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Netflix will trip you up everytime

The other day I was talking with Ang. She asked me about drabble requests and I thought ‘I don’t know if I can do that’. So she flooded my inbox with some gif’s. If I have done OK with these then that may be what I do when I hit 1.5K followers (which I am not to terribly away from hitting!)

So with that being said, I worked on 3 of them last night… hope I did all the gif’s justice Angelina… enjoy!

This is the first of 3 drabbles…. as always if you want off or on the tag list just let me know… And leave me some feedback, let me know how I am doing as far as these GIF drabbles things go.

(I’m not totally sure if these actually count as drabbles considering their length… maybe they are more like snipets???)

Mama’s Master List

Another Thursday and the brothers were still gone. This hunt was taking just a tad longer than they had hoped. Well longer than Dean had hoped anyways. Thankfully, I wasn’t much of a wanderer. With him gone, I was perfectly content to hang out in the bunker just doing my thing.

Coming back from the kitchen with my tenth Hot Pocket today, I jumped into the bed and got bundled up under the covers. I grabbed the remote and hit play. I really did hate it when Dean was gone but I have to admit, it did give me time to do my binge watching. S2 e11 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. started playing. I was seriously not liking the new Simmons and her new attitude!

Half way through the episode, my phone rang. I paused the show and snatched the phone up. That better be Dean, I thought to myself.

“Hello.” I said into the speaker.

“Hey sweetheart. Whatcha doing?” Dean replied.

“Oh nothing. Just sitting here. How are y’all doing?”

“Everything went good. The job is finished.”

“So are you heading home now?”

“Yep. I should be there this evening.”

“Thank goodness. I have missed you!”

“I’m sure you have. What have you eaten today?”

“I’ve had a couple of Hot Pockets. Why?”

“Step away from the Netflix, baby.”

I started laughing. I could picture the look on his face at that moment, one total exasperation.

“It’s not funny. I bet you have been binge watching the entire time I’ve been gone, huh? And you have probably gone through two boxes of those nasty things.”

“Not true,” I said, still laughing. “I did stop watching for a bit and washed a load of clothes.”

Dean started laughing too. I even heard Sam chuckle in the background.

“Ok, so you haven’t  been watching Netflix every single minute I have been gone. I gotcha.”

“Baby, don’t hate on Netflix. It keeps me from missing you too much when you are gone.”

“Really? How much do you really miss me then?”

“Oh baby. You have no idea. I miss your kisses. I miss the way those hands…”

“Hey, hey… take it off speakerphone Dean. That’s a little more than I need to know.” I heard Sam say in the background. I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.

“Well Sammy isn’t quite in the mood for us to share with him tonight. So I tell you what, get off Netflix and be prepared to show me exactly how much you miss me when I get there, ok?”

“Baby you know that is NOT a problem!”

“Ok, love you and I will see you in about two hours.”

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Undisclosed Desires (part 1)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: You have a secret history with angels that you’d rather not discuss with the Winchesters. Then you meet Castiel.

Warnings: Slight smut (very brief), language

A/N: I didn’t realize how perfectly “Undisclosed Desires” by Muse fits this series until it was mostly written. Just an FYI, the whole story is more than it seems. Master tag list is at the end. Let me know if you’d like to be added.

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Every girl is entitled to her own secrets, right? Your life was full of them. Hunting didn’t exactly allow for telling the truth to everyone.

Even as you got closer to the Winchesters, you never felt you could be entirely honest with them about your past; you didn’t think they’d understand. It wasn’t a problem until they informed you of their relationship with an angel.

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love knows no bounds (pt. 1) // edmund pevensie

summary: the reader and edmund have been friends for most of their time together in narnia. but, they realize their true feelings for each other at the worst moment; just when they both leave for earth. and it doesn’t help that they live practically half a world apart.
pairing: reader x edmund pevensie
word count: 1.5k
notes: so this is going to end up as a multi-part fic, and a collab with the most lovely @alwaysinnarnia​, who (i think) is currently working on the second part. i’m so excited for you all to see the whole of this :)
listen to: ho hey - the lumineers

Originally posted by aslansblessings

“1, 2, 3, 4…” Peter closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on the stone wall as the memories of Lucy’s very first encounter with the magical land of Narnia flooded his thoughts, a smile being graced on his face.

Susan pulled Lucy up along the giant rocks outside Aslan’s How step by step until they managed to reach the very top and hid in a tree, and Caspian ran off into the woods nearby where they hid in holes, leaving you and Edmund with nowhere to go.

“… 73, 74, 75…”

“Quick, I know where we can hide!” You whispered to Edmund as you grabbed his hand and ran briskly into Aslan’s How, stopping at the very back to find the secret stairwell Aslan had only told you about. As you knocked quietly on different spots of the wall trying to find the entrance, Edmund sucked air in nervously behind you.

“What’re you doing?! Peter’s going to find us!”

“Shh, Ed! Trust me, no one’ll find us —“ you stopped your sentence half way as you knocked on the right brick. In robust, speedy movements, the stone wall opened up to form a set of stairs leading down to another room.

“What the bloody hell…”

“Come on!” you didn’t hesitate to reach your hand out to Edmund as he stood there looking at you with excitement. Pulling him down the spiral staircase, you two were greeted by a dark, confined, and dusty room, with a small bed in one corner.

“What— is— this place?” Edmund choked out between coughs.

You rubbed your hands over your legs, trying to get rid of the multiple spider webs surrounding your body. “It’s a room, obviously.”

“Yeah, but why’s it here?” Edmund placed his head back on the wall as he proceeded to sit down on the carpeted floor.

“Aslan created it for me. I would come down here whenever I was feeling upset or wanting to be alone, where no one could find me. It’s been awhile since I felt that way… The room used to be a lot more visually pleasing than this, though.” Letting out a quiet laugh, you sat down next to Edmund and closed your eyes, sighing contently.

Even through the dark you could feel Edmund smiling at you, and so, you found his hand and clasped your nimble fingers around it, giving it a light squeeze. This wasn’t uncommon in your and Edmund’s friendship. Holding hands, hugs, eye contact, and smiles were how you showed one another that your long-lasting friendship was still intact and that you were there for each other. You two first met during the reign of Jadis, 1 year ago in human time, 1300 years ago in Narnian time.

The Pevensies’ met you, the odd American in Narnia, at Aslan’s Camp. You were a newcomer, just like them, and was also part of the prophecy. You still clearly remember the day you were deemed a queen of Narnia by Aslan.

“… And to the august Western Mountains, Queen (Y/N) the Bold.”

Sharing many of the same qualities as Edmund, it was only natural that it you two were to become close friends. However, there was something hidden deep within the prophecy, which remained known to only Aslan.

When those who seek adventure cross the same path, they will encounter, later on, love’s true wrath.

You sought out adventure, just the same as Edmund, and it was when you first met him at the Camp that you realized that you two would instantly become friends. But as you became older, it hadn’t occurred to either of you, yet, that your friendship has grown into a certain something called love.

A few minutes of peaceful silence passed in the dark room, until Edmund spoke up. “What made you feel happy?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You said that you used to come down here all the time because you felt upset… what changed that feeling?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but your mind was blank. What did change that feeling? When you first arrived here in Narnia, all you wanted was to go back home. You missed your friends, your family, the neighbours on your block, the kind people that would always smile at you when they walked past; you missed Earth. You didn’t want to be seen looking upset and worried by the others here, and so it was Aslan who made you your the secret room. And then it filled your mind, you knew why you went from upset to happy.

It was Edmund.

The messy dark chocolate haired boy had been the one to pull you out of your constant state of sadness. No one had made you feel as happy and important as he did.

“You. It was you.” You could see him flash his pearly whites through the dark and you did the same back.

It was at that moment that you and Edmund had recognized that your feelings for each other weren’t that of friendship, but that of love. After all this time you had known each other for, you both realized that you loved the other. You wanted to be together. Til’ the end of time. Edmund now finally understood the deep fire in his stomach whenever he saw you and Caspian together as envy and anger. You now finally understood the warm fuzzy feeling you would get whenever he touched you as love and desire.

You both began to lean in, merely inches apart, as you felt his breath of mint on your lips and nose, just until the tapping of shoes and whispers of voices could be heard

Down the stairs came Peter, followed by Susan, Lucy, and Caspian.

See? I told you she would have brought him here!” Caspian’s thick accent sounded through as he smirked triumphantly.

“W-what are you doing here?” You quickly stood up, as did Edmund, with a look of shock on your face. How did Caspian know about this room?

“We caught you, (Y/N). But I must say, this is a clever place to hide.” Peter laughed.

“Okay, but, how did you know this room existed?” Edmund read your mind and stated your question out for you.

“Why, is this where you two love birds come down all the time without us knowing?” Susan scoffed playfully.

“What?! No!” You and Edmund responded at the same time.

“No one knew about this room except for me! I used to come down here all the time when I was sad…” you trailed off as you tried to think of a reason as to how Caspian found the stairwell leading down to the room.

“Yes, well, it would have probably served as a better hiding spot if you actually remembered to shut the door.” Caspian rolled his eyes.

You sputtered on your words trying to form a sentence, but Edmund interrupted you, a tone of annoyance and anger lacing through his voice. “Okay, so you found us, whatever. We need to get ready for our farewell.” He shoved past Peter and Susan and ran up the stairs, leaving you there with a confused frown on your face.

Lucy ran up to you and tugged at your sleeve. “What happened?”

“I - I don’t know…” you left the others unconvinced with your statement. What just happened? Were you and Edmund really about to kiss? Did you think of him as a friend? All this time? Or as more? Thoughts flooded your brain, but you couldn’t stop them from overflowing. You needed to let your feelings out. “Lucy, Susan, I think I need to talk to you two.”

Susan walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. “(Y/N), are you alright? What do need to talk about?” You ignored her questions and looked behind her at Peter and Caspian who had expressions of worry written on their faces.

Alone. I need to talk to you two alone.” Caspian accepted your request at once and walked out of the room. But Peter, however, needed a little more convincing.

“What’s the matter?” Peter lightly shoved Susan aside and took your hands in his.

“I don’t- I don’t think that maybe you should know just yet.”

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything.”

“Peter, please, I just don’t feel like—“

“What’s going on? Why can’t you just —“

“Peter, stop it! She’ll tell you later. Please, just go.” Susan gently pried his hands away from yours and beckoned him to leave. He looked at you forgivingly as he curtly nodded, and then proceeded to head up the stairs.

A few seconds had passed and you fell to the ground, your head in your hands.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?!” Lucy wailed as she sat down next to you, her hand on your knee.

“E-Edmund.” as you said his name, you felt your voice begin to shake and eyes begin to pool up with tears.

“Wait, what about him?” Susan raised an eyebrow, concerned for not only you, but her little brother. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), answer me!” As her worry grew, so did the sound of her voice.

That’s when you started sobbing. Lucy shushed Susan and patted your knee soothingly.

“I think- I think I —”

“You think what?” Susan and Lucy asked you at the same time.

“I think I love him”

Rockefeller

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Prompt: Anthony has never been to Rockefeller Center. It’s up to you to correct this horrible mistake.

A/N: Andddd we are back! Here’s my Worldwide Day fic! Also my first Anthony imagine, he deserves so many imagines I love Anthony. Thank you to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being the best proofreaders ever. Enjoy!

Originally posted by unimarshpig


“So you’re from Bushwick, literally one borough over, and you’ve never been to Rockefeller Center?” You lifted your head from Anthony’s chest to look at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

“I just never felt a need to go.” He shrugged, looking down at you.

“Nope. No. Unacceptable. Get up.” You left his warm embrace and got up from the couch though Anthony protested.

“Babe, we said it would be a chill day indoors, it’s so cold outside. Can’t we just stay in?” Anthony whined as you pulled him off the sofa and down the hall to his room.

“Dress warm, we are going right now.” You commanded, crossing your arms over your chest. Anthony could tell you weren’t going to budge so he went through his drawers and pulled on a few extra layers of clothing. Once he was sure he would be warm, he walked into the living room where you were sitting on your phone.

“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?” He tried once more to bargain with you but you shook your head no, pulling on your beanie.

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archiveofourown.org
A Journey To Love- Calamityk
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Work based on this post 

(NR, 2.5k, 1/10)

For Otabek and Yuri, love is a journey.


Or, ninety-nine scenes of them falling in love and one where they finally say it.

A gift for the lovely @gutgemacht for being there, and reading my work, and drawing me art based on my stufff, and just generally being pretty great. 

RvB Rec Day

The Ring Of Fire by darthrevaan (Gen, 800 words, Complete)
Sarge volunteers to help Wash train the troops on Chorus. Short and sweet and hilarious, and the Sarge characterization hits that perfect sweet spot of absurdity and serious soldiering.

Puppy Eyes by @a-taller-tale​ (Gen, 1k, Complete)
“Bullshit, you’re not good with kids,” Tucker said, while Wash did the dishes after Junior was tucked into his Spiderman bedsheets. “You handled Caboose like a pro for years.” The now-they’re-civilians story where Wash awkwardly tries to bond with Junior, and everything is adorable.

Morning Coffee by @wordsysayswords​ (Gen, 1.5k, Complete)
Tucker and Grif try to prank Wash, and discover you should never go up against a Freelancer when coffee is on the line. Hysterically funny, and heartwarming around the edges.

burn and bury by stellulam (Yorkalina, 7.7k, Complete)
The AU where Carolina finds York before Tex does, and recruits him into her quest instead. You can’t exactly call a story that’s under 10k “slow burn,” but it has kind of that luxurious feel, as the two of them slowly find their way back into a relationship, and Carolina finally gets a chance to decide what she really wants from York. Gorgeous.

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir by @meteoratdusk​ (Gen, 31k, Complete)
OH. MY. GOSH. Do you love:

  1. Creepy haunted house stories with gorgeous language and imagery, and a slow, sweet build of horror?
  2. Tex and York buddyfic?
  3. College AUs?
  4. All of the above?

Well then you are in luck, because this sequel to The Ghosts That Linger HAS IT ALL. I don’t even like horror, and I’m in love with this fic. And because it’s a Big Bang story, it comes with some gorgeous art by @churchwash​.

Facilis Descensus Averno by @arirashkae​ (Gen, 6k, WIP)
After Chorus, Locus has just one last mission to complete before he dies… except that first changing cargo ship schedules got him stuck on a backwater planet, and now he’s being pursued by wee orphaned pickpockets. This story is just beginning, but it’s got some fantastic Locus characterization, a surprisingly decent reason for his solo atonement quest, and WEE ORPHANED PICKPOCKETS. Also, it’s another Big Bang, with adorable art by @vlasdygoth.

Jordie Benn imagine

I heard about the Jordie Benn trade and got emotional (in case you missed all the posts about it) so i decided to write a lil thing. It’s the longest thing i’ve written till now and also my first Jordie Benn imagine. I hope you enjoy it :)

1.5k words 


“I just heard the news.”

Jordie, who was currently kneeling on the floor giving Juice a belly rub jumped at the sudden noise. He turned around quickly and came face to face with your disappointed face just before the front door closed behind you loudly, leaving the house in silence with the exception of Juice’s panting.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

You walked over to him, letting your hand glide over the back of his cool leather couch.

“When did you know?”

You didn’t mean to sound so accusing but you were feeling slightly hurt. They always told players about a trade before they announced it and you just couldn’t think of a reason why Jordie didn’t tell you.

“They only called me a few hours ago and after that I had to start packing immediately. I’m really sorry babe but I was just saying bye to Juice before I head out, the Uber is already waiting downstairs. I really need to go or I’ll miss my flight.”

He picked up a bag and moved towards the door.

“I’ll call you after we land, okay?”

You nodded slightly and tried not to break into tears when he pressed his rough lips to yours in what you assumed to be your last kiss for a while.

“Love you.”

And with that he was gone.

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February Update

February Miles: 208.8 

Races: 1

  - 1 road race (5K, 19:26, 21st overall, 1st AG)

Group long runs: 1(!)


2017 Goals Update:

1) Average at least 50 miles/week for 2017 (~2600 miles for 2017). On track (rolling average 53.7 miles/week).

2) Achieve a BQ equivalent, accounting for an anticipated BQ time of ~3:02:32, at a sub-marathon distance in 2017. Working on it.
  (18:44 @ 5K; 38:54 @ 10K; 1:05:02 @ 10 miles; 1:26:44 @ 13.1)

3) Do not race a marathon, period, until number 2) is achieved. So far so good - I’ve successfully avoided marathon sign up pages.

4) Race more frequently in 2017: target of 10 races in 2017. On track (3/10).

5) Do at least one long run/month with the local crew. On track (½ months).


Finally, it feels like things are rounding into shape in terms of my work schedule, my ability to train through the winter in our new town, and solidifying a local crew of runners to train with who fit well from a fitness perspective. 

The high point of this month was my first true group run since my first marathon cycle. I am a solo trainer at heart, both out of preference (I use running as an opportunity for reflection) and because of my weird work schedule. But my best training memories have often involved meeting up with some quality runners on weekend mornings and pounding out some faster miles as part of our mutual long runs. Meg has been doing some half marathon training with a local run group and they have a handful of runners with PRs very similar to mine, who are putting in similar amounts of miles as part of their spring marathon build ups, and who seem to be progressing in a very similar manner with their fitness levels. It’s an excellent match training-wise and it offers me an opportunity to help some runners train toward their goals. I was finally able to sneak out and join the group on a hilly 10 mile loop in a part of the county I’ve never seen but that is utilized frequently for marathon paced tempo runs in preparation for more rolling marathon courses. It strikes me as an excellent route to use in preparation for an eventual return to Duluth for Grandma’s. I suspect I’ll start doing my longer weekend runs with the training group more often than not and think this may be a big key in maintaining training consistency. 

So far, it looks like training during winter 2016-17 will be chalked up as a success, probably even moreso than the winter leading up to the Louisiana Marathon and my marathon PR. I have 2-3 weeks of base building remaining and will continue to train through races in preparation for a spring 10K or half training cycle. I will probably taper and run a hard 10K the first week of April to see where I truly am from a fitness perspective and will make some decisions about what type of training to do at that point. Until then, I hope you all have a great conclusion to your winter training cycles - I am really looking forward to seeing the start of the spring racing season for those of you who have logged so much mileage during the winter.

REMEMBER HOW VIKTOR SKATES STAY CLOSE TO ME TO YUURI IN THE ABSOLUTE FIRST SCENE 

AND THEN HE GETS THIS SMILE ON HIS FACE

THIS IS THE SOFTEST VIKTOR

especially when you consider how sad he looks while skating the same program at Worlds, because although it might be an artistic choice I also think it’s meant to highlight the deep longing Viktor feels for someone to be close to 

NOT ONLY DOES HE GET TO PAIR SKATE THIS PROGRAM WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE HE ALSO FINALLY GETS TO PERFORM IT KNOWING THAT HE’S NOT ALONE ANYMORE BECAUSE YUURI WILL NEVER LEAVE HIM

this smile saved my life

tfw you’re writing and your fic is turning into something you didn’t intend it to be

tfw you’re writing and a character says something you didn’t expect them to say and it sort of opens up a new plot point you’re going to have to resolve now by the end of the fic

anonymous asked:

I want to write like you so bad my heart kind of hurts. I want to move mountains the way you do with your words.

don’t write like me. don’t write like anyone else. write like you.

write like the time you broke your tooth. like riding a bike without handlebars. like when the dog bit you even after you thought it liked you. like who buried the hamster. like having your hair pulled. like having to say sorry. like a mistake you never forgot and like compliments you never got. like your mother’s lipstick and your first car. like what was under the couch. like who lived in the closet. 

i write a lot. it’s a lot of practice. i’ve written a lot of things i think are bad and that’s okay. five thousand poems later and some of it is going to be junk. but it’s mine. every word of it came from me trying to find out who i was going to write like. and it turns out the best way to write is to write like my dreams and nightmares and silly heartstrings. 

you are already carrying everything you need to move mountains. you’ve got your own words, don’t you?

May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin?

Sadly, I don’t remember who reblogged this prompt and brought it to my attention. The original source is here, though.

Sterek, T, 1.5K words

‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au


“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Scott chanted, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“No,” he hissed, scooting his chair closer. “And be quiet, people are looking at us.”

“Fine,” Scott sighed. “Then if you won’t tell me who it was, why was the date so bad?”

“He was rude,” Stiles said, which was not a lie. “He was late and just kind of a dick.”

Scott frowned at him. “Sorry, man, that sucks.”

“Yeah, story of my life, right?”

Scott nodded solemnly, full of the appropriate bro-sympathy. “So who was it?” he blurted out.

Stiles groaned and scrubbed a hand through his hair.

Honestly? He’d gone out with this guy that Scott knew, some super-hot water polo player from his econ class that Scott had done a project with. Scott had warned Stiles off of him, repeatedly, because he was apparently a big jerk who couldn’t even make his share of the PowerPoint slides. But Stiles didn’t listen, and he said yes when the guy had asked him out. Annnd he was just as terrible as Scott said. Stiles just wasn’t in the mood for Scott’s I-told-you-sos.

“No,” he emphasized. “I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” he said, with a little pout.

Stiles screamed a little inside his head and took a glance around the coffee shop, trying to think of a diversion. “Because he’s here,” he hissed, and Scott’s eyes widened as he craned his neck.

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

“Hey!” Scott said, tapping the guy’s shoulder and jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Stiles. “Why were you such a jerk to my friend on your date last night?”

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Now that it’s been a week and a half, I’ve found several ROGUE ONE fics I’ve liked! I’m sort of torn between FIX EVERYTHING and MAKE IT WORSE, but, honestly, that’s pretty par for the Star Wars course. But give me allllll the team fic and complicated, messy heroes! And backstory! All the backstory in the world! (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

STAR WARS - ROGUE ONE RECS:
climb, climb by peradi, jyn & cassian & baze/chirrut & bodhi & k-2so, 1k
   K-2SO: the droid with existential anxiety and a smart mouth.
Steady as she goes by noelia_g, cassian/jyn & baze/chirrut & bodhi & k-2so, 3.5k
   In which they all live and Jyn Erso is on a quest to fix a droid. Rogue One in the aftermath.
Set the Course by noelia_g, cassian/jyn & bodhi, 1.5k
   Post Scarif, the slow way home - a collection of scenes.
in the aeroplane over the sea by quadrille, cassian/jyn & baze/chirrut & bodhi & k-2so, 1.5k
   Home is not a place; it’s the people.
day after day by bodhirook, baze/chirrut, ~1k
   “I fear nothing,” Chirrut declares. “All is as the Force wills it.” “Funny, you seemed pretty fearful that time I tapped your shoulder while you were meditating.”
you are one with the force (you are with me) by peradi, baze/chirrut, 1.2k
   Baze Malbus, ferocious young assassin, meets a cocky little blind shit. The rest, as they say, is history.
anything in stars worth saving by with_the_monsters, cassian/jyn, 1.5k
   They miss the part where the Death Star gets blown up. They miss everything, actually, apart from the inside of an imperial cell. And that’s not a thing you just come back from. Not even if you survive Scarif.
What comes after by IaMcHrIsSi, cassian/jyn & baze/chirrut & bodhi & cast, 2.9k
   Jyn and Cassian after everything
love will lead us all to smithereens by poseidon, baze/chirrut, 1.8k
   “I’m going to die in your arms, you know.” “Do you use that line on everyone you come across?” Baze asks. “No,” the man replies with a smile. “Just you.”
Faces by stereobone, baze/chirrut, 3.3k
   This is what Baze learns before Jedha falls.
you were my new home by katsumi, cassian/jyn & k-2so, 4.6k
   Before they can meet with Saw Gerrera, they have to find Saw Gerrera, and that takes time. On the search, Jyn and Cassian grow closer.
A Sun Shines in Parallel by LadyBaelish27, cassian/jyn & baze & chirrut & bodhi & k-2so & anakin & leia & cast, 39.1k wip
   What happens when ‘dead’ isn’t, strictly speaking, ‘dead’? Jyn and Cassian find themselves standing on a peaceful beach with no trace of a battle, a base, a war. Then they find K-2SO… and Chirrut Imwe… and Baze Malbus… and suddenly the very definitions of time and space become completely muddled.
Footfalls by GreyMichaela, baze/chirrut, ~1k
   There are mysteries about Baze that Chirrut wants to solve.

full details + recs under the cut!

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Phil Lester: Marriage Proposal Expert

Summary: Phil has been trying for months to propose to Dan, and each attempt has failed spectacularly.

Or the five times Phil tried to propose and the one time Dan did.

Here for AO3

Word Count: 6.1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Very, very brief mention of throwing up. 

Extra Tags: 5k, marriage proposal, baking, 5+1 things, Reality/Not AU

Light

Pairing: Steve x reader

Summary: Steve and reader are the only ones left in Stark Tower this holiday season. It’s cold, cuddling happens, confessions happen. 

Words: 1.5k+

A/N: Tell me to stop being so dramatic pls. All these love declarations I keep writing are probably getting old by now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy regardless! For @crazychick010, my darling. Happy fifteenth! 

Warnings: Teensy bit of angst, but really just fluff and sugar cookies. 

Originally posted by esgaroths

Steve and you were the only ones left in Stark tower this holiday season. The others had either gone home to their families or away to tropical islands with their significant others to escape the cold. It wasn’t just that you didn’t have family to go visit, but you’d also never spent Christmas time in the city. It was something you’d always dreamed about. You’d seen it in countless Christmas films as a child. The real thing though? Absolutely breathtaking. The blankets of snow covering the streets, people all bundled up in their warmest winter clothes. The lights. There were lights everywhere

You were sat in the common room wrapped up in a thick blanket. You were completely enraptured by the light snowfall visible through the glass walls surrounding you. And then Steve entered the room. You didn’t have to see or hear him to know he was here. Awareness prickles at the back of your neck and you know he’s watching you. You didn’t really know when you’d first become so in tune with him, but everything felt a little different when he was around. Like something in the air changes with his presence.

“Is the emptiness of the tower finally getting to you?” you ask, gaze still fixed on the outside world.

“You know, I should be worried about how detectable I am to you. I’m trained to be light on my feet.”

You turn around and lock eyes with him before smiling softly. “You are light on your feet. It’s just… different with us.”

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