#those haircuts were atrocious my god

[butterscotchbea]

fun fact: hamilton and alonso competed against each other in 300 f1 races

no other two drivers faced each other more times in f1 history

source: https://www.statsf1.com/en/statistiques/pilote/divers/detail-fernando-alonso--concurrent.aspx

[hxltic]

can you do capt price with an s/o who used to have braces (the reader has glasses) and proce found this out cause like he was going through all photo albums and stumbled upon readers old pics when the reader was like in middle school (OH AND ALSO IMAGINE THE READER BEING A METALHEAD IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND UNTIL NOW AND PRICE IS JUST SO SUPRISED HAHAHAH)

I am so sleepy so this may be bad or short but i find this hilarious

One of the reasons Price loved you was because you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair complimented your eyes, and the jewelry you wore sat glistening on your skin. Your figure gave him something to grab onto, all his favorite parts of your body on display when you wore those tight fitting dresses for the summer.

When you brought the man home to your parent’s house, you’d expected him to be downstairs helping out for dinner despite how much you tell him to rest. It’s the sweet, traditional side of him.

Not in your childhood room, silently looking through things that aren’t technically hidden, so you can’t get upset with him for noticing.

And it wasn’t the records plastered on your wall with a protective glass over them, or the stickers permanently stuck to the sides of your mirror—it was the pictures. All in relatively small frames that didn’t have the best quality, but good quality enough for him to see the worst of you. You stroll out the bathroom and close the door to the man holding one and chuckling to himself. His brow was turned up in amusement.

“Put. That. Down.”

He turns to you with the frame still in hand, his face never wavering even though you looked like you were about to combust with embarrassment. Cheeks red, eyes blown wide darting anywhere else but him, and hands coming up to cover your face.

The worst part was, you knew exactly which picture he was holding. It was you and two other girls, one of which you don’t speak to anymore. Anyway, your teeth were dark with black braces to match the atrocious personality you’d invented for yourself at the time, and your haircut was one you try your best to forget about. You really wish you would’ve thrown that away.

It doesn’t help your features look the exact same.

The only difference was you were wearing your prescription glasses, the ones you brought into adulthood, but they were somewhere tucked in a drawer as your contacts held their spot.

“Why? You look adorable.” He teases. You looked far from that. You were a menace.

His perfectly sculpted beard moves as he tips his head back in laughter, genuinely taken aback by young you. You somehow are still the same, just more tolerable, with a snappy attitude on top but a lovey dovey mess underneath.

“Oh my god.” You wanted to roll yourself up in a ditch and never escape. The only reason you kept that picture was because the other girl has the same one. The date was written on the back in marker, but you didn’t have to look to know it was during your darkest days.

You finally calm yourself and blink up to your spouse, who seemed to be in thought. His mouth opened to ask, then it closed, and it took everything in you to pretend you didn’t see it. You just knew it would be something else by the taunting half-smile on his face.

Instead, you asked him what he was about to say. You shouldn’t have.

“I searched up the band on the wall. They still around?” He asked.

And while the question seemed purely genuine, you did not take it as such. One side of you wanted to tell him, “No, they stopped making music a while ago,” and the other half is saying, “Kill me now.”

Now he knows you used to listen to metal, but not just the regular kind; the barely coherent, head-bopping, voice-ripping kind. If the man wasn’t older, and this was Gaz, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you emo.

“No,” you mustered up. You tried your best to not return to the previous state of embarrassment, but knowing your husband, he’d now look into it and try to get you printed shirts for your birthday and whatnot.

He didn’t openly tell you how weird or concerning it was, but this was worse. When someone won’t tell you something directly, but you just know what they’re thinking anyway.

“I didn’t think a pretty lady like you would listen to that.”

. .

The entire way to the dinner table he was on and off laughing. It even got the point he had to temporarily excuse himself, just somehow unable to rid the image from his mind. Even though that’s far from what he wanted.

This late in the relationship and your mother still has horror stories to tell.

[missmeinyourbones]

if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing

can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL

send in a character + trope for a blurb

...

“oh my god, look at your hair!”

atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years. 

he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school. 

“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects. 

but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily. 

“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”

and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”

a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.  

he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.

“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.

you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”

atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not. 

“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him. 

with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo. 

“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it. 

“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines. 

“m’serious.”

and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.

“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider. 

“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”

“you had a crush on me?”

he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more. 

“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin. 

“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”

you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked. 

but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.

“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”

your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.

but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter. 

“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.” 

“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”

your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there. 

“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”

exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you. 

he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you. 

he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers. 

“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”

[ddejavvu]

Hii!!

Can you please do more grumpy!reader and sunshine!Spencer?

The last one you wrote WAS SO CUTE!!!!

I love you so much!! Have a super awesome and wonderful day!!

thank you thank you thank you, i love you too!! sunshine!spencer has my whole heart, i swear :(

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You prided yourself on being unflappable. Sure, you lashed out every once in a while, when you were really pissed, but you'd managed to set enough of a brooding exterior for yourself that you had to get really angry for people to notice.

So the dirty looks you'd been sending to one of the officers in the precinct you were working in weren't anywhere out of the ordinary. If anyone asked, you'd blame it on the atrocious haircut the man wore, and they'd believe you.

It wasn't his haircut, though. You were sure the overly volumized hairdo was in compensation for something miniscule, and it was definitely a problem. But the bigger problem came from the condescending scoffs the man let out whenever Spencer spoke. Or from the judgmentally astonished looks he threw his fellow officers whenever a particularly obscure fact was thrown out.

This was no different. Spencer was halfway through explaining how one of the letters they'd been sent by a killer had significantly different dialect included, indicating that you weren't looking for one person anymore, that you most likely had a team of criminals working together. Before he could finish his thought, the officer had huffed exasperatedly.

"I don't see why you think this matters, Mr...." The officer squinted at Spencer's badge grandiosely, putting on a show of not knowing his name, "Reid. What difference does it make what words he uses, the handwriting's the same. I dunno if you guys get paid more for catching more people, but I think we'd all appreciate it if you just stuck to the facts here, and didn't start picking these stupid letters apart like you're in a high school english class to try and make up more trouble than we actually have. They don't say anything, it's all just poetic nonsense."

There was a moment of tense, unforgiving silence, and you watched Spencer's lips twitch ever so slightly. A nervous tic. Then you spoke, your voice tinged with venom.

"Doctor."

The officer just looked confusedly at you, which seemed typical of the man.

"He's a doctor," You spat, "Address him as one."

"I don't think-"

"I know you don't. You know, I'm not surprised that you brought up high school english class, because I guarantee that's the last time you've ever thought critically about something in your entire life. And that was a while ago, wasn't it?"

"Y/L/N-," Rossi gently grabbed your arm, but you shook him off, paying little to no attention to the possible ramifications of your outburst.

"It seems very on-brand for you to say the words 'poetic nonsense.' You're the type of person to write off every single thing you're not able to comprehend as complete and utter nonsense, to make yourself feel smarter than you are, aren't you? But it's not working," You grabbed the letters Spencer had been analyzing off of the table and thrust them towards him, "Because for the first time in god knows how long, you've got someone competent in this room, and you're getting shown up. Spencer," You turned to him, finally breaking eye contact with the bristling officer, "Continue. Tell us what it means."

Spencer's hand shook slightly as he shuffled through the pages, and part of you felt bad for putting him on the spot after making such a scene. But if he wasn't going to stand up for himself, you were.

"This right here." Spencer pointed vigorously to a phrase he'd noted, "This is regional dialect. Southern Florida. That narrows our previous suspect pool, somewhere in the 600's, to about fifteen."

"The info on those fifteen suspects is being passed around now," Hotch's voice made your stomach twist uncomfortably, "Y/L/N, a word?"

You let your unit chief lead you away, into a hallway off of the room you'd just been in. His gaze was always stern, but it was just a hint worse now, and you prepared yourself for the lecture you had coming.

"You need to separate your thoughts from your feelings."

"Sir?"

"Everyone on the team knows that you're in love with him," He started, gesturing stiffly to Spencer through the glass door you stood beside, "But your actions cannot reflect that."

"That is not- I didn't... I'm not in love with him!"

"Don't start." Hotch held a hand out, effectively silencing you, "I'm not here to help you decipher your little crush, I'm here to make sure none of us get fired, and you're getting pretty damn close. Do you understand? Never again."

You never liked talked down to. You felt the same rage burn in your gut as you had when the officer was drawling on about Spencer, but the respect that you had for Hotch as your superior outweighed it enough to silence you. You bit your tongue, nodding tersely and averting your eyes to the dingy floor.

"And for fuck's sake," Hotch paused with a hand on the door, his vulgarity making your eyes widen a fraction, "Ask him out when we get back. I can't watch this anymore, you're both so oblivious."

He was gone without another word, ducking back into the conference room and ordering officers into groups. You stood stiffly in the hallway, heart pounding and head spinning as you tried processing all of the different, conflicting emotions you were experiencing.

Before you could calm yourself down enough to reenter the room, Spencer excused himself, slipping out into the hallway and frowning slightly at your dazed expression.

"He didn't... He didn't fire you, did he?"

"No," You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips, "No, I just got lectured."

"I'm sorry," Spencer's voice was cautious, "If I had said something..."

"I'm glad you didn't." You crossed your arms over your chest, "Because then it would have been you on thin ice. You don't deserve that just for doing your job."

"You don't either," He mused, glancing sadly at you, "Are you sure nothing else happened? You seem tense."

"I'm okay," You urged, "Really. Just annoyed, I guess. But I'll get over it. Just gotta get back in there."

Spencer nodded, his signature tense grin on his lips as he tilted his head to the door, "You coming, then?"

"Yeah," You thanked him as he held the door open, but stayed behind the threshold for a moment, "Spencer?"

"Hm?"

"You're good at your job."

His smile deepened slightly, spreading up his cheeks, "Thanks, Y/N. And you're good at protecting people. I'm pretty sure I saw a tear or two in his eyes."

You scoffed lightheartedly at Spencer's teasing, gently bumping into him as you strode through the door, sending one last nasty glance to the officer you'd mouthed off to, seeing a satisfyingly pathetic expression on his face.

Even if you'd lost your job, you didn't think you'd have regretted standing up for Spencer. Nothing had been more important to you in that moment than keeping Spencer unscathed, and the knowing stares you got from the other members of your team were well worth it.

[alinaastarkov]

what is your favorite GOT costume? and your least favorite?

Hi! Thanks for this ask!

Now, I am not overly fond of the GOT costumes as you well know, but there are a few that managed to make me smile.

Dany’s wedding dress is one of the few times they actually used the books as inspiration, and it paid off. Her dresses in Meereen, whilst not using the Meerenese style as described, is a clear difference from other styles, and shows she was actually immersing herself in the culture, and is one of the few times, including Oberyn’s outfit here, that Claption actually tried to distinguish styles between regions. Cersei and Margaery’s dresses are mostly just pretty without being offensive and in Margaery’s case this one doesn’t rely on blue tones like all her other dresses. Oberyn is a style icon, nuff said. Arya’s Braavos dress, if we completely ignore the hair, is pretty much the only time she’s allowed to look like a girl and is wearing clothes that actually look comfortable, and her Northern outfit here is not leather (unlike the one she wears for the entirety of season 8) and mirrors Ned’s clothes, so at least we know some thought was put in.

Now, on to the bad ones. Strap in, kids, there’s a lot.

There are these outfits were seemingly no effort was put in. I don’t know what Varys is wearing, I still don’t get why all the Northerners looked so much worse than everyone else or what was up with those undershirts cause that’s not a style I’ve seen in history. Dany got put in the cheapest looking black leather “bEcAuSe ShE’s EvOl NoW” and I know Margaery was supposed to be pious, but she’s wearing a piece of cloth that’s barely been styled at all. And Sansa’s (and Arya’s) season 1 outfits were just atrocious. I will not allow that the Stark girls apparently sewed their own dresses because it makes no goddamn sense. No high-born girl is being forced to sew her own dresses. They do embroidery and not much more than that. There would be seamstresses in Winterfell. It’s just an excuse for a lack of effort.

These bad boys! We started off so well with Oberyn and then the rest of Dornish fashion was lacklustre at best, disgusting at worst. Nipple on a breastplate? Why? These outfits are not colourful or unique, they’re really, really basic and disappointing seeing as Dorne is supposed to be so vibrant, and was a place not seen until season 5, I expected so much more. And you all know my feelings on Arya in the same outfit for 4 seasons/ 2 seasons straight. Lazy. Boring. I hate it.

Now, on to the real monstrosities:

I don’t know wtf Missandei is wearing but I hate it. Tartan trousers? Wtf?? Cersei’s outfits after her haircut sucked. I didn’t even include that awful black dress with fur on the shoulders that made her look like a hunchback. Again with Dany and Grey Worm, no effort put in. Dany’s outfit is completely shapeless and unlike anything she had worn in Meereen up to that point. We all remember Margaery’s dress and I don’t think anything else needs to be said about that. Now, Sansa. It looks like she was the only one Clapton wanted to make look pretty and she still failed. Sansa should not be wearing armour, period, it’s not even practical armour. No-one should have been forced into all that black either. Apart from that the dress was boring, but when you add that god awful necklace (“SaNsA dEsErVeD hEr OwN nEeDlE” no she bloody didn’t that’s Arya and Jon’s thing is nothing sacred in this show??) and the Northern braids that she had no business wearing considering how she acted and the fact that Arya got fuck all, it’s actually kind of repulsive. And her coronation dress, oh boy. There was pretty embroidery, I’ll admit, which we could only see because they had close-up after close-up of this dress. But she didn’t deserve all that Northern symbolism, and beyond that everything they tried to fit in made it kind of a mess. There’s too much going on at once and that cloak has no place on that outfit. Yeah, it’s just a mess really.

This is of course not all of the costumes I disliked, and those weren’t all of the ones I liked.

Sorry for the rant, anon, but I truly despise these costumes.

[in-tua-deep]

How do you think things would have changed if Five has come back even younger than in canon? Like if he came back as 7 or 8 or even younger? Also, I love your writing. You’re an amazing writer and I love reading your stuff.

first of all that would be hilarious because as much as media has tricked you into thinking older child actors (who are easier to work with) are younger (I mean case in point, Five is supposed to be thirteen but the actor is fifteen and those two years can make a big difference at that age) or animated movies can’t decide on a size for their character, but for real seven-year-olds in real life are BABIES

that’s like. the equivalent of a second grader?? I think i was about to go into year three living in the netherlands. I thought the year six kids were ancient. I didn’t care about bodily harm and would just hurl myself into cartwheels and handstands (nowadays not so much)

That was about the age I was losing teeth for the Very First Time and also the age I almost gave myself a concussion playing on the playground equipment (I blacked out and woke up in the nurses office lmao) and I thought the singing talents of Sandy from Hamtaro were the greatest in the world (the twirling ribbon song was formative for me)

seven was also the age for me that i realized that romance was The Worst because my best friend george decided that the pulling pigtails version of bugging me was a sure fire way to get my attention or something like that. but like,, george and me had chicken pox together. we pretended we were cheetahs in our treetop bunkbed nest together (we had a very loose grasp of the difference between cheetahs and jaguars and other big cats, admittedly). He was my best friend he didn’t need to pull my hair or anything rip

like can you even IMAGINE if five came back as a second grader?? yeah like maybe someone would serve thirteen-year-old Five black coffee but no one is going to just hand this baby child anything with caffeine are you kidding me

his feet wouldn’t even be able to reach the peDALS OF THE CAR

wow this would inconvenience him so much

i can’t even find a picture of my brother that young smh but here’s him and me when he was? probably about nine or ten and I was actually probably about six and smiling with a closed mouth to hide the fact that i was missing teeth or something smh

that is TWO WHOLE BABIES right there i’m just genuinely dying at the thought of Five popping out and he’s just. a gradeschooler. that suit would have been swimming on him and he’s got little chubby cheeks built to absorb shock and whatever atrocious child haircut he had at that age 

(i have posted before about my genuine shock that five was ten in the comics. ten!! that’s a whole baby! a child! W H A T)

but?? does he pop up from jumping through his portal and look in the mirror and find that he’s missing some teeth? Can he whistle air through the gaps? i’m just picturing seven-year-old five getting socked in the face and losing some teeth or something and diego is right there to patronizingly tell him that it’s okay they’re probably just baby teeth and five is about to punch diego’s teeth out in a second if he keeps that up by jove

imagine five jumping and standing on the counter and he still can’t reach the marshmallows because they’re on the top shelf of the cupboard do you know how angry that would make him?? he would have about 60% less time for his siblings bullshit than normal because his small stature can only hold so much emotion at any one time and he has decided to go with seething rage for the foreseeable future

can you imagine how difficult that would be for Allison though?? Five at thirteen was bad but Five-at-around-Claire’s-age??? a billion times worse and she’s probably going to either be super avoidant because it’s painful or full on protective mama bear

it would definitely change a lot of plot stuff because i mean. no one’s going to let this tiny child drive. he can’t reach the pedals, duh. however, he might persuade one of the siblings (diego and klaus, probably) to drive him to griddy’s instead? Because with the options being “so help me i will walk there myself. alone. at night. as a small and innocent looking child” and driving him and keeping him company i think the latter wins out

(i’d nix griddy’s altogether but i’m way too invested in hazel and agnes getting together tbh)

hey wait does being that young mean that five doesn’t have his umbrella tattoo?? huh. well regardless if diego and klaus accompany him then the plot point of agnes telling the assassin squad about the tattoo can still happen so i guess it’s a moot point

but honestly the drama of having this tiny child just. completely annihilate the hit squad is hilarious to me, and it would also hit home the fact that hey! five might be telling the truth about everything and isn’t messed up by time travel! i mean whomst the fuck else would walk into a room and zero in on the seven-year-old no one else knows exists or is assumed dead by literally the whole ass world (and even if they didn’t he’s supposed to be 29) and demand he come with them and shit like man

Klaus: hey five what do you have

Five, stabbing his own arm to take the tracking device out: a knife

Diego: NO

other fun points include: the siblings bodily picking five up and five behaving like a very aggressive small breed of dog while simultaneously being super touch-starved and secretly appreciating being carried but would never admit it (whilst sober that is)

either they kept the old uniforms and five wears that or they have to scrounge up whatever they can find which means that five is dressed in some of claire’s clothes allison found stuffed in the bottom of her suitcase until they can go shopping and i’m not sure which is better tbh

hazel and cha-cha assuming that five is actually either diego or klaus bc those were the two adults in the coffee shop with the umbrella tattoo and eventually being confronted with the fact that their legendary adversary is a gradeschooler

five just being. so tired. all the time. my bedtime at seven years old was probably like. 8:30PM. kids need a lot of sleep!! so just five trying to keep himself awake because he has important stuff to do!! but doing the nod and bob because he can’t keep his eyes open

the trying-to-be-helpful but mildly-condescending strangers who stop five or talk down to him increase by tenfold. Teenagers out an about on the street along? eh. a seven-year-old? five is going to get so many concerns “where are your parents, sweetheart?” that he IS going to snap and kill a well meaning middle aged woman in the middle of the street

in a similar note the number of people who assume that he is the child of whatever sibling he happens to be in proximity to also increases tenfold and five does Not Appreciate This (and neither do half the siblings tbh bc now they have to pretend that they are responsible for this tiny feral child)

“FUCK” five says, loudly, prompting gasps from the delicate natured passerbys. 

“you can’t fucking say that, dude, you’re like. a baby.” klaus says, equally loudly and making everyone in earshot 70% more scandalized

“I am not associated with them” diego informs the masses with an edge of desperation

luther is just. so massive next to this tiny version of five. he could hold him in like, one hand. and maybe luther at one point was really good with kids but with his new body he’s awkward and it’s very sad

no one bats an eye at child Five toting an Entire Half of a Mannequin that is probably as big as he is around. Billy’s kid is currently emotionally attached to a brick he found in the alley behind his school. Gertie’s granddaughter refuses to leave the house without an old sock filled with pebbles tucked under her arm. Gary’s stepkid found a piece of driftwood on the beach and now it’s in their bed every night. Kids are weird and at least Five’s has a face for him to talk to i guess??

instead of luther threatening dolores he just looks at five with this gun that is way too big for him to have a hold of really and just. reaches out and scoops five up under his armpits and he’s just furiously wiggling and growling and luther is like “nope not putting you down until we agree that murder is not a solution”

every interaction with the handler is probably about 112% more creepy honestly but also what about the job?? either five a) gets an appropriately child sized desk like the ones you find in an actual gradeschool or b) he gets some kind of boosterseat for his chair and just has to sit at this desk that is comically oversized for him

the squad go to a restaurant and the server brings over the menus and hands five a children’s menu. without a word klaus just plucks it from five’s hands and substitutes it for his own because they have been kicked out of six whole restaurants and he is willing to eat the children’s chicken nugget meal if he had to god damn it

the apocalypse doesn’t happen because vanya is literally incapable of hurting a grade schooler right in front of her regardless of how pissed off at her family in general she is. that is a whole child. vanya works with children for her job. she can’t hurt an entire child in front of her?? like she can destroy the world and all the abstract children but this one child right in front of her? who is also her long lost brother and former sole confidant as children who wasn’t there for any of the general bullshit she just went through?? not so much

but like. even after the stop the apocalypse there’s still the issue of what to do with this entire child. like at least as a teenager five would be able to be somewhat independent but seven-year-old five can’t reach the sink to wash his hands without a step stool 

just the squad coming together to look after five without quite letting five know that’s what they’re doing because they don’t want to wake up to a knife in their chest or anything smh

five and claire meet and become an unstoppable duo of terror. patrick is an actually competent parent who is so exhausted 24/7 from raising his daughter that he just accepts five immediately because?? his brother-in-law being a time travelling 58-year-old in the body of a grade schooler who is partially feral from over forty years alone and probably has untreated ptsd? okay might as well happen

patrick “i didn’t trust allison with a child and yet i still trust her way more than the rest of you so i’m going to schedule five a doctor’s appointment or something because god knows he’s probably not up to date on his vaccinations and he’s hanging around claire and i doubt any of y’all even thought about that” hargreeves

the hargreeves all go to an amusement park as a family bonding activity. the mistake becomes clear when it’s revealed that five is too short to go on half the rides. the resulting meltdown gets them all kicked out and Diego just has five tossed over his shoulder still hurling insults at the ride attendant as they hoof it out of there

the family has to figure out everywhere they can go within walking distance because there’s still a cold war going on between allison and five over whether he has to be in a booster seat for any car rides or not

it’s basically just shenanigans with the family and five trying to figure out how to coexist and compromise and also look after one another when it’s been every man for themself pretty much all their lives

[morsking]

kurozu501 replied to your post “miles luna set back milf rights 1000 years”

what happened?

dude holy shit it’s so stupid apparently there was a scene where a bunch of milfs hit on jaune in v7 and now miles is retweeting art of one of those milfs thirsting over him while holding her kid by the hand. i say he set back milf rights 1000 years because he had to include a scene were older women crush on a boy straight out of combat high school as if real world cougars weren’t predatory as hell. he really thought that kind of shit was funny. at this point i cannot be convinced jaune isn’t his self-insert, especially when in no way would anyone find him hot with that atrocious fucking haircut he got for the new volume oh my god.

[frxstguardian]

My review of the Rebels S4 finale

Overall, I’m very pleased with the finale. It was a proper sendoff to all the characters we love while leaving room for future adventures/stories. It was a fitting conclusion to Ezra’s story, ending where we began on Lothal. For me, Rebels was honestly the most enjoyable part of current Star Wars canon, not the movies, so I eagerly await Dave Filoni’s next animated TV show. 

Spoilers below the cut.

Ezra: This boy has grown up so much since S1, from a street rat to a leader, Jedi, and hero. Opening the last episode with Ezra talking to his parents was a sucker punch to the gut. I’m so proud of how confident/competent he is compared to the scared lost boy from S1. Ezra singlehandedly planned and led a mission to liberate his planet and even put backup plans in place! Also he legit threatened to let the wolves eat Governor Pryce omfg what a badass. Idk why but when he said “one last time” before crawling into the vents like the old days is the exact moment I realized how far he’s come. Back in S1, I used to think Ezra was annoying and generic, but now he’s one of my favorite Star Wars characters and it’s gonna be agony waiting years to see him onscreen again.

Sabine: I thought Sabine would return to Mandalore and retake the Darksaber or at least be Bo-Katan’s second-in-command/heir apparent? Maybe they’ll revisit Mandalore in the next animated TV show idk. But her ending was still fitting. I think she felt she owed it to Ezra to stay and protect Lothal especially since Zeb’s people needed him and Hera wanted to fight with the Rebellion. Also I love that Dave Filoni kept their relationship platonic in the finale. I think it was implied that she’s keeping Ezra’s lightsaber for him?

Hera: Every time any character referred to Hera as “General Syndulla” I ascended to higher dimension. Tbh she didn’t really have much to do in the finale, since her major storylines were earlier in S4. Also Hera randomly wearing makeup in the epilogue scene felt weird/OOC but oh well.

Zeb: I legit thought Zeb was gonna die for a minute during that fight with Rukh. Also is kalluzeb canon now omfg??? I watched an interview where the voice actors for Zeb and Pryce were both like “we ship it” haha.

Thrawn: Thrawn’s monologue to Ezra where he completely outmaneuvered the rebels really showed why he’s a scary opponent. I can’t believe the Bendu was being literal when he prophesized Thrawn’s defeat in S3... Filoni knew all along and played us just like with Ahsoka and those Topps cards. Also Thrawn’s henchman Rukh was so annoying and not interesting as a villain, I’m glad he’s finally dead lmao. Since both Ezra and Thrawn survived I’m interested how his character will be relevant moving forward.

Pryce: I liked Governor Pryce in the finale after she was pretty bland in S3. The voice actress did a really good job. The interaction between Pryce and Kallus acknowledging their shared history as Imperial officers was a nice touch. Also Thrawn didn’t have to obliterate her entire life with “I expected Governor Pryce to fail, but not so completely” but he DID and it was SAVAGE.

Palpatine: Okay Palpatine was so good in this episode! His grandfatherly Chancellor persona dressed in white was so unnerving since we know what he really looks like. The hologram flickering into his hooded Emperor persona was freaky in a good way. Ian McDiarmid’s voice acting was impeccable. I was expecting him to say “DO IT” but he never did haha.

Ahsoka: I’m glad Ahsoka only showed up at the end. It would’ve distracted from the main cast otherwise. Bless Dave Filoni for confirming she lives post-ROTJ though. Her Gandalf the White cosplay was stunning a;lsdkfjal;dj.

Miscellaneous: Honestly wasn’t expecting the purrgil and yeah it’s a deus ex machina but it was a nice callback and a clever solution to the “where is Ezra during the OT?” problem. Ezra couldn’t defeat Thrawn but he could remove both himself and Thrawn from the equation and finally give the rebels an advantage. I guess Filoni got around “Scarif was the first major victory for the Rebellion” bc technically the liberation of Lothal was Ezra’s personal mission that Rebel Command never authorized? Kevin Kiner’s music was brilliant as always and elevated every scene to new emotional heights. Dave Filoni himself revealed as the voice of Chopper oh my god...

Epilogue: The parallels between the openings of the pilot and the epilogue!!! ALSO BLUE SKY BLUE SKY BLUE SKY. That was the first time we ever saw a clear blue sky over Lothal and it’s so beautiful and symbolic. Jacen Syndulla’s design honestly isn’t that bad, like the green hair is kinda atrocious but he’s not that ugly haha. What an ominous name choice though... How many years was the time skip? Even right after the Battle of Endor is 5 years later which is longer than how much time Ezra spent with his family on the Ghost :( Sabine’s short hair is a lesbian haircut a;lksdjfl;asjdf;j. My Ahsoka and Sabine dream team riding off into the sunset together to find Ezra <3

Top 3 emotional moments:

The entire “Sabine sees Ezra” scene

Ezra crying while letting go of his parents

Ezra’s goodbye before jumping to hyperspace

Top 3 dramatic shots:

Ezra igniting his lightsaber with 3 giant wolves behind him

Ahsoka arriving with a wizard cloak and staff

Ezra facing the Emperor in the ruins of the temple 

Top 3 dialogue lines:

“For that boy, there is nothing I would not do.” BIG MOOD

“It was an honor to fight with you for something we chose to believe in.” BRB CRYING FOREVER

“You think you can take whatever you want. Things you didn’t make, didn’t earn! Things you don’t even understand.” Me while Ezra (and Hera when Thrawn taunted her with the stolen kalikori) lecture Thrawn on cultural appropriation: “Go off!!!”

[riskeith]

hi boo!

you do be taking up my heart too.. ;)

honestly i’m really worried about that actually. i know that genshin is coming to switch so i’m not /that/ worried but i want it to come quickly before my phone like 💢 explodes. sometimes it overheats so much i get so nervous sjdjsk.

i am! also idk how unpopular this opinion is but i like paimon’s english dub more idk she sounds Adorable in the english dub. what do you think? i see why he’s popular like aside from being diluc his voice is just hot he was talking during a battle and i almost died bc heh 🥴

his s7-8 hair was a mess after spending two years in the abyss without getting a damn haircut, that’s for sure. but it’s keith and he’s always cute so.. hm. anyway OOOOO oh my god? those two look soooo good though like minghao’s mullet isn’t bad at all. it kind of looks ‘natural’ :o you’ll prob rock that ahh.. dude you Are tomboyish. the dudebro of my heart. if i’m cold i’d steal your hoodies babe. and you’re right street clothes are so expensive for no reason at all.. have you considered thrifting? and for me, well my clothing is quite girly i think hdskdhdk. i wear a lot of proper clothes like dress shirts and plaid and coats. dark academia style if you will... :p

tongue piercings are kind of scary.. they look cute af but like,, how ?¿ shdjdks oh helix are my favorite piercings i think those looks sooo good. especially double helix! your dream is trying to push that punk rock energy in your subconscious hehe. i have my lobes, upper lobes and one helix pierced but i haven’t worn earrings in ages so idk if the holes are still functional.. SLEEVE!!!! it’s a dream of mine to have one too sleeves are soo sexy like ughhh. have you considered smaller tattoos? i know doctors that have tattoos and it doesn’t effect their job. and i do have tattoos! two in fact on each wrist.. ;) i’m getting another one when i graduate this summer and i can’t wait..

a goal of mine is recommending a song to you that you’ll seriously enjoy. wish me luck! (aaahhh????? will do.. 😳)

RUIN GUARDS ARE ONE OF YOUR FAVES? girl that’s atrocious. i literally hate them with my entire heart every time i see one i’m like UGH FUCK OFF WHY DON’T YOU? and you’re right omg and suddenly there’s vines all over you and you keep getting hit by them. fuck dendro slimes. speaking of, i can’t wait for us to get dendro characters i feel like their attacks would look Awesome. if dropped by lvl 60+ hilichurls why not mask?

really? i gotta try it again if you recommend it. maybe i just had it at a bad place or something shskdhsk. like always, i trust your taste on things.. 😏 OOO good! water is so nice....

speaking of, bc we talked about clothes and stuff, are you into makeup?

(i will! i’ll probably send it tonight so you’ll get it in the morning... 😳 holy shit. actually i have no idea how that works you’ll have to explain to me. like do we just chat in game and start a co-op sesh or?)

OF FUN! :D LITERALLY shkshdkshshskdjdnd god i love them so much. actually i’ve started to read some fics bc like,, can’t stop thinking about them and so far i’ve seen some good things actually! i recommend it!

YOU DID? CANT WAIT TO SEE IT AAAAA! <33333 hopefully i answered before you fell asleep today? <3!

hi hi!! fasted time i’ve responded to you yet? LOL

;) ;) <333

FSDFDSJ omg noooo that would scare me too i was playing on my phone once and as soon as it started heated up i just stopped hfshfksdjskd. you’re so brave for playing through it 😩

:o! i can’t actually remember paimon’s eng dub voice (or maybe i can’t remember the japanese one hahaha) but i think she’s cute always? fhdskfj wait do we even know much about her.. she really is just helping an outlander for nothing in return (except food i guess lol) wow what a sweetie. HFSKFHSDJFHK that’s such a mood in the darknight hero cutscenes w diluc fighting and using his weapon.. 🥵🥵

if you’re cold you’ll steal my hoodies... have you forgotten how small i am 😭 HFKSHFKJDSJF more like i’ll be stealing yours 🤪. i have wanted to go thrifting!!! but i don’t think there are too many shops here? or maybe not big ones, i know my friend went once but it was super far away rip... i do want to start being more like environmentally conscious with my clothes tho so i’ll def look into it. omg dark academia you did not just say those words to me.... there was a time dark aca playlists were all i listened to.... if you’ve read “what are you without your name” or whatever it’s called FHDSKJF i wrote that w dark aca vibes.... also i was reading some hogwarts 8th year drarry fics at the time i think so omg.... 👀😍💘 (also proper clothes wow that’s so. professional and ‘actual member of society’ vibes i could not relate hfkdshfjsdf)

yeah i can’t imagine the healing process for tongue piercings either yike... oooo!!! very cool.. i don’t wear my lobe piercings either LMAO but maybe i should now that i have my helix too 🤪 sleeves are so sexy and for what omg. i have! they were what i always considered before i for some reason wanted a sleeve all of a sudden hfksjhfds. YOU HAVE TATTOOS?!?!??! omg can i ask what they are 😳 (unless you think they might out you!) and you’re getting another? omg that’s so sexy for you..... i am captivated <33 idk for some reason i feel like at the end of the day i would chicken out of getting a tattoo bc it’s permanent... and like what if my skin stretches or shrinks or something.. and then it looks off hfskhfdskjfhfj (which is ironic considering i got piercings which are also permanent.. but i feel like i don’t have to see it unlike tattoos? LMAO)

good luck!!!!!! my goal will in turn be to seriously enjoy a song you rec.. fdsfjsh 

dude just wait until you meet the other ruin *whatever* variants and you will Understand what i mean. 😭 omg what if it’s just like .... manifesting plants everywhere. WHY NOT MASK!!!! EXPLAIN >:(

maybe!! ngl quite a few places i try matcha stuff don’t do it well either, they use super artificial flavouring and it tastes bad and too fake-sweet ughhhhhhh. ooo on that note. thoughts on bubble tea/bubble tea places? do you guys have a lot there? water is the BEST!!! 💦

i am definitely not!!! im really just a like. doesn’t care too much about my appearance does no upkeep kind of person hfskdjf but also last year... i was thinking maybe i should try... like i kinda wanna see what would happen if i did like intense eyeliner and smokey eye or something... dark lipstick... goth look.. fhskfhksd but that shit be expensive right and in all honesty i would not be bothered to do it every day or even once a week hfskdf. i’m assuming you’re into it?

(yeee! so i’ll add you and you’ll (hopefully hehehe) add me back. and then we can chat whenever, and any time we’re both online i can request to join your world! and then you gotta accept and voila.. i’ll be there 😩😩😩)

oooooo feel free to gimme some recs!!!! 

you have!! i’m staying up doing some other stuff and i wanna use up my resin again before sleeping so hehe maybe i’ll be able to reply once more before then? we shall see.

kisses!! c.r.

[iceprincesseu]

[incorrect squad quotes]

(99% CONFIRMED)

Yixing: you’re cute

Hyorin: what

Yixing: what

Hyorin: i’m kidding i heard you, when are we getting married

~

Jongdae: you made me watch all 8 Harry Potter movies. I don’t even like Harry Potter.

Hyorin: that’s ridiculous, you love Harry Potter! You’ve seen all 8 movies!

~

Tao: wanna bang?

Tao: haha *hang, stupid autocorrect!

Sanghee: this is a verbal conversation

~

Saehyun: hey hyorin, how was your weekend?

Hyorin: good! I watched tv for 14 hours

~

Hyunjae: so saehyun’s a sleep talker

Aejung: yeah?

Hyunjae: “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”. Right. In. My. Ear. AT 3 AM.

~

Sanghee: how’re you feeling?

Aejung: i’ve been experiencing a bad headache lately that seems to come and go…

Kris: *entering the room, wearing circular glasses* aejung!

Aejung: it’s back again

~

Sanghee: what’s the signal if something goes wrong?

Hyunjae: how about “oh shit”?

Sanghee: that’s good

~

Hyunjae: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Hyorin: Tackle him.

Aejung: Kick him in the shin.

Saehyun: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over, kiss him.

Jaehyung: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

~

Hyorin: what if the “g” in “gif” is silent?

Aejung: Hyorin please go to sleep

Hyorin: what gif i don’t want to?

Aejung: fu-

~

Tao: wait you like me??

Tao: for my personality??????

Sanghee: i know i was surprised too

~

Hyorin: tell her about the birds and the bees.

Saehyun to Hyunjae: they’re disappearing at an alarming rate

~

Yixing: sorry i'm late, i was doing things

Hyorin: *enters the room, noticeably disheveled, smug* i’m things

~

Hyunjae: i’m stone cold. unbreakable. a true ice princess.

Jongdae: (smiles)

Hyunjae: i’m melting. breaking. a real mess.

~

Sanghee: literally name one thing that’s better than a dog.

Hyunjae: TWO dogs.

Sanghee: SHIT, YOU’RE RIGHT!

~

Kris: (throws rocks at aejung’s window)

Aejung: (loudly) you have your phone for a reason!

[loud crash noise]

Aejung: (opening her window) DID YOU THROW YOUR FUCKING PHONE AT THE WINDOW?

~

(hyunjae as a supermarket cashier)

Hyunjae: (over the intercom) to the owner of the beige toyota sienna, your window is open and your golden retriever smiled at me. Please come to cash register 7 and tell me what his name is, because i love him.

~

[loud crash in the background]

Saehyun: what WAS that?

Baekhyun: uh...my shirt fell

Saehyun: sounded heavier than a shirt.

Baekhyun: ...i was in it.

~

Aejung: I don’t get paid enough for this.

Luhan: For what?

Aejung: (vague hand gesture that encompasses everything)

~

Hyorin: I can’t believe we’re at Hogwarts!

Jongdae: ...no, that’s Buckingham Palace.

Jongdae: Hogwarts is fictional. Do you know that?

Jongdae: It is important to me that you know that.

~

Sanghee: Has anyone seen my boyfriend Kyungsoo?

Person: what does he look like?

Sanghee: (tearing up) ..Beautiful.

~

Aejung: Do you want to talk about your repressed issues?

Hyunjae: No, that’s why they’re repressed.

~

Sanghee: Get me your finest fruit drink, please.

Waiter: Well, we have our 1979 pinot-

Sanghee: No no no. The good stuff.

Waiter: Miss, our wines are-

Sanghee: The brand name stuff. Caprisun.

~

Saehyun: (wakes up next to Joonmyun everyday)

Saehyun: (everyday, softly) ...holy shit…

~

Hyorin: i only take pictures of things that are beautiful.

Hyunjae: your entire camera roll is filled with pictures of Yixing.

Hyorin: exactly.

Hyunjae: fair enough.

~

Baekhyun: (about Sanghee and Tao) You guys are so cute together!

Sanghee: Baek, I’m cute together with everybody.

~

Aejung: in light of everything in the past week, you may cuddle me for 4 to 5 seconds.

Kris: 45 SECONDS???

Aejung: NO! 4 TO 5 SECONDS!

~

Yixing: Do you have the time?

Hyorin: For you, Xing? Are you joking? I would always make time for you. My time is precious but you are more so. Yixing, you… you are a shining star in a sea of darkness. I would do anything for you.

Yixing: No, like, what time is it. But thank you.

~

Joonmyun to Jongin and Hyunjae: You talk as if your dogs are people.

Jongin: Of course.

Hyunjae: They’re better than any other people we know.

~

Jongin: You look stressed.

Saehyun: Thanks, it’s the stress.

~

Hyorin: (gets papercut)

Hyorin: i welcome death with open arms

~

Hyorin: Saebaby, what color are Joonmyun’s eyes?

Saehyun: the warm chestnut of well-worn leather when the sun comes out after days of rain.

Hyorin: what?

Saehyun: i said brown.

~

Sehun: there’s a lot of love in the room!

Hyunjae: not for you, sehun.

~

Sanghee: Me and Tao? I don’t see it.

Aejung:

Sanghee: Oh god, now I see it.

Aejung:

Sanghee: Aejung, I can’t stop seeing it. 

~

Kris: Come on, I didn’t drink that much last night.

Joonmyun: you were flirting with Aejung.

Kris: So what? She’s my girlfriend.

Joonmyun: You asked her if she was single…

Joonmyun: ...and almost cried when she said she wasn’t.

~

Aejung: I love it when you’re drinking citrus drinks and you can’t feel your tongue and your entire face starts sweating it’s so cleansing!

(2 days later)

Aejung: Guys, the doctor says I’m allergic to citrus.

~

Sehun: Can the sarcasm.

Hyunjae: Please. I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.

~

Hyorin: If we are walking together, please take into consideration my tiny legs. I can’t keep up with you. Please think of my tiny legs, I don’t want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll, you TITAN.

Chanyeol: Just get a pair of roller skates and hang onto my sleeve, we don’t have all day.

~

Jongdae: What are you thinking about, Jae?

Hyunjae: I just thought about how glad I am that dogs can’t read the “no dogs allowed” signs.

Jongdae: ...why?

Hyunjae: They’d feel sad and left out and I don’t want that.

~

Kris: Name one thing you want to try in the bedroom.

Aejung: Getting a full 8 hours of sleep.

~

Hyunjae: Every time you talk, I get this warm and fuzzy sensation inside of me. It’s bothering me so stop.

Jongdae: Warm fuzzy sensation? Oh my God, Hyunjae, do you have feelings for me?

Hyunjae: What the fuck is a feeling?

~

Sanghee: (rolls over in bed and whispers softly to Aejung)

Sanghee: I ate 75 chicken nuggets today.

~

Saehyun: I decided to come out and enjoy nature.

(a few minutes later)

Saehyun: (sees a bee and runs away screaming)

~

Kris: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Saehyun: How tall are you?

~

Hyunjae: You know everything about me?

Minseok: Yep.

Hyunjae: What am I allergic to?

Minseok: Soy products and the full spectrum of human emotion.

~

Joonmyun (about Kris): You beat him in a dance off?

Aejung: No. I destroyed him.

~

Hyorin: Yixing and I slept together.

Sanghee: And?

Hyorin: I thought you would be a little more shocked.

Sanghee: Oh, sorry.

Sanghee: (in a shocked voice) And?!

~

Saehyun: Are you flirting with me?

Baekhyun: Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

~

Aejung: That pokemon looks cool!

Hyorin: Sure, but its attack stat is shit and not to mention its ability makes it worthless. Its move pool is so shallow, it can’t even learn good tms. Not to mention that it’s 4x weak to fire.

Aejung: He goes swoosh swoosh and it’s cute.

~

Jongin: I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but-

Hyunjae: You’re getting an atrocious haircut again?!

Jongin: What? No!

Hyunjae: Oh, thank God. My heart's still racing. (Places Jongin’s hand on her heart) Feel that? That’s fear.

~

Sanghee: I’m going to the store, do you guys need anything?

Hyunjae: Food

Aejung: Sleep

Saehyun: A cure for exhaustion

Sanghee: Yeah I got like...2 dollars.

~

Joonmyun: When you said “magical in bed” this isn’t exactly what I was exp-

Saehyun: (holds up 8 of hearts) is this your card?

Joonmyun: (in awe) Holy shit.

~

Hyorin: I’m Yixing trash.

Yixing: As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Is 6 okay?

~

Hyunjae: (in a sing song voice) You like him~

Aejung: I just think Kris is kind of alright, it’s not like I’m up all night thinking about him, okay?

(Later that night, 4 am)

Aejung: well fuck.

[captainjimsexypantskirk]

Finding You

(gif not mine)

Fairytail AU

Part 1

Rating: Teen. 

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Uhura, Spock, Bones, Winona Kirk

WARNINGS: Descriptions of making out, kirk being charming, Bones being a dad, Death mentions. 

Author’s Note: I don’t know if I like this part as much as I liked the first one. I hope this is okay. Thank you to everyone who has commented on this. And thanks to those that want to be tagged. 

Tags: @outside-the-government (you are amazing, just so you know.) @miss-nerdalots, and of course the lady that sent out the request @yourtropegirl (Idk if you wanted to be tagged, but you asked for it so I am tagging you. :) )

  The ride back to your home was silent. Nyota and Mr. Spock ended up coming home with you. Nyota had known that you needed a woman to talk to. A girl needs to talk with another girl after her first kiss. You held your emotions in till your father fell asleep along the journey, but the second a snore escaped the man across from you; you folded. Sobs shook your body and you couldn’t understand why.

“Oh dear.” Nyota said tenderly and wrapped her arm around you, cuddling you close. She held you in a motherly embrace as you let out all your newly found sadness. “It must have been one hell of a kiss” She whispered and you coughed before nodding in response.

“I don’t understand. I just met him. But I feel as though I should be there with him. Now that I have met him, I feel this strong pull. I already miss him and we barely spoke.” You whispered, wiping tears from your cheeks. Nyota smiled softly.

“I have felt that. I felt that on a trip from a neighboring town when I met this strange man with atrocious haircut” She held your hand and you looked between her and Mr. Spock. Mr. Spock smiled and nodded.

“As did I. Love is an illogical emotion that has no bounds. Love can come in seconds, or can grow over years. But if you feel a pull”

“If you feel that pull from your heart down to your gut. If that pull makes you excited but also sick at the same time; then it is love. And love will always come to you” Nyota finished and fixed your bangs. You smiled soft. Oh, how you wished that love would find you.

 ~~

Once the Doctor and the beautiful young woman had left his sight, Jim started to panic. Had he just kissed a woman he had barely met? Had he really kissed the daughter of the man who tried to save his father from death? He had, and there wasn’t one ounce of regret, just a harsh and constant tug. A tug that pulled him forward from his heart and gut. He had to find her. And he had to find her soon. With the decision made he rushed into the main hall to find his mother. Once he spotted her he rushed her.

“Mother. Mother! Where does that Dr. McCoy reside? I must go to their house at once” He said and she simply scoffed before looking around. She stood and walked to the buffet, picking over the food with a calm expression.

“Why in the world would you want to follow that man? Hmm?” She asked and Jim rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to follow him mother. I want to follow Y/N” He said and she dropped the piece of meat from her fingers before spinning to face him.

“You will not marry her. She is the daughter of the man that let your father die! He wasn’t smart enough to save him, what makes you think that she is good enough to be your wife? Let alone help you lead this kingdom!” Her voice was calm but sharp as she spoke. Jim hated it when she spoke sharply, but he didn’t care on this night.

“Only God could have saved father. He was shredded as if he had been shoved through a tunnel of blades. It is not Dr. McCoy’s fault” He said, his voice being fierce as well. “I will find them, and I will offer her marriage. If she agrees than I will be honored to be her husband.” He stated and glared at his mother. She only glared back.

“You will do no such thing.” She said and looked around. “Pick another girl.” She said and started to walk away. Jim would not accept it. He walked up to his throne and stood proudly in front of the crowd of his people.

“Ladies, gentleman, honored guests. I apologize to inform you that tonight’s festivities must come to an end. I will not lie to my kingdom, or hide the truth. I have found the woman I wish to marry. But she has been pulled away from my grasp. If anyone, anyone at all, can tell me where Dr. McCoy and his daughter reside you will be rewarded.” He finished and his mother gasped.

“You! Get away from there! YOU WILL NOT MARRY HER!” She screamed and the crowd fell silent, turning to her. She covered her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. “I mean, Son, she is not a proper fit.” She said and the crowd turned away from her. That is when a young man came forward. He lived down the street from the family.

“Your Highness, they live in the village west from here. It is a 2-day trip. Their house is the one by the lake, with the dahlia sign in front of the pathway.” He said and bowed. Jim smiled and moved to take the young man’s hand.

“Thank you. When I return, I will reward you with whatever your heart desires. Besides the throne of course” He and the young man chuckled. “Everyone, eat our food, drink our wine. Celebrate for me, I am about to go find my wife!” He yelled and the crowd cheered as he rushed out to the stables. He climbed on top of his horse and started his journey to her home.

~~

Your father was still upset. He had forced the coachman and the horses to travel without rest which resulted in them making their journey home in less than a day. He bid Nyota and Spock farewell as soon as the carriage stopped in front of their home and you sighed. Nyota touched your cheek gently as your father stormed off into the house.

“Dear, he will come around. You are his life, and the castle is far away. He just doesn’t want to lose you. Or have you give up everything to only loose someone you love.” She said and you nodded in understanding. Kings died all the time, being married to one must been wildly difficult. Slowly you made your way into the house to find him hunched over his desk.

“Father… I didn’t mean to upset you.” You whispered and walked to him, taking your glove off to touch his shoulder gently. He let out a sigh and put his hand over yours.

“I know. Y/N I know…” He said and patted your hand gently before standing. “But I cannot allow you do sign up for a life of stress, worry, and pain” He said and walked over to the kitchen. His voice was final. He needed his space and you understood. You turned and left the room.

Quietly you made your way up the stairs and changed into our everyday dress. You pulled your hair from the tight pun and combed out the curls around your neck before braiding it. All you thought of as you fixed your hair was the Prince’s eyes. His eyes were a rich shade of blue, with streaks of grey going through them. They were captivating. He was captivating, but you were certain that he had found another girl. A girl who could hold a conversation without giving into the passions of a quick kiss.

The kiss. It had started out so shy, and sweet, but then it turned to passionate. His lips were soft and plump against yours. He was so gentle, and slow as he had glided his tongue along your bottom lip. You finished your hair and touched your mouth as you continued to get lost in the memory. If only you had been alert enough to remember more. You moved to sit at your desk and pulled out a book about the stars and smiled to yourself, thinking of that night sky before you opened it and began to study its pages.

~~

The air was cool against his skin as he dropped to his feet from the back of his horse. He guided his horse to the small creek next to the road. The sun had come up, the sky was painted beautiful shades of pink orange and gold. The pink and the gold made him think of your dress. It complimented your skin tone perfectly, and the shimmer of the fabric caught any light, making it dance against your skin.

As he continued to let his horse rest and drink, he thought of you. You smelled of lavender and rose. The way your lips felt against his made his pulse rise. He felt that tug again in his body. He needed you, he had to find you. Not out of passion or lust, but out of curiosity. The way you looked towards the sky reminded him of himself. Your sense of wonder had captivated him. He wanted to take you on adventures, he wanted to fulfil any sense of wonder you may have. With a stretch and yawn he climbed back onto the back of his horse and was off again to find you.

~~

Twenty-four hours had officially passed. It had been a full day since you last saw him. Your chest ached at the thought. It was just the first of many days to come without him. Without the sense of adventure, and fun he had made you feel. You stepped downstairs for the first time since you returned home. You found your father setting the table and he smiled soft at you.

“I made your favorite.” He said and awkwardly stood by the table. You looked between him and the food before you moved to sit in your normal seat.

“Thank you, father.” You responded and looked at the meal in front of you. You put the book you had been reading next to your plate and started to eat. He sat next to you and looked to the book.

“A sudden interest in the sky? What brought this about?” He asked and took a bite of dinner, watching you as you chewed. You sat your fork down and wiped your mouth.

“Well, the night at the castle. Here, trees block most of the view of the sky. The only place I can go to see the stars is out on the lake, but it is too cold at night. But at the castle, it was warm and the view you can see from the balcony is breathtaking” As you spoke, you noticed how excited you had become. “I want to travel there more often. Even if it is just to go to the front steps so I can see the stars.” You finished and looked to the book. Your father chuckled.

“The king and I studied together. He wanted to be a doctor, but royalty called him so he became king. Luckily for him he met the queen many months before and they were to wed. He also loved the stars. He was a good man, and a great king. He would have loved to tell you about the stars I am sure” He said and you watched him quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had tried to save the king?” You asked and your father sighed.

“I was very young. I had just started practicing. You had been born and instead of dwell on it I decided to not bring it up ever again. Luckily everyone understood that it was impossible to save him from his accident, so I was still able to have a steady career.” He ate as he spoke and you listened. “You know… that is why I became so upset. I remember telling the queen that her husband didn’t make it. I saw the darkness consume her. I don’t ever want that to happen to Y/N” He said and gently touched your hand. You couldn’t say anything in response. The two of you sat there quietly.

“Prince Kirk loves that stars too.” You said and smiled soft. “I’m glad to hear that he did get something from his father. I am sure that one day he will lead this kingdom in the right direction.” You said sadly and your father noticed. Another long silence fell over the two of you. You glanced to him and could see that he was deep in thought.

“I” He started and then sighed before looking to you, “Y/N, I can’t stop it if it is meant to be. So… If the idiot comes rushing out here. You can leave…” He said and looked back at the table. You smiled soft and took his hand gently.

“Father, if I leave, I will make sure you come with me” You spoke, trying to comfort him and he chuckled. “Okay?”

“Okay. Now get to bed.” He said and you laughed before going back upstairs quickly. As you slid into your bed and covered yourself you once again found yourself thinking of the prince. Hope filled your chest that he came after you, and that he felt the urge to be with you like you felt the urge to be with him.

~~

He rushed down the road of the town. The sky was once again painted with pink and golden hues. He had ridden through the day and night to find her and he was so close. He moved to climb back down the ground from his horse. He made sure his horse was safe and secure before he rushed back down the road on foot.

“Y/N!” He yelled, waking neighbors. People walked to their front step only to be shocked by seeing the prince franticly looking for you.

He repeatedly yelled out your name, each yell getting louder. He had hoped that he found the right town. He started to fear he had taken a wrong turn, but then he saw a glimmer of the lake, and the dahlia sign. Relief washed over him and he ran to the door. “Dr. McCoy! Y/N!” He yelled as he pounded on the door. The sound of his voice made your eyes snap open. You moved quickly to change into nice clothes and fix your hair. Before he could knock again, your father opened the door and Jim didn’t hesitate.

“Doctor.” He panted, trying to catch his breath as he spoke “I will not abandon your daughter. I will not run off into a situation where I know I will not survive. I will not leave her to grow cold and bitter like my mother has. I will take her on adventures. I will let her study, and learn every subject her heart desires.” He kept on, not knowing you were hiding behind the door. You saw your father glance at you and he crossed his arms over his chest. The gesture made the prince nervous.

“Young man” Your father started to say.

“No. I have no chance at getting to know your daughter, or marrying your daughter if you do not bless it. I need your blessing sir. She is bright like the sun, but calming like the moon. She feels like a friend I have known for years. In those few moments, we joked, we laughed, and I felt at ease. I hope she felt the same. Please sir…let me in. Trust me” Kirk said, his eyes pleading and your father sighed. The young man really knew how to take the fun out of the situation.

“It isn’t up to me anymore your Highness.” He said and moved to open the door fully to show you. You smiled at Jim and the prince sighed.

“Did you really just listen to all of that?” He asked and smiled and you laughed.

“That was quite a speech, Jim” You responded and your father moved so you could step outside. You stood in front of him and touched the jacket of the clothes he had worn at the ball. He must have left right after you.

“I have been thinking of it since I decided to come find you” He said and touched your hands gently, bringing them up to kiss them gently.

“Well, you are lucky I moped and pouted till my father gave in your Highness” You said with a smile. Once again, the two of you locked eyes and he touched your cheek gently.

“You are more beautiful than the stars, and much more mysterious” As he spoke he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “It may be soon, but I have to let you know that I intend on marrying you.” He looked almost nervous and you smiled.

“I have a couple of conditions first though.” He looked surprised. “My father moves near the castle. As well as my tutor Ms. Uhura and her love Mr. Spock.  I cannot leave my family for a man, even if that man is to be king.” You kissed his palm and he smiled.

“Family is exactly what we will need.” He smiled and stepped closer. “So, Y/N, is that a yes?” He asked and leaned closer, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Yes, it is.” You responded. As soon as you finished the sentence he kissed you with urgency and passion. He picked you up and held you as close as he could and you clung onto him, wrapping your arms around him.

~~

A year later you stood in front of a church full of people. Your hands were in Jim’s as he recited his vows to you. It had been a short year. You explored the kingdom together. He showed you the ways of the castle, and you forced your father to tell the both of you tales of King George Kirk. The year was filled with growth, knowledge, and joy. After a year, when the love was strong, and the friendship stronger the two of your finally decided to wed.

“As long as we both shall live” He finished and beamed as he kept eye contact with you. You had said your vows first. You looked from his eyes to his pale blue suit, and he looked from your eyes to your pale pink dress. Your wedding attire was designed to resembled the clothes you wore the night you met.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss you- “The priest was interrupted with kirk pull you into the deepest kiss you two had shared yet. He cradled the back of your head as he kissed you slow and deep, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip till you slide your tongue out to meet him. The two of you continued but broke apart with your father let out a cough. With a giggle from you and a laugh from him, the two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand. You walked down the aisle, excited for the next adventure as King and Queen.

[lillianfromaccounting]

Waiting Too Long (Ch. 2)

Fanfic to NSYNC’s Greatest Hits album as part of @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s fanfic album challenge.

All tags and warnings are on the Waiting Too Long Master List page.

Ch 2. Girlfriend (The Neptunes Remix) - featuring Nelly (word count: 1,861)

Song written by Justin Timberlake, Pharrell Williams, & Chad Hugo

“Let’s make this quick, we have to get back to the party before anyone misses us. You know how Steve freaks out when he doesn’t know where you are,” Natasha said before crashing her mouth into Bucky’s, her fingers raking through his hair. She slammed him into the wall of the training room and climbed up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His metal arm supported her weight while his right arm hiked her sleek black dress up to her waist. One of her hands made quick work of his pants while her lips kissed a trail along his scruffy jaw. “The tux is nice, but would look better on my floor. I like the new haircut,” she teased.

“I kept it just long enough for you to hold on.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Would you be my girlfriend? Uh, Would you be my girl? Would you be my, (would you be my girlfriend?) Check it

Bucky turned so that Natasha’s back was to the wall. She grabbed onto a nearby weight rack as Bucky grazed his beard against her inner thighs. He wasn't surprised that she had a knife sheathed in her garter, but delighted to find she was sans underwear.

I'll make your neck pop back and in fact I'll buckle your knees (hey) Please okay, baby what's it gon take for you to be my lady (tell me right now)

I hear you ask yourself if you should You tell me the sex, it’s good I'll make ya keep yellin', "Bucky, I wish you would"

But you're hesitatin', debatin' whether or not it's real I ain't shootin game, boo, I'm just tellin you how I feel I'm diggin’ everything about you Your hips and the way the sway I hate to see you leave boo, but let us see ya all the way I'll be your personal shrink, boo, I care what you think (Woo)

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Steve pressed a button and the elevator doors closed.

"Permission to speak freely," Steve stole another glance at her.

"Steve, you're the boss," Maria said. "You always have permission to speak freely."

"I want to speak--as a friend," he hesitated.

Maria took a deep breath. "You know you always have permission to speak freely with me, especially as a friend."

I don't know why you care (why you thinkin' bout him mamma?) He doesn't even know you're there 'Cause he don't love your eyes (no) And he don't love your smile (no) Girl you know that ain't fair (c'mon)

She turned to catch Steve staring at her, his cherry red lips in a pout.

"He didn't deserve you," Steve spat.

"Pardon?" Maria shook her head.

"That Fedor fellow." Steve cleared his throat. "You deserve better."

"I wasn't exactly girlfriend of the year," Maria said. "I should have made more of an effort."

"More of an effort than him? He never visited the tower, even those nights when you texted him after a mission. He should have made more of an effort. He never brought you flowers or took you out dancing—or whatever kids do these days on dates.”

Maria mustered up a smile.

In the middle of the night Is he gonna be by your side? Or will he run and hide? You don't know cause things ain't clear And baby when you cry Is he gonna stand by your side? Does the man even know you're alive?

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“Oh god, James!” Natasha moaned, her fingernails clawing down his tuxedo jacket.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, muffling the guttural sounds coming out of his mouth. She peppered kisses on his head as her heels found the floor again.

“So are we an item? Boyfriend-girlfriend? What do kids call it these days?” Bucky tucked himself back into his pants.

"I like this arrangement that we have," Natasha replied slowly, adjusting her dress. "Why do we need a label?"

"I want to be able to take you out to dinners, hold your hand in public. I'm tired of sneaking around behind everyone's backs," Bucky said.

"I appreciate all of that." Natasha flashed a quick smile. "I don't need grand gestures."

"But I do," Bucky said. "I want the whole world to know how much I love you. Is this about that guy from Harvard that you ran into last week?"

"No, James. There's no one else."

"Then what is it?" Bucky asked.

"I just--I don't like labels," Natasha sighed. She laced her fingers with his metal hand. “But I love what we have.”

Bucky clenched in jaw and turned his gaze away from her.

Why don't you be my girlfriend I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl) I know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star

The one to show you where you are Girl you should be my girlfriend

Her thumb gently rubbed the scruff along his jaw. "Look, if it means so much to you, we can tell Steve after the ball drops," she offered.

He took both her hands in his. "Really?" He smiled from ear to ear.

"Yes, really." She couldn’t help but return the smile. 

---

“He never made an effort to get to know you or any of us. I mean, we technically live with you. People may pursue more alternative lifestyles these days, but you would think if someone was interested in you, they’d want to know about your everyday life,” Steve rambled. “If it were me, I’d care. If you were my girlfriend, I’d--I’d--I’d want to spend every moment possible with you. I’d figure out how to move into the tower or very close to it, get to know the competition.”

Does he know what you feel (does he know what you feel?) Are you sure that it's real yeah (are you sure?) Does he ease your mind (nah) Or does he break your stride? Did you know that love could be a shield yeah

Maria laughed. “What competition? The last time someone around here asked me out was when the new IT guy Kevin joined the team and didn’t know better. He was sweet.”

“What happened to him?” Steve couldn’t place a face to the name.

“Oh, he practically shit his pants when he realized who I was and renegged on the date.” Maria shrugged.

“Hey, if I were some regular guy, I’d be intimidated by all of this.”

“You’re not some regular guy, Steve, you’re Captain fucking America. You could probably pick up anyone you want,” Maria scoffed.

“Oh, I dunno,” Steve said. “You wouldn’t go out with me, would you? I mean, hypothetically.” Ever since I saw your face Nothing in my life has been the same I walk around just saying your name Without you my world would end, yeah I've searched around this whole damn place And everything says you were meant to be My girlfriend... oh

“Yeah, why not? You’re a stand-up guy,” Maria said without missing a beat. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. You’re pretty amazing.”

Steve looked down, willing away the blush creeping up his face.

Girl you should be my girlfriend (you make my heart sing)

The elevator opened up to the helipad. The party had moved out there in anticipation of the fireworks at midnight.

“Maria!” Tony called out. “There you are!” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple.

“Yes, yes,” Maria put on a smile. “I promised you a show.”

“Fanfare,” Tony corrected. “You promised me fanfare.”

“Coulson, we’re ready for you.” Maria spoke into her comm.

A few moments later, several of Tony’s Iron Man suit prototypes flew up and danced to music blaring from the outdoor speakers.

“This is atrocious,” Tony said. Steve shot Maria a concerned look. “This is absolutely atrocious and it’s genius! Who programmed them to do this?” Tony laughed.

“It was a group effort,” Maria said.

Bucky walked out onto the helipad while Natasha snuck in on the other side, through one of the windows. They both joined the group as Bruce came over and handed out champagne glasses to everyone. The Avengers tower LED sign briefly turned into a countdown clock as the new year approached.

“TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the crowd shouted. Fireworks illuminated the New York skyline. The group exchanged hugs and kisses, wishing each other happiness and prosperity.

Tony gave Maria a hug. “Thanks for the party. I needed it after this year.”

“Anytime, boss,” Maria said pulling out of the hug.

Steve placed his hand on Maria’s elbow.

“Happy new year, Steve,” she said, turning towards him with a smile.

“Happy new year,” he replied. As he leaned in to give her a hug, Bucky shoved him. Steve tripped over Maria’s feet and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, softening her landing as they hit the ground.

“Sorry. I’m such a klutz. You ok?” he asked, locking eyes with her.

“Yeah, I think so. You?” she asked, hands on his shoulders.

“Yea--” He knew he should probably get up, but he didn't want to move from his position. "This might be out of line." He cupped her cheek in his left hand and leaned in, pressing his lips onto hers. He felt her cold fingers on the back of his neck, inviting him to deepen the kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted of champagne and raspberries. For a moment, his surroundings faded and there was a serene stillness he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Another moment passed and the loud boom of the fireworks assaulted his ears again. He pulled back for air, trying to read the expression on Maria’s face. “About that question earlier. What if it wasn’t hypothetical?”

Girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my girl) Girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my) Girl you should be my girlfriend

She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair, grinning sheepishly. “Which question again?”

Steve sighed and ran his thumb along her jaw. “Maria Hill, will you do me the honor of goi--"

BOOM!

An explosion in the distance interrupted him. As they all looked up, several other explosions went off in the vicinity.

Steve helped Maria to her feet.

“JARVIS, report,” Tony said.

“Five explosions on Liberty Island.” JARVIS brought up holographic screens with footage of the damage. “The island is closed, but one of the explosions damaged a nearby cruise ship. They seem to be docking on the island to wait for emergency assistance.”

“Avengers, assemble!” Steve called out.

“Show of hands,” Tony said, raising his hand. “Who’s sober?” Half the attendees raised their hands. “Ok, who here thinks they’re sober enough to walk a tightrope over a fiery pit?” Half the hands went down.

“I don’t think I could walk a tightrope, sober or not,” Bruce said to himself.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Tony said. “Ok, Vision, Thor, and I will take Capsicle, Old Man Winter, and Banner over. The rest of you, suit up and sober up in the quinjet.”