isak admitted.

“Well, um…we needed money to pay the bus so I convinced Sara and her friends to pay for it while I was still the boss. But then she started to leave me out of things, like groups and parties and things like that. And at first I thought I was being paranoid but then after the fight I was in the bathroom and I heard some pepsimax girls talking about Sara wanting to throw me out off the bus”

“What?” Isak asked

“Wow baby, your ex-girlfriend likes to play dirty” Even said

“Can we focus?” Isak said rolling his eyes “Sana, continue”

“Yeah…I wasn’t really surprised about her wanting me out of the bus to be honest but what really hurt is the thought of the girls knowing and not telling me, like I don’t know maybe they don’t know about Sara’s plans but they’ve been so closed lately…and also the girls said something about Vilde saying mean stuff about me and my brother behind my back. And I just…I felt so alone” as hard as she was trying not to cry, some tears started to fall down her face “Like I know I have Elias and I have you guys, but I just feel alone ‘cause I also thought I had him and then I saw him kissing her and realized that it was all in my head and I just, I can’t face any of them even if it’s not their fault that I had been imagining things but still it hurts every time I see them and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it and I just…”

“Sana, relax, breathe, just breathe” Even said worried. “That’s it, inhale, exhale…just like that”

Sana followed Even’s instructions and tried to calm down.

“Okay, now go back ‘cause I think I’m lost here. Who’s he? Who’s she? Who was kissing who?”

“Yousef…”she sighed “He is Yousef”


“You don’t know him, Isak” Sana said

“Acar? Yousef Acar?” Even asked

Sana nodded.

“Was he on the fight?”

“He was the one that tried to stop it, actually” Even told his boyfriend

“He did?” Sana asked surprised

“Yeah, he did. But no one would listen to him” Even said, then he added “So, what happened between you two?”

“Well…we were getting closer, or at least that’s what I thought. We would text and talk and play basketball and he would look at me like…I don’t know…”

“Oh, I know. Yousef has been giving you hearteyes  since I’ve known him” Even affirmed

“Well, apparently it doesn’t mean anything ‘cause I saw him on Friday…kissing Noora”

“Noora?” Isak asked confused “Isn’t Noora still with William?”

“She isn’t…she actually found out on Friday that William has a new girlfriend…and that I knew that. And she’s been showing signs of being interested in Yousef. So I guess that on Friday, she finally confirmed it. When I got out of the bathroom they were kissing”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like Yousef”

“Yes, Even, I think I know a kiss when I see it”

“Have you talked to them?” Isak asked “Have you asked them to explain it to you?”

“No. Of course not, because if I ask them they’ll know that I have feelings for him”

“Yeah but…maybe there’s a reason why that kiss happened, one that you don’t know about”

“What reason could there be, Isak? Other than them liking each other” Sana rolled her eyes

“Okay, story time.” Even said “After I kissed this boy for the first time, in a pool all Romeo and Juliet kind of thing, I told him I was going to break up with Sonja. But then I freaked out and well…”

“I saw him kissing Sonja at a party” Isak finished “And it broke me, I felt stupid and like I didn’t mean anything to him”

“Baby…”Even whispered holding Isak’s hand

“But look at us now. We talked things out and now we’re better than ever” Isak brought Even’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently

“You’re so disgustingly cute” Sana said wiping away the tears from her face

“The thing is that I think you should tell them how you feel and give them the chance to explain themselves. You won’t lose anything trying.”

“I don’t know what I fear the most…they telling me that the kiss meant something…or him telling me that he did have feelings for me…I won’t ever be what he needs” Sana whispered

“I think that’s something he has to decide…and if you want my opinion, I think he’d be a full if he didn’t want you” Even said “Am I right?”

“I already said it, I’d ditch myself for you Sana”

“Thank you guys” Sana smiled

“Also, the advice works for the girls too. I think you should talk to them, tell them how you feel and what you heard and see if they support you” Isak said “And if they don’t then it’s their loss. In our squad there will always be a free spot for you”


“Evak is always here for you” Even added smiling

“You call yourselves Evak?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow

“He does, I don’t. It was Magnus idea. I’ve tried to make him stop using it but he won’t listen to me” Isak said rolling his eyes

“Oh come on baby, you know you love it” Even said kissing Isak’s cheek

“Okay, I get the boys now. I think I’m going to leave you two” Sana said standing up

“Sanasol! Don’t go, we will behave” Isak begged

“It’s okay, I have to go anyway. I have a lot of things to think about”

“Fine, but remember that we’re always here if you want to come back” Even said standing up and walking her to the door, followed by Isak

“Oh, I almost forgot” Sana said “Elias asked me to tell you, both of you, that he’s sorry about the fight”

“You can tell him that it’s okay. We’re cool”

“I really think he misses you”

“Yeah, I miss them too…Maybe one day we will work things out”

“I really hope so. Thank you again guys, for everything”

Isak and Even nodded and she turned around and left. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She still had a lot to think about, she wasn’t sure if she was going to take Isak and Even’s advice, but she felt relieved after being able to tell someone the truth.


4th update of the day

I haven’t written exactly what happened at Bakka or at the fight because since we don’t really know I don’t want to make assumptions

Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 8

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The  premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 8

“Found anything?”

Claire squinted up at Jamie. “No, false alarm. Still looking.” She rose from her crouch by the stream, rubbing her back and stretching her arms. “I see you had better luck, though?”

A glistening string of trout hung from his hand, swaying gently. “We willna go hungry today, that’s for sure.”

He extended his free hand to Claire, and she took it gladly. “You want to stay another day, then?”

“Aye – there’s no rush to go back, Sassenach. The bairns and house can mind themselves for a wee bit.” He squeezed her fingers, squinting into the noon sun. “You and I – we need this time. Not that we don’t get time at home, but it’s different, now, ken?”

She stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. They’d been at the cottage two full days now – two languid, heavenly days. They hadn’t spent this much time alone together since the Rising.

Claire hadn’t realized just how much she needed this time with him. No children, chores, patients, nieces and nephews, servants, or tenants to distract them.

They’d talked and talked and talked. About small things, shared memories, hopes, and dreams. Making love whenever they felt like it – near the fire, on the settle, in the grass atop Jamie’s plaid. The same plaid he had proudly worn since they arrived.

He hadn’t worn a plaid daily since Brianna was born. Seeing him in his kilt and plaid, a string of fish in one hand, the sun lighting his hair from behind, she stepped back almost twenty years.

“It’s nice to have the quiet. As long as I’ve got you to share it with.” She turned to him, and he met her smile.

“Aye. Wi’ ye by my side, mo nighean donn, I know I can do anything.”

They’d reached the cottage – Claire held the door open for him and stayed in the doorframe, admiring how the back of his kilt gently swung back and forth in tandem with his bootsteps.

“We’ve a bit of bread from Mrs. Crook, no? That should go well wi’ the fish.” Jamie knelt before the fire, wakened the coals, and started skewering the fish to roast.

“Sounds lovely.” Claire shut the door and strode over to the small table, laying their two plates side by side and unwrapping the last hunk of bread from Lallybroch. Behind her the fish sizzled and popped over the fire.

She surveyed the small room. It had been the ultimate decadence to leave their bed unmade this morning – their pillow in the center, her spare shift askew at the foot, Jamie’s trews in a pool near the head. It looked like a bed shared by lovers – not a respectable married couple.

Claire softly smiled to herself as she sank into one chair and watched her husband cook their supper. Just being in the same room as him – sharing each other’s company, sharing the same space – was enough. He was enough.

“Didn’t you tell me once that fish were not an unprecedented wedding gift?”

He turned to her, grinning. “Aye. Yer memory of those three days seems a lot sharper now than it’s ever been, Sassenach.”

She returned his smile. “Now that I think of it, they were among some of the happiest days in my life.” She paused, thoughtful. “Tell me – what were the happiest days of your life, Jamie?”

He extended one hand for a plate and she gave it to him, watching him remove several charred fish from the grate over the fire. “Hmm. The days the bairns were born, to be sure. The day I received my pardon and knew I was back at Lallybroch for good. The day William put on his plaid by himself for the first time. The day Brianna punched that Chisholm lad in the mouth for insulting ye.” She grinned and switched the full plate for the empty one. He lay the last of the fish on that plate and rose to sit next to her.

“Aren’t you missing a few?”

He eased his chair closer to hers so that their thighs and knees touched. “Weel, there’s the obvious ones, then. The day we wed. The day ye chose me, that first time at the stones.” He kissed her cheek. “Do ye think it possible to realize ye’d had a good day only years afterward?”

She squeezed his bare knee and took a bite out of one fish. “Mmphmm. I think so. What do you have in mind?”

He tore a hunk of bread and lay the rest on her plate. “The day I met ye – when ye mended my shoulder and tended to the gunshot wound.”

“Why would that be happy, Jamie? You were hurt, I kept you from bleeding to death, you were an outlaw in the company of your hostile uncle.” He raised a brow, but she interrupted. “And don’t tell me some nonsense about how you were happy to be with me, because despite what you’ve told me there’s no way you fell in love with me the first time you saw me.”

He grinned. “Weel, I actually fell in love wi’ ye the day after I met ye – and I’d add that to the list. No – that day, Sassenach, was happy for me because the path of my life changed. Had it not been for ye tending to me at the castle, or being someone I could talk to – I dinna ken what other kinds of trouble I would have gotten into.”

She cast her eyes down to her plate, focusing on a pile of neatly stacked fish bones. “And you like where that path has taken you, then?”

He nudged her chin up and met her gaze. “It led me here, to this moment, with you. Aye, I do like where it’s taken me.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Tell me – what are your happiest days?”

“Besides the ones you mentioned? Well – I could say the end of the War – the World War. But I was so numb to everything then that I wasn’t really happy because it was over, only because it meant I could go home. And – I suppose the day I chose you the second time at the stones. And if you were happy on the days the children were born – I was happy on the days I told you I was pregnant.”

Slowly, thoughtfully he turned his body and rested his forehead against hers. He grasped her hands tightly. “And the day at the abbey – in the spring – when ye told me about Faith. Claire, I – I canna tell ye how much that little bit of joy healed me, after – ” He swallowed.

“Shh. Don’t think about that, not now – please don’t think about that.” She gathered him close and pressed his face into her neck. “Come back. You’re here, with me. Wearing your bloody kilt for the whole world to see. And I’m eating your burned fish and letting you get my shift all wet with snot because I love you, you idiot.”

He laughed softly and raised his head to kiss her for a long while.

“Ye taste like fish,” he said some time later.

She butted her nose against his. “And whose fault is that, do you think?”

He kissed her cheek. “Thank ye for bringing me back, just now” he said softly. “I dinna think of it every day anymore, and ye ken I dinna dream of it as much as I used to. But it’s still – there – almost like I can touch it. And I dinna think it will ever go away.” He swallowed. “That’s another of my happiest days, Claire – the day ye used yer magic to save me at the abbey.”

She traced her thumb against the “C” she’d carved into his hand the previous day. His wounds had long ago healed – and daily exercises with his ball of rags had almost restored the hand and fingers to their full range of motion. She’d given him a small gift when they arrived at the cottage – a jar of cream she’d made herself, after hours of boiling down goose grease and camphor and other fragrant herbs, which she’d rubbed into his aching hand and fingers every morning and night since they’d arrived. He’d said it helped relax the muscles, easing the pain she knew he had lived with daily since the hand had been injured almost twenty years before.

“It wasn’t magic. Just a bit of acting, and opium. And determination, I suppose.”

“It was magic, Claire. To me.” He kissed her eyelids. “I want to tell ye something, and I dinna wish ye to think I’m daft.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m worried already.”

He sighed. “I have thought so many times about all the things that happened right when we were first acquaint. How many wonderful and terrible things happened to us. And how many of those things in those first years were due to Randall.”

She squeezed his fingers. “Jamie – ”

“He ruined my life, and Jenny’s life, and your life. He is the reason my father is dead. He kept me from my home and family for years. He is the reason Faith is dead. He is the reason I have a crippled hand.” His voice was thick – and when she met his gaze, his eyes swam with tears. Overcome, she released his hand and cupped his cheeks.

“Jamie, stop. I know all this. Don’t bring him in here, between us now.”

He shook his head. “But Claire – had he not had me arrested and flogged and caused me to leave Scotland, I would have never been wi’ Dougal and the others when Murtagh found you, right after ye fell through the stones. He made the marks on my back, but it’s those marks that got me talking to ye right away – got me trusting ye and telling ye about the price on my heid. And I marrit ye to keep ye safe from him.”

He swallowed and breathed deeply. “And then - sometimes I wonder whether I ever would have had a chance wi’ you, if things had been different,” he said quietly. “I would have had much more to offer ye, had it no’ been for him. I would have had a chance to win your heart the proper way, by courting you over weeks and months. And giving ye the proper wedding ye deserved – no’ a ceremony held by a bribed priest, under the threat of violence from my uncle, and attended only by strangers.”

Her fingers trembled. She grazed his thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears. “Jamie –”

His eyes, wild, met hers. “Claire – don’t ye understand? I never would ha’ met ye, never would ha’ married you, never would ha’ lived had it not been for him.”

She had no words. Silently she pulled back her chair and led him over to the bed, easing him to sit on the edge while she knelt before him.

Jamie’s eyes, unfocused, were far away. “So I canna truly hate him. Even though I should. Even though I forgave him long ago. He gave me the greatest gift I ever received – you, and our life together.”

She gently eased off his boots before standing before him. She undid her hair. She unbuttoned her shawl and flung it on the bed. She undid her stays and dropped them to the floor. She slipped out of her gown and tossed it behind her – all the while watching Jamie’s gaze.

When she was finally in her shift she saw him startle and look up questioningly to meet her eyes.

“Welcome back,” she said softly.

He gaped. “Christ. Claire. I -”

She eased toward him and sat astride his knees. “Are you here now, with me? Because if I have your attention, I have a few things to say to you.”

He nodded and placed a large hand on her thigh. He buried his nose in the valley between her breasts, breathing deeply.

She twined her fingers into his hair and held him close. “All of what you said may be true, Jamie. It’s remarkable how such small choices – such small events – have such incredible impacts on our lives. Like how if I hadn’t seen those forget-me-nots at Craigh Na Dun, I never would have touched the stone. Never would have found you.”

He inhaled and exhaled – big, deep breaths – and gripped her thigh tightly.

It had been years since they’d talked about this – years since he’d allowed himself to think about the cataclysmic events that had led him to her - that had tested them, torn them apart, but ultimately brought them back to each other, bound tighter than ever before. And as much as she wanted to stop, she knew that he had to get it all out. That she had to get it all out. And then maybe, just maybe, they could finally lay the ghosts to rest.

“But Jamie – had I not gone through the War, I never would have learned to be a nurse. Had I not been married to Frank, I never would have even been in Scotland – and never would have known what happened right after Culloden. So I never would have been able to save you, and Lallybroch.”

Slowly her hand found his – her J pressing directly into his C. She bent to whisper in his ear.

“Our marriage was hasty, yes. And I was reluctant, yes. But I was falling for you, Jamie. I knew from the moment we met that you were more thoughtful, considerate, gentle, and selfless than any man I’d ever known. Than I thought a man could ever be.”

He hummed against her breasts. She pushed his head closer to her body.

“You would never have needed to court me. You are all I’ve ever needed – not your home, not your estate, not anything material. You are enough. Will always be enough.” She licked her lips. “You are my true match. In every way. You understand me and respect me like nobody ever has. You love me, and make love to me, like no man ever has.”

His hand left hers and skimmed down her thigh to cup gently between her legs. She gasped.

“I would have found you,” she whispered, breathless. “I would have married you, and loved you, and bore your children, no matter the circumstances.”

His fingers began stroking her gently. He raised his eyes to meet hers, reveling in how her breathing was picking up.

“You are my true match, mo nighean donn. I love ye more than any man has ever loved a woman.”

Claire steeled herself, stood, and shrugged out of her shift. Jamie gaped. She cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, thumb circling her aching nipples. “Take me, Jamie,” she whispered. “Take what’s yours – what always has been yours, what always will be yours.”

He swallowed hard and rose to stand before her. Gently, quickly, she unbuckled his kilt and he whipped his shirt over his head. Finally naked, he seized her mouth in a deep kiss, picking her up effortlessly and easing her onto the bed.

She wrapped her legs around him and reached down to guide him inside of her. His hand stilled hers, though, and she whimpered.

She felt his wide, sweet smile against her lips. “Open yer eyes.”

She did, gasping. Blue met blue. “Eyes on me,” he whispered. “Always on me. Let me show ye what I canna find the words to say, Claire.”

He gently pushed deeper inside of her, and his soul touched hers, and they healed.

it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her


-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”





-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table



-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself






-“YOU DO?”


-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

  • Raven: Hello Brother. *Raven greeted Qrow as she removed her mask and sat next to him, waving the bartender over.*
  • Qrow: Hey Raven. *He replied finishing his glass just in time for for the bartender to refill his drink as they finished pouring his sister's.*
  • Raven: *The two sat for a moment in silence, taking sips of their drinks before Rave broke the silence.* So. What is it you wanted to talk about? *She asked only for Qrow to slide her an envelops.* What're theses?
  • Qrow: An invitation.
  • Raven: An Invitation? *she raised an eyebrow.* To what?
  • Qrow: Your daughter's wedding. *He told her while sipping his drink and glancing at her from the corner of his eye to find an actual look of surprise on her face.*
  • Raven: Her wedding? Yang is... getting married? *She said with disbelief.* Since when?
  • Qrow: Since she proposed to her girlfriend a few mouths back. I can honestly say I haven't seen her this happy since Summer as around. Not that you care.
  • Raven: Yang is getting married... To her girlfriend? *Raven mumble, ignoring her brother last words then opened the envelop, pulling the card showing her daughter's arms wrapped around the waist of a raven haired woman with cat ears. Both of women smiling, the kind of smile of pure happiest, a smile Raven hasn't since on her daughter's face since she was born.* ... Is this a joke?
  • Qrow: What? Have something against Yang marrying a woman? *Qrow glared at his sister.*
  • Raven: What? No. I actually know Blake and her parents. Good woman, can take a punch. *Raven said as she handed her brother the card.* This in the card.
  • Qrow: *Qrow took the card and read it aloud.* "Come join the bumbleby partner, the future Yang Belladonna and Blake Xiao-Long, for out purrfect day before we hive our sweet honeymoon and our happily ever after furever." ... Sigh, Goddamnit Yang. *Qrow smiled shaking his head.*
  • Raven: I blame Tai... *Raven said finishing her drink and staring at the empty glass.* Why is she inviting me?... I haven't talked to Yang since dealing with Adam Taurus.
  • Qrow: Funny you such mention that. Yang wasn't the one who asked me to give you that.
  • Raven: Really? Then w-*She question until the someone entering the bar interrupted her.*
  • Tai: That was me. *Taiyang saying as both Qrow and Raven turned towards him, Qrow giving a wave as Raven stares with a surprised look.* Hey Raven... Qrow can give us a minute.
  • Qrow: Sure Tai. *Qrow nodded as he drank the last of his drink and quickly snatch Raven's sword from her.* Take as much time as you need.
  • Raven: Qrow! *Raven growled, watching him walk out of the bar leaving her and Tai alone as she pinches the bridge of her nose.* ... Sigh. So, you wanted to talk. Let's talk.
  • Tai: Yes. About our daughter. And how YOU are going to be there for her wedding.
  • Raven: And If I refuse?
  • Tai: Remember our first date?
  • Raven: *Raven couldn't help but smirked.* Hmm, How could I forget.
  • Tai: Well it will be like that. *Tai smirked back as her walked up to Raven blocking her against the bar with his arms as his smirk disappears.* Except it won't end the same way.
  • Raven: *At this Raven's smirk only grew at her ex's words as she waves at the bartender.* Take the rest of the night Leo and put the damages on Qrow's tab... And bring us a bottle of the good stuff.
  • ~~~
  • Ruby: Yang, why did you make me try on those stupid heels if we aren't going to be wearing for you big day? *Ruby whined as she and Yang returned home from their search for dresses.*
  • Yang: *Yang only laughed as she began to fish for her keys.* Hehehe, I did it only because you looked sooo cute. *She then found her keys, unlocked the door, and opening it as they enter.* Anyway, I want to spend time with my... baby... sis... *Yang began with a smile before trailing off dropping everything.*
  • Ruby: Yang? What is i-Oh my god. *Ruby gasp at the site before them.*
  • Tai: Hey girls. How was the dress hunting? *Tai smiled, holding an ice pack against his head with a bloody tissue up his nose.* Oh we also have a guest with us.
  • Raven: Wassup. *Raven said, sipping some coffee with a black eye and a band-aid on her forehead.*

I just watched the Molly Sherlock scenes in the empty hearse again…. I just…. omg! The flirting! The way he looks at her! Ahhhhhh!!!!

Okay, collecting my thoughts. I’m going to break it down as I see it. Note* this is just my opinion/interpretation of those scenes… I do not pretend to have any clue as to the motivations of the writers or actors during these scenes.

1. Sherlocks welcome back: Sherlock goes to Molly right after he sees John. Why is this significant? Well, Molly knows that he is alive, so she shouldn’t be a high priority on his back from the dead tour, but he goes to her straight after John. (I’m even toying with the idea that he sees her first… see bottom of post for more on this.) we have all seen the gif (I don’t know how to make it or find it or I would add it lol) when they first see each other at Barts in the locker room. The focus is on Molly but you can still see him smile in the reflection of the mirror.

2. When he is waiting for her to come over to ask her to go crime fighting: he is nervous. You can see him mouthing words to himself. (Figuring out how to ask her?) note* at this point I think he already knows about her engagement, I think he knew that from their first meeting.

3. That whole scene when he asks her: like omg! When have you ever seen him be so diplomatic? It reads so much like him attempting to ask her out I’m not surprised she thought he was. And when she finishes his sentence for him, the look he gives her! His eyes! (Okay at this point my nose was literally an inch away from the screen as I watched on slow motion) he looks at her like: well, yes. Obviously.

4. The cheating husband case: “Your not being John your being yourself.” ….. do I really need to say more here? Come on! Okay fine: she is sitting next to him! John always sits opposite him, and the clients sit on the desk chair and get judged. This time the client sits in John’s chair with her husband standing next to her. Sherlock is deliberately creating changes to his routine so not to make Molly feel like she is a substitute.

5. The catfish case. Again, Sherlock seats the clients in another part of the room….. look at his history people! Every case, he always sits them in the same spot. Except for when he is with molly… not only that but look at his face as he holds the client’s hand… also he holds the client’s mother flipping hand!!!! Could you get more out of character??? This case is a 2 at best, but he looks so much like he cares. Why would he do that? Why would he waste time talking to the client, she is obviously upset and irrational.. traits that Sherlock detests, and yet there he is. “And you really thought he was the one didn’t you…. the love of your life.” *looks straight over to molly* Even as he explains the truth to Molly he does it quietly, with caring in his voice. Rather then his usual MO of just blurting it out… (also notice that all these cases are around lovers, cheating or not being what they say they are…. like maybe he wants her to think about her relationship…) and then he serves up the clients dad. Which again is out of character, he wouldn’t care.

6. The case with lestrade: he is totally showing off for her! Okay head cannon, John talking to him? That’s his own self doubt sneaking in. Eg. M: “Your on to something aren’t you?” S: “maybe.” John’s voice: show off… he is actually showing off then lestrade asks him about Molly and he says he is giving it a go. He says that because it’s not his choice if this continues, it’s hers. When lestrade asked him about John he answers diplomatically and walks over to stand near Molly. *Note: the ongoing proximity thing he continues to stay by her side the whole day. So then she goes over to the body and he heads straight over next to her again, she notices he proximity and steps back apologising. He reassures her and John tells him he is jealous. Jealous of what I ask you? How does that work any other way? He is jealous because she steps away, because she is with someone else. That’s why he’s jealous. When he picks up the manifesto he blows the dust off away from Molly, just another little thing I noticed that shows he cares. He also shows it to her first before lestrade. When she tells him it’s impossible, he leans in and says “welcome to my world” the intensity in his eyes is just fantastic! Then John calls him a smart arse. This is because Sherlock is trying to get Molly excited by the work, like he did with John. Because having her around solving case with him is the closest thing he can get to being with her. Then John tells him he forgot to put his collar up, he forgot to look cool so she would want him…. when he accidentally calls her John, well he’s done that before. Plus he has John in his head at the time. (I don’t really have anything for this if anyone else wants to add in their own head cannon I would love to hear it)

7. The train case: so much flirting, I’m just going to repeat that SO MUCH WITH THE FLIRTING! He spends the whole time paying more attention to Molly than he does the case, eg. The girlfriend joke. Someone posted on here once that they were surprised that Sherlock didn’t pick up on the missing car straight away. This is because he’s not looking at the footage, he’s looking at her…… I watched like 6 times. (I know I’m totally obsessed!) but he really does, you can actually see him looking at her not the tape.

8. When he comes out of his mind palace: he talks about maps, but as he goes past Molly he changes the subject and asks her out…. yes he was asking her out, it’s Sherlock…. he is the master of subtly….. this is the moment where he sees if he has managed to sway her…… this whole day, the cases he chose, the showing off. All of it was to show her that he was better than the man who gave her that ring. So he makes his final play and asks her out…. but it doesn’t go well does it. She calls him out on the day. Molly Hooper is not an idiot. She knows what he is doing and she asks him point blank about it. He knows he lost the game so he does one more very unsherlock type thing…. he tells the truth. “The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me, was the one person who mattered the most.” He never breaks eye contact here. And then, he lets her go….. his face when she starts to talk about Tom, that wistful smile! Be still my beating heart! He tells her he is happy for her, that he wants her to be happy. He didn’t even do that for John with Mary! But lets just take a look at that for a second shall we…… it’s established that Sherlock hates change. He has always found fault with every relationship around him, John’s girlfriends, Molly’s boyfriends. Even mrs Hudson’s relationships are not off limits. When he met Mary he deduced her and found her acceptable. But he has never met Tom. He would never let his friend date someone without judging them first. But he lets her, because he doesn’t think he deserves her. And then oh my goodness the kiss, right up until his lips hit her cheek you cannot be sure he isn’t going to kiss her properly. His face is completely open and without manipulation, he never breaks eye contact. How could anyone see that moment and not realise he loves her? How?

Okay back to my head cannon that he goes to Molly before John. First of all, his nose is fine, if he went straight after John it would have at least been red… but it wasn’t, and then there’s the cut on his lip, the obvious cut on his lip…. also missing.and then there’s the lighting. We know that it was late at night when he saw John but it was bright at the hospital. You can see the light coming in from the windows hitting the lockers. But when he goes to see lestrade it’s dark again. Therefore he goes to see Molly first.

Ok so that is my head cannon break down of Molly and Sherlock in TEH let me know what you think! Do you agree, disagree? Have anything to add? Did I get anything wrong?

K-Drama Starters:
  • “You’re so cute that I want to beat you up.”
  • “You’re not okay. Why do you act like you’re okay when you’re not?”
  • “I’m not acting cool. I am cool.”
  • “I bet she’d slap the person next to her for farting when she’s the one who farted.”
  • “I am so busy that I didn’t even remember that you didn’t call me for three days and thirteen hours.”
  • “I thought you were dumb, but I guess you’re not.”
  • “Yes, I don’t like you.”
  • “I can’t believe how much food she sent you. It’s not like a war’s breaking out.”
  • “So shut up and just live breathing through your silicone nose.”
  • “I know I shouldn’t be saying this to myself but I was really cool today.”
  • “Geez, you’re like the CSI. You’re sounding really smart.”
  • “You have no need to be sorry. You just need to shut your mouth.”
  • “Your existence is like a bomb.”
  • “Shut up, smart-ass.”
  • “Can I take a selfie right next to it?”
  • “What wrong have I ever done to you to make you pick on me like this?”
  • “If you like her so much, don’t just drool here. Go over there and drool on her too!”
  • “Can we pretend I beat you up?”
  • “I can’t bother you anymore so I’m going to bother everyone else.”
  • “How can you not like me? Are you on drugs?”
  • “Are you at a morgue? Do you need me to get you flowers?”
  • “Even though you have small eyes, you can see everything.”
  • “What if my chocolate abs melt?”
  • “Your shirt is see-through.”
  • “Would you like some chocolate milk?”
  • “Hey can you drive home like that?”
  • “Don’t threaten her to eat black bean noodles with you.”
  • “Why do you like horror movies so much?”
  • “Why am I your friend?”
  • “I always have plans, I just don’t have the courage.”
  • “If I don’t trip you, then I can’t hold your hand to prevent your fall.”
  • “Leave my underwear here.”
  • “I don’t like seeing people eat food that looks better than mine.”
  • “Put your phone away and put your eyebrows down.”
  • “It was good to see you in my dream.”
  • “I hope you’re not having a hard time because of me.”
  • “Do you perhaps have another secret? Like you’re actually a girl?”
  • “You can get hurt more from people you’re closer with.”
  • “I have to look good when I go to the hospital.”
  • “You’re perfect the way you are to me.”
  • “You looked sexy eating ramen.”
  • “Everyone has their own fetish. I don’t judge.”
  • “If I had that, I wouldn’t have anything else to wish for.”
  • “There’s only one person who shares the same heartbeat as you. It’s your soulmate.”
  • “Should we listen to our heartbeats to see if we’re soulmates?”
  • “You’re such an asshole.”
  • “I don’t know why you make me feel this way.”
  • “Usually dating is when things that I can do by myself are done with another person.”
  • “Don’t treat us like idiots just because we’re stupid!”
  • “You should only touch me if it’s absolutely necessary.”
  • “What good is it to make a girl laugh 100 times if she always goes to the one who makes her cry?”
  • “They’re making fun of me because I don’t have a mom.”
  • “Your face requires revenge.”
  • “At first I just seem shabby like scrap paper, but after digging in deeper, I’m pretty awesome.”
Imagine if Li is a Renora shipper...

And as he watches Ren from heaven he becomes really frustrated with his son for being so oblivious to Nora’s feelings for him.

Li: “Did you hear that, son? She just called you handsome. I mean, of course you’d be, because I’m your father, but she obviously likes you!”

Li: “Omg she booped you again! Boop her back! Boop her back! No, don’t you just give her a smile and think that’s satisfactory. She’s secretly confessing her love to you. No, ignore the ursa. Boop her nose, Ren!”

Li: “Aww Ren she loves you so much she’s willing to hit anyone who hurts you into orbit and nope nope the blondie is back again never mind.”

Li: “YES! She asked you to the dance! Maybe you’ll get together-together now.”


Li: “You remember my last words to you? Take action? Yeah, THAT APPLIES TO YOU AND NORA!”

Li: *pounds head against pristine marble pillar* “You are as dense as fucking JAUNE! I am SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, SON!”

Li: “Yay you guys are holding hands now kiss NO AVENGING MY DEATH CAN WAIT!”

And then when Ren reaches for Nora’s hand and they become together-together, Lee is running through the clouds pumping his fists and whooping and Ren’s mother is just so confused.

An: “What’s going on?”

Li: “Our son is getting married!”

An: “Huh?”

Li: “In a few years.”

Uncles and Nunkies

Nunkie Jamie

A small blond boy in homespun breeks leaned on Jamie’s knee, staring up at me in wonder. 

“Who’s that, Nunkie?” he asked in a loud whisper. “That’s your great-auntie Claire,” Jamie said gravely. “Ye’ll have heard about her, I expect?” 

“Oh, aye,” the little boy said, nodding madly. “Is she as old as Grannie?” 

“Even older,” Jamie said, nodding back solemnly. The lad gawked up at me for a moment, then turned back to Jamie, face screwed up in scorn. 

“Get on wi’ ye, Nunkie! She doesna look anything like as old as Grannie! Why, there’s scarce a bit o’ silver in her hair!” 

“Thank you, child,” I said, beaming at him. 

“Are ye sure that’s our great-auntie Claire?” the boy went on, looking doubtfully at me. “Mam says Great-Auntie Claire was maybe a witch, but this lady doesna look much like it. She hasna got a single wart on her nose that I can see!” 

“Thanks,” I said again, a little more dryly. “And what’s your name?” 

He turned suddenly shy at being thus directly addressed, and buried his head in Jamie’s sleeve, refusing to speak. 

“This is Angus Walter Edwin Murray Carmichael,” Jamie answered for him, ruffling the silky blond hair. “Maggie’s eldest son, and most commonly known as Wally.” 

We call him Snot-rag,” a small red-haired girl standing by my knee informed me. “ ’Cause his neb is always clotted wi’ gook.” 

Angus Walter jerked his face out of his uncle’s shirt and glared at his female relation, his features beet-red with fury. 

“Is not!” he shouted. “Take it back!” Not waiting to see whether she would or not, he flung himself at her, fists clenched, but was jerked off his feet by his great-uncle’s hand, attached to his collar. 

“Ye dinna hit girls,” Jamie informed him firmly. “It’s not manly.” 

“But she said I was snotty!” Angus Walter wailed. “I must hit her!” 

“And it’s no verra civil to pass remarks about someone’s personal appearance, Mistress Abigail,” Jamie said severely to the little girl. “Ye should apologize to your cousin.” 

“Well, but he is…” Abigail persisted, but then caught Jamie’s stern eyes and dropped her own, flushing scarlet. “Sorry, Wally,” she murmured. 

Wally seemed at first indisposed to consider this adequate compensation for the insult he had suffered, but was at last prevailed upon to cease trying to hit his cousin by his uncle promising him a story. 

“Tell the one about the kelpie and the horseman!” my red-haired acquaintance exclaimed, pushing forward to be in on it. 

“No, the one about the Devil’s chess game!” chimed in one of the other children. Jamie seemed to be a sort of magnet for them; two boys were plucking at his coverlet, while a tiny brown-haired girl had climbed up onto the sofa back by his head, and begun intently plaiting strands of his hair. 

“Pretty, Nunkie,” she murmured, taking no part in the hail of suggestions. 

“It’s Wally’s story,” Jamie said firmly, quelling the incipient riot with a gesture. “He can choose as he likes.” He drew a clean handkerchief out from under the pillow and held it to Wally’s nose, which was in fact rather unsightly. 

“Blow,” he said in an undertone, and then, louder, “and then tell me which you’ll have, Wally.” 

Wally snuffled obligingly, then said, “St. Bride and the geese, please, Nunkie.” 

Jamie’s eyes sought me, resting on my face with a thoughtful expression.

Uncle Ian

All of the children were clustered round Young Ian, staring and asking so many questions that they collided with one another, and pushed and shoved, arguing as to who asked what and who should be answered first. 

The children had paid no attention to the elder Ian’s remark. They already knew Grandda was dying, and the fact was of no interest by comparison with the fact of their fascinating new uncle. A tiny girl with her hair in stubby plaits sat in Young Ian’s lap, tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingers, now and then sticking one inadvertently in his mouth as he smiled and made hesitant answers to his inquisitive nieces and nephews.

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: part 3!! things are getting more intense, let me know if you like where its going! also just a reminder, the tag list for this fic is closed for the moment so please dont’t ask!

Part 1 Part 2

Waking up is torture because it feels so good. You’re warm in a way that doesn’t just feel skin deep, but more like every bone is glowing with something so satisfying it almost aches. It takes you a few sweet, sleepy seconds to realise exactly why you’re waking up more well rested than you’ve ever been in your life, and then the whole illusion shatters.

Sometime in the night you and Bucky had shifted until he was lying on his back, long legs dangling off the end of the couch and his arms wrapped tight around you curled up on his chest. Sun streaks warm through the windows and glass walls - glass walls, because you fell asleep in your office literally on top of Bucky. You make a highly undignified squeak and try to sit up, which only succeeds in dislodging Bucky’s grip on you and sending you crashing to the floor.

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Dirty little secret | Tony Padilla

Tony’s POV.

I was never the type of guy to get nervous. Until today. Today I decided to tell my best friend Clay that I have feelings for his sister, Y/N. And I’m shitting myself.

Any situation I faced in the past, I dealt with, man to man so had to step up and talk to Clay, as a man. Because boxing up my feelings was no longer an option.

“TONY PADILLA!” Y/N hollers as she passes me in the hallway. I couldn’t get a word out so I just smiled back and watched her walk away and into the crowd of people. She was so beautiful and kind and confident. Damn, if only she knew the effect she had on me.

Anyway, I looked through the window of the library to see Jeff and Clay sat at a table together. They both had their heads in the books so I opened the door slightly and poked my head round the corner.

“Clay?” I call- to gain his attention. He looks up from his book then notices me by the door.

“What’s up?” Clay asks

“Shh” Skye hisses from behind him

Clay looks back and apologises to her then looks back to me. I nod towards the door then Clay gets up to meet me outside.

“What’s up?” He repeats as we fist bump

“You got a minute?” I ask

“Yeah and only a minute. Jeff will try to jump out the window if I leave him unsupervised for to long” he chuckles as he folds his arms over his chest “What is it?”

I look directly at him and shift my weight forwards a little, rocking on the heels of my shoes “..Clay Jenson. You are and will always be my best friend..

“Wait. Tony, is this what I think it is?” Clay questions, his face all lit up “Are you about the pop the question?” he squeaks

“Clay. Pay attention” I snap

“Sorry” he smiled

My skin felt warm and tight under the sudden pressure. I inhale deeply and sigh “I know what I’m about to say is probably the last thing you wanna hear right now, but if I don’t say it now, I probably never will” I pause again

“I think…no I know..I have feelings for Y/N”

It was silent for a moment. Dead silent until Clay burst out laughing. I folded my arms and waited for him to finish.

“You? You have feelings for my sister?!” Clay laughs as he holds his stomach.

“I’m serious Clay, I genuinely like her” I shrug

Clay laughs even more, producing a few tears of laughter “I like cats but you don’t see me making a whole speech about them” he catches his breath “Shit Tony. I thought someone was dying”

I scrunch my face in confusion “Wha-Why is it so funny that I like her?”

“Tony what the fuck have you been smoking cos I know you- okay”

He continues “You like hiking and fixing things and leather jackets” he lists as he flicks the collar of my jacket “you don’t like Y/N”

“Yes. I do”

Clay shakes his head-unbothered and shrugs “Ok. Whatever”

“And I’m not talking about a high school crush. I’m talking about forever”

“Forever is a long ass time” Clay chuckles

“Jensonnn” I wine, making him hold his hand over his grin “See, you never listen”

“Ok, go ahead, I’m listening” Clay stresses as he leans against a locker, his figure slightly towering over mine.

“There’s no point. You will never understand what it’s like to hold back your feelings for someone.To not be able to tell them how much your mean to them or having to watch them be taken for granted by other guys but that’s what I have to go through- every- single- day with Y/N. And it’s not fair anymore.”

Clays grin soon turns into a stiff- emotionless expression. “Wait. What did you just say?”

“I’m saying that I really like her and I’m saying that you should give me a chance with her.” I confess.

Clays posture students and his jaw twitches “So you actually like her?” He asks

“Jesus Christ, yes Clay” I huff

Clay pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs “And you want to be with her?”


“And what did you think was going to happen? Did you think I would agree with this shit and let you fuck my sister?!” Clay whispers loudly

I almost didn’t respond- I didn’t know how to “Clay, you know me, it wouldn’t be like that with us”

“Yeah, sure it wouldn’t” he mocks

“Trust me. It wouldn’t” I stress

“And why should I trust you? You’ve been hiding this shit form me and your suppose to be my best friend (!)” He almost yells

I look around me and back to him “..Only because I was afraid you’d react like this”

“…Tony. There’s no way in hell, I’m letting you date Y/N”

“..Clay please-

“And if you are my best friend, you would stay away from her” Clay warns “Far away”

I watch as he returns back into the library. Not looking back at me once.

** After school **

Your POV.

You we’re sat by the window in English, chewing on your tasteless gum, just waiting for the bell to ring so you could be dismissed. You sighed at the sudden pitter-patters of rain hitting the glass.

It didn’t take long for the rain to fall heavy, along with hailstones. You giggled to yourself as you watched other school kids run for cover, Holding books over their heads or whatever they had to substitute an umbrella.


Everyone shot up out of their desks and began to pack heir stuff away.


You reluctantly walked into the rain and held your backpack over your head, but it was no use as you we’re already drenched. Your socks we’re soaking, your hair was dripping wet and your shirt was practically see through.

“Tony?” You call as you approach him in the parking lot. He winds down his window and you rest your arm on the side of his Red Mustang.

“Wanna do me a favour and give me a ride?” You ask politely

Tony grunts “Y/N I shouldn’t..

“Come on, I’ll even pay for gas” you suggest “pretty-please?”

“Babe. I can’t.” He says “Sorry”

You lean up off the side of the car and let Tony drive off. Whys he acting so weird? You ask yourself. It was completely out of Tony’s character not to help someone out.

Disappointed, you popped your headphones in and walked- lonely in the rain. You we’re listening to *insert current favourite song* and humming along to the words when you heard a car pull up next to you. You looked besides you and saw the red mustang.

You didn’t bat an eyelid and continued to walk as Tony drove next to you- at your pace.

“Get in” says Tony but you ignore him.

He continues “It’s really cosy in here Y/N and I’ll even let you sit shotgun”

“Is that an invitation?” You question- still walking with your hands in your pocket.

“No it’s information. Take t or leave it”

You stop so Tony pulls on the breaks and opens the car door for you. You hold onto the door, then crouch down and sit on the passengers seat.

“I thought you couldn’t give me a ride?” You ask, slamming the door shut.

He smiles at you “I’m not supposed to but, fuck it”

You smile back. Tony turns up the heating, letting the warmth immediately hug your body as he continued to drive to your destination.

“So are you gonna tell me why you initially couldn’t give me a ride home?” You question as you pull both your headphones out of your ears.

He sighs deeply “Well, me and Clay got into a little argument earlier”

“Don’t tell me you guys are braking up?” You joke and Tony gives you a dull look “You guys never argue. What was it about? Was it a girl?” You tease leaning into Tony

Tony nods “It was about- it was about you”

“Huh? Me?” You question “What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did. It’s what I said” Tony admits

You looked to Tony with a puzzled expression “What did you say?” You sniff

A huge smile was plastered across Tony’s face as he looks at you then back at the road ahead. He nervously taps the steering wheel as the car approaches a red light “I told him that I had feelings for you- and he didn’t like that”

You we’re taken back. “What kind of feelings?”

“Those kind of feelings”

“Oh” you sat back in your seat “well wow Tony- your just full of surprises today aren’t you?” You nervously giggle, looking down at your chipped nail polish

“Yeah. I guess I am” he smirks.

“…It’s-it’s a shame that Clay doesn’t agree with it, otherwise we could have made a really cute couple”

Tony chuckles and you continue your journey down the road. When you finally pull up in front of your house, you turn to Tony to thank him for the ride home.

“Thanks for this Tony, honestly your a life saver”

“It’s my pleasure, oh and say hi to your parents for me”

“Sure” you say as you open the door but something stops you in your tracks.

Should I? Shouldn’t I?

You lick over your lips and quickly turn back and kiss Tony on the cheek but as you pull away you linger near his lips. They we’re slightly parted, just waiting for you to make the move. Tony gently grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into his lips.

You slowly slide your tongue into his mouth as you begin to run your fingers through his hair. Everything about this was slow and passionate and every part of your body began to tingle. Tony pulls the stands of wet hair away from your face before grabbing your hips to move you closer against his body, prompting you to climb onto his lap. You straddled him, now chest to chest, your cold-wet skin on his. Tony moans into your mouth which only makes you want him even more, but you had to fight your urges

“Tony” you say causing him to stop immediately, he throws his head back and looks at you, biting his lower lip as smile towards him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he tells you which makes you blush a little

You look down and see his tatted hands still clenched onto your body, your pull his hands off your hips and intertwine your fingers with him “I think it’s best that we never ever mention this to Clay” you warn, nodding as you say so.

Tony gives you a wide toothed smile “..Agreed”


My first ever Tony imagine 🙌🏾🎉and yes I do realise he is gay in the show.

There will not be a part 2!!

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