answer: yes they could

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“All I knew about Cuba was that people drove old American cars and that Ché Guevara was tied with Bob Marley as most popular poster in dorm rooms. Then my friend Erin invited me on a 2-week trip to Havana. The first thing I noticed in Havana was that the city was dark at night. There were no streetlights, porch lights or living-room lamps. It was pitch black except for the faint colorful glow spilling out of open doors everywhere, and it came from the TVs. The light captivated me. For the next two weeks I wandered around, slipping in and out of strangers’ living rooms. Each time I came across an open door and a working TV set, I would ask if I could take a picture. The answer was always yes. Nobody seemed to think it was an odd request and it was usually accompanied by a Cuban coffee or rum.”

Simone Lueck

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

Warnings: Slight sexual content, teasing, dom!reader, sub!Scott & sub!Stiles.
Word count: 819

A/N: Hands down and credit to the fantastic @pissheadofficial​​, for sharing a dirty mind like my own, coming up with the best imagines there is. There will be several more parts to this, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.


“Is Y/N like a supernatural dominatrix or something?” Allison muttered, earning a glance from Lydia before she also gave you a quick look. You were standing on the other side of the corridor, half outside of the classroom, talking to one of your teachers about the results of a test.

Lydia putted her books into the locker and shut the door after her. “No, she’s human.” Lydia snickered with a quirked eyebrow and Allison frowned before turning towards Lydia again.

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pencilwalla  asked:

viktor on social media: posts selfies, travel pics, replies to his fans, career updates, uses his pics of his gold medals as reaction images, screams about his dog and husband constantly. yuuri on social media: posts once a year and it's usually just 'thanks for supporting me i promise not to suck next year', secret accounts specifically for stalking viktor, once responded to a thread about how fans wanted viktor to step on them with "same tbh" under his real name bc drunk yuuri has no chill

HALSKDJFLKAJFDLJKFSDA THAT LAST PART MADE ME CHOKE OMG

anonymous asked:

Remember in 3.22 when Oliver was married to Nyssa & locked the team in a cell with a deadly virus. OK. Remember in 3.23 in the final moments, in room full of people Olicity reunited. Pacing is something Arrow doesn't bother with much, they can have a battle royal, guest star fueled ep & reunite Olicity in 60 secs. Fun fact: One of the promo pics from 3.23 was of the "I want to be with you" scene we didn't even realize it at the time. I am with you, the reunion is upon us & I am ready!

This “only two episodes” thing is baffling me too. Like… since WHEN is that a problem? Y’all remember 2x21? Oliver getting caught in the cave in with Laurel? Look how that season ended. Two episodes is cake

Actually that’s like LITERAL cake. Birthday party! And we have the still showing them all googly eyed at each other. 

It’s gonna be fine

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@atrociouscreations asked for something like, if Percy accepted being a God at the end of the PJO series. And Idk why, but this was the first thing that popped into my head and I had to draw yet. I read awhile ago some headcannons for a dark Percy god, and oh was it so good, that I think some of that was what inspired this… 

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No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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anonymous asked:

I'm in love with monsta x even more now 😍😍 so I feel the need to request, --what would mx do if you were to randomly hold their hand while you guys are walking down the street, but you're just friends? (They like you and you like them but you're not dating)?? Thanks my queen!,💗

Shownu is old-school polite, so he’d probably gently let go because he doesn’t want to do anything that might be inappropriate, especially not in public. He would rather you first be secure in your romantic feelings for each other than to just hold your hand because you’re simply friends. Don’t take it the wrong way though, he just want to keep affectionate gestures - even small ones - special for when you two are actually together.

Kihyun would jump at the chance to pull out some of his wit and he’d just be like “Oh, was your hand cold or am I being flirted with right now?” depending on your answer you could either shyly mumble that yes, your hand was cold and Kihyun is your friend so he can’t let you be cold OR you could wink and be like “Which do you prefer?” and for the first time you might be able to leave him speechless.

Hyungwon would look down at your hands briefly, but then assume you didn’t want to lose him in the crowd. You’ve got to be a bit more direct when it comes to him because he’ll never draw the right conclusions. You’ll hold hand for a long time though, and at some point he might even tell you he likes the feeling of your hand in his.

Minhyuk is someone who seems completely comfortable with this kind of skinship between friends, but he likes you so he’d secretly try to do something to see how you’d react. Instead of just holding hands, he’d intertwine your fingers and maybe rub the back of your palm with his thumb. Seeing you not pull away or get uncomfortable will make feel all giddy inside. 

Wonho would kind of jump in surprise before sheepishly asking what you’re doing. People think he’s a flirt with lots of confidence, but in reality things like holding hands making him blush and he’d be like “I-Is this ok? A-Are you sure?” and you’d nod slowly and feel Wonho’s palm get sweaty. But it’s cute, both of you guys get butterflies in your stomach. 

Jooheon would immediately assume something is up and he’d be like “Why did you grab my hand? Is someone following us? Were you falling behind?” and you’d have to admit that you just did it because you wanted to, to which Jooheon will try to chuckle it off but also in his head he’ll be screaming about how this is really happening, Jooheon don’t mess this up! 

Changkyun/IM would squeeze your hand and be like “Couldn’t resist?” and you’ll be like “What do you mean?” and Changkyun, who is famously straightforward, would go “The urge to touch me.” and you’d flame up red and he’ll just be grinning, but he’d love holding your hand. He’d even swing them a bit and keep telling you that if you want to hold his hand - hold it like you mean it. 

Hey, Bartender (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Request:  So I have this idea (because in my opinion there just isn’t enough protective Steve and Bucky) where they go into a bar one night. Both Steve and Bucky immediately get bad vibes. They watch as this bartender is getting treated like crap by all these different guys. Like cat calling and unwanted touching. They notice how she doesn’t do anything about their behavior so they ask her about it. She tells them that she can’t otherwise her boss will fire her. This outrages Steve and Bucky. They hear this one group of guys talking about jumping her once she’s done closing. Steve and Bucky walk her home that night, and every night after until she finds a new job.

“I don’t know, Steve, this place looks a little shady,” Bucky grimaced, taking a quick look around the bar, having to squint in the darkness despite his enhanced abilities.  There was a heavy haze in the air, a combined stench of old smoke, cheap cologne, and spilled alcohol stinging at his throat with a biting dryness that had him ready to leave before even taking his seat.  A deep groan escaped his throat when Steve clearly ignored his input and dropped onto the bar stool, leaving Bucky no choice but to join him.  “This place is nasty,” he continued, grabbing a napkin to wipe the cushion before sitting, “I have no idea why you keep coming in here.”

“They have the only bartender in town who gets my drink right every time,” Steve smirked, watching you approach.  “Hi, (Y/N),” Steve greeted you enthusiastically, “how’s business tonight?”

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Perfecting the Technique

Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…


“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”

He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!

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13RW Preferences; How They Ask You Out:

Authors Note: I feel as though these concepts are slowly going to turn into a series. P.S the boys’ dialogue is in italics :)

Originally posted by spragnione

Alex Standall:

During the weeks leading to Liberty High’s annual Winter Formal, you and Alex had been hanging around with each other regularly, and truthfully you were pleasantly surprised at how in sync the two of you were with each other. So when Alex asked you to be his date for the Winter Formal; you excitedly said yes! That night Alex arrived at your house in his car with a delicate collection of your favourite flowers in his hand. “Y/N, you look amazing!” “Thanks Alex, what about now though?.” you asked pulling the funniest face possible “Still beautiful to me”.

Originally posted by shipping-the-bromance

Justin Foley:

After performing your cheer routine exceptionally at the team tryouts you were immediately awarded a spot on Liberty’s cheer team, which you and your friend, Justin, were really excited about. The truth is, you had always secretly hoped that you and Justin would become more than just friends; you both understood each other and Justin couldn’t help himself from being incredibly flirtatious whenever he found himself around you. So when the final game of the season came around and the Liberty Tigers won. School spirit was high and in the heat of the moment Justin found himself looking over to you with a smile (see gif) and instead of rushing over to celebrate with his team mates he made his way to you, lifting you into a hug with a huge smile on his face “Well played, Foley. There’s no way you’re not getting that scholarship now.” “Thanks, Y/L/N!” “You should probably get back to your team to get that trophy though” “I’d rather get the girl, if that’s cool with you?”.

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Clay Jenson:

Communications class wasn’t exactly your favourite subject, purely because you found the concept of the class as a whole a bit pointless. Clay Jenson was the only positive to your Communications class. The two of you got on fairly well, due to your mutual summer job working at the local theatre, and despite Clay being slightly awkward at times the two of you always had fun whenever you were together. One day during your Communications class you received a folded note with a question: Monet’s, after school with me? and two tick box answers: Yes or No. You could recognise the sharp lined handwriting that belonged to your co-worker and you knew this was his adorably awkward way of asking you out on a date. So you turned around with a smile to look at him (see gif) before turning back to the note to scribble down your own tick box answer: It’s a date, Jenson. 

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Jeff Atkins:

Since meeting Jeff Atkins a couple of weeks ago at a party, the two of you quickly became inseparable during school. It was as though the two of you had known each other for years. So when Jeff announced that he was throwing a party to celebrate his birthday and that you were invited, you were excited to spend more time with him, again, outside of the corridors of Liberty High. As soon as Jeff spotted you at his party he rushed over to greet you with a drink it was at this time you realised you had forgotten something quite important: Jeff’s present. “Hey, Y/N. So happy you could make it” Jeff said pulling you in for a hug “Hey birthday boy, of course I wouldn’t dare to miss it…” Your slight pause concerned Jeff “What’s up?” “I’m such a terrible person. I forgot to get you a birthday present, I’m so sorry.” Jeff laughed “I don’t mind, Y/N. To be honest you being here is kind of the best present you could’ve given, but if you’re really bothered by it you could always make it up to me by letting me take you on a date sometime.”.

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Zach Dempsey:

Valentine’s Day had always been a big cause for a social event at Liberty High, and this year had been no exception. You and Zach had only recently became acquainted due to a school project, but despite Zach managing to occasionally be a bit of an idiot, you kind of guessed that he always had good intentions. So when the two of you matched each other for the ‘Oh My Dollar Valentine’ you expected him to find the situation funny but he didn’t. “The thing is, you were the Valentine I was hoping for, Y/N.” (see gif) “So how do you feel about going on a date? Maybe we could end up being one of the first ‘Oh My Dollar Valentine’ success stories”. 

cruel || cody christian

description: in which you devise a plan to get back at the one who broke your heart

requested by: anonymous

warnings: rough sex, swearing, choking, hair pulling, light spanking

You’d never been the type to purposely make a guy jealous. You’d never had a reason to. At least, not until now. And, really, you could hardly believe you were going through with it. You’d second guessed yourself numerous times. You’d tried to talk yourself out of it on several occasions.

But this was something you wanted to do. You had to see him, had to know if he still loved you the way you loved him. And, part of you wanted to hurt him the way he hurt you. But you knew when you saw him again, all your negative feelings would be forgotten.

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My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

Originally posted by listenm8

The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.

“Who?”

“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.

Panic.

Prompt by @softestisak: “write me a cake fight drabble u brat”

Ak, I don’t like you. But lucky enough, I like the prompt. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN!!!! (also where is the fucking trailer?!?!?)

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“So, you’re going to… bake a cake?”

Eskild’s voice is dubious, eyebrows raised to epic proportions and mouth set in an incredulous line.

Which, fuck him very much, because Isak is not completely helpless. And how fucking hard can baking a cake from scratch be? He has a printed set of directions in front of him, he has all of the ingredients spread out over the counter, and the oven is happily pre-heating.

What could go wrong?

“Yes,” Isak answers with a narrowed look, “I’m baking Even a birthday cake. It’s not rocket science.”

Eskild swallows and puts his hands up, like he was approaching a spooked horse or a small child, “Isak just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you automatically get Martha Stewart powers.

“Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?”

Eskild sighs, “Oh god, this is not going to end well. Are you sure we can’t call Noora in here to help you?”

“Nei,” Isak grabs the empty mixing bowl off the counter and away from Eskild, hugging it to his chest like a shield. “He’s my boyfriend and he made me promise not to by him anything, so this is what I’m doing. Jesus, you make it sound like baking is hard.”

Eskild whimpers but leaves the kitchen in peace.

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Okay- so as it turns out, baking is a little harder than it looks. It really wouldn’t be, but there are phrases like sift the flour and fold in the eggs.

What the actual fuck does any of that mean? And Isak is too proud to google it on his phone because he is seventeen years old and baking will not conquer him.

Also, is there really a difference in between baking soda and baking powder? And like, between regular sugar and confectioners sugar? Isak hopes not because Even will be here in two hours and Isak doesn’t have time to run back out to the store.

So he just kind of puts all the ingredients together and hope it works

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It doesn’t work. It very much does not work.

And Even is laughing his ass off, arms securely around Isak’s waist as he takes another bite of the shitty Moulin Rouge inspired decorations Isak had turned into stick figures and laughs some more. “I love it,”

“You suck,” Isak groans, batting the fork away from Even’s mouth, “Stop eating it, you might poison yourself.”

“But what a way to go,” Even leans down to kiss at Isak’s pulse point, ignoring the loud boos of their friends. Isak flips them off, but Even doesn’t look ruffled at all, “Baby… you baked me a cake. You, yourself. God knows it was yourself because Noora never would have let this happen.”

Isak groans and Even’s attention is pulled away for a hot second by Sana, who’s just arrived to the apartment.

Isak glares at the failure cake. He worked fucking hard on it and now what? They’re just going to throw it out? Over his dead body is the cake he spent hours slaving away for going to be dumped into the trash.

So he cocks his head to consider, eye slanting right to note that Even isn’t wearing anything to expensive, just his favorite button up (read Isak’s button up) and a pair of jeans. 

The arms tightens around Isak’s wait again and Isak has an idea, He steps out of the embrace. Even swivels his head to look at him.

“One more surprise.” Isak gestures down to the sugar monstrosity, “Look at the cake closer.”

Even raises his eyebrows, but glances down at it, “I don’t get it.”

“Look.”

Even gets a little closer to the cake, now intent on finding whatever mystery clue Isak had hidden in the frosting. When he shifts his head down, just a little bit, Isak pounces.

He hooks a hand around the back of Even’s neck and pulls his face into the cake, waiting several seconds before releasing and stepping back.

The cheers are almost instant and Even is pulling back, wiping frosting from his eyes and laughing again, bright and happy laughter and this might just be one of the greatest cakes ever baked in the world.

“Little shit,” Even grabs a handful of the corner piece and- oh fuck no, Isak didn’t anticipate that. Even hurls the cake at him. Isak dives out of the way and-

The fucking cake splatters against Vilde. Oh my fucking god the look on her face. She screams and everyone goes silent. 

Or at least, for about fifteen seconds and then Even is grabbing another chunk of cake and hauling Isak to him by the waist and smearing the frosting down the length of his face.

By that time, everyone had gotten the idea and Isak’s perfect fucking cake was flying across the room, smearing over every surface available and every person available and Isak and Even were still half-wrestling on the floor trying to escape each other’s frosting clad hands and-

Fucking best birthday party ever.

rebelcaptain AU || The Lake House

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In 2017, Dr. Cassian Andor puts his lake house in the small town of Yavin, Wisconsin, up for rent. He’s moving to Chicago to start work at Chicago General Hospital in its ER. As he leaves, he places a note in the mailbox for the next tenant, asking her to forward his mail. “Sometimes the mail around here can be unreliable,” he adds. “And some things might slip through the cracks. Please also note,” he adds, “the paint-embedded paw prints in the walkway were already there when I arrived.”

The letter gets to the next tenant. Except it gets to her in 2015, on the day before Valentine’s Day, and she’s already been living there for the past year. Unfolding the letter in the walkway to the house, architect Jyn Erso says aloud, “Paw prints?” and sees nothing when she searches at her feet. But as she scoffs, a dog runs by, leaving fresh paw prints exactly where Cassian said they would be.

“How did you know that?” she says to Cassian, but of course, he cannot hear her. Instead, she writes him a letter asking him how, forwarding it to the address he left. Jyn mails it and soon forgets about it. She goes to bed. She goes to work the next day. She tries not to think about her estranged father, Galen, who designed and built the lake house for her late mother, Lyra.

On a surprisingly warm Valentine’s Day in 2017, Cassian has lunch with his colleague, Dr. Kay, in Daley Plaza, where they witness a car accident. A woman dashing through traffic is struck by a bus, and Cassian rushes over, trying to save her. But she dies in his arms.

This death hits Cassian hard, and for whatever reason, he is compelled to write Jyn back.

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Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.