and can i just mention how much i loved his hair in the pilot

Klance Recs #2

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation (PG, 25k)
Summary: “How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back. [5+1 Times]

supermassive black hole by epiproctan (NC-17, 7k)
Summary: Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.

aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely [Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining]

you never stood a chance by kagshina (PG, 12k)
Summary: lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies) [College AU/Snapchat]

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (PG, 46.6k, WIP)
Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)] [Soulmates and Soulmate Marks, WIP]

Save a Horse (But Also Spare the Cowboy) by Mytay (PG, 0.8k)
Summary: “Keith, did you just break out your Texas for me? Did you just make a space cowboy pun for me?”

“No. Also, the fact that bad jokes turn you on explains so much.”
[Space Cowboys]

Seven Minutes by LanceMcLame (PG, 2.2k)
Summary: Pidge never should have mentioned sleepovers to Allura.

That was the only thought in Lance’s mind right now, as he tried to make himself comfortable on the awkward nest of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. This was all Pidge’s fault. They’d offhandedly mentioned something about having a sleepover party once with their friends, and Allura had immediately picked up on the idea, insisting that it’d be “an excellent team-building opportunity”. And that was how the five Paladins of Voltron and the two Alteans had ended up building a sort of fort in the bridge of the Castle of Lions, and playing the most heinous game known to mankind.

Truth or Dare. [Team Bonding]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (PG, 22.4k)
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home. [Time Travel, Kid Fic]

dynamic by kagshina (PG, 13.5k, WIP)
Summary: “So, uh,” Keith starts, and Lance notices the way he shifts, like he’s not quite sure how to say what he wants to say. “How are we gonna…do this?”

Before answering the question, Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do:
Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!) [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

You stole a BABY?! by genericfanatic (PG, 24.3k)
Summary: The castle ship has a new stowaway, and Keith and Lance must figure out how to take care of them without alerting the rest of the crew. [Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition]

Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh (NC-17, 36.7k)
Summary: “What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it.

Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”

A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.

The Little Things by fairietailed (G, 1.6k)
Summary: On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.

“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”

When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith.Or maybe he’s imagining things? [Secret Relationship]

Marital Mayhem by genello (PG, 26k, WIP)
Summary: Cornered by the Galra, Lance and Keith find shelter in a local temple. There’s just one problem—the natives seem to think the two of them are engaged. [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens (NC-17, 7k, WIP)
Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.

Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.

Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. [Firefighter/Yoga Instructor AU, WIP]

if you’re ready by rhapsodyinpink (PG so far, 2k, WIP)
Summary: “Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa. [Accidentally Married in Vegas - still in universe not au! WIP]

Dancing for Voltron and Follow My Lead by The_Sickfic_Sideblog (PG, 2k total)
Summary: Lance has a hidden talent. It’s not hidden for long. [Dance Skills Lance]

Seven Days by MilkTeaMiku (NR, 63.5k, Series)
Summary: The Galra has a new weapon that de-ages the Paladins into babies for a week. [De-aged/Kid Fic]

Thank God For Hometowns by merycula (thanksillpass) (PG, 6.5k)
Summary: Lance tells his grandparents that he has a boyfriend to get them off his back, and is forced to ask his neighbor Keith to pretend to date him when they come with a visit. [Fake Dating]

seeing him for the first time (again) by breadpoetsociety (G, 1.5k)
Summary: “Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Eat the cracker, Keith.”

“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.

“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”

“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”

“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.” [Amnesia]

On Thin Ice 
by Minadora (R, 150k, WIP)
Summary: This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. [Ice Hockey/Figure Skater AU]

I’ve Got You

IT’S WHUMP WEEK! Hope you’re all as excited for this as I am. I’m going to try and throw some (k)lance whump at you every day!

Day One- Fever


Lance glared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if its very presence offended him. “Why do we even make plans?” he wondered aloud. “They always go south, anyways.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “If we just stormed into Galra bases with no idea what we were doing, then we’d be caught pretty easily.”

Lance eyed him, unimpressed. His skin looked unusually pale in the dim, purple light. “Kinda like how we are now?”

Keep reading

Episode 4 was a fandom wide callout post.

all you fools too busy being pissed bc Coran went all show crazy and basically re-characterized the paladins to what the masses found entertaining, to notice that the entire episode was literally a fandom wide call out post. they literally called us out guys. 

lets go over the list of things Coran said/did in ep 4 and compare them shall we?

let me preface this by saying he literally wasn’t himself and i still love him just as much as before, my gorgeous man.

”I worked up very specific personas for each of you. This is going to help the audience connect on a much deeper level with each team member.” 

as if they didn’t already have defining personalities that make them very likable and awesome? sounds familiar right? its one thing to speculate and theorize based on what we know about a character especially if we don’t know a lot about said character. the writers put a lot of time and effort into developing these characters and even said during an interview once that one of the things that bugged them about og Voltron was that the only properly developed character was Keith. the other guys didn’t get a chance to be loved. and that was what they aimed to do, to give every paladin and character the chance to be loved. since the beginning the fandom has been bad at this. taking one teeny trait from each character and twisting them so that the only thing that matters is that trait. 

         “lover-boy lance”

throughout the series lance is known  to flirt with…pretty much every cute alien girl. of course. hes handsome, charming, girls love him. Coran wipes away all of the actually relatable things about his personality in favor of this charming flirt who would win over girls. Lance is insecure, he’s witty, he is the freaking sharpshooter, the teams sniper and their glue. he’s voltrons right hand now for a reason. he got into the garrison which is a military space exploration base, not just anyone gets in. hes incredibly intelligent and a great pilot. amazing really. bc simulations are always absolutely terrible and rarely help. oh yea, and hes charming.but god forbid anyone forget that hes a flirt. who cares about the other stuff that will actually help the audience connect with him. 

        “science wiz pidge” 

its no secret that pidge is incredibly intelligent. she is one of the characters who haven’t gotten their developing points until this season. in one of the first flashbacks we learned she nearly gave up studying because some kid decided to be a dick and bully her. Matt pulled her out of it and encouraged her to work hard. later on in ep 4 coran says that her science doesn’t need to be factually correct because noone will understand her either way. he undermined her intelligence because . well. noone cares what she says as long as it sounds smart. fanfic writers do this a lot. like. a lot. i understand that you may not have the same knowledge that the girl who hacked herself into a military school base undercover at he age of 14-15 (if the theory that the garrison is a high school program is correct) because she had gotten banned for sneaking in and hacking into the computer system, but if you really do insist on focusing her on her smarts, do some research. no to mention. pidge may be the youngest, but she really is more than science and calculations. shes intelligent yes, but she can hold her own in battle (at the age range of 15-17 with no prior battle training), shes afraid of the possible reality that all her efforts are wasted and Matt and Sam are dead, she is actually pretty social with the paladins (she can even be seen hanging out in the kitchen while hunk makes glass cookies.) and beyond her intelligence, shes wise. shes not just random science facts, she knows how to hold her own in situations outside of battle and books. shes street smart. 

       “lone wolf keith”

now i know this was said to allura, and ill get to that. but if the keith vlog showed us anything, its that  hes not just a moody loner teenager.  i am very guilty of this myself. i portray keith as a human disaster. we don’t know hen he was left alone, we don’t really know much of his story. i head canon that his dad left him to fend for himself but every month woul drop off food or money or something. i head canon hes terrible about taking care of his body. but at least i don’t call him moody and move on.  i give him a background to fill in the blank space, but sometimes i forget and focus too much on his folded arms and  pouty face. he smiles. he laughs. hes an actual precious bean.  but hes also afraid of being pushed away. hes guarded and does his best to be strong. he hides his feelings and protects his heart with everything he has. (geez boi who hurt you). he is not the human embodiment of “teenagers” by mcr. aka he has feelings too. not to mention he also got into the garrison, and was the top pilot regardless of how he got in, if it happened to be by recommendation like most people think. 

      “humourous hunk”

as a hunk stan this one annoys me the most. throughout the episode hunk is consistently embarrassed, and even protests the fart noises, fart jokes, etc. he is purposely tripped for laughs. the fandom forgets that hes not just the fat funny guy, or just the personal chef. hes overcome so much since babies first lion flight, he used to get sick, constantly had to be the voice of reason to keep his teammates out of trouble,  he is just as intelligent as pidge and is actually one of the only people that can keep up with her science stuff. keith and lance even stated that they didnt understand anything they’d said. hes a fantastic engineer even if he had a few tummy mishaps. hes an amazing pilot too, and extremely sassy. he and pidge probably rigged the game console to work in space, And hes pretty friendly and cautious. he is NOT meant to be the comic relief. (say it louder for people in the back)

     “shiro the hero”

a lot of the fandom has taken to calling shiro daddy, sexualizing him (”now put on this tight shirt”) and focusing on shiro and only shiro (shiros the “favorite character” of corans little show). hes great. he really is. and the man needs a break. voltron is a kids show. he isnt meant to  be sexualized, none of them are. hes more than his arms and his leadership abilities. the biggest issue i have with the whole shiro thing. regardless of if hes a clone, when shiro returned he cut his hair differently, and wore short sleeves. everyone i know, including me, said they’d be fine with the clone if he had kept his hair long and “as much as i love the arm view” and didnt change his outfit. its a kid show. his body shouldn’t matter.i am also guilty of this, and ep 4 opened my eyes to it. coran lifted shiros arm as if to prove that thats what the audience really wanted. he treats shiro differently bc hes the real star here and everyone should know it. ofc, hes the black paladin. (i wonder where the whole “the black paladin is the only one who really matters here” mindset came from. looking @ u ‘84). shiros may have ptsd, and hes constantly trying to hold himself together for his team, and its obviously not easy. maybe thats why hes got a cute white floof. the stress. 

      alluras erasure  

another point that always bugged me. the fandom either forgets allura exists, or that she is just stealing lances place temporarily. Allura is the blue paladin. while keith is gone, she is not filling in. shes a paladin now too. for coran to call her keith, and constantly call her keith, even though she obviously has a few choice words to say about it, its distrespectful. she says his plan is working and he replies with “why thank you keith…i like to keep you in character” once again, erasing her existence. now im not as well versed in this particular topic, but id like you to keep in mind that he talks to his princess with that mouth, and that she IS the princess and not a fill in while keith leads. feel free to elaborate on this more. 


     coran “fires “ team voltron. 

this. i find extremely entertaining. remember that legal trouble last year bc of the leaks? and right around that time the klance shipper started threatening them if they didn’t make it gayer and put keith and lance together? the  fandom, who wanted all of this to happen their way, were threatening to get it cancelled and such just because things didnt go their way. shiro, the leader, disagreed with coran and tries to shut him down. and coran in fit of rage says:

you’re a bunch of quitters! quitters! i’m a visionary! i have thoughts, ideas, i dont need you anyway. ill rewrite the show, get rid of the whole lot of you, replace you with new paladins! and the show will be better than ever before!…except for you shiro, ill never get rid of you, you’re our most popular character!

this is essentially what the fandom was saying. now, was this definitely their plan, to call us out with this bit, in not sure, but honestly, its almost too coincidental.

the writers have made it clear that they heard us, and have always been listening. and really, thats why i love ep4. you’re angry because you know you got called out but haven’t admitted it to yourself. the writers do their best to bring us the best show possible, but they cant satisfy everyone. why cant we just be happy about Actual Meme ™ Matt, and look forward to season five instead of fighting them because we got our shit handed right back to us. weve gotten a  taste of our own medicine, so chill. i enjoy them keeping us on our toes, surprising us with every turn, theyre great writers.who cares if one or two things pissed you off? we both know youre not gonna stop watching.

2

Tom Holland Imagine: Jealous

Summary: tom is jealous of how close you are with Josh while you’re on tour with twenty one pilots

A/N: josh and Tyler are literally my loves so if anyone gives me crap about them I will personally come for you. This also fucking sucks so I’m sorry

————————————————

“Y/N! We’re going bowling! Wanna come with us?” Josh called from the door.

“Yeah! Just let me get my shoes!” I called back.

I grabbed my tennis shoes and then was out the door. Josh, Tyler and Jenna were all waiting for me by the car when I reached them.

“Hey, kiddo. You ready to go?”

I nodded and climbed in next to Josh in the back seat. Josh yawned and laid his head in my lap as Tyler pulled out of the venue. I began to run my fingers through Josh’s bright yellow hair as Tyler told us a story about a past experience he had with bowling that ended with him being tossed out and banned from the bowling place in Columbus. I looked down when I felt Josh laugh and smiled at him.

“So, Y/N. How are things with Tom?” Josh asked once Tyler finished his story.

“Yeah! How is he? He still a knight in shinning armor?” Jenna asked.

I smiled and looked out the window at the mention of Tom’s name.

“He’s great. He’s super busy with Spider-Man and everything though so I haven’t been able to talk to him much.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll call the second he has a chance, though.”

I smiled at Jenna before I turned my gaze back towards the buildings we were passing. Tyler and Jenna began to tell more stories as I felt Josh watching me. I knew he wanted to talk about Tom, but I just wasn’t up for it. After a few minutes pass, we finally pull up to the bowling alley. Tyler made us all sit still for a moment while their manager called him about details for tonight. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Tom was trying to FaceTime me.

“Hey, Tom!” I said as I answered the call.

“Hey, Y/N. it’s Harrison actually as you can see. Tom’s doing an interview and I was bored and my phone died. So I decided to use his and talk to you.”

“Oh, hey Haz. That’s cool. How’s the press tour going?”

“Good. Tom’s exhausted though. What’re you up to?”

“I’m with Tyler, Josh and Jenna. We’re going bowling. Say hi, Josh!”

I turned the camera to show Josh laying in my lap. Josh made a funny face before we both started laughing.

“Oh, hey Josh. Well, I gotta go, Y/N. Tom’s almost done…”

“Oh. Okay. Bye, Haz.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

I felt my heart drop as the screen went black. I was hoping to at least see Tom’s face or hear his voice.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Tyler asked.

I nodded and tried to ignore their sympathetic looks as we walked into the building.

————–

By the time we were done bowling, all thoughts of Tom had left my mind. Tyler and Josh tried to keep my laughing at all seconds which ended with us getting kicked out. Not really a surprise though since at one point Josh literally ran down the alley and knocked some other kid’s ball in the gutter.

On the way back to the venue, I posted a picture of me sitting on Josh’s lap and Tyler and Jenna standing behind us making funny faces. I knew the picture would make the fans laugh.

When we arrived back at the venue, I ran to get ready for my set.

Josh and Tyler high fived me as I walked onto the stage.

The crowd went insane as I sang my heart out and Josh drummed in the back. Since my drummer was sick, Josh was filling in for the night. After I finished, Josh came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. The crowd went insane as we walked off the stage with Josh’s arm around me.

“Alright guys. Good luck! I’m beat so I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

Tyler and Josh said goodnight to me and then I was on my way to the hotel.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Tom trying to call me. It was probably Harrison again, though.

“Harrison? Is this you again?”

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” I heard Tom’s voice yell.

“Woah, calm down. What’s wrong?”

“Don’t give me that shit! What is going on between you and Josh!?”

“Me and Josh!? What are you talking about!?”

“Harrison told me he was laying in your lap, and then the picture and then him kissing you tonight!? Is there something you would like to tell me!?”

“Tom you need to calm down! There is nothing going on between me and Josh! He is like my brother! And like you would even care! It’s been like 2 weeks since I’ve talked to you!”

I heard Tom sigh on the other side of the phone.

“I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy I barely have time to breathe. And I’ve never stopped thinking about you and I just wanna see you so bad but I knew I couldn’t ask that of you when you’re on your dream tour and then when Harrison told me about Josh laying on your lap and then you posted the picture of you in his lap and then the kiss tonight, I just snapped. I’m so sorry, love.”

“I love Josh, but as a friend. I’m IN love with you, Tom. I haven’t stopped thinking of you either. I miss you so much.”

“Good. Cause I’m standing outside your hotel room.”

“What?”

“I have tomorrow off. And I just need to be with you. Come let me in, love.”

I hung up the phone and ran over to the door. I opened the door to see my beautiful boyfriend standing on the other side smiling at me. I jumped into his arms and nuzzled my face into his neck. Tom wrapped his arms around my waist before picking my up and carrying me into the hotel room. Tom laid me down on the bed before pressing his lips against mine and sliding his hands up and down my sides. I moaned into kiss and Tom smirked. I knew I was in for one hell of a night.

————

“Well, this is a surprise.” Jenna said as her and Tyler walked down to breakfast the next morning.

I smiled and laid my head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I have the day off so I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend.” Tom said as he kissed my forehead.

But the beautiful moment was soon cut short once Josh came into the room.

I rubbed Tom’s shoulder to calm him down as he death glared Josh.

“Tom, please behave.” I whispered into his ear.

“Well, Josh. Seems like your plan worked.” Tyler said to him.

“Wait, hold on, what plan?” I asked.

“Well, Josh noticed how upset you were about Tom being so busy so he decided to MAKE Tom have time for you…” Jenna said as she stirred her coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“He was ummm… kinda going above and beyond to seem flirty with you to piss Tom off…”

“WHAT!?”

“I’m sorry, Y/n! I really am, but you were just so sad and I knew he would call if he thought he was losing you! And it worked didn’t it!?” Josh said.

“I’m gonna kill you, Dun.”

Josh’s eyes went wide as I began to chase him through the hotel.

“That’s my girl.” Tom laughed as he watched me chase Josh up and down the halls.

Devil Side-Chapter 8

Summary: Bucky POV Directly after the confrontation in the briefing room

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack, Mentions of death, Emotional affairs, Angst, general calamity and triggering content. 

Word Count: 1064

A/N: You asked for it, Please Note, I will only post again on Monday. Happy reading!

Bucky POV:

Don’t hyperventilate. Keep walking, he repeats over and over in his head as he gets further away from you. There’s sweat dripping into his eyes, hot droplets rolling into his shirt making it stick uncomfortably to his skin. His body hair is standing on end like a soldier at attention as he takes long purposeful strides down the corridor to his room.

Reyna wasn’t due back from her daycare for another hour, long enough to compose himself, get the scent of your perfume out of his nostrils. Maybe long enough to forget the indifference he saw on your face like being back was no hardship for you, like the separation didn’t feel like an arm had been cut off, or your heart cut out.

He rips the bedroom door open, falling short of yanking it off its hinges and shuts it loudly behind him. Leaning against it, sucking in lungfuls of air like he had been holding his breath, he tries to calm his racing heart, currently threatening to burst out of his chest.

Panic. Complete, debilitating terror was taking over.

His vision whites out at the edges, his fingers digging painfully into his thighs, perspiration drenching him in seconds. His breathing increases rapidly. Gasping like a dying man desperately clinging to life, he does the only thing he can. He blindly stumbles in the general direction of his dresser, fumbling clumsily with the drawers while frantically searching for the only thing that could calm him, the only thing he would allow to calm him.

His fingers finally touch the soft material and he exhales, pulling the garment free, bringing it to his face, inhaling the fading scent deeply. The soft whisper of the material against his stubble pulls a sigh from him. It was the only thing he had left, a light blue sweater which had seen better days and a handful of bittersweet memories which seemed to creep up on him at the most inopportune times.

He inhales again and stumbles backwards to sit on his hastily made bed, cracking his eyes open and catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Fuck. I look like death, he thinks sourly to himself, noting his pale clammy skin and the bags under his eyes with a hint of disgust. He needed to get a handle on this and quickly. If he was going to be on the same team as you, he couldn’t descend into a panicky mess every time he had an interaction with you. He needed to man up and focus on what was important.

Reyna. The light of his life, the only good thing to come out of this mess, the only person who offered him hope, who kept him grounded. She needed him, depended on him and he would gouge out his eyes with a rusty spoon before he let her down. She deserved better.

He exhales loudly, running his hand through his sweaty hair. So much had happened in the last two years, so much pain. He had fought so hard to give her a halfway normal life, to be the father she deserved but fuck was he tired. The kind of exhausted that makes you feel like you have lead in your bones, like every step had you wading through quicksand, a constant uphill battle.

He felt like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder up the hill every day only to watch it come tumbling down again. Two years he had struggled to get back up again, and it was all falling down around him. The sense of peace he had worked so hard to build for himself and his daughter was crashing down. He had nearly convinced himself that the last couple of years hadn’t happen, that it was all something his addled brain had cooked up, a terrible nightmare doused in your tears and Ivanna’s screams.

Ivanna. The familiar ball of resentment flares in his chest, the torment she had inflicted upon him as fresh as the day she died. The hell that was their relationship was over, but it remained ever present in his heart, scarring his mind beyond what he thought it could be.

She had been a fraud, a liar. She’d sucked the life right out of him and left him a shriveled husk.

Don’t think about it, he chastises himself, shaking his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the melancholy which had suddenly descended on him.

Throwing the sweater over a chair, he vowed to do the right thing and keep things professional, no matter how intensely happy he felt in your presence again. The memories of his betrayal still burned brightly in your eyes. He could see it in the way you stiffened when his fingers twitched, your entire body ready to spring if he moved wrong. The hot anger that laced your tone as you spat Ivanna’s name, demanding to not be around her. The worst was the look on your face when he mentioned Reyna, the mask of indifference had slipped for a second, and he could see the naked pain that lurked beneath the surface, the terrible longing you held.

It shattered him on the spot, regret and hate for himself had filled his very soul. He had wanted nothing more than to pull you into is arms, promise that it would all be okay, that you didn’t have to hurt anymore, but before he could act the mask had reappeared, cutting you off from him. Your walls could withstand the longest of sieges, and there was no way he was breaking them down. He didn’t know if he should even try.

That was entire different can of worms he was apprehensive about opening.

Because Bucky Barnes, fearsome Winter Soldier, master of three am diaper changes and baby feedings was still, undeniably, ass over teakettle for you.

He grits his teeth in frustration, shedding his sweaty shirt and shoes as he enters the bathroom. His pants soon follow, and he steps under the scalding spray of the shower.

Focus on what’s important, Barnes, he reminds himself. Focus on Reyna.

He repeats his daughters name in his head, over and over, salty tears mingling with water, his body relaxing as he permits himself to cry. For you, for Ivanna, and maybe, just a little, for himself and the life he was certain he could never have.

Tags: 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I love the passion you put when you talk about Benedict C. So I would like to know 5 things you love about him (physically or his personality) take your time. Thanks!

Hello! This kind of ask is always so hard to answer! But also fun, so sit back and relax…it’s going to be a long one!

Personality: I have had a few celeb crushes throughout my years and none have ever stuck, quite like Bc and it’s because of his personality, his charisma. I have never seen a celebrity as real as Bc is. This dude can’t hide his dorkness to save his life and I love that. He’s not pretending to be goofy or nerdy, this man IS a legit dorkus malorkus. And he’s never ashamed of that. Sure he can pull it together to be suave and sophisticated when needed, and who doesn’t love that kind of ‘batch that swoons are made of, BUT he can’t hide his playfulness and his childlike wonderment for the world around him.

He’s photo bombed, he’s been moved to tears, his PDA with Sophie because he’s so proud to have his girl beside him is just so sweet!!, and if he’s outraged, you bet he’s going to have his say. This man manages to move about the world like nobody is watching him, even when all eyes are on him!! and that to me is amazing. He is always himself.

Regardless of what is happening in the world, Benedict always comes across as being grateful for being alive. I’m sure it has to do with his near death experiences that make him really live the life he’s always wanted. You can’t just throw the word privileged out there and say well he grew up privileged and so he had the upper hand in the world. I don’t agree with that. I know people who have had all the privilege and done nothing with it. I know of people who have had nothing and have accomplished so much. It all comes to how you see the world, and Bc knows there is bad in this world, he knows we as global citizens are in trouble, but he doesn’t let that stop him from living and working, and from lending a hand via monetary, personal items, vocal or his time, to support whatever charity causes he can so they can get things accomplished. That is the power of Benedict Cumberbatch. He just cares and he is always trying to be the best human being he can. I don’t practice that a lot in my own life, but watching Bc and supporting him, it gives me so much encouragement to keep living and to keep striving to be the best person I can be and to always stay true to myself.

His Work Ethic: I think if anything is synonymous with the name Benedict Cumberbatch, it’s gotta be his work ethic. The man never seems to take a break! He goes from one job to the next and he still manages to fit in time with this family. But most importantly he builds up rapport with everybody he works with. The Collective have never heard a bad word from anybody that has worked with Bc. His costars seem to grow to love him and I mean how can ya not…just read above and try not be Cumberbatched! To me, Bc doesn’t just see this as a job, as a career that he’s in to make money. He loves  to act, he loves to research and learn all about what and whom he is playing. He doesn’t just put on the Belstaff coat and bam! Hes Sherlock, he doesn’t just put on the Cloak and bam! He’s Doctor Strange, he didn’t just do Smaug’s voice in a recording booth and call it a day. He actually got on the ground and became Smaug, he used his entire body to create that voice.

When Benedict uses his entire body to make the characters come to life it is just amazing. Listening to Cabin Pressure, he is Martin Crieff!! You can’t see him but just hearing him as Martin and imagining that he is the hapless but well meaning young pilot who’s always getting the short end of the stick and being bested by Douglass. It’s more than just the pitch of the voice or the accent, it’s more than just the costume he puts on. You HEAR it, you SEE it through his eyes, his hands, his facial expressions. Using all of the body’s movements and senses, that is the Cumberbatch way! Because he takes becoming these characters very seriously, he works damn hard at creating this world of fiction to come alive. Even more so when he is playing somebody who existed in real life, like Alan Turing and Billy Bulger.

Anybody can act. You just walk in, learn the script and repeat the words, right? Well not if yer Benedict Cumberbatch. That man will walk in, learn the script, ask questions, repeat the words and floor everybody in the room, because he gets right into the heart of what the character is feeling and thinking. He made me fall in love and sympathize with his Richard iii, he made me cry when lil Charles was getting berated by his mother, he made scream in pain at stephen’s first look at his damaged hands and he made me wish I could hug and comfort his Alan, at the thought of him losing his Christopher. So yes anybody can act, and anybody can work at acting, but you have to be Benedict Cumberbatch to be able to pull it off, flawlessly!

His love for Sophie: We all know that Bc is such a romantic. He learned it from watching his own father adore his mother. Bc made it known early on that what he wanted more than a successful career was to have his own family. To be married and be a father. To add children to enhance his already growing and rich life. He finally found that with Sophie Hunter and nothing in this world makes me happier, than to see Benedict with Sophie. You cannot deny that the boy has it BAD for that girl and that is why he put a ring on it and started banging out (pun intended LOL) Cumberbabies with her!!

You cannot tell me that when Bc floated down that red carpet with Sophie during the Oscars 2015, it was only because he was excited he was nominated for Best Actor. NOPE. That man floated because he was carrying sunshine wherever he went and that was because not only was he was being recognized for his work, but mama was carrying precious cargo in her belly. Of course Benedict’s work makes him happy, but the life he created with Sophie, the children they have, is what keeps that sweet man going because it’s all he’s ever wanted and I’m so glad and grateful to Sophie for keeping our boy full of sunshine that it radiates from his entire body and it affects us all in the most beautiful ways. He and Sophie make relationship goals more than just a hashtag. They make it a must for all that believe that true love is real and available to all those who seek it :)

His Face: The eyes. Those lips. That hair. And the cheekbones you could cut yourself on! sighhhh I don’t have fancy words to describe Bc’s face. All I know is that when I look at his face, the words ugly, weird, alien, otter or sloth never come to mind. I see beauty in it’s most perfect form. 

The Bc during Sherlock s1 was so young and fresh and pretty but as the years went by, the young and fresh went to dramatic and breathtaking to older and wiser and to tired with stories to tell. Benedict is an age chameleon. In his middle 30s he could look in his early 20s. Now in his early 40s he can easily look as if he was in his late 20s! He can make Sherlock look like he’s been through hell and back, (not to mention the sexiest fucked up of a mess that shezza can be) and he can make Sherlock look at peace and happy like that little pirate he once was before his innocence was drowned. 

Bc can go from model ready for the cover of vanity fair, to hipster hanging out with friends, or to dad on casual day at the office. He is the man with a thousand looks and faces and all of them are beautiful and real. Bring on the age because I can’t wait to see how much more this man will drive us wild when he’s in his 60s!

His Humanity: All the things that I mentioned above, would not be possible if it wasn’t for Benedict’s humanity. He thinks and applies being altruistic in all that he does. He cares about his fans, he cares about the world, he cares about speaking out for those who don’t have a voice. His humanity is what generates through him to project and promote, togetherness, love and understanding. His humanity is what makes him the most attractive human being on this earth.

To be a member of the CumberCollective is something special. I don’t always follow the right path and I shoot my mouth off way too much,( I can’t help it, it’s who I am lol)  but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about my fellow human beings. It’s hard for somebody like me to care for people when people have been shitty to me my entire life, but Benedict makes me want remain on this planet and to be a member of this group of fans that are better than me, that can show me the way to try to be a better human being. I fail so much at that, but having friends in this fandom that practice that and get it right on a daily basis (like @elennemigo  and @sobeautifullyobsessed ) seeing Benedict interact with his fans at events or even on the street, these things matter to me and it helps me to see that the end of the day, even somebody like me, just might be…human :)

Thanks for stopping by!

Not Josh (Josh Dun x reader)

AGGHH so this is my first imagine that I’ve ever posted and I have like no followers so I doubt anything will happen but I’m still nervous 😂

So, just read it and let me know if you like it. If you wanna request an imagine, let me know.

This just made me happy so I hope you like it guys. Thanks!!!

————

Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

At least, that’s what you have been telling yourself for days. Okay, more like months. But, none of that mattered. Just not Josh.

Josh and Tyler were your best friends and coworkers. You saw them on a daily basis and travel on tour with them. As one of their managers/assistants/creative geniuses, it was your job to fully support them and to be there to do everything you could for them. So it could definitely not be Josh for that reason alone.

Not to mention the fact that you had known the boys for years now. Emphasis on the years. And you had always been particularly close to Josh. He was your best friend. You supported him through the good and the bad. You were with him through the break ups, heart break, happy moments. One of the only constant things in your life was Josh. He was your best friend. Your right hand man. And you were his. So this made the thought of any feelings that could have possibly risen for Josh absolutely impossible. Exposing any feelings (which there weren’t any of, mind you) would be awful. You’d loose your friends, your job, and your Josh. Not that he was your Josh per say but he was your best friend.

You’d convince yourself at this point that the butterflies that flooded your stomach when he smiled in your direction or touched you were purely platonic. You told yourself repeatedly that no, you did not find Josh attractive, especially not when he was performing on stage with no shirt and that determined face. And it definitely didn’t make your day when he would text you late at night, asking if you wanted to come to his room and hang out. You had to convince yourself of this. For your friendship and job. Anyways, you highly doubted the feelings (which weren’t there) were mutual. Ever since his breakup with Debby, he hadn’t mentioned girls or being interested in anyone. He was probably enjoying life as a single, handsome, kind guy. Not that you found him attractive. Of course not.

But you couldn’t help to blush as you looked at the photos the tour photographer had sent you of the boys. There was one photo of Josh, a big, goofy grin painted across his face as he sat at his drums, staring into the crowd. He looked so incredibly happy. And he also looked great with no shirt and that goofy grin. But you mean that in a totally platonic way of course. You say there, staring at that once picture for way too long, studying all his features. You have seen him almost everyday for years now but you enjoyed just looking at him. You enjoyed seeing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his jaw line. He was seemingly perfect, even his flaws were perfect to you.

Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

“Well, well, well, enjoying the view?” Josh popped up next to you, staring at your computer screen before giving you a devilish wink and eyebrow wiggle and laugh. Darn his laugh. It was so cute. In a platonic way of course. You quickly switched to the next photo, which was none the less another photo of Josh. More laughs left his lips as you stared at him with a quizzical grin, hoping your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

“Ha ha. I was just checking the photos that Adam sent me.” You said, sarcasm dripping off your false laughter.

“You never responded to me last night. I had to watch X-Files all alone last night. You are pretty much the worst.” Josh said in a joking tone but as you looked at his face…was that disappointment? No. Don’t be silly.

“Sorry. I fell asleep. I was exhausted last night.” You said, closing your computer with a sigh. Going on tour with the boys was a blessing but it came with a lot of long nights and you felt you got less and less sleep as time went on.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Josh said, genuine concern on his face as he looked up at you, rubbing your arm with his calloused hands. Somehow, that managed to send a shiver up your spine and make you wanna scream. This was ridiculous. Plenty of times before, Josh had rubbed your shoulder or held your hand. God dammit, during your late night tv marathons, you two would cuddle. In a platonic way. “(Y/N)?”

You shook your head, pulling yourself away from your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just need to loosen up.”

“Well, how about this? We have a free day tomorrow so what if tonight, after the show, we get some drinks with Jenna and Tyler? Then we can stay in my room and watch whatever show you want.”

You raise your eyebrow, smirking. “Any show? Even watching Friends? Again?”

“Yeah, even Friends. Again.”

You smiled, feeling warm inside. He was always there for you and always there to make things better when you were down. “Well, I guess then.”

“Perfect.” Josh flashed one of his perfect smiles, getting up. “I have to do sound check but I’ll see you later.” He brushed his hand on your shoulder before running on.

Not. Josh.

————

Every show was electrifying. You are convinced that the boys couldn’t perform a crappy show, and so far they hadn’t proven you wrong. You watched from backstage, like you did every night. But tonight, Josh directed more grins and winks in your direction then he usually did, causing your cheeks to flush and for you to look down at your shoes, praying he didn’t notice.

As the show came to a close, the boys ran off and you congratulated them like you always did. “I heard we are getting some drinks tonight?” Tyler said, wrapping his arms around Jenna, who kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m up for a drink. But first, you need to shower. You smell dreadful.” Jenna said with a giggle, tease fully punching Tyler on the shoulder.

“Yes ma'am.” Tyler said with a wink, walking off.

“I’m gonna get clean, too. I’ll drive you there okay.” Josh said, grabbing your shoulder and you nodded, smiling up at him. “Sounds good to me.” Josh ran off with a wink, leaving you and Jenna alone, with her smirking.

“Well…” she said, giggling a little as eying you.

“Well what?” You said, praying she wouldn’t mention what you expected she would.

“Are you ever, ever gonna tell Josh you like him? Or are you that stubborn?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Jenna laughed and gave you a wink. “Sure you don’t. Just like Josh didn’t know what Tyler was talking about when he mentioned it.” Jenna shook her head and walked off. What the hell did that mean? Josh didn’t know what? What did Tyler say? You stood there in complete and utter shock, trying to digest what Jenna had said.

Was it that obvious? I mean, you had said if you convinced yourself it was simply platonic between you and Josh, everything would be good.

Not. Josh.

——–

The bar was crowded, full of intoxicated bodies and loud music with bright lights. You walked in dreading the evening, but after a drink or two, you felt yourself loosening up. Which is exactly what you needed. You sat with your three friends, sitting next to Josh and across from Jenna and Tyler, who were rambling about something or another. You felt yourself not listening to the story they were telling and staring at Josh, who was laughing and smiling in response. His brown eyes lit up in the bright lights and his yellow hair was pulled back in a SnapBack. A low muscle tank exposed his biceps and you found yourself wishing they were around you.

Not Josh.

You quickly turned away, chugging down a shot of who knows what before Josh looked back at you, laughing. “Take it easy, killer.” He slurred causing you to smile.

Rising from your chair, you looked at Josh, grinning. “Hey, I’m gonna grab a drink. You want anything?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you grab me a beer?” He winked before you walked off, blushing to your annoyance. He really needed to stop winking.

You walked to the crowded bar, looking at a bartender “Two beers please.” You stated, before you found yourself with somebody standing right up against you. You looked at the young man. He wore a button up shirt, pulled up at the sleeves. His brown hair was a mess, but the good kind of mess. He looked at the bartender, stating “Make that three.” before looking at you, smiling. “Hi.”

You looked back at Josh, who was grinning at something Jenna had said. You looked back at the young man before you and smiled before saying “Hi.”

“I’m Alec, and you are?”

“I’m (Y/N).” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. It felt different from Josh’s hand, Alec’s hands were much softer and unfamiliar.

“So what are you doing ordering two beers?”

“I’m here with a couple friends.”

“A boyfriend?” Alec asked, a grin on his lips and one eyebrow slightly raised.

You chuckle, looking back at your table to see Josh staring at you and Alec, his hand pressed tightly to his glass. The look on his face was unfamiliar, he almost looked angry. You quickly turned away, wiping away any thoughts that ate at your mind. “No, no boyfriend. Just some friends.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know how a beautiful girl like you isn’t with someone.” He said, and you found yourself blushing. “So (Y/N), what do you do?”

“Um, marketing, managing, writing. A little bit of this and that.” You responded, pretending not to wonder if Josh was still watching you. “How about you? What do you do, Alec?”

“I’m a programming specialist at a small company. You know, a little bit of this and that.” He responded with a wink and you giggled.

“Here are your drinks ma'am.” replied the bartender as you grabbed two beers.

“I should probably go.” You said, looking back at Alec who smiled.

“At least take this.” He pulled his wallet out and handed you a card, with his name and number and the place where he worked. “You should use the number.”

“I’ll think about it.” You replied with a wink as you walked off, feeling confident up until you reached the table. Josh was staring intently at you as you sat down, handing him his beer.

“Well, who was that, (Y/N)?” Jenna said with a giggle and wink, causing you to blush.

“Just someone.” You nonchalantly said as you saw Josh chugging his beer, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Well, that just someone seemed interested. You gonna use that card?” Jenna asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. Maybe.” You jumped in your seat as Josh slammed his class down and quickly got up.

“I gotta go get a drink.” He said before walking off quickly. You looked down at your lap, thinking of the wildest possibility that he was jealous. No.

Not Josh.

——–
The taxi ride back to the hotel was completely dead silent. Jenna and Tyler had decided to go off on their own, leaving you with Josh who was heavily intoxicated and completely silent. No words were spoken until you reached the elevator and said “Josh, what is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He replied coldly, still not looking at you.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t seem like nothing? What is going on?”

“Nothing.” He repeated causing you to look away from him and stare at the door in front of you. Tears pricked your eyes as you went up another floor before you heard Josh click a button and the elevator come to a stop.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, glaring at Josh, who finally looked in your direction. He looked beaten and tired.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You basically threw yourself at that guy tonight. Are you stupid?” Josh said, throwing his hands up.

“I didn’t throw myself at anyone and I’m not stupid. Is that all you have to say?” You replied, annoyed with your arms crossed. “After not saying a work for almost all night, you just ridicule me?”

“How can you not see what’s been in front of you this whole time? How can you not see how desperately I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve waited for you to finally see that I’ve been right here this whole time. You don’t need some guy in a bar. You have me. I have you. I love you, god dammit! Why can’t you see that?” Josh yelled, staring at you, breathing heavily. His face was red and he looked broken, completely broken. He looked the way you had been feeling for months.

You convinced yourself it was platonic. Nothing more. Nothing less. You convinced yourself it was just friendship as your feelings bubbled and grew. Yet here was your best friend, telling you he loved you. And you found no words to say in the moment.

“I just told you I loved you. I’ve been waiting years to tell you that. The least you can do is say something.” Josh said, pleading with you.

While you wanted to jump in his arms and tell him you loved him for years as well, you convinced yourself this was just drunken words spilling from his mouth. So you just responded with a quite “Okay.” Josh looked away instantly and pressed the elevator button, causing it to start back up and rise to your floor, before the doors opened. You both exited the elevator and instead of walking to his room like you always did, you both walked in separate directions to your own rooms.

——

You looked at your phone, praying Josh would text you, saying it was a drunken mistake or ask why you weren’t with him or ask what had happened the previous night. But to your avail, no text was sent and you sat in your own bed for hours, alone and wishing you were waking up in Josh’s arms in his room like you usually did on nights like the previous one. But usually, Josh doesn’t confess his love for you and you don’t respond with “okay”. What an idiot you were. You were too busy convincing yourself that in some way it wasn’t Josh and the feelings were mutual, but they had been.

You knew what you needed to do but putting a plan to action was much harder than it sounded. So, you reluctantly marched to Josh’s room, forcing yourself to knock on the door, half hoping he wouldn’t. But the door opened, and a tired, broken Josh stared back at you. His face turned from sadness to anger and you saw his eyes were red and he was wearing his same clothes from last night. “I’m busy.” He curtly responded before going to close the door.

“Is everything you said last night true?” You quickly spilled out, staring at the floor, too scared of the response, regardless of which one it was.

“Umm..listen, we can ignore what happened. I would rather do that then-”

“Is it? Please just respond with yes or no.” You looked up at Josh, this time pleading.

Josh looked at feet, before letting out a quite, “Yes. I love you.”

Your heart swelled with joy and you beat yourself up for hurting the boy standing before you. “Josh-”

“Listen, I understand. I don’t need pity or anything. I just wanna-”

“Josh, I love you too.” You said it without even thinking and he looked back up at you, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“What?”

“I love you. So much. You are my best friend but I love you more than that. I just wanna be with you. And I’m sorry I said okay but I just didn’t want it to be a drunken mistake or anything-”

Your rambling was cut off by his soft lips meeting yours, something you had reluctantly thought about for years, never realizing it would come to fruition. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling yourself closer to him as your bodies pressed together. You wrapped your arms around him, never wanting the moment to end as his lips danced against yours, feeling all the love you too had hidden from each other for so long. He pulled away, looking at you before grinning. “(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled, grinning at the boy as you finally said what you wanted to say.

“Yes Josh.”

Putty in Your Hands

(Reader x Poe Dameron)

Word Count: 2560

Summary: Poe and the reader are the best of friends. Best friends that love each other very much. Best friends that care too much.

Warnings: fluff (with some angst i think?)

A/N: I’m always thinking about Poe. It’s one of my few flaws. It’s kind of annoying, me always thinking about space daddi. Anyway, enjoy this. I love Poe!! (ps check out that cute gif too i wanna marry him pls) (pps i keep rewatching the gif it is a mesmerizing piece of artwork)

not my gif but damn


Keep reading

Just a Friend to you

Josh Dun x reader: Just a friend to you

Request: Tyler or josh x reader based on the song ‘just a friend to you’ by Meghan trainor? ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: None

Why you gotta hug me
Like that every time you see me?
Why you always making me laugh
Swear you’re catching feelings

 

“Hey (Y/n)!” you spin around to see your best friends Josh, Tyler and Jenna sitting in a booth of the diner you just walked into.

Your heart rate quickens when you see Josh stand up and make his way towards you, before you can react he pulls you into a tight embrace “I missed you” he whispers as he leans his head into the crook of your neck letting your senses fill up with a mixture of sweat and deodorant. He squeezes you one last time before letting you go, “Hi (Y/n)” Jenna speaks as she pulls you into a tight embrace, Tyler awkwardly gives you a one armed hug “How have you guys been? It’s been like a week since I’ve last seen you” you question

Before anyone else could say a word, Josh spoke up, “oh yeah we’ve just been fighting aliens” “Aliens aren’t real Josh” you smiled shaking your head “Well have you ever seen one (Y/n)” he fires back “Nope I can’t say I have” “You’re welcome” he says.

You chuckle while looking down at your shoes.

“We better go, we have some recording at the studio to do” Tyler speaks

“Alright well have fun boys, and Jenna” you reply while finally looking up, Jenna flashes you a smile “Cya (Y/n)” heading for the door with Tyler, “Catch up with you guys soon hopefully” you call out to them, Josh kisses your forehead “Goodbye (Y/n)” you were too stunned to reply before the bright yellow haired man made his way out the door,

You slump down at a nearby table and got ready to order something.

I loved you from the start
So it breaks my heart

When you say I’m just a friend to you
'Cause friends don’t do the things we do
Everybody knows you love me too
Tryna be careful with the words I use
I say it 'cause I’m dying to
I’m so much more than just a friend to you

You’ve been friends with Josh since high school,

You were the one he cuddled up to when he was lonely,

You even went to prom together but ‘Just as friends’ which broke your heart , Tyler and Jenna have both talked about it to you, “He likes you trust me, you just gotta make the first move” you can recall Tyler saying “By the way he acts around you pretty much everyone thinks he’s in love” said Jenna.

You have wanted to tell Josh about your feelings since high school but you never did for the fear of rejection.

When there’s other people around
You never wanna kiss me
You tell me it’s too late to hang out
Then you say you miss me

 

You stare at your now cold coffee recalling all the times Josh has kissed you (not on the lips) when no one was around, at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding we were both outside getting some fresh air he told you he can’t wait to get married one day and then kissed your temple before walking back inside, When you Jenna, Tyler and Josh were having a movie night and Tyler and Jenna went out to get some junk food Josh kissed your cheek before getting up to go get a glass of water.

It’s been a year since you and Josh have hung out alone, he always says that he is busy no matter what day or time you ask, but then says that he misses hanging out.

It confuses you.

A friend to you
A friend to you
A friend to you

You have mentioned to Josh about being more than friends.

“Hey Josh imagine if we were like Tyler and Jenna” you hinted “Yeah but we are just friends (Y/n) that wouldn’t work”

PART 2?

Yes I know I didn’t use all of the lyrics (that’s because there is a lot of repetition)

This was my first song imagine so don’t be afraid to tell me how I did, the person that requested this you can get me to do it again if I didn’t do the song enough justice J

Have a good day/night everyone, stay alive

the bus (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

Lim-Manuel Miranda

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, awkwardness stupid friends

pronouns : they/them

a/n : the wifi on this bus only apparently works where there’s cell reception idfk wtf and this is that cute idea I thought of… maybe it’s not so cute??? PLSE tell me what u guys think I need to improve my writing !!!

a/n : the previous a/n was the original one, but I’m adding this in here. this may be an ongoing series!!! sorry for the shitty writing in advance GIMME FEEDBACK,,

1 ,, 2 ,, next chatpter in the works
_______________________________________________

your eyes were dropping. it was about four in the morning, and the tour bus was picking people up. you pressed play on some music and put to full volume. your friend next to you, tanushka, drifted off a few minutes before you. you felt yourself fade into sleep, letting your mind rest.

~~~

lin couldn’t believe it. he’d been in queens town for about six days and not a single person recognized him. no matter how peaceful it was, it was also disheartening. he didn’t let it get him down, he signed himself up for an 8 hour bus ride to Millford Sound. he walked onto the bus using the incredibly steep stairs, then heard a familiar beat. he couldn’t place it, but he saw the source of the noise- you. he walked towards your seat and that’s when tanushka noticed him.

she let out a loud gasp, grabbing your phone and opening it to the home screen, a picture of Lin on it. “you’re the guy! with the music play thing! LIT manny or something!” She exclaims in a shout-whisper. he laughs at lit-manny.

“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, if that’s what you mean.”

“yeah! That guy! Holy shit y/n FUCKING loves you!” she points at you.

“so you don’t mind if i… sit here?” he asks, wanting to surprise you.

“oh! oh! oh sure!” she gets up, letting him slide in. for the first he examines you. your hands were inside your star labs hoodie, and half of your face as well. he got to notice your hair and your eyes. from the corner of his eyes, in the seat pocket, he spotted glasses. you were cute enough in your own way. now that he was closer to you, he could hear all the music. it seemed your music range varied greatly. one second it was Hamilton, then it was Metallica, then it was twenty one pilots. it was quite amusing. then the bus driver spoke into the speakers, his voice startling you.

“o- what the SHIT? ugh tanushka you never wake me u-” you turned and Lin was smirking. you rubbed your eyes and blinked, fumbling for your glasses.

“what the heckle?” you muttered, letting your eyes clear to reveal Lin, laughing.

“well hello there I’m Lin-”

“Manuel Miranda” you finished, in awe, “no freaking way.”

“well yes freaking way. I kinda just, heard your music, and asked your friend, tanushka I believe?, if I could sit here.” at her cue, she popped up from behind you. “that’s me!”

“anyways, so hey! I guess you have some great music taste!” Lin chuckles. “so what’s you’re name?”

“uh- y/n” you stutter out. then with more confidence, “y/n l/n”.

“well, y/n, what a lovely name might I mention, may I ask you what you’re favorite Hamilton song?” he says, making you laugh.

“I have so many really- uh I guess I really like Washington on your side- ooh! or maybe the Reynolds Pamphlet! Definitely guns and ships! oh! also! RIGHT hand man? and the Schuyler sisters? they’re all so good and so brilliantly put together and the music and t-” his laugh interrupted you.

“I think I’d know how good it is, I spent way too much of my life writing them”

“modest MUCH?” you laugh, then realize how rude you came off. “I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to-”

“it’s fine! don’t be sorry!” he noticed your fidgeting. “nervous?”

“this is… a lot to take in” you breathed out.

“well take your time then.” he jokes, “the dad bod is my best attribute, I believe.” you laugh, and grab your phone.

“is it ok if I take a picture with you?” you ask awkwardly. he nods, and you open up camera. he spots your homescreen and points at it.

“that’s me!”

“well duh” you grin, holding up the camera so you could take a photo. you guys ended up taking maybe fifty because you both couldn’t keep a straight face.

“you don’t mind if I… sit here for the rest of the ride?” he asked, quite nervously. Lin has a crush. yes, it was a school girlish crush, but you had such a bright attractive personality… he couldn’t help it. was that even legal? liking a fan? it seemed like a distant thought, a foreign idea only sought after in fanfiction.

“oh my god of course!” you were practically screaming, a grin so wide that Lin couldn’t help but smile.

“so… let’s get to know each other I guess?” Lin said, then tried to think of a question. “oh! what’s your twitter handle?” he asks and you tell him. a pan formularles in his head on how to get your number.

“can you send me the photos?” Lin asks, reaching for your phone “here I’ll-”

“I’ll just dm it on Twitter!” you smile and type in his handle, sending him the photos. there goes that.

“you don’t mind sending me all the pictures? Maybe it would be faster over text?” he tried again.

“oh it’s fine, you don’t want a fan like me with your number.” you say, not getting the hint.

“I mean-”

“don’t worry about it! there, it should have delivere-”

“goddamit can I please have your number?” he finally blurts. your eyes widen as you look up at him.

“what?”

“I-uhm” Lin didn’t know how to fix this. he scratches the back of his head, looking towards his feet

“I’d love to give you my number.” You grin, and send it to him over Twitter.

“uh thanks” he grins sheepishly, then posted a photo. your phone rang with the notification for both Lins post & that he tagged you.

“you have me on post notifs?” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. god, he was cute.

“maybe…”

“that’s cute.” he says laughing at your blush.

met the most amazing dum dum ever… (your handle)

you blushed again and covered your laugh as you looked at him. “this is so sweet!” you exclaim, and it was his turn to blush as he nervously looked towards the floor.

“and you followed me? what? that’s so cool! oh my gosh!” you gush, smile plastered across your cheeks.

“it’s no problem, really.” he says.

“thank you! well god, I’m tired so you don’t mind if I take a quick nap?” you ask, and he laughs. in the back of his head, he prayed the cliche gods were at work and you would fall asleep onto his shoulders.

to be continued¿

The X-Files MSR Analysis Series: Season 1 Episode 2 

“Deep Throat”

Previous episode analysis - 1x01 Pilot.

When writing my notes for this episode, I just stopped mid-episode and scrawled on the page: SO MUCH SMILING!  Because seriously, there is so much low key flirting in this episode; literally so much smiling.  The UST is born my friends, the UST is born.

Keep reading

Too Blind to See

Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.

A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing. 

You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale. But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead. But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.

“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.”
You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand. Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.” All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do. “Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.”
Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.”
“How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!”
Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.”
And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.” Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.

Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door. It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.

“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you. Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling. “Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”

— Time Skip —

As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell. You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.

Your phone buzzed. It was your hair stylist: 

 Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)

You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair. “Josh?”

Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around. “Y/N?“ 

Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair. Your hair stylist. She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”

Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…” He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.” He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.

“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”

He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.

“No.”

“No?”

“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.

“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”

You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.” That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?” You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”

Josh opened the menu and scanned the options. “Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”

This Is Us Part 1

Poe Dameron x Reader

Request 1: hi! would you write a poe x reader where they’ve just had a baby and poe is just over the moon and so happy to have his little son and goes around showing him the entire base?

Request 2: Poe x reader! Him comforting reader through pregnancy and talking to her tummy and then him being a dad through to teenage years?? Idk I thought it was cute

Request 3: Request fic of Poe Dameron as a father plzzz.

A/N: I have gotten this request so many times and I am just excited to try this one out!! This one will probably have multiple parts. Maybe four. Each of these requests will be incorporated into this fic, don’t worry to those who requested!

I do not own anything!!!

Originally posted by kil2dei

Keep reading

“Alien: Covenant”

-I fucking loved this film, utterly and wholly because Ridley Scott let his freak flag fly

-this film is mythological in stature; combining Greek gods, Mary Shelley, Old Testament, haunted houses, the cosmos; goddamn delightful

-as the first shot implies, the android David is our protagonist

-in fact this film starkly makes me realize that he is kinda the whole key to the “Prometheus” saga (which makes it separate from “Alien” saga)
+everyone else plays second fiddle /he is an id for Ridley

-this might be Fassbender’s greatest performance yet; he is given great leeway and pedestals for the character and hits all of them on the bullseye

-I think the little opening mini movie is marvelous; deftly setting up the idea of mortality and creation

-nice to Guy Pierce play Weyland young, allowing him to put his distinctive gravitas stamp on the character

-the shot of David at the piano is a scrumptious shot that exists inside the film and by itself

-the scope of the space station with the yellow sail, immediately tips us off this will be a grand adventure, far away from the tight corridors of “Alien” and very much its own thing, in the 50’s sci fi mold
+I love it

-didn’t expect a person to burn to death in their cryo sleep chamber. A sharp note to unsettle our nerves

-Fassbender plays a second, pretty much identical looking android named Walter, and his very small adjustments become pronounced the more we see him interact, creating a separate identity

-he is much more docile and very tender to the grieving Daniels (the wife of the burned man)

-Daniels is played by Katherine Waterson, who has a moppet look but fierce convictions

-I find her scene mourning his loss and their shattered co life together very moving and well done
+interesting to note a woman getting over a man’s death when often in films it’s very much the opposite

-what is up with both films in “Prometheus” saga making the pilot the most amusing character, and a name actor playing them? Ideas Elba before, Danny McBride killing it here

-I laughed out loud when the Daniel’s ex is revealed to be James Franco; face timing while rock climbing without a safety rope is exactly what his reputation would infer he would do

-I find the use of McBride humming along to the transmission to the tune of John Denver very amusing
+again echoing Elba playing Stephen Stills’ “love the one you’re with” (and I suppose the disco in Scott’s “The Martian”). 70’s music in the 22nd century. Interesting motif

-I like how the film establishes billy crudup’s character as a total chickenshit, unable to handle the responsibility of leading the crew
+interesting detail where it talks about him being super religious, referring to his fellow colonists as “my flock”, leaving him thought to be unsuitable to delegate and survive under pressure

-crudup of course ignores waterson’s perfectly good advice and reservations, which makes me wonder if the morale of the Universe is “He should have listened to her; the story of the cosmos”

-it is very strange to see so such forest and green land in this series

-I particularly like the line “do you hear that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing”

-the chemical warfare of “Prometheus” is very pronounced as the black substance makes its way into the victims ears noses; again, this directly clashes with the Ripley saga but it’s doing its own thing here and and is pretty consistent

-nice little moment as Walter tries to comfort Daniels’ reservations by simply stating “it would make a lovely spot for a cabin” then walks away; contrast to Crudup’s character overselling how great he finds it, and continues to rattle off how over worried he found Daniels, this smothering her and make her apprehensive
+brevity is the soul of wit is set up here

-good god, there is a ton of blood here, a smattering of it

-I find the scene where the first infected strobes out and spurts blood out his back to be effectively creepy

-I’m considering the creature in this film (“neomorph”) a in between. Not as well designed as the giger perfection, but a huge step up from the black sea liquor from “Prometheus”. It is startling and very well directed

-a masterful little shot as a dead colonist is shown partially in frame, his wedding ring clearly in shot, another man cupping his head, and whispering to his mouth “I love you”; succinctly setting up their same sex love and marriage

-the neomorph is definitely far more animalistic in this film. It’s given unhuman like movements, that suggest more primal instincts

-I cannot do justice to the goosebumps I felt as the party was lead by its stranger savior and we see the charred bodies and landscapes

-the stranger savior is at this point revealed to be David (with iggy pop type hair at first) who then hijacks back the film, rightfully so

-immensely hilarious moment as David shoulder knocks Walter, and adds “Hello there, brother”

-David is giving me Dr. Pretorius (“Bride of Frankenstein”)/Dr. Moreau (“Island of Dr. Moreau”) vibes
+ie creators who bent the structure of biology and didn’t care who got destroyed in the way

-there is a long, long scene where Walter and David take turns playing the flute that is frankly worthy of an entire essay in itself

-firstly, it’s a big fuck you to anyone who was dismayed by the flute segment in “Prometheus”
+there it was five seconds, here it’s like 10 minutes and two identical people are doing it at the same time

-secondly, they are playing the fucking theme to “Prometheus” on said flute
+those is self-reference in the scale of Mel Brooks (and makes me think Ridley was grinning during the Sean bean-“lord of the rings” scene in “The Martian”

-the line to Watler from David “just blow, I will take care of the fingering”

-it is revealed that David unnerved people by being so human like in temperament that future versions like Walter were “streamlined”/neutered, so that Walter can play but not compose
+there’s going to be a whole genetic modification bit coming up, but now I realize how eugenics/forced sterilization this sounds

-the contrasting glee in David’s voice and unease in Walter’s eyes as David relates how he was around their creator when he died, and David notes “he was stupid and weak, like all humans”

-the whole scene the camera is robotically swerving around clearly adding to the tension the audience feels in witnessing this unorthodox meeting

-needless to say, the film takes a monumental leap and variance in tone hereafter

-David mentions that Shaw (From “Prometheus”, last seeing going with David as a decapicated head) died, but she was “so kind to me” and David loved her
-“much the same way Walter looks at you” (Daniels disagrees) “oh, does he call it ‘duty’? I know the difference”

-Ridley is really digging into the horror elements of the film as the neomorph comes up the wall and severs a woman’s head, leaving it floating in a full sink
+the neomorph is eating her shoulder, shoring carnivore habits for the time in this universe

-one of the strangest moments (and there will be plenty coming up) where David and the tall albino neomorph are communicating via breathing

-the most emotion David has is when crudup kills it and David screams “how could you?!? He trusted me!”

-crudup has a equally odd non sequitur where he threatens David to “tell me what is going on, or I will destroy your perfectly calm composure”

-this film is bizarre and exploitive in the extreme

-for those that are keeping track, the importance hierarchy is as follows
David
neomorphs/xenomorphs
humans
+we are fucked

- my favorite sequence in the entire film as we see (via David’s memories?) that he dropped the entire payload of black goo/chemical weapons upon an unsuspecting engineer population (who look totally different from ones we saw in “Prometheus” in facial structures and eyes) and they die as the goo descends upon them like locusts.
+it seriously looks straight out of Exodus as God wrecked his vengeance upon Pharioh

-so yes, that was the charred bodies we saw before

-we see the lair of David as it is littered with graphs, illustrations, designs of his work in the goo into the neomorph and beyond
+ his response, dripping with sarcasm: “idle hands are the devil’s anything”

-we are officially one step closer to classic “Alien” universe as the first facehugger is introduced (to kill crudup)

-Daniels is trying to reach Tennessee (Danny McBride) as still others are getting slaughtered, the neomorphs are clearly the hounds to David’s Satan

-line of the film as crudup wakes up to see David, asks him what his religion is, and he responds “Creation”

-a early beta of the xenomorph is here (still not quite Giger 100), as he splits from Crudup’s chest after the question, and he dances, mimicking the moments of David
+David looks like a puppet master pulling the strings

-more facehugger madness as others go after the remaining human sheep

-much like “Prometheus” this multi million dollar film has a strikingly low opinion of humanity
+ at this point, two films in, the expendable nature of the vast majority of people therein is a feature, not a bug

-positively bizarre sequence as David tempts Walter to his side, kissing him(self) on the lips, before ripping out his neck battery, depowering him

-I neglected to mention just before that my second favorite line of the film, after Walter cited a line then asks who did it, David answers Byron but Walter correctly notes
“No, Shelley. If one section of the orchestra is off, it changes the entire symphony doesn’t it?”

-David has officially gone too far

-David coos “no one knows what it is like to dream and be perfect like myself”

-remember early when I said the importance scales? Well, since Ridley seems to see David as a propionate of creation, therefore a creator it would perhaps follow as such
Artists
Art
People

-possibly subliminal moment where David corners Daniels and she’s asks what really happened to Shaw, and David says “this” then forces a kiss upon Daniels
+so did this robot, who was too human for other humans, teach the neomorph to rape?

-Walter is back (they made a few safety measures since David) and this we get to see someone hitting his own face repeatedly
+it is fucking weird to see this brawling action in a Ridley Scott film

-Tennessee is here to save the day, but now the brute pronto xenomorph is here, and this murder is getting more grisly by the second

-David asks Walter to decide whether to reign in hell or serve in heaven as he reaches for a knife

-the sequence where Daniels is held by a straight line as she keeps falling over the side of the ship, swings and shoots at the proto xeno is jaw dropping

-is Tennessee the giant claw dropper of doom as he uses an arm to crush the proto xeno? Seems like it

-you better believe I was eagle eyes to see if it was Walter or David helping Daniels

-aboard the main ship there is a unidentified life form aboard, but where are the co pilots?

-in a scene straight out of the sleaziest slasher from the 80’s (like prime “Friday the 13th”) the co pilots are having shower sex (to some r&b music) when the xenomorph puts his phallic tail between their genitals
+then impale tongue’s the guy’s head. Sexploitation!

-every close up on Fassbender’s face is a mini master class in suspense

-I fucking cannot believe they brought back the xenomorph point of view, the first time since “Alien 3”

-this second proto xeno is slobbering like the cerberus he is

-my heart is pounding like a jackhammer the entire time Daniels is staying barely ahead of the creature

-“care to lend a lady a hand?” might be the mantra of this depraved series

-the subtle continuity of the cabin comes up as her face screams in terror as she realizes David is here, and there are no cabins in hell

-one final twist of the screw as David coughs up some proto xeno eggs and looks upon the vast laboratory of human frogs to dissect

-this film took everything I loved about “Prometheus” and kicked it up ten notches, while adding many many more layers of cosmic craziness. Oh, and blood.
+ I am fully confident the “Prometheus” saga will gain a cult following and be seen as one man’s tremendous exploitation of his own creation(like David?) and a particular, articulate and demented journey into space hell.

-I myself feel the flames get higher and higher, and wonder if I will be making repeat journeys to this particular corner again. I feel it to be so.

The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royal AU [Chapter 2]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One
Also on FF.net and AO3.

Word Count: 4,748


Alright, here’s the first Emma POV chapter! My knowledge of the British military isn’t extensive so hopefully I didn’t muck it up too bad. Enjoy and keep an eye out - the next Killian chapter will be up soon!


“So, Elsa said that you met Walsh at the banquet last night - that new pilot they just stationed in Wales, right?”

Trying to hold back a grumble, Emma pulled her latte to her lips as she glanced down toward her half empty breakfast plate. The sun had only peeked over the distant hills a few hours earlier, but she’d only been awake for a small fraction of that time - late obligatory night be damned. She should have figured this conversation was coming and in all honesty, it wasn’t that surprising that her mother had chosen the soonest moment she could. Tapping her fingers on the side of the porcelain cup, Emma wondered if she’d still have an appetite to finish the rest of her eggs and whatever the daily pastry was when this little chat was over. She adored Mrs. Potts and the majority of things she’d baked or boiled in the estate’s large kitchen over the past six months, but the guilty pleasure of a plain old pop tart wasn’t something Emma had ever managed to shake.

One result of a normal college experience - well, as normal as attending a prestigious university could be for a daughter of a largely decorated military hero. Though it helped that she’d been able to acquire her undergraduate degree in America rather than one of the countries listed beneath the crown, it didn’t change the fact that there were very few circumstances in her honor shadowed life that Emma would dare label as ordinary.

Keep reading

the sweetest reunion

bc i’m an idiot that accidentally deleted some requests, so i’ll be doing something like this.

original prompt: long haired Shiro and desperate sex after finding him once more.

Originally posted by bosstoaster

pairing: shiro x fem!reader

words: 2176

There were a lot of things in life that you had experienced in your young age. 

You had lost your family, you had been inadvertently brought to space when Lance roped you into a mission to oust Keith; you had been chased by aliens, shot in the side, dragged to an intergalactic trial where everyone discussed your fate and spent two weeks in a cryo-pod.

You had seen a lot of things no young adult should have.

But this…

This took the cake.

“Shiro’s Lion is sensing something,” you hear Keith’s raspy voice through the comm and you furrow your brow. There’s a mix of trepidation and hope in his tone, and you would give anything to know what had got him this shaken. “I’m going to see what it is.”

“Stay safe,” Lance cautions, and you hear Keith snort. Thus began the most confusing afternoon of your life.

Keith appears on the bridge almost an hour later, and in his arms, he drags an exhausted Shiro with him. You gasp when you first catch sight of the mangy ratted hair, and the sparse stubble he sports on his chin. Shiro’s grey eyes pry open, and caught onto yours. For a moment there was no sound on the ship except for your ragged breathing.

Everyone looked to you, accessing your reactions, and they didn’t disappoint.

You were wide eyed, mouth hanging open, a short stuttering of breath puffing from your lungs. Shiro stares at you, his head tilted to a side, as if…as if he couldn’t quite put his finger on who you were.

You struggled to form words, but all that could be exhaled, was a shaky, “How?”

“Maybe we should let him rest,” Keith’s soft words cut through the panic heaving in your mind. He turns to walk away, and you make to follow, but Hunk’s arm is on yours.

“Y/N, Shiro needs his rest,” the Yellow Paladin tries to reason, but you were beyond cohesion. Your face was pale, almost as if you’ve seen a ghost, and in some way, it was true. 

You break past Hunk’s lax grip and tear down the hall, ignoring the other’s cries of protest. Your Shiro was alive, and you would be damned if you didn’t get the truth out of him.

You viciously punch in the code of his room door, using the system override that Allura taught you and burst into the room, eyes narrowed and chest heaving.

Keith straightens in shock. “Y/N?”

“Get out,” you grit through your teeth. “I need a word with my boyfriend.”

He tries to fight back, but you were angrier. 

“Y/N–”

“Keith, I love you, but if you don’t get the fuck out of this room, so help me, I swear,” you let the threat linger in the air, and Keith quickly takes the hint. He leaves you and Shiro together, alone for the first time in what feels like years. When the adrenaline subsides, there isn’t anymore bravado, no big burst of emotions. 

Instead, you succumb to the quiet grief gnawing the back of your eyes since the first time you saw him, and relish the quiet presence of Shiro staring at you from his perch on the bed.

“Shiro,” you say, taking a step towards him. He doesn’t say anything.

“Shiro, are you okay?” you try again. “Are you hurt? Please, say something–”

“Y/N,” he murmurs, but there’s no inflection of warmth. He sounds…confused. 

“Yeah,” you say in earnest as you move to sit next to him. Shiro doesn’t react; all he does is look at you with a confused expression. Your heart sinks to the ground, but you tried to reason with yourself.

“Do you need anything? Do you need water? Food?” 

He frowns and looks at the plain duvet. He looks older here, dark circles staining  a bruising purple under his eyes and he seems gaunter. You’ve never had this train of thought before but Shiro was so…so fragile. 

He reaches for you and brushes his human hand on your jaw. You didn’t mean to lean into his touch, desperate to feel his warmth. It was proof that he’s alive. Your Shiro’s alive.

“I missed you,” you whisper, and you hear him swallow audibly.

“I miss you, too,” he answers, and you can see a deep yearning he tries to hide behind his dark eyes. “Y/N…everyday when I was away, I thought about you.”

You hiccuped a sob, attempting to hold back your tears. “Shiro–”

He moves with agile speed for someone who’s been stranded in space for seven days as he clumsily places a kiss on your lips. You want to take things further, but you remember that he’s tried and pull back. 

“You need your rest,” you say in a firm voice, and he gives a hollow chuckle. 

“Stay with me?” 

“After you take a shower,” you say, standing up to get him some food. “I’ll go and see what Hunk can whip up in under half an hour. Sleep if you want.”

Shiro nods, and watches you with forlorn eyes as you leave the room.


When you return, he’s already showered and shaved, attempting to cut his hair. You set his food down on his study table and take in your boyfriend’s side profile. Your heart ached; he was still incredibly handsome despite all that he had been through.

“See something you like?” he teases, and you chuckle, coming over to wrap your arms around him. The physical contact is effortless, telling of your relationship with each other. He turns around, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Do you need help with your hair?” you ask, and he nods. 

“Yes, please,” he says, and you take the scissors from him. 

You bundle his hair in one hand and neatly cut the long tresses, leaving them on the bathroom floor. He relaxes as he lets you work, and you try to replicate his buzz cut when he stops you.

“I think I want to try something new,” he says, and you comply, trimming just the edges. He looks fresher and younger, a lighter version of the Shiro you fell in love with.

You set the scissors down, admiring your handy work. “I brought you some food,” you mention, indicating the warm bowl of space goo.

“Thanks,” he says, and brushes past you to sit at his desk. 

You struggle to keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to burden him this early on. Shiro glances at you and he doesn’t eat, sighing as he walks over to you.

He catches you in his arms, and you bury your face in his jacket, fighting back the gasps that threatened to wreck your frame. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for too long.” 

“Where did you go? What happened?”

His silence stumps you and you recognize his hesitation in the way how he stiffens. “I…I don’t know. All I know is that I woke in a Galran ship and that was it. I had no idea how it happened.” His reasoning was flimsy at best, and you hold your tongue, not wanting to push him further.

Shiro shows his gratitude by nuzzling your hair and sighing. “I miss you, Y/N.”

“I miss you, too. I miss you so much, Shiro.”

He leans down for a kiss and you don’t hesitate, tilting your head up and offering your lips to him. He kisses you soundly and you clutch to him close, needing the warmth of his body to ground you to the reality that he’s safe. Your Shiro is finally in your arms.

He lifts you into his embrace, and you wrap your legs around his waist, working on auto-pilot, your body tight with anticipation. It was easy to twine your fingers in his shorter hair as you tilt his face to the side, and deepen the kiss. The pads of your fingers trace his cheekbones, remembering and memorizing over again. 

It had been far too long. 

He brings you to the bed, and lays his body over yours. You gasp when his cold, metallic hand reaches for your neck, tracing cool fingers down your exposed collarbone, as his human hand tightens around your waist. He releases you, and you take a deep breath. 

“Y/N–”

“I want this.” You know what he will ask; he always makes sure to get your permission.

Shiro groans, and his lips are back on yours as he works your clothes off your body. You find your jeans on the other side of the room, and he’s working his cool hand under your shirt. You break the kiss long enough to throw your shirt over your head, and he flips you over him, quickly finding your bra strap and unclasping it with practiced ease. He rids you of the last item of clothing as his lips find yours. 

You splay your legs wider to accommodate him in between them, and Shiro doesn’t waste time in trailing his Galran fingers down your body, tracing your curves. You shudder, biting your lower lip, and you sigh when you feel him brushing kisses down your jaw. There’s an edge of desperation in his touches, and you feel it when he ruts over your bare sex, his clothed bulge pressing onto your damp lips, and giving you a rush of friction so sweet, you’re bucking into his grasp.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he moans, and you leave marks on his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse under your lips. 

“You have too many clothes on,” you murmur, breathless. Shiro smirks as he leans up, removing his shirt. You drink in the sight of his shirtless greedily, eyes raking down his toned form. You palm his scars, tracing them, and he shudders under your gentle touch. 

“Y/N,” he whispers. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” you murmur, splaying your legs wider and licking your lips. He hasn’t even started touching you, and you were soaking wet. You undulate your hips, beckoning him to fill you, and Shiro falls for your whims. 

He muffles a groan in your neck as he nibbles a trail to your lips. He kisses you as a distraction as he pushes in. You gasp against his lips, snapping your hips towards him as you try to take his length.

“Such a good girl,” Shiro murmurs, kissing your temple. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

You jerk at his words, rolling your hips as you struggle to take him once more. He helps to push into you, and your eyes roll back into your head, the pleasure spiking mercilessly. 

“Shiro–”

“God, Y/N–”

You both groan once he settles into the hilt. He moves and sets a pace that has you gasping and bucking upwards to meet him stroke for stroke. The pleasure soon masks the discomfort and you bite into his shoulder, tasting sweat and warm skin as you muffle your moans. 

“I want to hear you, baby,” he says, and something in you melts at his pet-name for you. Baby. You were his baby.

“Shiro, Shiro,” you chant his name as your toes curl. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and he aids you by sucking two fingers in his mouth and trailing his hand down to rub his spit-slicked fingers onto your swollen clit. 

You gasp, head thrown back, and he leans down, suckling tightly on your nipples, leaving them reddened like your cheeks.

“Shiro…I’m gonna–oh god, I’m gonna cum–”

“I wanna hear you, baby,” he groans, clasping your hand over your head as he quickens his thrusts. You curl your fingers around his and squeeze hard as you dig your heels into his narrow waist. Your body bows, arching high from the bed as you scream his name in ecstasy. 

Shiro paces you through your release, thrusts turning languid and you know he’s about to spill when he pulls out. He works himself over the edge with his human hand, and splatters hot and sticky on your lower belly.

“Y/N,” he groans, and you mewl his name, weak as a kitten after your orgasm. Shiro takes care to not mess you up further, and he stands, leaving you as he takes a cloth from the bathroom. You feel the bed dip and you pry open lax eyelids, smiling when he wipes you clean. Shiro throws the cloth down to the floor and brings you to his side, nuzzling your neck.

“Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?” he frets, and you laugh, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I’m okay, babe. Just a little unused to you after so long.” There’s a light ache between your thighs which you were sure would hurt like a bitch tomorrow morning, but you couldn’t care less. 

He chuckles, an adorable blush plastered on his face. “Right. Let’s get you to sleep.”

You had no more energy to complain. You yawn, snuggling into his side.

“G’night, babe,” you mutter drowsily.

He tightens his hold around you and places a kiss on your temple. “Good night, Y/N.” And with those words, you tumble head first into unconsciousness, safe in his arms.  

Request: Hii, I was wondering if you could do a jack lowden imagine where the reader is a cast member, I’ll leave it up to you just anything to do with jack lowden as I bloody love him, btw live your writings

A/N: thank you so much, I’m glad you like them!

——————-

“Hey Y/N, Chris needs you to help out over on set 2.” Your assistant said, barging into your make-up tent.

“I still need to finish up on Fionn, what do they need me over there for?” You questioned, gesturing to the boy sitting in front of you.

“Apparently Max got drunk last night. The waves didn’t settle well with his hangover and he ended up getting seasick. Chris sent him home.”

“Bloody great. Who’s gonna finish Fionn? He’s got a photo shoot in 10 minutes.” You complained, looking down at Fionns unfinished makeup.

“I can finish for you. Besides you already did the hardest parts. They really need you over there, you’re the best artist we’ve got.” The assistant pleaded, making you sigh.

“Wait, Max is usually on set 3, why would I need to go to set 2?” You questioned suddenly, looking at your assistant in confusion.

“One of his guys is on the boats today, I’m not really sure why.” You still hesitated, looking down at the 19 year old.

“Oh go on Y/N, they obviously need you more than I do.” Fionn said, shooing you from the tent.

“Fine.” You told the two of them, grabbing your jacket and portable makeup bag, heading into the cold.

You had been a makeup and hair stylist on the set of Dunkirk for 6 months now. Chris absolutely loved that you were able to do both, so you mainly stayed on the beach with the bulk of his cast. You worked a lot with Fionn, Harry, Kenneth, and Aneurin, even working on Cillian and Tom for their land scenes.

Chris had never sent you to set 2, the civilian ships, because Annie was able to handle the four men, Mark, Tom, Barry and Cillian just fine. Those four didn’t really get much makeup, just slight touch ups.

Max was in charge of Tom Hardy and Jack Lowden, the two pilots in the movie. If what your assistant said was true, one of these men must be on the boats now. Maybe one of their Spitfires had gone down in the script.

Based on the fact that you had already seen how Tom’s plane went down, you could only assume you’d be working on Jack Lowden.

Jack Lowden was actually the only member of the main cast that you hadn’t met yet. You’d met Tom, Barry and Mark at a dinner party. Jack had flown home that weekend to visit family, so you hadn’t met him.

You were actually kind of excited to meet him. You’d seen his work in ‘War & Peace’, instantly becoming a fan of his.

There was a car waiting for you outside, which then brought you to a small boat. You were on the boat for 15 minutes before you arrived to where the sea filming was taking place.

Chris sighed in relief once he saw you, taking your hand and helping you onto the Moonstone.

“Thank god you’re here. That other idiot was spending all his time hunched over the side of the boat, and this one can’t do hair to save her life.” Chris sighed, gesturing over to Annie who was currently working on Barry.

“S'alright I suppose, Fionn was pretty much done. But I’m warning you, if I get sea sick I’m gonna throw you in the water.” You joked, smiling up at the man.

Laughing, Chris led you into the cabin of the ship. There was a blonde man standing there chatting with Mark, both of whom looked over at your arrival.

“Bout time you got here.” Mark joked, smiling over at you.

“Yeah, well I can’t just walk over here can I?” You asked sarcastically, sharing a laugh with the older man.

“No, I s'pose not.” Came the reply.

“Well, this is Jack. Jack, this is Y/N.” Chris spoke, introducing you to the blonde.

You both made eye contact, sending shivers down your spine. Seeing him on a TV did not give this man justice. He was absolutely stunning in person. His blue eyes were electric as he looked at you, a crooked smile lighting up his face.

“She’s the best stylist we’ve got. I’m just glad she was able to get over here.” Chris said, smiling down at you again. “Anyway, we just had Jack filming a scene in the water, so his makeup is off. I need you to redo it, and make sure his hair isn’t just sticking to his face.” He told you, before heading back out of the cabin.

Mark followed, giving you a smile and a pat on the shoulder as he went. Turning to Jack, you saw he was already staring at you. Flushing slightly at his intense look, you quickly got to work to try and distract yourself.

“Chris told me he was sendin’ ov'r a woman, he forgot te mention how beautiful you were.” Jack spoke from behind you, making you jump. Turning around, you noticed he was right in front of you.

“Alright hot shot.” You laughed, trying to force down another blush. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Take a seat over there.” You demanded, pulling out the items you needed.

“Yes ma'am!” He smirked, taking a seat like you asked him to. Rolling your eyes playfully, you moved over towards him to begin his make up. “You’ve got beautiful eyes, you know tha?” He smiled as he stared up at you, allowing you to rub on some foundation. Your eyes flickered to his briefly, a smile on your lips, before focusing back on your work. “A pretty smile too.”

“My Jack, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” You teased, reaching for a different brush and toner.

“Only when I fin’ myself in the presence of a woman as perfect as you.” He winked, his eyes trailing down your body as he checked you out. When his eyes were back on yours, he was biting his lip in appreciation.

'Mother of god’ you thought to yourself, heart racing in your chest 'he’s gonna kill me with those damn eyes.’

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.” You laughed, finishing up on his makeup. “Alright, one thing down, one to go. I just have to fix your hair.” You told him, walking back to your bag and pulling out your comb and gel.

For the next 5 minutes, Jack stayed silent as he stared at you. Every once in a while you would squirm slightly under his gaze, but for the most part managed to ignore him.

“Wha’s a gorgeous lass like yourself doin’ working on a film set?” Jack suddenly asked, breaking your concentration slightly.

“A lass like myself?” You asked, confusion coloring your tone.

“Ya. You’re much too pretty to be hidin’ yourself behin’ the camera. They should be hangin’ your photographs in museums.” He said seriously, nearly making you pass out.

“Oh, uh, I… um.” You were stammering, an absolute mess in front of him. His smile suddenly grew devilish, leaning towards you in his seat.

“Am I makin’ you flustered darlin’?” He questioned, one hand coming up to rest on your cheek. His thumb brushed against your red cheeks, leaving you speechless.

“No, of course not.” You responded once you found your voice, looking away from his eyes. The hand on your cheek moved to your chin then, turning your head to face him once more.

“I think I am. And I think you’re just as attracted te me as I am te you.” He spoke huskily, his eyes dilating slightly. You swallowed harshly, a sudden wave of confidence overcoming you. After all, he had just admitted he was attracted to you.

“And what if I am?” You questioned boldly, maintaining eye contact with the Scottish man as you set down the comb and gel. He suddenly stood up, making you stumble back slightly. His arms were then wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him.

“This.” You had one more fleeting glance of his blue eyes, before his lips were on yours. For a few seconds, your body froze and your eyes remained wide open in shock.

A moment later, your body finally responded. Closing your eyes, your hands found their way to his muscular chest, holding onto his Air Force costume tightly. Smiling against your lips, Jack pulled you even closer as he kissed you senseless.

His teeth were suddenly nibbling gently at your bottom lip, forcing you to let out an involuntary moan. He made an appreciative groan in response, gliding his tongue into your mouth. His tongue fought against yours for a few moments, before pulling back breathlessly.

The two of you just stood there staring at one another, small smiles on both of your faces.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, five pairs of eyes were watching you from the deck.

“You owe me $20 bucks Tommy boy.”

“Shut up Barry.”

Wuthering Heights and Billie Holiday

Hi sweet beans!💘 this is a soft and fluffy Tom imagine about him wanting to show the reader how much she means to him! I wrote this based on a request sent in by my bby, L🌸 L, I hope that this cures at least a little bit of your melancholy! I love you with my whole heart, my dear☁️

Wuthering Heights and Billie Holiday
The night before had been wondrous. Each time their fingertips graced the other’s skin, it was as if they were being molded even closer together. Tom was at a loss, he could barely believe how much larger his heart had grown since he’d met her. Everyday that Tom spent with her, the feeling of his heart expanding in a fashion similar to the Grinch’s after he’d observed the celebration of Christmas when he’d stolen all the Who’s presents would overwhelm him. Tom was so positively filled to the brim with love that it was dripping off of his frame.
Tom looked down at her sleeping form, all curled into his chest, and he was absolutely spellbound. Her skin looked luminous and soft, and Tom could feel her chest gently moving up and down each time she took a breath. Long lashes laid against her cheeks, and glancing down at her lips, Tom’s own mouth began to feel exceedingly lonely. He longed to press them against the rosiness of her mouth, but declared that after the night they’d had, she’d be needing to rest.
He moved swiftly out of the bed, as to not wake his sleeping girlfriend. Tom slipped on the pair of his sweats that resided in her drawers, and pulled on his shirt from last evening. Walking into her kitchen, he scrawled out a messy note telling her to go back to sleep because he’d be home with breakfast and coffee soon. Creeping back into her bedroom, Tom laid the note down on his side of the mattress and adoringly smoothed her hair back to place a tender kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll be back soon, my love.” Tom murmured, pulling her blanket a bit higher to tuck her in. He grabbed her car keys and headed out to the florist a few streets down from her apartment.
As Tom drove, he chuckled when he recalled their conversation a few nights before. His girlfriend had gone out with her friends and had drank a bit too much wine, and when she came back to him, she was completely wasted. One of her friends had called him, asking if he’d be able to come and pick her up because there was absolutely no way that any of them were alright to drive themselves. Tom obviously agreed and when he’d gone to get her, she flung herself into his arms, pressing wild kisses onto any spot of bare skin on his body that she could find. Her arms were like vines, constricting Tom with all the love she had to offer.
When he’d finally gotten her outside and into the car, Tom did his best to buckle her in when she poked him softly on his cheek and leaned in once again for a hug. “You know,” she slurred, “I think you’re the love of my life and I wish on stars every day that I’m yours.”
In the morning, it was clear to him that she’d been too intoxicated to call to mind her statement, but it had been on Tom’s mind ever since. He knew that she was the love of his life as well, and he was confused as to why she wasn’t aware that he felt the same. Tom decided that as soon as he woke up, it would be his mission to make her realize that he felt the same.
Tom was out and about for about an hour before he returned home to her. In his arms, he cradled a massive vase of flowers, two coffees, and a box of baked goods and a bag of bagels. There was never a time when he’d been more envious of Peter Parker’s sticky spiderwebs to help him carry goods.
When Tom made his way back to her room, he discovered that she was still blissfully snoozing. Sliding out of his sweats and yanking off his T-shirt, Tom burrowed back underneath her bedspread, eager to hold her in his arms again. Maneuvering her as slightly as he could, Tom could tell that she wasn’t going to stir. She was passed out, and Tom laughed. He supposed that their previous activities really had tuckered her out.
The night before, the couple had ventured out to a quaint, French bistro that she had spotted one day on her drive home from school. She’d mentioned that she thought it looked sweet, and Tom knew of her growing fascination with France, so he thought it would be fun to take her there on date night.
When they got there, the place was even better than she could’ve hoped for. Twinkly lights in the dimly lit cafe, along with soft, french tunes drifting in through carefully hidden speakers, and flowers littered room. Tom had to admit, the place was pretty dreamy.
Beyond the place being dreamy, she was radiating beauty that night. Her hair had been softly curled and she’d taken the time to carefully apply a red lipstick that went perfectly with her red dress, and the heels she wore made her legs appear endless. She smelled as if she’d rolled around in the field of daisies and when she smiled at Tom, she looked so pure and happy, that Tom would give her anything in the whole, wide world because he knew that she deserved it.
Passion and romance drifted throughout the bistro, and as soon as they’d gotten home, Tom had nearly torn her scarlet dress off, he was so keen to dive between the smooth skin of her thighs. After nearly five orgasms, they were finally too sleepy to continue. They’d kissed each other delicately on the mouth before she had picked up her copy of Anne Sexton’s collected poems. She read to him until her eyelids fluttered shut and the book dropped to the floor.
After another half an hour in the morning, Tom awoke to a changed position. He was laying on his back and his girl sat atop him, smiling down at him. “Good morning sleepyhead,” she greeted, leaning in to kiss him good morning.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Tom smirked, gripping her thighs and tossing her onto her back so that he could press tons of kisses to her exposed skin. “You get to sleep in, but not me?”
She wiggled around beneath him, giggling as Tom softly bit into the skin of her collarbone, “Exactly.” She halted her movements and glided her hands into a lock behind Tom’s head, “thank you for getting breakfast.”
“Course, darling.” Tom moved off of her and offered her a hand, “to the kitchen,” he said, once she took his hand. Truthfully, Tom wouldn’t have minded sharing the meal in her bed, he really just wanted to show her the bouquet of flowers that he’d purchased for her earlier in the day.
When they reached the kitchen, her eyes widened and she immediately jumped into his arms. Tom stumbled for a moment, her reaction taking him by surprise, but nonetheless, Tom spun her around the room.
“Thank you, Tom! I love them so, so, so much.” She kissed him quickly before moving to examine the flowers more thoroughly, “I don’t know how you can stand to be so thoughtful and wonderful all of the time, Tom. Doesn’t it get exhausting being you?” She teased.
Tom wandered around her kitchen, doing his best to get closer to her ever-moving figure, “I just really love you,” he said, once he’d finally caught her and snared her with his arms around her waist, “you’re the love of my life, and who am I if I don’t show it?”
She turned to face him, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
Tom took her face between his palms and moved his mouth to hover over her own. “Wuthering Heights?” He pondered.
Moving her head up to meet his lips, “No, Pride and Prejudice,” she uttered before bridging the gap between them.
“I love the looks of you, the lure of you. The sweet of you, the pure of you. The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you. The east, west, north, and south of you.” Tom breathed as soon as they broke apart.
“Billie Holiday,” she smiled, moving to her head to kiss the palm of Tom’s hand.
“Dance with me,” Tom ordered, breaking away from her to fiddle withhis phone to put Billie Holiday’s ‘All of You’ on.
“Everything will be cold by then,” She started, reaching for her coffee, a hot blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I don’t give a damn about the coffee, love. And besides, it’s probably already cold.” Tom said, taking ahold of her waist.
“Tom,” the girl whined, “I don’t know how to dance, it’s embarrassing.”
Tom shushed her with a kiss, “Just hold onto me, yeah? I’ll show you how.” With that, he guided her arms into their proper place and he piloted their slow dance across her kitchen. As Billie Holiday’s voice coaxed her into relaxation, her eyes shut and she laid her head to rest on Tom’s shoulder.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” She whispered into Tom’s chest.
He raised a quizzical brow at her, “Wuthering Heights?” Tom questioned.
Standing up on her tiptoes, she nodded and brushed her lips against his, “uh huh,” she agreed as they swayed together, knowing that there was no place in which they’d rather be.

Heathen Like Us

Originally posted by blurryhometown

Word Count: 4,289

Prompt: “Can you do an imagine with Josh Dun where the reader goes on tour with them and the reader and Tyler doesn’t get a long too well. Idk, make it however you want. Love your writing. ❤️” -Anonymous 

-Thank you to the anon that requested this! Please bear in mind that this is my first ever TØP imagine and that this is also fiction, so if it doesn’t sound like them or seem like them (which I mean most of what Tyler says / does is nothing he would ever do in reality), please forgive me!

That said, I had fun writing this. A massive thank you also to my best fren @buckybarnesstar for contributing ideas to this  ❤️  Love you Case, as does Seb. Make sure to check her blog out if you love Bucky :) 

love to you and stay alive, frens  |-/ 

Iz xx 


“TYLER ROBERT JOSEPH!” You echo through the halls of the Barclay’s Center. Several members of the crew whip their heads to follow your voice, which was undoubtedly dripping with discontent. They watch as you stride forward, your eyes peering out in search of the ukulele strumming man.

Tyler’s head snaps up at the shrill sound, standing a few meters outside the top dressing room. His vision lands on your frustrated figure, a laugh escaping his lips for a moment before why you had screamed his name. With wide eyes, he scrambles towards the dressing room, only to crash into his band mate in the process.

Keep reading

Watching The Pilot for the first time

Series 10, here we go.

-The first episode of Series 10.
 So we could say this is the…
 PILOT episode

-I’m sorry. That joke doesn’t work, I know.

—Spoilers ahead!—

-Ooh, is this Bill’s theme? I like it?

-TARDIS!!

-Why is it out of order though…

-Oh my god he has a photo of River Song on his desk ;-;

-And oh god is that Susan

Sonic screwdrivers! Did he keep all his sonic screwdrivers after all this time?

-The guitar again!

-Two minutes in and I’m already losing track of the dialogue

-Fifty years… So the Doctor’s been laying low again, has he?

-”Poetry, physics, same thing.”
 You know what, I bet he didn’t even get hired through the normal procedure, he just walked in one day telling everyone he was the new professor, or even an old professor who left and decided to return, and he just bullshitted his way through any and all obstacles he came across during his stay

-”How is it the same?”
 “Because of the rhymes.”
 Let’s see,
 poetry
 physics
 Yep, doesn’t rhyme.

-Oh Doctor…

-”I don’t care who’s dying, never ever be late, I’m very particular about time.”
 Says the guy who was twelve years late when he said five minutes once.

-”Doctor what?”

-*cue changed intro logo DOCTOR WHAT*

-Okay, the intro visuals seem to have changed a little, but the melody sounds unchanged.

-OH SHIT IT’S MOFFAT

The inside of his coat is blue now?

AKA the pain of frame-by-frame or stopmotion animation

-Is Moffat trying to get us scared of slowmotion

-I feel like the students are very confused as to what to take notes of

-”Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, in means life.”
 I thought your granddaughter made that up?

-BILL BE QUIET WHEN YOU’RE SNEAKING

-SNEAKING IS SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET

-There we go.

-WHAT THE

-NOPE

-I don’t like background music, it says jumpscare music

-It’s scary music

-Thank goodness, no jumpscares

-SCARY MUSIC AGAIN

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

-MOFFAT’S NOT TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF SLOW MOTION, HE’S TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF PUDDLES

-Aw, she gave him a Christmas present

Look at those poor paper crowns trying to hold all that hair omygosh

-”With some people you can smell the wind in their clothes”
 I guess it’s supposed to be more philosophical, but for me that reminds me of how people have the cold air around them when they just came in from outside.

-R.I.P. Bill’s mom.

-”But if someone’s gone, do pictures really help?”
 That glace he makes at the photos on his desk.
 At his wife and granddaughter.
 That, is just heartbreaking.

Hey, Moffat, do you have a heart, because you’re breaking mine with fictional photographs

the FUCK

-So the Doctor, took a picture of the mother, of a student that he is currently teaching, back when said student wasn’t even born?

-Eyyy he’s using the rug

-But did he really tilt the Tardis himself to put a rug under it?
 I mean, it’s incredibly light compared to its actual size, but it’s still a phone box. Sure, if someone ran at full speed and slammed their body against it that might give it a good jolt or even make it fall over but…

-There’s something deeply unsettling about that girl’s stare

WHOA BITCH

-REMIND ME TO NEVER STEP IN EVERY PUDDLE THAT I SEE EVER AGAIN

-Well the Doctor certainly knows how to escape silently…

His clothes are blue now!

-You’re blue now! That’s my attack!

-Cue Twelfth Doctor theme, woohoo!

-”Why do you run like that?”
 “Like what?”
 “Like a penguin with its ass on fire.”
 “Ergonomics.”
 Human factors and ergonomics (commonly referred to as HF&E), also known as comfort design, functional design, and systems,[1 is the practice of designing products, systems, or processes to take proper account of the interaction between them and the people who use them. (Source: Wikipedia)

-PAHAHAJHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-BEST LINE TEN OUTTA TEN

-I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR THIRTY SECONDS NOW

-Ahahahahaha hah ahahaha ha ha

-Brilliant.

What’s with the burn marks on the ground

-”Do you know any scifi?”
 “Bitch, I AM scifi.”

-Possession usually has to do with fantasy or horror, not scifi…

-”There’s this thing on Netflix. Lizards in people’s brains.”
 First Pokemon, now Netflix. BBC REALLY doesn’t care.

-What’s the show though, it sounds interesting.

-” So, you meet a girl with a discolored iris and your first thought is she might have a lizard in her brain? I can see I’m going to have to up my game.“

-Doctor Who dialogue just gets better and better

-Actually, you can sorta see your face the ‘right way’ if you align two mirrors together so they’re perpendicular. The middle line might stand out, but you’re looking at your face the way anyone else sees it. The elevator in my apartment building has three reflective sides, so I can see my ‘right’ face quite often. I just have to stare at a corner of said elevator.

-They’re finally getting to the burn marks, thank you.

-”Tutorial’s over, take the night off. It’s all cancelled. Go and be a proper student. Texts, snogging, a vegan wrap.”
How does any of that make me a proper student

-”Oh, it’s just some freak optical effect. I’m bored already.”
 Like hell you are

SHIT

-IT’S NOT FUNNY LAPIS

-oh shit she’s alone in the flat

You could’ve gone to the kitchen and grabbed a knife

-But then, an umbrella is bigger and easier to wield and is great at deflecting water, so, not bad I guess

-Well I’m still getting myself a knife

-That’s it, I’m sitting in front of the monitor with a kitchen knife in my hand

-WHOA BITCH

DON’T BLINK.

-oh shit

-OH SHIT

-OH SHIT

-DON’T SAY HELLO TO YOUR POSSESSED GHOST FRIEND

-OH GOD THIS IS MIDNIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN

IT’S MIDNIGHT AND WATERS OF MARS ALL OVER AGAIN

-WHOA HIT

-shit shit shit shit SHIT

-EYY BIGGER ON THE INSIDE MOMENT

-EYY THE BIT FROM THE TRAILER

“Well, that’s a first…”

-So the Tardis does have a bathroom. After all these years. After FIFTY-FOUR years, the BBC finally gives us the answer no one really asked for but everybody kind of wanted anyway.

-”Human alert, do you want me to repel her?”

-”Oh, my God! This isn’t just a room, is it?”
 “No, it’s not just a room.”
 “This is a lift!”
 “…wELL oKAY tHeN”

-”It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!”
 “Heh-hey! We got there!”

-HahAhahahaha

-”Well, first you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box. Then you have to make one. It’s the second part people normally get stuck on.”

-Of course, one could always scumple the big box and stuff it inside the small box, but then, the big box wouldn’t be big anymore, would it?

-”If it had work to do, why would it lie around in a puddle?”
 “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a student?”
 So it’s too afraid of life and consequences and generally overwhelmed by the looming weight of its duties to get itself to do anything?

-Wait, is the the room Bill followed them into earlier?

-RUN

-IT’S A BANSHEE AS WELL AS A MIDNIGHT CREATURE AND A WATER MONSTER

ah yes the three primary colors
(not to mention Misty from Pokemon)

-You’re escaping from a water monster and you went to a beach, good idea, 10/10.

-”Have we traveled in time?”
 “No, we traveled to Australia.”
 That’s also a first.

-Bill, you can’t just drink from the bathroom sink!

-”Can I ask you a personal question?”
 “No!”
 “Can I anyway?”
 “…Yes.”

-”If you’re from another planet, why would you name your box in English? Those initials wouldn’t work in any other language!”
 THANK YOU BILL
 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THAT UP

-Well, that wasn’t exactly a shark, but thanks for proving the point, Heather.

-”Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?“
 In case you’re trying to start a vegan argument with this, no offense but your broccoli doesn’t love you back either.

-So that’s why the episode is titled ‘The Pilot’.

-Also, now that Bill’s found a puddle here, they better rUN THE FUCK AWAY.

wHAT THE FUCK

-Nope nope nope nope nope

Heyyy it’s the old sonic!

-The Fourth Doctor’s sonic, to be precise.

-Soooo did BBC make some new props for this episode or did they keep all the screwdrivers from the sixties and on

-”Hey John, while you’re throwing out those old props, would you mind putting these sonic screwdrivers in the recycle bin?”
 “Nah, let’s keep them, they don’t take up a lot of space. Besides, we might need them again some decades later.”
 “Good point.”

-OH SHIT THEY RAN INTO A BUNCH OF DALEKS

-ON PURPOSE

-Twelve: “We’ve got this annoying creature on our tail, let’s try to shake it off by running through a ton of Daleks.”
 Ten: “What went wrong with you”
 Eleven: “What happened to me”

WHAT

-THEY’RE FIGHTING DALEKS??

-Yep, it’s not going well for those lot

-”EXTERMINATE!”
 “Exterminate!”
 “EXTERMINATE!”
 “Exterminate!”
 yeah you two do that and be friends while we run away thank you

-It’s like the Doctor isn’t even taking the Daleks seriously anymore

-”YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!”
 “lol what else would i be”

-Daleks have stormtrooper level aim now. gg BBC, gg

Tbh that’s even freakier than a normal dalek eyestalk

-BANSHEE, MIDNIGHT MONSTER, WATER CREATURE AND DALEK

-MOFFAT’S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ISN’T HE

-Oh wait, this is only the first episode, does that mean
 Moffat hasn’t even started yet

-Is he planning to give heart attacks to all of us

-”The last thing she said to me. She promised she wouldn’t leave without me.”
 And now my heart’s breaking

-shit shit shit shit shit

Ehhh it’s okay Moffat, I didn’t need that heart anyway lol

-”That’s the Doctor for you. Never notices the tears.“
 Never acknowledges his own tears either…

-”Yeah, because I think you’re going to wipe my memory. I’m not stupid, you know. That’s the trouble with you. You don’t think anyone’s ever seen a movie. I know what a mind-wipe looks like!“
 THANK YOU BILL

-”Imagine, just imagine how it would feel if someone did this to you.“
 They just HAD to put Clara’s theme in there, didn’t they?

-All slowed down and more tragic

-And they HAD to make the Doctor sound like he’s holding back tears

-*distant crying noises*

“Shut up.”

“You shut up as well.”

-Someone fucking end me

-Come to my house and stop my sinful hands

-I am allowed too much power

-*ahem* Anyway

-Did the Doctor just leave for a hundred years to mull this over and come back to the present

-”It means, what the hell.”
 That’s a first, AGAIN.

-I love that theme at the end!

-Oh boy I can’t wait for more episodes, they all look so exciting–

nOOO

iS THAt john simm

-WhAT tEh FUcK