and how terribly he's going to miss her

every road leads to an end

this is for everyone in my inbox who asked for a mike coming out story.

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Mike’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the phone on the corner of his desk - a hand-me-down he’d nabbed from Nancy’s room when she’d packed all of her things and headed off to college two summers ago. He nearly knocks the entire thing to the floor in his haste to grab it.

“Get a grip, Wheeler,” he mumbles out loud to himself, but he can’t quite stop the tremor from coursing through him - it’s the adrenaline, maybe. Probably not fear. Definitely anger.

Mike shakes his head and pulls out a piece of crumpled paper from his desk drawer, taking his time to punch the neatly-written numbers into the keypad on the phone. It rings once, twice, three times.

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my best friend’s hot

requested: by anon 

summaryYou’re one of Tom’s best friends, but that’s all you’ve ever been. However, when asked about you during a live interview, maybe that’s not entirely true.

pairings: tom holland x reader 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: some swearing ofc

a/n: i love the best friends & then lovers trope, so this shit was adorable as hell to write and hope you guys like it as much as i do xx  also: if you wanna be on my taglist, click here


“Are you nervous?” you asked, straightening Tom’s shirt. 

He rolled his eyes. “We’ve been on this press tour for how long now?”

“Don’t get smart with me,” you chided, giving him a playful push. “I’m just making sure you’ll be alright.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured you, standing up and smoothing a hand over the side of his head. “Just as long as you and Harrison don’t make screwy faces at me behind the camera.”

“No promises,” you grinned at him, and ushered him towards the stage. “Go on–they’re waiting for you.”

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Just Go With It (Bucky Edition) - Part 1/3

Summery: Based off the plot of the movie Just Go With It, Bucky wears a fake wedding ring to pick up girls but when he meets ‘the one’ he finds it hard to explain the wedding ring. Asking for your help, you have to convince Bucky’s girlfriend that you’re his wife but you’re getting a divorce. A week in Hawaii changes things though…

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (ish)

Word Count: 1,964

Warnings: swearing, little angst (not really)

A/N: This is my entry for @sgtbxckybxrnes movie au writing challenge. I love this movie, its one I can re-watch many times and not get bored of it so writing an au with Bucky was so much fin. This is part one of three. Hope you like it, happy readings!  (PS I suggest going to watch the movie if you haven’t seen it already.)

Originally posted by gliceria

*gif creds to owner*


Your best friend Bucky ran into your apartment in a rush completely out of breath.

“I need you to be my wife that I’m getting divorced with!” He yelled causing you to knock over the lego tower you were building with your son Jackson.

“James holy poop, you can’t just barge into my house like that,” you say putting down the lego and crossing the room to calm your friend.

“Please Y/N the whole ring thing went wrong and now I need someone to pretend to be my wife and convince the girl I’m with that we’re getting divorced.”

“Whos the girl?” You ask curious to who your best friend was putting this much effort into.

“Her name’s Natasha and I think she may be ‘the one.’”

“Since when do you believe in ‘the one?’” 

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Good things to imagine

-amy wearing jakes flannels around the house

-jake wanting to cook a nice sweet dinner for him and amy so he facetimes charles the whole time for advice

-a sleepy amy in the winter, snuggled against jake in a cacoon of 600 blankets while they watch terrible hallmark christmas specials

-jake giving amy That Look when she starts talking passionately about a neat article she read

-amy and jake showering together, not even for the sexy times, but because they’re dorks and they really like bubbles and kissing in “the rain” and each other

-one day, jake has a day off but amy still has to go in to catch up on some paperwork so he honest to goodness considers going with her because he’ll miss her so much

-jake and amy knowing how each other likes their coffee

-amy can probably lowkey sing rlly well bc she’s musically experienced and shes always invinting cute little tunes when shes doing chores and they always sound like old do-wop songs and jake always sneaks recordings of her because wow he loves her

-jake and amy binge watching stranger things

-watching scary movies together, both acting tough at first but having to hide in the others shoulder by the end. Its a mess.

-couple’s cooking class that goes horribly south.

-they play that “watch me catch this random food in my mouth” game aaaaaall the time bc of their first date

-they never ever go seperate ways without saying “i love you so much” first

-jake being the little spoon and amy snuggling her face between his shoulder blades bc have you seen jake peralta’s shoulders?

-jake rarley ever waking up before amy but when he does he can hardly help himself from watching her sleep because god shes so soft and beautiful and amazing and he loves her so much

-when amy wakes up before jake, which is almost always, she likes to trace his face. His laugh linesm, his eyelashes, his /chin dimple/.

-they probably have so many cute stupid inside jokes its ridiculous

-they bet on everything but its bever an issue bc they are so solid okay?

-just…..jake and amy.

My brother has this thing he does. Whenever he swears in front of Mom, she goes “Language!”. He replies “English!”

Imagine the Avengers swearing on the battlefield in various languages. Steve snaps “Language!” because he can tell swear words by tone. One day, Tony snaps back “Italian!”. It becomes an in-joke.

One day, Steve is in a terrible mood. He missed his alarm, his shower head clogged, and they were out of Captain Crunch. Then there was the battle. It was just a complete mess. The villain taunts Steve but telling his how incompetent his team is.

They eventually bring her in. “What’d you think of her, Steve?” Steve mutters something under his breath that none of them can understand. “Language!” Clint teases. 

“GAELIC.”

What the Chocobros do when their S/O is on a long vacation

Originally posted by thefantasyhasnolimits

Noctis

  • When you tell him that you’re going on vacation for longer than a month, he doesn’t think much about it. He’s just like eh, alright. 
  • Even when he realizes that he won’t be able to see you for an entire month, he attempts to act nonchalant about it, but he’s really not
  • When your plane ride ends up being longer than you predicted, and Noctis sees that you’re not texting him back he will automatically assume the worst. 
  • “What if the plane crashed?? What if they met someone else on the plane?? WhAT IF THE NIFS GOT THEM???” 
  • When you finally text him that you got out of the plane he will go through a series of victory dances, cheers, and flailing around in his room before replying with a, “k.” 
  • If he thought it was bad, actually being without you was more worse than he originally thought. 
  • He tries to call you every day. 
  • “Noct, isn’t it like three in the morning over there?” 
  • Will legitimately pull the prince card, buy a ticket, and go to you just to see you again, until Ignis holds him back and tells Gladio to hit some sense into him. 
  • When it’s time to pick you up from the airport, Noctis would be there four hours before your arrival time and the moment he sees you, he doesn’t say anything, just tackles you down then and there. 
  • For the next week he’ll legitimately never leave your side. Even if you go to the bathroom he’ll either be outside the door or in there with you. 

Prompto

  • Separation anxiety to the max. 
  • Will legitimately cry when he sees you off at the airport. 
  • Like an abandoned puppy for the entire month or so. He acts so dramatically that your mutual friends will text you and be like, “Hey, are you dead? Your boyfriend was crying your name the other day…” 
  • Everything he sees will remind you of him. He’ll either start crying or snapping pictures of it. 
  • “Hey, Prompto, Ignis made roasted corn, want some?” 
    [Starts crying] “[Name] loved corn!!” 
  • Prompto wears all black not because he’s a Lucian, but because he’s mourning for you. 
  • You like to keep him updated on your trip with random pictures that you’d like to share with him or things that made you think of him, and he just gets so happy when he sees these, because they’re for him and no one else. 
  • Even if you are in a widely different timezone. You can text Prompto and it can be three in the morning, but his eyes with flash open at the sound of your text tone. 
  • Sends you the crying Snapchat filter with the text, “Missing you!!” every day. 
  • Noctis has to work double time to distract Prompto or else Prompto will die of dehydration from all the crying he does. 
  • Do you know those videos of army families reuniting in the airport? 
  • That’s how Prompto reacts when he sees you. 
  • Has flowers, chocolates, a poster, and enough tears to fill any river. 

Ignis

  • Probably the most well put together out of the Chocobros. But that’s not by much
  • Takes the news of you going on vacation normally, but once you’re at the airport to depart, Ignis will give you a long-winded speech about how much he’ll miss you. 
  • He’s pretty normal for the most part. 
  • He doesn’t act differently, and he still does his duties to Noctis as perfectly as possible. However, the moment he gets some leisure time, he’ll see something out of place and be like, “Oh, [Name] wouldn’t like that,” or, “I should tidy up the place for their return.” 
  • He ends up cleaning the whole apartment. 
  • He eventually runs out things to clean, so he’ll do obscure things like polish firewood or spray the outdoors with air freshener in scents like “fresh air,” because “Insomnia air doesn’t smell enough like air.” 
  • When you’re on vacation, he might send you texts of things like, “Remember to wear your sunblock,” or, “Don’t forget your hotel key when you leave.” 
  • Ignis wants excuses to talk to you, but he doesn’t want to seem needy like Prompto, so he’ll reply to all of your pictures that you send him with very mom-like comments. 
  • It gets so old that you end up taking pictures in shark-infested waters or on dangerous mountain hikes just to rile him up. 
  • But other than that, talking to him is very soothing. You’ll call him at the end of your day, and it helps you unwind because you get to hear his voice while recollecting everything that happened that day. 
  • Personally picks you up from the airport, but the moment you two see each other he’ll hug and kiss you. 
  • “Uh, Iggy? You can let go now.” 
    “A little while longer, dear, I missed you very much.” 

Gladio

  • The only guy that’s jokingly like, “LOL, hell yea! A month without the ball and chain!” Which makes you punch him in the stomach. 
  • Is very casual about it, and when he texts you it doesn’t seem like he’s missing you too terribly. 
  • However, Iris texts you regularly too and tells you the truth of how Gladdy is really like a teenage girl missing her boyfriend. 
  • Tries to bury himself in training to get his mind off of you. Even when Nyx invites him out to bars and stuff, Gladio will just sit in the corner and text you like a sulky teen. 
  • The month makes him question his sanity without you. 
  • You don’t really know what’s going on, Iris just randomly texts you messages like, “Lol, Gladdy fucked up,” throughout your trip without an explanation behind them. 
  • He legitimately eats nothing but cup noodles the entire time. Even when Ignis cooks him something, he’ll just sulkily turn around and slurp his noodles. 
  • You get him souvenirs in form of strange cup noddle flavors or camping gear. 
  • Gets very sexually frustrated without you, but you’re too tired at the end of the day to do anything about it. 
  • Once you’re at the airport and you get your stuff off the baggage carousel, you’ll call Gladio to pick you up. 
  • “I got it, I got it, I’m already in the airport—” And you’ll complain about how he’s late, but then you get interrupted when he whistles. “Hold on a second, I’m looking at the hottest person I’ve ever seen right now—” 
  • “Gladiolus Amicitia, are you hitting on someone else—?!” 
  •  But then strong arms wrap around you and you smell that familiar mix of cologne and musk, and your heart just swells. 
  • He leans down to whisper in your ear about exactly how he’s going to show you that he missed you dearly. 
Taking Chances [part 10] *final*

[part 1]  [part 2]  [part 3]  [part 4]  [part 5]  [part 6]  [part 7]  [part 8]  [part 9]

Warning: none 🧀

Wordcount: 2944

*A/N: It’s been way too long! I’m sorry! This is the definitely the last part of the series. I was so torn, I didn’t quite know how to end it, too many options! I hope you like it!
 

Thank you @jaxonah for being my rock! thank you for going over ideas with me a million times. Your love and support means the world to me. This last part is entirely dedicated to you bby!!! ilysm  💕💕💕

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It had been two and a half months since the night Jungkook turned up at her apartment. Sometimes it felt nothing had changed; yet everything was different.

She looked at him, standing in the middle of her living room; his body was ridden with shakes, tears were running down his cheeks. She missed her friend. She missed how he made her feel happy when things were going terribly wrong in her life. She missed just hanging out with him, watching movies in comfortable silence. Tears had filled her eyes too, as she stood up, walked over to him and reached for his hand. It was cold; not from being outside at night but from fear. Fear that she would reject him again and send him away. She had never heard the amount of desperation in his voice before while he begged for her forgiveness. Her hand gently rested on his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. His skin was soft against hers, but that didn’t stop the tears escaping his eyes rapidly. The hand that was still holding his, tightened its grip. Her mind went back to the evening in the restaurant when Jimin had told her not to touch him and for a split second she wanted to pull away and to not hurt him even more than she already had, but she couldn’t. She needed to comfort him. Jungkook needed to know that she wasn’t going to punish him for coming here and asking for her to rethink her decision. His bottom lip was still trembling, his dark eyes were glossy with tears; if it weren’t for the bags under his eyes he’d look much younger, but she knew that what she had said to him broke his heart into a million pieces. There was no denying that they both had been through hell and back the past month. Slowly she pulled her hand away from his face. “Come.” She whispered; it was almost inaudible and walked with him to her bedroom, not letting go of his hand. They lied down on her bed, facing each other. There was no hidden agenda, she just wanted to make him feel safe and give him the comfort that he was so desperately looking for, so she wrapped her arms around him. He did the same, clinging onto her like his life depended on it. Incessant whispers of “I’m sorry” left his mouth over and over again, while she rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him down. They stayed in that position for what felt like forever, until they were both fast asleep, still holding each other.

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lets rewrite the entire recent stevenbomb

(Long post, cropped for space)

This recent bomb was pretty terrible imho so I’ve decided to re write it with the materials I was given. If i sat down with a cohesive crew i could come up with something even more solid, but I really do believe that what I came up with has better drama, pacing, and character development, it stays on message, and has lots to look forward to at the end that leaves the viewer excited for the promise of more

  • Lets have this be heavily Amethyst centric. Steven starts with those dreams, and at first the gems are reluctant to let Steven go figure out what he’s seeing. But the one who eventually says it would be a good idea is Amethyst. “If the rest of you won’t take him I will. Sounds kind of fun.”  

  • if you’re gonna have the pink palanquin be somewhere that needs to be traveled to, please use anyone else besides uncle racist. You have greg who could easily buy plane tickets. you have Lion. You have Lapis.

  • greg gets abducted still, just do it with the blue diamond we were promised not the one we were given. you expect me to to just accept that she looks like that now? shut up

  • have amethyst be terrified in the presence of Blue Diamond. Amethyst says “Stop.” and Blue diamond, instead of treating her like an actual threat, insults her. Calls her defective, and weak, and considers it an insult that Amethyst would even think it’s okay to speak to her. You can feel the immense power radiating off of her. Amethyst feels like she’s so weak that even if she tried to rescue greg she’d fail immediately. So she panics and stiffens up until it’s too late. It’s her first real exposure to the diamonds (a call on the diamond line doesn’t count) and she knows what she’s up against now and it’s really scary

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Car Mechanic AU
  • Shiro regularly gets oggled by all the neighbors
    • he pretends he has no idea he’s being watched but he knows and sometimes flexes when a particularly attractive person walks by
    • he’s always covered in oil
    • it’s beautiful
  • coran own the pet shop next door
    • all of the cats are cage free and its madness, cats are always getting into the auto yard next door
    • shiro loves cats
    • keith loves cats
    • so it’s a good arrangement
  • keith is like the Car Whisperer and can fix any hunk of junk
  • speaking of Hunk regularly walks in with his tiny beat up 1965 yellow volkswagon bug needing a fix
    • “hunk you were here yesterday” “yeah I know but she made this UUURGGHHHH sound and I think it needs to be checked out” “Hunk that’s just your engine starting up” “yeah but like maybe you should check it out i mean what if i’m driving down the road one day and BOOM it just explodes do you really want that on your conscience?” “i really want you off my property” “ooh Keith’s in a mood. Did lance come by?” “WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE—“
  • Pidge comes by after school and procrastinates doing her homework by tinkering with the cars in the lot
    • she and keith are fixing one up they plan on taking cross country on a trip once she graduates high school
  • Lance works at a competing auto shop on the other side of town
    • he often comes by the pick on keith during his off hours
    • he’s always wearing a white wife beater and flexing as pretty girls go by but none of them notice because SHIRO <3
    • lance always pouts then shakes it off and starts shit-talking keith while he works on cars
    • “i totally fixed up a 98 beemer yesterday, it was like totally salvaged but i completely fixed it up like new, the owner was so amazed she laid a huge wet one on me” “the only person to lay a wet one on you is your mother” “don’t bring anita into this she did nothing to you” “…how is she?” “she’s excellent she and hunk are making cookies to bring to you and shiro tomorrow” “the anise kind?” “yeah” “sweet”
    • lance always ends up making his way beside keith under the car, pointing out all the tings keith should be working on, leaving too little room on the mechanic creeper (thing mechanics use to slide under the car)
  • one day allura walks in with a brand spankin new bentley she managed to crash into three separate vehicles “um, ma’am, not to pry but how did you—?” “i’m an important woman, i own seven businesses and i can’t afford to miss a call and i mean where did the intersection even come from? like when did that get built?” “um, i think it’s been there…forever” “well i’ve never seen it before”
    • she’s really just a terrible fucking driver
  • when shiro gives her a good deal on the first fix she keeps coming back
    • “lady, what happened this time?” “if i told you the deer hit me would you believe me?” “i might if you hadn’t hit it ass-first” “he was going too slow”
    • she becomes a regular, hanging out in the lot
  • lance hangs onto her like glue for awhile and keith is Not Annoyed and Doesn’t Care
  • after some awkward and misplaced flirting and finding out Allura is 100 percent gay she and lance just become good friends
    • they team up and make fun of keith
    • keith Hates this (but kind of likes the attention)
    • it eventually takes an intervention guided by allura to get lance to figure out his Feelings for keith
    • “no i really hate his mullet” “yes but when you say ‘hate’ you really mean” “absolutely fucking hate it. seriously hate it. his face is so beautiful it just ruins the whole thing—wait what?” “oh my god we’re getting somewhere pidge make sure you’re recording this!” “way ahead of you sister”
  • One day keith is down below a particularly finicky rabbit (who even has one of these anymore) when lance drops down and rolls under the car with him
    • “hey” “hey” “wanna cookie?” “sure”
    • keith nearly chokes on a ring
  • they get married at the auto center
    • keith thought it’d be a great idea to have a cat from coran’s shop be the ring bearer
    • it’s a terrible fucking idea and hunk barely manages to find the cat before the ceremony begins
    • anita bakes the wedding cake
    • shiro still has oil on him
    • but it’s a fantastic fucking day
Tam Lin

Sakura rolled the bead shaped pebble under her toe back and forth, feeling but not seeing it. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused as she stared into the amber liquid of her drink. Half of it was gone but it felt like if she tipped it over the beer would flow forever. She was already light from it.

There was a shadow that passed over her and then the seat across from her creaked from the weight of the visitor. She lifted her eyes and blinked until the vision in front of her came into focus. What she saw made her grin out of the side of her mouth.

“Oh, I had heard the royal brothers of a far off land were visiting to court the sisters of whirlpool, but I didn’t think I would see one here in this little hole in the wall.”

Sakura blinked and looked up at the window to the outside. She could see the sign hanging but couldn’t remember what the words meant. Her vision was blurred and she had to blink again to see better.

“He’s been looking for you. Have you heard?” Itachi asked.

“Hmm?”

Sakura blinked and kept her eyes closed while she adjusted her posture in the seat. The places where her skin was stitched back together were all still sore. Not even a single one felt better and it had been days. She always healed slower during the New Moon nights.  

“It’s the whole reason we’re out here this far, since there was some business concerning children going missing near the moors. One of the wise women said it was fair folk business and that’s all he needed to hear.”

“Kelpie aren’t fair folk, technically speaking. They’re beasts… sentient beasts, but they just want to eat pretty tasty things.” Sakura’s eyes couldn’t focus and she felt the pebble crack under her toe when she sat up again. “But that’s beside the point, because the moors are plenty of miles west of here and there are a dozen different bars like this one you could have wandered into. What are you doing here?”

“Fifteen.”

She blinked. “What?”

“There are fifteen bars of this par and quality in the city. I’ve been to all of them.”

Sakura hummed. “I thought it was odd that all the princes were going out together to do this courting business like a big happy family, but I can guess better now. You’re the brains, aren’t you? Madara isn’t stupid but he’s sheltered, which is sometimes worse. He wouldn’t know how to find a person without his nose.”

Itachi reached out and grabbed a tankard off the tray that passed him by and when the table maid turned to tell him off he smiled and flashed her a silver coin she took with a blush and a stutter.

“He misses you terribly. Finding you again is all he seems interested in getting out of bed for. He’s turning out to not be what father hoped.”

Sakura raised a finger. “Let me stop you there and read your mind. Ah, the king blames me for that, does he. He says I bewitched or cursed his son and that it’s alllllll my fault. How’s that?”  

Itachi sipped at his drink without turning his nose up at it, but set it aside after only a mouthful. “You’re not far off but he has no one to blame for how things went. I don’t blame my brother. He’s had so little kindness in his life it is not hard to believe he’d want to covet what little he’s tasted.”

Sakura swallowed, glancing towards the bar door. It wasn’t busy inside and she could see clearly and easily all the way to the front and back exit. She reached inside her cloak where the shadows were heaviest and pulled out some berries still on the twig. She popped a few into her drink and then knocked the whole tankard back.

“What was that?” Itachi asked.

“Is Madara on his way here?” Sakura countered.

“Maybe. It depends on how fast Sasuke can get to him.”

Sakura hummed and pushed her tankard across the table. “Sorry, but I need to leave. I don’t dislike your brother, but this and that aren’t things worth speaking about. I’m not ready for someone to think so well of me, and I’m afraid of what sort of terrible things he would see if he stayed too long or too close.” She smiled playfully. “Tell him to move on.”

“You think it would be that bad?”  Itachi braced to stand but staggered, falling back into his seat. His eyes went wide. “What?”

“It’ll last only a few minutes but the more you fight it the longer it will last. Don’t fret, the effects aren’t long lasting at all.”

Itachi looked at the twig left bare on the table and then the pair of tankards. Sakura made a clucking note and he stared up at her.

“You put something in my drink,” he gasped.

“Nope, just mine, but it was an antidote to the toxin we were both exposed to when I crushed a hag berry under the table. I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to stop running.”  

Sakura turned towards the back door and stopped when the pain in her side made her gasp. She covered it with a chuckle and shook her head. Her eyes still swam fuzzy and she could smell her blood in places the shadows clung darkest. She turned and headed for the front entrance, staggering like the other drunks with a sloppy smile.

“Sakura, don’t do this. He’s not the sort of person that will give up.”

Something about the tone of his voice made her turn, hand on the doorframe, ready to leave. She looked back and smiled sadly, believing every word. “I know. I’m still sorry. There are many more miles I need to go before I am done.”

“Done with what? We can help you if you are in trouble with someone.”

Sakura laughed. “I doubt that. Tell your beautiful brother what you need to. Say I was with another man, or two or three, I’m a harlot that doesn’t love. Tell him I have money problems and I used him. Say what you need to, just don’t tell him to keep searching because that will only hurt him longer.”      

She pulled the cloak’s hood down and stumbled out of the bar and into the shadows between streets and buildings.

The morbid part of her that liked to press her bruises until the pressure made them sting stopped and dominated her in that instant. She turned and looked back, watching as a pair of brothers too pretty to be peasants raced down the street. Madara passed the Dancing Pig pub, but Sasuke had to yell at him to turn back and Madara cursed about having to scramble. When he turned Sakura saw his face.

It hurt worse than any bruise.

“This is what you wanted, idiot,” she said to herself, backing away and drawing her cloak closer. She hurt all over and only half of the pain was from the bleeding bits of flesh.  

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anonymous asked:

okay, but please consider: au where carlos is part of uma's gang instead of mal's. ben's proclamation goes out, and it could go two ways: one, carlos doesnt get invited at all, or two, carlos DOES get invited and hesitantly helps mal and the others get the one, if only to help uma and the rest of her crew get off the isle. (uma and harry dont want to let carlos go and try to mask their worry when he does, and barely succeed because they totally have a soft spot for their little runt.)

Bro, I can’t believe I never thought of this!

 - Harry and Uma being pretty damn protective of their pirate crew and giving death threats to Jay, Mal and Evie if anything happens to Carlos

 - Jay’s like ‘aww, you mean that cute freckled kid? He’s gonna be my roommate!’

 - Uma whipping out her sword like ‘it’s such a shame you think with your dick, maybe I can get ride of it for you?’

 - Carlos being completely silent and still in the limo. He’s terrified because he’s the odd one out in this group, even if Mal includes him in her plan for the wand, Evie is trying to be friendly and Jay is laying on the charm like crazy

 - but when they think the limo is going off the bridge, Jay, Evie and Mal cling to each other and Carlos huddles by himself in the corner and immediately regrets leaving his friends

 - he’s roommates with Jay, who is always (purposefully) walking around their dorm without a shirt on

 - Evie squeals that she has someone with them who understands fashion, she and Carlos bond over sewing and designing clothes

 - Mal terrifies him and relaxes him at the same time because she’s the daughter of Maleficent, trying to take over a country, but she’s also a lot like Uma and Carlos misses his pirates more than he wants to admit

- he’s a little more athletic, since pirates practice sword fighting and swimming, so Carlos isn’t terrible at tourney, but goes out for the swim team instead

 - confides to Dude how much he misses Uma, Harry and Gil. Evie overhears it one day and her heart just breaks. Yeah, she’s away from home and her mother too, but at least Evie got to come with people she knows and cares for. Carlos came by himself

 - Evie going super out of her way to include Carlos in everything, so he starts spending time with the three, even outside of their plan to steal the wand

 - the three of them are like “crap, this guy is really smart and good with mechanics and plans, we should’ve claimed him for our group, let’s get him to join us”

 - Carlos talking about Harry, Gil and Uma with stars in his eyes, going on and on about how Harry protects everyone and Gil always makes sure the pirates have enough to eat and Uma is so intelligent and Mal, Jay and Evie realizing there’s another side to the group they’ve hated and fought with for so long

 - super doesn’t care about being evil, just about getting his pirate family to a better life and maybe slowly starting to care about Mal, Jay and Evie, so when they all choose good, Carlos grabs Ben right after coronation and is like “I have like a dozen people who need to be brought over NOW”

 - to his surprise, Jay, Evie and Mal vouch for the pirates too because any friends of Carlos’ must be okay

 - Carlos demanding that Mal’s crew and Uma’s crew get along, trying to play peace keeper

 - Uma thinking “okay, I trust Carlos and if he trusts them, I guess we can try to be friends.”

 - Mal’s crew and the pirates being a makeshift little family that originally starts as fighting over Carlos, but grows to Harry and Evie talking about make up and Jay fencing with Uma and Gil following Mal, completely awe-struck at her magic

 - all of them being friends

 - happily ever after

 - Jay and Harry fighting over Carlos and taking turns being his boyfriend until they just all become boyfriends

Falling In Love - Derek Hale x Reader

As always, thanks to @julieanncupcake

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

If anyone ever asked him, Derek would swear it was an accident. He never meant to fall in love with his best friend, it just happened. She’d endeared herself to him in a way nobody else had ever quite managed to. Things just kept happening and he couldn’t find it within himself to stop them.

“Please, Derek” He set his face in a firm scowl, shaking his head as he sank further into the sofa. She inched closer, her nose practically pressed against his. Derek ignored the way his breath hitched.

“Don’t make me socialise” (Y/n) snickered, her warm breath washing over his face.

“It’ll just be you and me” That’s what he was afraid of, he didn’t know if he would be able to control himself if they were alone. She pouted, starring Derek down, knowing that eventually, he would break. After an embarrassingly short amount of time he relented.

“Fine” (Y/n) squealed in delight, throwing her arms around his neck. His heart went wild as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

She practically skipped as they made their way to his car, swooning internally when he opened the door for her. The journey was passed with (y/n) singing along terribly to the radio as Derek tried to ignore how adorable it was. Her excitement grew as they started to spot signs guiding them towards the aquarium she’d been begging him to go to.

As they walked up to the ticket booth, Derek pulled out his wallet, pushing (y/n)’s hand away when she tried to give the cashier money.

“Derek!” He offered her a small smile, nudging her to the side as he slotted his card into the machine.

“My treat” She huffed out a sigh but relented, missing the amused smile on the cashier’s face as he watched the two of them.

“You said that last time, it makes me feel so guilty” Derek collected the tickets before leading her to the first exhibit.

“I just like doing things like this for you” She turned towards him, the softness of her eyes making his heart flutter. Pushing onto the balls of her feet, she wrapped her arms around him, muttering a ‘thank you’ as she nuzzled into his chest. Once they’d separated, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the first tank. They admired the multi coloured fish that swam in front of them, their eyes trying to take everything in. (Y/n) didn’t seem to notice that they were still holding hands or the effect it was having on Derek. He was trying to focus on the fish-he really was-but it was hard to when all he could think about was the warmth of her hand against his.

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling when her excitement took over and she pulled him from tank to tank to watch the different fish. She shrank into his side when they reached the shark exhibit, he felt bad, knowing that she was scared, but he enjoyed the way she turned to him for comfort. They continued like that for the rest of the way through the aquarium, amazed by some creatures and terrified of others. (Y/n) stopped when they walked into the last room. Derek was about to ask her what was wrong when he saw what she was looking at. The lights were dimmed, making the water seem to glow as the jellyfish swam through it.

“It’s beautiful” Her voice was soft as she was mesmerised by the slow movements of the jellyfish. Derek absentmindedly nodded his head, but the truth was he wasn’t looking at the tank. His eyes couldn’t move away from her. She was beautiful and he didn’t know how he’d never realised that before. He blushed when she caught him staring, but she only smiled softly as she pulled him closer to the tank.

As the room got more crowded, (y/n) moved to stand in front of him so other people could see. She leant into him, resting her back against his chest. Derek found his arms wrapping around her front to keep her close to him, his chin resting on top of her head. His ability to breathe normally vanished as he was overwhelmed by her scent and the way she felt pressed against him. He felt cold when they finally separated and made their way out of the aquarium.

They chatted quietly on the way back to the loft, but Derek couldn’t focus. He was so confused and he had no idea what was happening. (Y/n) was his best friend but lately he been feeling things that you definitely don’t feel towards your friend. Like the urge to kiss her, or grab her hand when they walked somewhere.

Derek cooked for them when they got home, blushing when (y/n) continuously complimented him about how good everything tasted. She didn’t want to go home after that and Derek definitely didn’t want her to leave, so they passed the rest of the evening catching up on their favourite shows. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders as her legs rested in her lap. If someone walked in no one could fault them for thinking they were a couple. He pulled her closer when she shivered, shifting them slightly so he could reach for the blanket. Leaning across her, he didn’t realise how close they were until he felt her breath wash across his neck. When he pulled back, her eyes were focused on his lips, her own drawn between her teeth.

Derek’s eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes as he found himself leaning closer. Her breath hitch when their lips grazed, her hands itching to pull him nearer. Shutting his eyes, he pressed against her more firmly, spurred on by the sigh that escaped her lips. His fingers ran through her hair before his hand moved to rest against her cheek. He drew her further onto his lap, wanting her as close as possible.

Derek’s lips followed hers when she pulled away, a giggle leaving her mouth as she traced his jaw lightly. He melted into her touch, a soft rumble vibrating his chest when she nuzzled their noses together. They eyes shyly met, a bashful smile pulling at her lips.

“That was…wow” If Derek wasn’t so mesmerised by her, he would have allowed himself to smirk at that but instead he reconnected their lips. They were both breathless by the time they pulled away, their foreheads coming to rest together. His eyes fluttered shut as she ran her finger tips over his lips, laughing when he pressed a kiss to them. Derek wasn’t brave enough to open his eyes, not knowing where this was leading or whether kissing her had been the right thing to do. He wanted to do things the right way but he quickly realised he had no idea what that meant.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he was taken away by the adoration shining through hers as she smiled at him. Derek cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin. He opened and closed his mouth, searching for the right words. She patiently sat back in his lap, laughing softly as he let out a frustrated groan.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, I’ll wait” Suddenly everything fell into place, she understood him and knew that sometimes he needed time to think through his feelings. He gazed up at her in awe before opening his mouth again.

“I love you” His confession was quiet and shy, his fear causing his heart to beat frantically. Her eyes went almost comically wide but Derek was soothed by the grin that pulled at her cheeks. She reached for his hand, entwining their fingers.

“I love you too” (Y/n) squeezed his hand as he stared at her, completely dumbfounded.

“What?” A laugh escaped her lips as she leant closer.

“I love you” His heart started to go wild as he drew her closer. She littered kisses across his face, the phrase continuously mumbled against his skin. When she finally reached his lips, Derek realised that nothing had ever felt quite as right as kissing (y/n) and knowing that they were in love.

Longing Touches - Yuta Smut Scenario

Hello! I did another Yuta smut, enjoy ✨.

Genre: smut
Word count: 1k

Yuta handed Y/N a box wrapped in ribbons. She opened the medium sized black box to reveal a flesh colored vibrating dildo. She looked at Yuta with shock.

“Use this, I wanna see you masturbating in front of me.” Yuta commanded.

“What?”

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Runaways • Obi-Wan Kenobi

Hey guys !! So this wasn’t requested but I know you guys have been waiting for something new and so I thought you’d enjoy this. I’ve not seen an imagine like this so I thought I’d write one. Love you guys, thank you for being so patient !! 💖

Summary: You and Obi-Wan are both Jedi in a secret relationship and things have been going smoothly until you find that you’re pregnant. In an attempt to spare Obi-Wan from having to leave the Order, you run away. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to follow you.

..

The news that the medic droid had given you should have made you jump for joy. You should have rushed home to your secret lover and celebrated as soon as you found out. However, the news sent a feeling of fear and panic through you. As a Jedi Knight, attachments were forbidden. Yet, here you were, pregnant with Obi-Wan Kenobi’s baby.

At first, you planned to tell him. You really did. You went over a thousand scenarios in your head, trying to find the least painful way of telling him. You knew he would leave you. Obi-Wan loved being a Jedi. It would be cruel to take that from him. You began to blame yourself for everything.

You were going to be discharged from the Order, anyway. You had to remind yourself as you packed up the last of your things. You were going to be forced to leave as soon as you started showing. It would all be less painful for Obi-Wan in the long run. He wouldn’t have his Jedi status taken from him and he would not have to care for a baby that he wouldn’t love. It would only hold him back, and you couldn’t do that to him.

You loved him, and so you had to leave him.

You covered your mouth as another sob racked your body. You were going to miss everything. Your friends, your old Master, the Temple. Most of all, you were going to miss Obi-Wan dearly.

You snuck away from the Temple, taking one last glance back at your old life that you were going to leave behind. And with that, you were off to your new life with you and your future child..

-

// eight months later


Alderaan was a lovely planet. You’d come to Alderaan because Padmé and Bail, the only two who knew of your circumstances, had insisted that you and your baby would thrive there.

In the eight months that you had been gone, you’d missed Obi-Wan terribly. Padmé would visit you often and tell you of the goings on that you couldn’t find on the Holo News.

She would tell you about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s ridiculous missions and their bickering. She would tell you how Chancellor Palpatine asked about you often. She would tell you how Master Yoda would personally seek her out and wish you well, since he always knew when she was lying.

She even told you how Obi-Wan was doing, which wasn’t as well as you’d hoped. When he found that you were gone, he was devastated. Despite Obi-Wan’s tight reign on his emotions, he had confided in Padmé. He knew that she knew where you were, but Padmé promised you she would not tell.

After that, Obi-Wan became very quiet. Anakin would try to joke with him and cheer him up, but Obi didn’t respond to any of it. He was irritable, when he spoke. Though, most of the time he didn’t.

You hated what you’d done to him, but you knew going back to him would ruin everything. After a while of Padmé telling you things, you finally asked her to stop. You couldn’t bear to hear another thing about Obi-Wan.

And it worked. For a while, the aching in your chest dulled. You focused solely on your pregnancy and your new job as Bail’s secretary. Then, one day, Padmé sent you a transmission that caused a cold panic to settle in your stomach.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry. I’m afraid that Obi-Wan is on his way to your apartment. I told Anakin your address because he wanted to send you something for the baby. However, he told Obi-Wan. I’m sorry, I know this is all my fault and I thought I’d warn you before he arrived so you could be prepared. I’m sorry” the message played and Padmé’s hologram disappeared. You gaped at your protocol droid for a good few minutes before you leapt into action.

You rushed to your room as fast as you could with your enlarged belly and struggled to pack things in your suitcase. C7S7 followed you, offering his hand to help you.

You leaned over your bed to catch your breath. Being pregnant was very different from your usual Jedi life. You’d learned that the first few months of being pregnant.

Just as you were about to continue packing your things, a familiar and stern voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Don’t you dare,” Obi-Wan spoke lowly. He’d never spoken to you like that, and it sent a chill to crawl up your spine. You stiffened, but didn’t turn around to face him. You knew it would all be over when he saw your enlarged stomach.

“Why?” he asked after a few moments of silence. “This is where you ran off to for eight insufferable months? For what?” you could tell he was agitated, and you didn’t blame him.

“Obi-Wan, you need to go” you attempted softly. You stayed with your back to him as fresh tears welled up in your eyes.

He scoffed. “What did I do wrong? Why couldn’t you talk to me about it? I-I don’t understand” he exclaimed.

“Just go” you replied sternly, hoping he would comply since your tone had changed. He didn’t even move.

“You know, what you’ve done is terribly selfish” at this, your fists clenched, but you remained silent. “How do you think this little disappearing act made me feel? You didn’t even talk to me, or bother to say goodbye” you bit your lip and closed your eyes as tears trickled down your cheeks.

“It’s not..it’s not like that” you tried to tell him, but his mood took a turn for the worse.

“I know I couldn’t give you what you truly wanted, I know,” he began, his voice holding exhaustion. “I couldn’t give you a family, or take you out and show you off, or even spend a lot of time with you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough. But damn it, (y/n), you could have told me! I would have run away with you if that’s what you wanted!” his words held sincerity and there was no doubt that his eyes held the same.

If you’d have just told him, he would have run away with you. The thought made you hate yourself. You began crying, shrinking away from your past lover.

You heard his footsteps, and you couldn’t hide from him any longer. You turned around, calling out to him.

Obi-Wan’s retreating figure stopped. You could feel the hope blossoming inside of him.

He turned around, and immediately his eyes fell to your swollen belly. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he stared at you.

“I’m pregnant, and she’s yours” you breathed out. “I couldn’t make you leave the Order because of this. I knew it was over for me, the Council would banish me eventually. But you, you had a chance to remain in the Order and continue what you love. I couldn’t take that from you, so I left. I’m sorry, Obi-Wan, I love you…but I had to leave”

The room was silent for a long while. You could tell Obi was thinking about everything you said. You swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze.

Finally, he said something. “(Y/n), how could you think I’d rather remain in the Order and lose you and our child than leave the Order and be with you?” he asked incredulously.

“I just thought-” before you could finish your statement, Obi-Wan grabbed both of your hands in his and rested his forehead against yours.

“Let’s run away” he sighed. You nearly gasped and took your hands from his. You backed up slightly and now it was your turn to stare at him wide eyed and mouth agape.

“No, Obi, you love the Order. I couldn’t take you away from that” you told him.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be the only one making sacrifices because of the baby. I want to be with you and our daughter. If I have to leave the Order to be with you, I’ll do it. I love you more than anything. If you think I wouldn’t follow you anywhere, you’re wrong. I will leave everything behind for you” Obi told you. He grabbed your hands again, pressing kisses to the backs of them lightly.

“Obi, I’m so sorry I left” you whimpered. You threw your arms around him and embraced him tightly. Force, you missed him. Being in his arms was a euphoric feeling.

“I’ll inform the Council of my departure. I love you, never forget that” he murmured. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His lips were just as soft as you remembered, and you hummed contently into the kiss.

He was so excited for the arrival of (y/d/n). You’d both purchased an apartment on Naboo, thanks to Padmé’s insistence, and things were great.

When you had (y/d/n), Obi-Wan was the most supportive he’d ever been. He took care of you and the baby without complaint. You were so happy that you had agreed to run away from the Order with him. He was going to be an outstanding father, you knew it.

And maybe, just maybe, the two of you would finally find the peace that you’d been seeking all those years as a Jedi….

I was thinking last night about how fucked up those first few days after dirk being taken had to have been for both todd and farah.

bc not only does todd now have pararibulitis, a terrifying disease he spent the first half of his life pretending to have that the fear of now actually having exhausts him to tears some days, but amanda is missing (frantic screaming) and dirk is missing (even more frantic screaming)

but now farah and todd are ON THE RUN from literally every government agency + every local police department ever in america probably, and so they have to throw shit together and leave for somewhere but they have to make sure todd has enough medicine and that they both have money and gas and a car to get wherever they’re going

and todd’s just in a weird place where he doesn’t say much bc he’s scared and sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days and other times he sleeps like the dead and sometimes he just sits in the passengers seat with his head against the window staring mutely as they pass by barren landscapes and houses and farms and people

and farah’s everything is just twelve times more terrible, her chest feels tight most days and she catches herself checking and double and triple and quadruple checking the door at night to make sure it’s locked even though she knows it is, and some mornings she has to go into the bathroom of wherever they’re staying or at a rest stop and just cry before she can breathe again, and some days she can’t believe she ever agreed to this shit but she knows she can’t just leave todd behind, not when he’s barely a person himself right now.

and so they drive and drive and stay at seedy motels and family bed and breakfasts along the way. todd doesn’t try to hit on farah anymore in that awkward but also sort of nice way that he used to and more often than not farah’s the one waking him from those god awful nightmares he has sometimes, and shaking pills into his mouth as he convulses from a terror only he can see and making sure he doesn’t harm himself anymore than he already has.

and sometimes todd falls asleep and doesn’t have any nightmares, and when he wakes in the morning, for that brief period of time in between being asleep and being awake, it feels like everything is ok again, everything is normal, and amanda is fine and they aren’t fighting, dirk is burning pancakes on the stove the sun is shining they have another case to work the shark kitten is purring peacefully next to todd in bed –

and then he wakes up fully and realizes how wrong he is, that the bed he’s in isn’t his and the sun is weak through the gritty windows, the burning smell is just how the hotel smells at all hours of the day alarmingly, and there’s no shark kitten next to him waiting to sink her claws into his back when he doesn’t pet her quickly enough.

dirk is missing, amanda is gone, he and farah are criminals, and as awful and terrible and exhausting as it is, todd knows that he deserves every bit of the life that he has now and he isn’t going to complain because it’s cosmic punishment, he’s sure if it. and if enduring it is what it takes for the universe to bring back the two people he loves in his life then he’ll do it, even if it takes forever.

Imagine hitting it off with Chris.

A/N: This is a request by @bywonater, enjoy 😊 

You sat at a corner booth in a dingy little dive bar, texting your best friend while the rest of your band got wasted. As the lead vocalist and bassist of the world renowned band: ‘Back to Basics’, you looked out of place in the environment you were currently in. You didn’t particularly enjoy dive bars, but it was a place you were used to. After touring the world with Ed Sheeran as his opening act, you and your band inhibited his habit of partying it up at a dive bar after a good gig. You had a particularly good gig tonight, performing at the after party hosted by Marvel Studios to celebrate their world premiere of the highly anticipated movie: ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. You were a huge Marvel fan and you saw a lot of familiar faces, but unfortunately had little time to interact. You managed to exchange a few words with Robert Downey Jr. who was kind enough to bring you and your band a round during an interval. You also ran into Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie on your way to the bathroom, screaming on the inside when you found out they were as crazy about you as you were about them. Sadly the one person you wanted to see was the one person you didn’t, and that was Captain America himself.

Chris was pretty disappointed when he realized he’d lost his opportunity to meet you too. He was a big fan of your music, and he couldn’t help but notice how easy on the eyes you were. When he heard you were the entertainment for the after party, he was so excited. He tried to catch your attention a few times by standing front and center, but you were too focused on your performance to spot him. He then tried to catch you during the interval, when you were getting drinks and circling the room. He literally missed you each time by a few seconds. The amount of times he heard his cast mates say “you actually just missed her;“ he kicked himself for his terrible timing. At midnight, the party came to a close. Your band packed up and left for the dive bar, leaving both you and Chris to wonder how on earth the two of you didn’t get to meet at such a small event.

You thought that was it, and honestly Chris did too until he found out an invitation had been given to the whole cast- specifically to him, Jeremy, and Anthony- to come continue partying at the dive bar your band was going to be at. You found out later that it was Max, your drummer who had issued the invite. He said he wanted to see if the Marvel cast- specifically Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, and Anthony Mackie- lived up to the hype of being hardcore partiers. You and Chris were both incredibly grateful towards Max when you heard because that meant the two of you could finally meet in person.

A small group of the Marvel cast flooded into the dive bar, not that you noticed them with your head buried in your text conversation. Chris scanned the bar the second he entered, spotting you in the corner booth alone rather than with your band. Anthony, Sebastian, Jeremy, and Chris (Hemsworth) joined the rest of your band at the bar, while he slipped off to get that alone time with you before the rest crashed the table.

“Hey!” Chris called over the music and you looked up from your phone. You smiled upon meeting his piercing blue gaze, earning a warm smile in return. “Do you mind if I join you?” He asked and you shook your head, allowing him to slide into the seat across the table from you. “Tell me the truth, have you been playing hard to get?”

“You got me,” you nodded, laughing. He smiled, thoroughly enjoying how lovely your laughter was. “I had to see if Captain America is as capable as the movies make him out to be.” You teased and he laughed, placing a hand on his left breast; a signature Chris Evans move. “As always, you could use some work on your timing.”

“Be fair, at least I didn’t make you wait seventy years.”

“True,” you laughed, “you didn’t make me wait seventy years, so I guess we can consider it a win.”

“Oh, I’m definitely considering it a win,” he grinned, making you laugh again. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you,” he admitted, chuckling. “I am such a huge fan that I have to channel Captain America to prevent Chris Evans from hyperventilating.”

“And how do you recommend I stop from hyperventilating?” You joked. “I’m a fan of both Captain America and Chris Evans, and I’ve only got one persona to channel.” His laughter was so contagious that you couldn’t help but laugh along even though you were trying to play it cool.

The guy was the whole package, you didn’t understand how he was still single. He was good looking, almost intimidatingly so. But he was also kind, gentle, and sweet which made him easy to talk to. And if that wasn’t enough, Chris Evans was charismatic and charming; he could’ve warmed even the coldest of hearts. Out of all the celebrities you’ve met since becoming a celebrity yourself, the encounter you were currently having with Chris was easily in the top five. Ellen DeGeneres, Robert Downey Jr., Ed Sheeran, and Taylor Swift being the other four.

“It is really good to meet you. Like- really, really good.” Chris held out his hand and you eyed it, trying not to smile at how untimely the handshake was. Normal handshakes occurred at the beginning of the conversation, not halfway through. He knew that, and was hoping you couldn’t tell it was just an excuse to hold your hand. But you could and you didn’t mind. You lowered your phone on the table and firmly grasped his hand; a slow, tension high handshake began. “You’re judging the quality of my handshake, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“And how am I doing?”

“You’ve got a nice firm grip,” you nodded.

“And you’ve got really soft hands,” he seemed slightly amazed by that fact. He broke the handshake then took both your hands in his to further examine the softness of your hands. You shifted in your seat, ignoring the tingles in your stomach that came with his touch. “Wow, that is- they’re like baby hands.” You laughed and Chris blushed when he realized how weird he was being. “Okay,” he drew back, lightly drumming the tabletop with his fists. “That was weird.”

“That was also cute,” you disagreed. “You’re very cute.”

“I disagree,” he shook his head and you furrowed your brows with a curious smile. “My dog, Dodger. Now he’s cute. I’m not sure if you’re aware of him,” he began as he reached for his phone. Before he could show you a photo of Dodger on his, you showed him a photo of Dodger on yours. “It’d be much more flattering if you didn’t crop me out, but okay.” He chuckled and you bit back your smile; he didn’t need to know you had photos of just him on your phone too.

“I’m sorry Dodger is much more appealing to me.”

“Who would’ve thought I’d ever be jealous of Dodger.”

“You’re an idiot,” you leaned back against the seat, laughing.

“I’ve been told that before. But I’ve also been told I’m very hot,” he resumed his flirtatious attitude with a smirk. You tried not to smile as you rolled your eyes; he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and his chin on his knuckles. “Would you care to chime in on that? Y’know, just to repair the ego you so cruelly destroyed with the ‘Dodger is much more appealing to me’ comment?”

“You’re hot as hell, Chris Evans.”

“Why, thank you. That is so unexpected,” he commented with a great deal of sarcasm and you laughed. “It’s also such a huge compliment coming from a girl as beautiful as yourself.” His genuineness turned your cheeks a deep red and you lowered your gaze. “Seeing as I’m hot as hell,” he smirked and you looked up, chuckling; somehow you knew what was coming. “Would I get a ‘yes’ if I asked you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“Hm…” You pretended to contemplate, bringing Chris to the edge of his seat. You smiled, answering his question before you actually spoke. Another belly aching laugh came from him when you said, “only if you promise to let me meet Dodger after.”

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anonymous asked:

I feel like Cas was kinda nervous when he said "your mother" in 12.01. I could be mistaken. Thoughts?

Who, Cas? 

Having just koala hugged Dean, literally shouted then grunted his name in relief as he folded him into his arms? After having just been reunited with the Human he cares about most in the universe? Who he thought was dead? Who was all he could think about as God lay dying? Who he thought he’d never see again? Who is so far in the closet that he is shivering in Narnia? Who he knows has been severely damaged by the death of his mother and how this is the catalyst for all the terrible things that happened in his life? How he has his mother on a pedestal? How he probably wouldn’t want her to see him being so close with Cas ever, but especially on first meeting?

When Mary is looking at him like she’s judging him and calculating WTF is going on with him and Dean? Who Cas literally gives no shits about because DEAN IS RIGHT THERE AND HE THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD FOR GOOD and Sam is missing and his last promise to Dean was that he would look after Sam and how dare this woman be just THERE and asking annoying questions?

Originally posted by bubblemish

And then it turns out this is MARY? The person Dean has up on a pedestal higher than the moon?! 

Yeah, no. Cas is fine.

Oh, anyway, even if its awkward, he’s amazing at small talk, he’ll be fine with his mother in law, his people skills are excellent…

Originally posted by constiellation

Ehh… except she is properly awkward with him here… I love it. Wouldn’t you be? You’re from the 70s, you died, you’re kid is 4 years old, you awaken, he’s 38 and apparently married to a male Angel who is really very strange though he seems sweet… hell yes it’s jarring!

It’s ok though… they ended up bonding over Cas doing as Mary requested more than once, to find Sam, proving himself to her.

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

And then over how Dean can be just so cute but stubborn, bless…

Originally posted by angvlicmish

Then they carried on as mother and son in law all season :)

From Here On Out // Chapter Five

FIVE // THE ONE WITH THE HEART TO HEART

I like this chapter. It was fun, it’s more the Meredith and Harry from a time before and it was nice for me to write, and I *actually* had time to write for once which also made this quite a pleasant one to do.

Big thanks again to The Drama Ducks @harrysmeadow and @islareeveswriting for being with me every step of the way and pointing out my LOL mistakes, like when Meredith shits her light off…or does she? You’d all have some really terrible typos if it wasn’t for these two.

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it and please let me know what you think! I’m posting a little earlier than I usually do because I’m going out but it just means you get it earlier. Byeeeeee x

Word Count // 4.7K

Listen To // Dirty Laundry by All Time Low

Story Page

“Meri? You up?” Harry called out into the empty space of Meredith’s flat as he shut the front door behind him and saw that the door to her bedroom, which had been firmly slammed shut in his face last night and remained shut this morning, was now open wide and the sunlight emitting from the room meant she was definitely up and about. She’d still been asleep when Harry had woken up on the sofa which had felt awful on his back after his long flight back from LA, but to say he’d even slept properly would have been reaching; he’d slept for about an hour before spending the rest of the time in the dark thinking about how he was going to fix things with her after their fight.

Before going out for some fresh air and to get a couple of things, he’d peeked his head around the door to find her lying spark out on her bed with her arms wrapped around one of the four pillows, holding it as though she was cuddling somebody, and one of her legs lying outside the duvet, before he’d closed it again and rested his head against the wood with a quiet sigh. It had been early and he hadn’t heard her shut off her light until gone two in the morning so he let her sleep it away; she’d clearly been stressed out the night before, and he suspected it was more than just to do with a silly article in a newspaper, and any time spent arguing wasn’t good for them.

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Watch / E.D


Word Count: 1,229

Warnings: cussing

A/N: I know this is bad but i haven’t wrote in a long ass time so I hope y’all enjoy! Also, this song was based off of Watch by Billie Eilish

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Lips meet teeth and tongue

My heart skips eight beats at once

If we were meant to be, we would have been by now

See what you wanna see, but all I see is him right now

”You know he cheated on you. You have to get over him.”

You breathed out, running your fingers through your hair, the memory of your ex boyfriend, Ethan Dolan, on top of another girl haunted you how ghosts haunted shaggy and scooby daily.

“I just, I just miss him.” You whispered, the cup of coffee in your hand becoming more interesting.

“I know you do.” She whispered, placing her hand on top of yours, “But what he did was terrible. However,” she chipped in, “there is a party tonight. How about you go and find a new guy!”

“I don’t think I can.”

Your friend pulled her hand back, letting a sigh escape her lips as her arms folded in front of her. She did not understand what went through your mind daily. Every little thing reminded you of Ethan and nothing could stop that. Little things made you feel that you two could possibly happen, but, if you two were meant to be then you would have been together by now.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

I’ll sit and watch your car burn

With the fire that you started in me

But you never came back to ask it out

Go ahead and watch my heart burn

With the fire that you started in me

But I’ll never let you back to put it out

The party was booming, the sound of screams, laughs, and music echoed throughout the house. You smoothed down your wine colored burgundy dress and glanced around.

“What’re you doing? Let’s loosen up!” Your friend yelled over the music, grabbing your hand.

You grumbled underneath your breath, sighing as she placed a red solo cup in your hand. You took small sips and leaned against the counter, your eyes immediately falling on his curls. Your hands began trembling, your heart racing as if it was in its own race itself, and he did not know that you were there.

“I-Um-I have to go to the bathroom.” You chocked out, sitting your cup on the counter.

You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the bathroom. You jerked open the door, immediately grimacing as a couple was making out in the bathroom.

“Move or i’ll throw up on you guys.”

They pushed past you and scoffed but before you could close the door a large hand wrapped around your arm.

“Get off me!”

You turned around and came face to face with the one boy you didnt want to contact with; Ethan Dolan.

“Can we talk?” He whispered.

“I don’t know, Ethan.”

You looked down at the ground, your feet becoming more interesting. You watched as his hand slid into yours, your feet following behind him but your mind wanted different.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You cried out trying to pry Ethan’s fingers away from your arm.

“What is your problem, (y/n)?! We’re just talking!”

You jumped back in shock, glancing around as everyone’s eyes were on you two. Tears were threatening to fall but somehow you managed to keep them in. Ethan let out a sigh, pulling you up the stairs anyways.

Your love feels so fake

And my demands aren’t high to make

If I could get to sleep, I would have slept by now

Your lies will never keep, I think you need to blow ‘em out

Ethan shut the door behind you, making sure to lock the door.

“You know I never meant to hurt you, right?”

You looked up from the floor, your eyes brimming once again with tears but the only thing running through your body was hatred.

“You didn’t mean to? Ethan, I walked in with you on top of someone! How the hell am I suppose to take that?!” You shook your head and wiped the tears before they ruined your makeup.

“She came onto me first! I swear!”

“But she was still in your room, Ethan!! I don’t know why you decided to break up with me, it’s like I became ugly to you or some shit but hell, it fucking hurt and it’s hurting even more now that you’re sitting here trying to lie and cover your ass up!”

Ethan’s jaw clenched and so did your fist. You could swing at any time and you knew he was fixing to snap because he did not like being told off.

“I’m not lying, (y/n)! Why don’t you understand that I still love you?!”

“Just stop…” you whispered.

Ethan’s eyes caught yours, his mouth slowly dropping, and your heart beating faster than it ever was before.

“You ruined me, Ethan.” You whispered, playing with your nails which distracted you from his stare. “Every time I go out, something reminds me of you and every time I go to our favorite store for some damn reason our favorite song plays but you’re not mine anymore.”

Ethan walked over, placing his hand underneath your chin, bringing your head up.

“(Y/n), please look at me.”

Your eyes connected with him, your heart immediately breaking as your saw tears forming in his soft brown irises. You slowly pushed his hand away, his breath shaking.

“Please stop. I know you don’t love me..”

When you call my name

Do you think I’ll come runnin’?

You never did the same

So good at givin’ me nothin’

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?

Now you know

Now I’m free

“(Y/n), please stop!! I fucking love you, do not walk out!”

Your eyes connected with him, your heart immediately breaking as your saw tears forming in his soft brown irises. You slowly pushed his hand away, his breath shaking.

“Please stop. I know you don’t love me..”

When you call my name

Do you think I’ll come runnin’?

You never did the same

So good at givin’ me nothin’

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?

Now you know

Now I’m free

“(Y/n), please stop!! I fucking love you, do not walk out!”

You sighed, turned around and running your fingers through your hair once again.

“Ethan, I’m not running back to you for the fear of me walking in and finding you cheating once again. I can’t bear another heartbreak and I sure as hell do not want another one from you.”

Ethan walked over to you, pushing your body up against the wall with his, his hands immediately finding their way to your waist.

“Ethan please…” You whispered

“Please let me do this.” He licked his bottom lip.

He leaned in, pressing his soft lips against yours. Fireworks shot off but they did not feel the same as they one did. You broke the kiss, a sob escaping your mouth.

“Fuck…” Ethan whispered, his thumb and first finger finding their way to his forehead.

You covered your mouth and continued to sob as he sat there pacing back and forth.

“I-I was hoping that there was still something there because I fucking miss you. You were my fucking sunshine and without you i’ve been a complete mess. You make me the happiest guy alive and I want you back, (y/n). Will you please be my girlfriend again?”

You looked up and shook your head.

“I can’t.”

You turned around and unlocked the door, pressing your forehead against the door as you heard Ethan break out into a sob.

“I’m so sorry, Ethan.”

You raced out the bedroom and jogged to your car. You looked back and broke out into another sob, realizing that was the last time you’d see Ethan.

Hurt (Remus L. x Reader) [PART 1]

Request: honestly vaguest request ever so sorry but remus luin angst plssss -anon

Warning(s): angst???

Despite their one year of dating, Remus has never even mentioned his condition to [Y/N]. She’s clueless and even the other Marauders are sworn to secrecy. He knows it’s always bothered her that he doesn’t tell her where he goes every full moon and he can’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over him every time her face falls after he tells her he has to go. The guilt only grows when [Y/N] plasters on a fake smile and tells him to be safe, watching him run off with the other Marauders. Remus knows that hurts her too. The fact that all of their friends know. Yet she doesn’t. Today is the day he decides that he can’t do it to her anymore. He has to end it.

“[Y/N]?” he calls, descending the stairs into the common room. There was chattering voices and many faces around the room, but none of them are who he’s looking for. Yesterday was the first full moon of the month and it absolutely broke his heart when, instead of telling him to be safe, [Y/N] said “I don’t know what’s going on and it’s okay that I don’t, but just know that I worry about you and please come see me when you get back because I kinda hate being ignored for days after you leave.” Which is why he couldn’t keep hurting her anymore. “Remus?” He’s snapped out of his thoughts as [Y/N] walks into the common room, a soft smile on her face. Remus stares at her as she walks toward him. He loves everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile. He’s going to miss it terribly. “How… Uh… How are you?” she says unsurely. Remus feels his heart sink. “I’m fine. Would you mind coming with me for a bit?” Her smile grows and another pang of guilt hits him because he realizes he’s just given her hope. “Of course.”

Remus takes her to the edge of the Black Lake and he can tell [Y/N] is becoming suspicious. The walk was silent and Remus didn’t try to hold her hand like he normally did. He saw her smile fall when he lightly yanked it away from hers. He stands there, looking down and trying to think of what he’s going to say. “Remus, are you okay?” [Y/N] asks quietly, making Remus lift his head and take a deep breath. “I’ve never been one to be straightforward, but I feel there’s no real reason to beat around the bush, so to speak.” [Y/N]’s hands find a place in her pockets as she patiently waits and that alone makes his heart race in fear. Here he is, making her wait for the worst news of both of their lives.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

[Y/N]’s mouth parts and it’s like time freezes because Remus can’t bring himself to say anything else. Instead, he simply stands there, staring at her with fear filled eyes. “W… Why?” she whispers. He takes notice of the tears brimming her eyes and he can’t bear to look at her any longer so he sets his gaze on the trees as if James was going to pop out in stag form to save him. “I just… I don’t… love you like I used to.” It was easier to tell her that than the truth about what he is. He swears he can hear her heart shatter in her chest. Or maybe it’s his own. “W-What did I do?” [Y/N] squeaks out. Remus decides to look at her again, knowing she doesn’t deserve to be ignored. “No! You didn’t-” He stops and takes a breath, feeling himself becoming frantic. “You didn’t do anything.”

[Y/N] scans him up and down with her eyes. “What’s the real reason you’re breaking up with me?” she inquires, tears running freely over her cheeks. “I’ve already told you the reason.” She shakes her head. “Your hands are tapping on your leg and you only do that when you’re lying or omitting part of the truth.” He used to admire how observant she is, but now he resents the trait. “[Y/N], please just trust me this one time.” Something similar to a scoff escapes the female. “This one time? I’ve been trusting you, Remus!” she exclaims, her lips quivering. “You disappear a couple of times a month and I never ask you or the others where you go! You then ignore me for days, saying you don’t want to talk about it and I never question it! I sit in my dorm room and classes, worrying about you! Not knowing if you’re okay or in danger! Everyone but me seems to know what’s going on and it hurts!” Remus feels tears build up in his own eyes because she’s right and he knows it. She’s sacrificed so much for him and he’s done nothing but leave her hanging for half a month with no explanation.

“I’m doing it to protect you!” he yells, but it’s not angry. It’s pleading. Pleading for her to understand why he’s doing this without actually telling her the reason. Pleading for her to accept his action without any justification, something he knows she’s become accustomed to. “Protect me from what, Remus!?” “I’m a we-” He catches himself. His mouth shuts so fast, his teeth begin to hurt. [Y/N] hangs her head, shaking it for a moment. “Even now… After you’ve just broken up with me, you still can’t give me an explanation.” Remus swallows the lump in his throat. “Instead of telling me the truth, you tell me you don’t love me.” She looks up, her [E/C] orbs boring into his and Remus feels as if he’s been stripped naked of all his emotional defenses. “Did you ever?” Her voice is a whisper and the male standing in front of her blinks back tears. “Of course I did. I loved you more than I love myself.” A choked cry escapes [Y/N] and it makes the dam holding Remus’s tears back break, letting a few slip down his cheeks.

“You know what?” she whimpers. “This is for the best.” Remus feels his hands begin to tremble and he clenches them into fists. “I don’t deserve to feel this way anymore.” She stares at him as if she’s looking at him for the last time, her face neutral despite her tears. “Being worried constantly and feeling like I haven’t done enough and that’s why you keep leaving. Feeling neglected and alone because neither you, nor James, or Sirius, or Peter will tell me anything.” She pauses. “I suffered through those feelings because I love you.” The words Remus has left unsaid for a year, but have always felt in his heart now hang in the air and he’s almost tempted to spill everything to her. But a voice inside his mind reminds him that this is indeed for the best. [Y/N] will be safer this way. So he doesn’t respond. He’s said his part, now it’s time for [Y/N] to accept it and move on. “You really have nothing to say?” Remus shakes his head, his gaze drifting to the leaves on the ground. “Fine.” she states. He feels her hand lay on his shoulder and he raises his gaze to meet hers. “Just… Be safe, alright?” Her voice cracks mid sentence and it only makes Remus’s tears fall faster. He nods, knowing if he tries to speak, he’ll choke up.

And just like that, [Y/N] turns around and walks back to the castle. Even when she’s out of his sight, Remus can hear her soft sobs and it only serves as a reminder that he broke the heart of most likely the only girl who will ever love him with all she has. He tries to remind himself that he let her go to protect her, but the hole in his heart doesn’t go away. He stands there, fists clenched and mind reeling with things he could’ve done better during their relationship, anything that would’ve made this decision easier. But what’s done is done and he knows it.

‘That doesn’t make it hurt any less.’

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part two will be up soon! thank you for requesting, anon! i hope you enjoy it. it’s been a while and i’m sorry to the people who’s requests i haven’t gotten to yet. some prompts are easier to write than others and i get writer’s block a lot, if im being completely honest. but i hope all of you have a lovely day! -mary