bad choice for a first movie of his to watch

samwichwilson  asked:

Who cries first at movies: Sam, Steve, or Bucky?

OoOOooOooOooooh SHIT. 

Sam is the first to tear up when they had a movie night early on in their relationship; they’d been watching My Fair Lady and he’d glanced away from the screen a lot, clearing his throat and looking suspiciously shiny-eyed. 

“Is… does something bad happen in this movie?” Steve asked carefully. On Sam’s other side, Bucky frowned uncertainly; he’d seen Sam with tears streaming down his face before, but Sam had also just been blasted in the arm by a particularly nasty laser (Bucky tore the offending Hydra agent apart. Not literally, but the agent certainly regretted his life choices nontheless.)

“Nah, not really– unless you count Eliza ending up with a sexist dickhead– shit, sorry, spoilers.”

“Dammit, Wilson,” Bucky muttered, “I was rooting for her.” Then he added, “Something else?”

Sam took a long time to answer; when he did, it was so quiet that anyone without super hearing might have missed it. 
“This was ma’s favourite movie.”

Steve’s face crumpled into a look of pure heartbreak, and Bucky squeezed Sam’s shoulder reassuringly.

Darlene Wilson had been a vibrant, warm woman who had loved her children and community fiercely. She also had a sharp mind, a teasing smile just like Sam’s, and a penchant for taking up hobbies that … actually explained why Sam was the way he was (the latest had been rock climbing with a group of adventurous older ladies from her church.) She’d planned to go to college and major in Women’s Studies. She’d been key in organizing the new large community garden. She’d been known to have a cackle that could cut through a crowded room, a staredown that could quell the most furious person, and a hug that could ease almost any ill.

Sam missed her so much he couldn’t breathe sometimes. She had passed unexpectedly in her sleep a few months before, and Sam still found himself taking pictures of fat little birds to send to her email. The smell of fresh earth made him think “I should go help ma with her garden this Sunday” before he caught himself. My Fair Lady made him remember her voice, sweet but just a little bit offkey, singing along with “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” and “I Could Have Danced All Night.” If she’d had the energy and was in the mood, she’d take a few turns around the small living room with Sam and his sister, making them both grin with embarrassment as though they hadn’t loved dancing with her since they were able to walk. 

“I’m sorry, Sam,” Steve said, forlorn. Sam blinked a few times, not trying to stop the few tears from slipping down his cheeks. 

“This– this was one of her favourite songs,” Sam said, gesturing at the screen. Hepburn twirled and beamed, reminiscing about her night out– and Bucky straightened next to Sam. 

“I know this one.”

“You do?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. Bucky hadn’t seemed like the type to enjoy musicals, but they were learning a lot about each other nowadays. 

“Yeah. I… dunno how. But– yeah, I’ve never seen the movie but I know this song.” Bucky smiled a little as he watched the screen, and unconsciously hummed a few snatches of the tune. He caught Sam’s eye and blushed a little.
“Your mother had, uhm… good taste. This is– I like this song.”

“Thanks, Bucky,” Sam said softly. His smile still felt a little wobbly, but he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Bucky’s cheek. It was the first time he’d done so, and Bucky couldn’t stop his own shy smile.  Steve looked over the moon and squeezed Sam’s hand before murmuring, “Thank you for sharing this with us, Sam.” This moment, this film this life. 

And if Sam cried a little more when Steve suddenly bounded to his feet and tried to convince them to take a few spins around the coffee table with him, it was with laughter, and imagining how happy his ma would be seeing how loved her son was now. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was looking for a fic in which Dan was mute due to hating his own voice, and D&P have sex for the first time, and Dan accidentally says "Phil" or something, and it's the first time Phil ever heard him speak? I think it was Highschool!phan, though I'm not sure. Thanks in advance!

Hearing You (ao3) 

They were laying on Phil’s couch, watching a movie. Maybe watching was a bad choice of words.
“You look so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, hair messed up, eyes blown. I love it.” Phil breathed, and Dan blushed more. A smile tugging at his lips, Dan brought his own to meet Phil’s once more in a single kiss.
‘I want you.’ Dan signed with a seductive glint in his eye.
“You look so pretty, sprawled out for me. Do you know how sexy you look?”
“Ah- Phil” 

- Sam

On Rey and Grudges

The conflict I see often in a conversation between whether or not Rey is going to be able to help Kylo through a redemption arc, or simply be the one to kill him, resides in assuming that whatever dynamic they have in this first movie is going to carry forward into the other two. That places people into the camp of ‘Rey was being violated’ vs. 'Kylo went easy on her’, and to try and argue through either of these is inconsequential; because we are watching an act of war, in this movie. Not a love scene. Definitely not a sex scene. Rey is a prisoner of war, and she’s being treated as such. Whether or not he showed compassion for her, or went easy on her, doesn’t matter yet - because he is a soldier, performing an act of war on a civilian, and should be thought of as such. That is the dynamic to keep in mind when watching this first movie on it’s own. Kylo is doing his job. Rey is being tortured, even if it’s supposedly not as bad as it could have been - and she rightfully hates him for it. He kills his father as an act of war, and she hates him for it. You can see that hate continue forward when she attacks him in the snow, in the snarl in her face, and the way she unnecessarily cut through his face - and probably, however briefly, considered killing him right then and there, before the choice was taken away from her.

This is likely why it’s hinted that Rey will be flirting with the Dark Side. Because she has hate in her, now. Hate that needs to be dealt with. And that is the takeaway from the first movie. But is it the takeaway from the trilogy? Of course not.

Throughout the movie we’re introduced to Rey as an indomitable spirit. She’s abandoned as a child - a CHILD - to live alone in the desert. She’s starving more often than not, she’s completely alone, she’s subject to the whims of a creature that has no empathy for her plight and swindles her at every turn. She’s tortured by her very life, her abandonment, her loneliness. And she has people to blame. There are people - helpfully FACELESS people, which are always the easiest to hate - that she could blame for all of this.

And perhaps, as a child, she did. Perhaps it took Rey a lot of time to forgive whoever abandoned her, and begin to hope for their return. We certainly see anger and heartbreak in that child’s face as Unkar pulls her away. Who’s to say she didn’t let that turn into a hate that revealed itself in childish tantrums?

The only thing we do know, is that she doesn’t hate them now. She scratches notches into the wall, waiting for their return. She speaks of them as if they are benevolent beings, who must have had a good reason for abandoning her. She not only hopes they still care about her enough to return, she staunchly stands by it, stubborn enough to want to return to her desert starvation in order to wait for them to return. She has no reason to believe they will return. She has had no sign from them her entire life, and Unkar certainly isn’t the kind of man to instill hope in a being. Why, then, does she get over whatever abandonment issues and betrayal this act performs, in order to think of these faceless people with a desperation that makes her want to stay on this planet? That makes her want them back?

And keep in mind, she does have the chance to leave the planet. Not just in this movie - in the Rey excerpt of the Star Wars novel, “Before The Awakening”, (small spoilers incoming, skip the next few paragraphs if you’d rather read it on your own), Rey finds a ship that she actually manages to get to work, with the help of two other scavengers. The first thing those scavengers want to do with that ship is leave Jakku - and they want her to come with them. This prospect thrills them, because they’re ready for freedom, for adventure, for a life that isn’t subject to the whims of Unkar Plutt. They’re blown away when Rey informs them that she can’t leave. She’s still waiting for her family. She just wants to sell the ship for enough rations to keep her fed until they return.

She’s still hoping that these faceless abandoners will relent. She still has faith, in that tiny little starving body, that there’s something more to her family than what they’ve done to her in the past.

And here comes yet another example of Rey’s refusal to hold a grudge. These two people - the closest things she might have had to friends in her entire life, for a little while - steal her ship from her, and leave Jakku. They only do it when they know for sure she’s unwilling to leave - at the moment she’s heading to Unkar, to haggle the price - but they steal it, just the same.

And this is Rey’s reaction.

“Rey stood there a long time. When she finally moved it was to mount her speeder and drive home, back to the walker. She knew she should be angry, but she wasn’t.”

Anyone else in that situation would have been absolutely murderous with anger. These people stole all of her hard work, her chance at food, and they lied to her even as she left them with the ship to go talk to Unkar. She’d been betrayed so completely, that she has every right to hate them. She even lets out some frustrated rage once she’s home, punching the lenses out of a stormtrooper helmet, because this betrayal is so life-changing.

And still, she can’t hate them. Because she looks past the act, and understands the intentions of their cruelty. She can’t turn a blind eye to the reasons behind what they’ve done, even though the act itself is so horrid.

And this is the Rey we’re presented with, in this first movie.

A Rey who has not only forgiven the people who’ve left her to a life of starvation and loneliness, but waits hopefully for their return.

A Rey who never holds a grudge against the man who constantly swindles her, leaving her half-starved no matter how good her scavenger haul is.

A Rey who’s been so completely, utterly betrayed, that she has nothing to look forward to but a lifetime of pain, and can’t find it in herself to hate the people who’ve done it to her.

A person who finds hope where hope should never be, and refuses to let go. (Even her name is a nod to this nearly unbelievable characteristic.)

This is the Rey who’s been tortured at the hands of the First Order. A Rey whose mind was scoured for memories that she never wanted shared. A Rey who hates the man who killed Han Solo, the closest thing she’s had to family in her entire life.

If you think Rey’s never going to see past all of that hate, all of that anger, and find something in Kylo Ren worth fighting for, you might just be looking at this story from the point of view of only 1/3rd of it has offered. Can I blame you? Of course not - that’s all we have, so far. But we’re inundated with Rey’s backstory and her indomitable spirit for a reason. This character was made into a beacon of hope for a reason. She’s not like most of us. She’s not supposed to be like most of us. She’s the kind of person who doesn’t hold a grudge. And that’s possibly the most rare trait a human being could possess in this entire world.

I don’t relate to Rey. I admire her. She is what I wish I could be, in the face of pain and strife. And that’s why I love her.

And that is also why I’m confident, moving forward, that with time and probably a  whole lot more outbursts of hate before it happens, Rey is going to see something worthwhile past the monster. She’s the one who gave him that title - she’s the only one who can take it away.

Domingo En Fuego, I Think I Lost My Halo (El Diablo x Reader)

Pairing: El Diablo x Reader

Title Inspiration: Polarize by twenty one pilots

Summary: A short little story in which Diablo has a nightmare and Y/N helps him get through it.

Warnings: Hints of sex, nightmares, and fluffy fluff

Word count: 461

“Baby, baby. Wake up. Wake up.” you whispered in the middle of the night, gently shaking Chato in an effort to end his misery. His body was incredibly warm and he was sweating profusely. The only emotions evident on his face were that of agony and torment, and it pained you greatly to see him like this. Nightmares were not an uncommon occurrence with Chato, but they did decrease in quantity and intensity when you slept next to him. It was always the same dream, one where he was forced to relive the death of his family, over and over again.

“No, no, no!” Chato yelled out before jolting upright.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay.” you said softly, gently rubbing circles on his back. He shook his head before wrapping both of his arms around you and burying his face in your chest.

“Y/N why do you love me? What have I done to deserve you?” he asked you, breaking the silence that once filled the room.

“I love you for so many different, beautiful reasons. You’re thoughtful,” you paused to tenderly pull his face up so you could look him in the eye, “you’re caring. You make me feel safe and adored. And you’re also the most incredible man I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving.”

“But I killed my family, Y/N, I’ve done so many bad things. Horrible things to innocent people.”

“But you’re a better man now.”

“That doesn’t change what I did” he looked down and grabbed your hand.

“The past does not define you, Chato. Not when you try so hard to improve yourself everyday.”

Then there was silence once more. It was not an uncomfortable kind of silence, however. Chato had laid back down and you had placed your hand on his bare chest. He grasped your hand within his, his eyes drifting up to the ceiling as you listened to his heartbeat. You sat like this for a while until you were certain that Chato would not be able to go back to sleep.

“How about,” you changed your position so that you were now straddling him, “we watch a really bad scary movie and laugh at everyone’s ridiculously bad choices?” This made Chato smile, and he sat up and started placing small, wet kisses on your neck.

“Mmm. I can think of something even better to do.”

You laughed before gently pushing him away, “Nope, movie first.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before you stood up, and were about to leave when Chato caught your arm.

“I love you.” he said, making your face turn the color of a thousand red roses.

“I love you, too. Now get up. We have a movie to watch.” And with that, you exited the room, feeling so incredibly in love with Chato Santana.


Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Words: 1,473

A/N: Hi everyone! This imagine is for the challenge of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing: Seasons of Love – Color of Fall. My prompt was: “November” and it wasn’t an easy one, I hope you’ll like! I’m sorry for any mistakes, my native language is not English.

Warning: fluff

Breathe. Just take a deep breath and let the scents of Fall taking you away. You closed your eyes a moment, just listening to the silent and a tiny smile crossed your lips. But then, the reason of your presence here came back in your mind and your smile dropped. Shoulders and head low, you sighed deeply and looked around. All those colors, it was so beautiful. A cold breeze brushed on you and you shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself to warm you up. It was time to continue your way. A step after the other, you walked in the woods.

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Insecure!Phan Masterlist

Links Last Checked: August 30th, 2017

Chapped Lips - venuslester

Summary: Dan has chapped lips and feels insecure.

Curled Hair and Painted Nails - darling-phil

Summary:When Dan begins to lack confidence about his newly painted nails and natural hair, Phil is there to offer his support.

Hearing You (ao3) - centroid

Summary: They were laying on Phil’s couch, watching a movie. Maybe watching was a bad choice of words.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways - seasonsofphan

Summary: Dan is feeling insecure, so Phil decides to show him that he is perfect.

In Luck, In Love - phanilluminati

Summary: 2009!Phan, Dan’s self-harm scars are the only thing that will stop their first time from being perfect so he has to try to hide them from Phil.

Insecure - bubblylester

Summary: “Dan and Phil are dating, and one morning Dan wakes up and looks in the mirror and sees he has a small pimple that is easily covered by his hair, but he still freaks out and doesn’t want Phil to see it so he locks himself in his room all day and makes up excuses and basically just avoids Phil at all costs.“

I Wanna See You - teenagephantxsy

Summary: 2009!Phan Dan and Phil have Skype sex for the first time, but Dan becomes uncomfortable with his body halfway through and comfort ensues.

Just A Bit More To Love - authortress

Summary: Dan is feeling a bit insecure about his body, but as always Phil saves the day.

Madness - lavenderlester

Summary: Dan is feeling very depressed and insecure and Phil is ignoring him because he’s very busy. Then he hears Dan crying one night and asks him what’s wrong.

Perfection - darling-phil

Summary: Dan wakes up feeling insecure but doesn’t want to bother Phil with his problems. Phil notices anyway and vows to show Dan just how perfect he is.

Sticky Notes - snowbunnylester

Summary: When Phil realizes Dan spends so much time in the bathroom telling himself off, he decides to take matters into his hand’s and starts leaving Sticky Notes to cheer his best friend up.

The Way I See You - ineverhadmyinternetphase

Summary: Dan’s shocked when he realises that Phil’s self-conscious about the way he looks. Apparently Phil doesn’t know that he isn’t allowed to be sad when Dan’s around. So Dan takes it upon himself to fix the situation - by complimenting something about Phil’s appearance every day. Trouble is, Dan isn’t very good at hiding his teensy tiny crush on Phil.

Thinking Out Loud - jilliancares

Summary: Phil is telepathic and who is this boy who is always thinking about what other’s think of him?

Things You take for Granted (ao3) - MoominJaye

Summary: Phil forgot that Dan wasn’t always as strong as he seems now. And sometimes he can still break down.

You Are Beautiful - snakedolls

Summary: Dan doesn’t want to have sex because he’s feeling insecure about his body (maybe it’s after Christmas and he gained a bit of weight or something) so Phil makes him stand in front of a mirror and look at himself while he undressed him and gives him lil’ kisses all over and tells him everything he like about him and then they do the do and just really cute fluffy smut that focuses on making Dan happy.

You Are Beautiful - oakleysfthoying

Summary: Dan is a major in drama and has to get naked in stage in a scene, it’s the main part but he might not take it as he doesn’t think he looks good/isn’t incident enough. Phil comforts him and tells him he looks good.

Your Everything (ao3) - ramonaspeaks

Summary: Dan had never thought that he was particularly good-looking. He knew that other people found him attractive though. Most importantly, he knew that Phil found him attractive.

The Video Store (Minicat) College AU PT 4

For a campus video store, it was surprising well stocked. You could find the newest releases, old school classics, and obscure indie titles, all in plain white cases. They even had a small selection of adult films, well, if you knew who to ask.

Tyler knew.

It was the second day of the semester, and he was already sick of classes. He had no desire to go to any parties, and his best friend was off fucking his boyfriend for the night.

Thanks a lot, Evan.

So, what’s a single guy to do? Take advantage of his single room, of course.

He entered the store and noticed it was fairly empty, only two occupants inside.

“Yo, Marcel!” He shouted. “What’s up man?”

A light-skinned black man turned from where he was opening boxes and grinned, arms stretched wide. “Wildcat, my man!” They slapped hands. “What’s up?”

“I decided to spend the night in. Figured I could come pick up a quality flick.” Tyler responded with inflection.

“I got you, bro.” He nodded to the back room. “Help yourself.”

Tyler clapped him on the back before heading towards the door. He chanced a quick glance at the other shopper. He vaguely recognized the man as one of the residents on his hall. Chris, maybe?

He was kind of cute with his shaggy, blond hair and wire framed glasses. Maybe a little too nerdy for Tyler’s taste, but he could picture him writhing underneath him.

‘Steady, bud.’ He thought to himself. ‘It’s only the second day. Pace yourself.’

Tyler shook his head and walked into the back room.

The collection was small, maybe only 20 different DVDs of different varieties, all in the same discreet packaging as everything else in the store. He’s seen most, if not all of them. He glanced around to see if there was anything new, before settling on a old favorite. The man in the main store had him in a particular mood.

Marcel was at the counter on the phone when Tyler approached. He put the white case on the surface and Marcel held up a finger.

“No, we do not have Pluto Nash: 3D.” He was saying. “Why? Because that movie sucks, Delirious. You’re with Evan, aren’t you? Yeah, well fuck you both.” He slammed the receiver down. “If he calls and asks me that one more goddamn time, I’m going to kill them both.”

Tyler laughed loudly, wheezing slightly.

“Shut the fuck up, Tyler.” Marcel whined. “He’s your best friend. Can’t you tell him to keep his boyfriend on a leash?”

“Trust me, Jon is the one holding that leash.” He shuddered. He loved his friends, he did, but thinking about the specifics of their relationship was something he did not want to think about.

Marcel cringed, probably thinking along the same lines, and quickly picked up the case to change the subject. He scanned it and Tyler handed over his student card.

He noticed that the bespectacled man had gotten in line behind him. Tyler had trouble concentrating on Marcel. Holy shit, he smelled good.

“You’re good, bro.” Marcel handed him both items, derailing his thoughts. “Hey, party at mine on Friday. You in?”

Tyler shrugged. “Sure. Got nothing else to do.”

“Thanks for the enthusiasm, dude.” Marcel rolled his eyes. “I’ll catch you later.”

Tyler saluted before moving away. He checked the other man out. He was taller than he originally thought, but not nearly as tall as Tyler. And he had some muscle definition in his arms and legs.

Yeah, he would look good naked, Tyler was sure.

But he could be straight for all he knew, not bisexual like himself. Maybe he was gay?

He would find out sooner or later.

“Sup, Mini.” He heard Marcel say. Mini? What kind of stupid fucking name was that? This guy was anything but mini.

But Tyler knew that if he loitered any longer, it would be suspicious as hell. So he finally pushed the door open, and walked out into the quickly approaching night.

He was halfway back to his dorm when someone jumped on his back with a whoop of glee. He would recognize that fucking accent anywhere.

“Brian, get the fuck off of me, you piece of shit.” He growled.

“Oh, Tyler,” the Irish man laughed. “I just missed you is all.”

Tyler elbowed his stomach, and the resounding grunt left a smile on his face as Brian slipped off.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” Of course, Brock would be right behind him.

“Moo, control your boyfriend.” Tyler told his friend, playfully.

Brock ruffled Brian’s hair affectionately. “Nah, he’s too cute.”

Tyler mocked gagging. “You’re worse than Evan and Delirious.”

Brock laughed loudly. “No way.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you guys later. I got shit to do.” He turned and continued his walk.

Not five minutes later, he was walking into his dorm hall. He took the stairs two at a time, his long legs getting him to the third floor in half the time. He made it out of the stairwell when his phone beeped.

He looked down, seeing that it was an email from a professor, and crashed directly into another person.

Both men fell to the floor hard, possessions flying in all directions.

“Oh fucking hell.” The other man said, his arm clutched tight to his chest.

Tyler was surprised to see that it was the same man from the video store. He must have walked right past him while he was talking to Brock and Brian.

He stood, and offered his hand. “I’m sorry, dude. I wasn’t paying attention. What’re you doing just standing out here anyway?”

“Debating on whether or not to kill my roommate.” He replied with a nod to the adjacent door. Tyler wasn’t sure about his accent. The guys sounded like he had six rolled into one slightly British one.

It was then he noticed the red sock on the door handle.

“I was gone for 10 fucking minutes.” The man muttered, obviously annoyed.

Tyler took a look at the names on the door. “Oh shit, you’re Nogla’s roommate? Good luck, bud. You must be, Craig.”

“Thanks.” Craig said sarcastically. “It’s Mini by the way.”

“What’s mini?”

Craig rolled his eyes. “My name. Everyone calls me Mini.”

Fucking duh, Wildcat. He could’ve hit himself. “Right. Well, good luck with…that.” He gestured to the door before bending down to grab his DVD. He had plans, and while future plans may include Mini, tonight was not that night.

Mini picked up the other case. “Again, thanks.” He turned to yell at his door. “Daithi! Lui! Are you fucking serious?”

Tyler chuckled before heading down to his own room.

Mini smelt even better up close, and his broad frame would definitely be helping in his fantasies tonight.

'Stop being fucking creepy.’ He scolded himself. 'You just met the guy.’

Once in his room, he locked the door, turned down his lights, and distractedly popped the DVD into the player. He was unbuttoning his pants, shoes and socks already gone, with his back to the TV, when an unfamiliar tune rose from the speakers.

“What the fuck?” He’s seen this movie at least twice, and he’s never heard the sound of birds chirping and a guitar playing a gentle melody.

He turned, and what he saw on the screen was not the opening sequence of 'Chopping Wood’.

“What the fuck is this shit?” He asked the empty room.

Shit. His eyes widened and he hurriedly rushed from the room, pants halfway on and barefoot, hoping to God that Mini hadn’t opened the other case.

Which, knowing Tyler’s luck, of course he did.

He looked up from his spot on the floor in front of his room, cheeks flushed, and an open DVD case in his lap.

Tyler groaned. “Shit.”

“Chopping Wood, huh?” Tyler saw the mischievous glint in the other man’s eyes and didn’t miss the way they roamed his body.

Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play?

“You’re gonna judge my movie choices? Who the fuck watches Adam Sandler romcoms anymore?”

Mini blushed, but his eyes narrowed. “Hey! He’s still relevant!”

Tyler huffed. “Right.”

Mini got to his feet and approached Tyler.

Tyler resisted the urge to step back from the challenge. Mini’s eyes flicked to his lips. “Is it any good?”

Huh? “Is what any good?”

Mini held up the case as an answer, his eyebrow raised.

Tyler grabbed it, their hands brushing.

“What do you say we watch your movie first, then mine?”

Prince and Princess

From this request: Can i request a lucifer fic where he and the reader have a disney marathon and afterwards they annoy the others(tfw and the otherr angels) with references? And its super fluffy?



“You know these are nothing like the original stories, right?” Lucifer asked, watching the brightly colored cartoon princess dance across the screen, singing some jaunty little tune.

“I know.”

“I mean, the original stories were much darker. Lots of death and body disfiguring.”

“I know.”

“These are bastardizations. Sure, the drawings are cute and the songs… well, I’m sure I’ll be humming them for weeks to come, but–”

“Lucifer,” you said, looking up at him. “Shut up.”

Lucifer pursed his lips but turned his attention once more to the television. He’d agreed to have a movie marathon with you today and you’d decided to introduce him to one of your favorite genres—Disney. You decided to start with the princess movies: Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Brave. You promised him that there were others (The Lion King, Jungle Book, Winnie the Pooh, Hercules, Star Wars) that he might like better, but you wanted to watch these first.

It was late when the final credits rolled on your last film. You sat up and stretched, your back popping.

“Well, what’d you think?”

Lucifer was quiet for a moment. “They were… cute.”

You smiled. “And which princess is your favorite?”

“That red-headed one. Scottish. Meredith?”

“Merida,” you gently corrected. You weren’t surprised that his favorite had been the spunkiest of the princesses. Plus the fact that there weren’t any big musical numbers…

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around Lucifer.

“What’s this for?” he asked.

“Thank you for watching these movies with me. I know you probably hated it.”

Lucifer chuckled. “It… wasn’t my first choice. But they really weren’t that bad. Besides, the fact that you like them is enough for me to enjoy them.”

“So…. Do you want to watch some more tomorrow?”

“I’d love to.”


Everyone had noticed the amount of Disney references that had made their way into Lucifer’s daily language. His brothers had teased him at first but they stopped after a few punches to the nose.

“We only tease because we think it’s cute,” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers and fixing his cartilage. “Who knew big, bad Luci would be a fan of cartoons?”

“It made Y/N happy to share such a big part of herself with me. You’d understand if you had someone special in your life,” Lucifer retorted.

“So does that mean you’re her Prince Charming?” Gabriel asked. “She’s your Cinderella? Snow White? Sleeping Beauty?”

“Aurora’s prince was named Phillip, not Charming.”

“You would know.”

As annoying as Gabriel was, he sparked an idea in Lucifer’s mind. He explained it to you one afternoon and you practically exploded with excitement.


Everyone gathered in the bunker on Christmas morning: Cas, Gabriel, and Balthazar sitting on one couch, Sam sitting in the big leather chair, you and Lucifer sitting on the loveseat. Dean walked in and handed mugs of coffee to his brother and to you before plopping down on the floor. Gifts were exchanged, wrapping paper strewn around the room.

Once everything had been unwrapped, Lucifer stood and pulled out four thin, rectangular packages. He handed one to each of his brothers and one to Sam, even though the tag read that it was for both of the Winchesters.

“What’s this?” Balthazar asked.

“Just something Y/N and I threw together.”

“Are we supposed to open these simultaneously?” Gabriel asked. “On the count of three?”

“If you wish.”

The men tore into the paper, pulling out the calendars. You and Lucifer watched as they flipped through, examining the pictures.

“You guys did a calendar?” Gabriel asked.

“Why are you dressed like this?” Cas asked.

“It’s a Disney calendar,” Sam said, a small smile on his face. “Look, that’s them dressed like Snow White and her prince. And then there’s Cinderella and her prince, Sleeping Beauty and hers.”

“Are you two dressed up like lions?” Dean asked.

“Holy crap,” Gabriel said. “You two are certainly in deep, aren’t you?”

“Lucifer thought of it on his own,” you said proudly. “And he was able to use his abilities to get us those costumes.”

“Straight from Disney headquarters,” Lucifer said with a smirk.

“I wish I could have kept one. Those dresses were beautiful.”

Lucifer said nothing as he pulled another box out from behind the couch. He placed it on your lap, encouraging you to open it.

You pulled the ribbon from the box and lifted the lid. “Lucifer!”

Inside the box lay one of the dresses from the photo shoot, the one from your favorite princess. You pulled it out, your eyes travelling over the fabric, noticing the little details.

“Do you like it?” Lucifer asked.

“Oh, Lucifer, it’s beautiful!”

“Anything for my Princess.”
Hearing You

a 5k first time smut fic with shy, insecure, and selectively mute dan


They were laying on Phil’s couch, watching a movie. Maybe watching was a bad choice of words.
“You look so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, hair messed up, eyes blown. I love it.” Phil breathed, and Dan blushed more. A smile tugging at his lips, Dan brought his his own to meet Phil’s once more in a single kiss.
‘I want you.’ Dan signed with a seductive glint in his eye. 
“You look so pretty, sprawled out for me. Do you know how sexy you look?”

extra tags: mute, neck, first time, virginity, hurt!dan, 5k, oneshot, fluffy smut, shy

anonymous asked:

Imagine Kouen, Koumei, Kouha and Hakuryuu on a movie night with their s/o, who is kind enough to let them decide what they're gonna watch. What kind of movies do you think they would choose?

Ren Kouen

  • Kouen picks the movie for date night, but through a very involved process which takes his s/o’s preferences into account. He tends to pick movies with strong artistic style and deeply involved plots which sometimes means picking children’s movies, but damn good ones.

Ren Koumei

  • Koumei lets his s/o pick the movie. He can’t keep up with recent releases and when he actually does know a movie he wants to see, it’s been out of theater for months. It’s easier for him to just trust his s/o’s choice—though occasionally they’ll drive out to the bargain theater to catch Koumei’s choice.

Ren Kouha

  • Kouha and his s/o usually stay home and scroll through the movies available on streaming. Kouha hones in on the particularly bad movies and pesters his s/o into watching them with him and taking bets for who gives up on the movie first. Loser has to let the other pick an actual movie to watch.

Ren Hakuryuu

  • Hakuryuu gives his s/o a choice between three movies. He’s carefully looked through the reviews and has narrowed it down to these three that he thinks would make for a good date night. Ultimately, the choice is his s/o’s and if they want to go off the menu, that’s fine by him.
In the Future - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by br0ken-and-lost

This was requested by anonymous. This was the request:  Could you do a pillow talk late at night imagine with Stiles of talking about the future?? A/N: Keep requesting

Whenever your parents were out of town you always found yourself at the Stilinski house. The Sheriff didn’t mind you staying for a few days, better there than alone. So it was a common occurrence. Stiles of course loved the fact that his girlfriend could stay over. Mainly because it gave him more time to go over TV and movie theory’s with you at three in the morning. It was a lot easier than finding his phone and calling you.

At first the Sheriff tried to separate the two of you, but you would always sneak into each others rooms to sleep. So he allowed it as long long as the door was open. Only he could hear you talking from his bedroom so he let you keep it closed. Only after he taught you every negative outcome that came from making ‘bad choices’.

One weekend at almost one in the morning you were both watching the Harry Potter series on your laptop. Half way through the Prisoner of Azkaban a sudden thought pops into your head. “What if I can’t get into college, Stiles?”

He pauses the movie and turns to you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean (Y/N). You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

“No I’m not, I’m just average. Average doesn’t get you far. Even if I do get accepted into a good college, I can’t afford it.”

“I told you, you’re freakin amazing, you’re super smart and great at solving things, like puzzles- don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re going to get accepted, you’re going to get a scholarship.”

“Average doesn’t get you scholarships.”

He sighs and wraps his arm around you. “You’ll get accepted, you’re going to get a scholarship.” He insists. “If you don’t get a scholarship you can apply for a student loan, and if you don’t get accepted you can take community college or even online classes. Then you can apply again next year.”

He kisses your forehead before continuing. “I’ve known you since kindergarten. I know you’re intelligent and a problem solver and you can do whatever you set your mind to. You’re going to get accepted, we won’t be split up. We’re all going to live in the same apartment building and get on each others nerves because we’re never apart and it’ll be wonderful.”

“It sounds amazing.”

“It will be. I’ll wake you up and three in the morning and make you help me cook stuff.”

“Like brownies and cookies. And then Scott and everyone will wake up because they can smell it from their rooms.”

“And we’ll make them do the dishes while we lick the spoons.”

You start the movie again, smiling to yourself. “I can hardly wait for it.”

Never Had A Friend Like Me - Tommy/Felicity - G

For absentlyabbie on the anniversary of her birth. I’d say this is part of the We Dream of Felicity verse, but it could totally fit in The I Dream Of Felicity AU as well. (series masterpost)

Tommy’s 100% sure Oliver is going to kill him.

Felicity sent him a text message—sometimes, Tommy thinks, you could easily make her life into a sitcom—saying that Oliver was at some kind of business meeting that she hadn’t wanted to go to, and would Tommy like to come over for a movie night?

He shows up at their doorstep half an hour later with take-out, popcorn and a blu ray.

The evening started okay, with Felicity laughingly telling him that, no, she’s never actually been to the middle east.

“Really?” Tommy takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch. “Never?”

“Really. I was born in Europe. My Masters all ended up traveling west.”

He passes her a popcorn bowl. “Huh.”

“I’m only six hundred, Tommy,” she says, throwing a handful of popcorn at him. “Do the math.”

“So…you were born mid-fourteen hundreds?”

“Late thirteenth, actually.” She looks down at the bowl of popcorn in her lap. “I like this.”

He grins. “Good.”

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ladyrainandsunshines  asked:

Gruvia (ask about ships)

  • Who’s more dominant: Normally Gray, but they like to “fight” on who gets to be on top sometimes.
  • Who’s the cuddler: Juuuvia!!
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Gray is usually the big spoon and Juvia is the little spoon. Sometimes when Gray isn’t feeling good, Juvia will be the big spoon.
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Training, running errands, being with their friends at the Guild.
  • Who uses all the hot water: Juvia because Gray doesn’t like showering with hot water. More for Juju-bby!
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: What channel they’re gonna watch on the lacrima TV.
  • Who does most of the cleaning: Juvia. She’s easily the more cleaner/neater person between the two.
  • What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: Juvia. Gray always picks out the really stupid films to watch and he feels bad about it.
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Juvia. If Gray does it, he would get mad with the landlord about how Juvia doesn’t deserve to be treated this way with no heat! 
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Gray, and it’s his clothes.
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: Juvia. Gray forgets things like that easily and wakes up at 2am with a horrified look of the idea that he won’t have milk for his cereal.
  • Who remembers anniversaries: Both do. Juvia just gets excited in a week advanced so she’s kinda like a countdown calendar. 
  • Who cooks normally: Juvia. She’s surprisingly good at making up food without reading the cook book.
  • How often do they fight: They usually bicker about things, not really fight.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: Juvia would take care of the household and spend time with her friends. Gray would probably be lazy and watch bad netflix movies in his underwear.
  • Nicknames for each other: Gray-sama is his nickname. Gray isn’t really good at giving Juvia nicknames, but she doesn’t mind it.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Gray doesn’t give Juvia a choice. He pays every time.
  • Who steals the covers at night: Gray willingly gives Juvia all the blankets.
  • What would they get each other for gifts: Juvia would make something homemade and Gray would search high and low for something special for Juvia that she would really cherish.
  • Who kissed who first: Both made the first move, and it resulted them bonking their heads and Gray’s lip to start bleeding.
  • Who made the first move: Can I say Juvia? I personally would say Juvia.
  • Who remembers things: Juvia.
  • Who started the relationship: … I blame Gray.
  • Who cusses more: GRAY, YOU CUSSING LITTLE SHIT.
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Go freakin’ mental and crave some blood.
  • Who is the dirty talker: Gray. It makes Juvia melt.
  • A head canon: When Gray tells Juvia not to do something, she’ll do it. Juvia don’t care, Juvia does what she wants and Gray just accepts it.

anonymous asked:

Hey can you please write an imagine where Luke is like (y/n)'s best friend and has been since they were little, and he finds out she hasn't ever kissed anybody so he kisses her so she has had her first kiss (but they don't fall in love, they love each other like Best friends, he just wanted her to have her first kiss)? Please? :) xo (or do it as a pref:) )

okie dokie. you guys practically write these things yourselves haha

luke was over at your house for a nice movie night, since he has been so busy lately, it was nice to have your best friend over for a couple hours. you had picked some romantic comedy to watch. the choice wasn’t so bad so luke wasn’t gagging in his mouth but he wasn’t too focused on the plot.

“this is so cute” you commented as the main characters shared a sloppy kiss in the rain.

“yeah i guess” he shrugged from his spot in the couch.

you threw a pillow at his side, “lukee, they just had their first kiss, its supposed to be special. you dick” you said jokingly.

he laughed. “so how was your first kiss y/n? we never really talk much about who you’ve kissed, you always end up questioning me about the girls i kiss”

blushing a little, you hid your face in your hands, “thats because-” you looked up at him, and he was staring directly at you. you knew you could trust your best friend in telling him this, “i’ve never been kissed before”

he didn’t say anything, the movie quietly played in the background.

“god, its so embarrassing, i still haven’t had my first kiss…” your voice started mumbling and he cut you off.

luke reached over from his spot and lifted your chin with his gentle fingers. “don’t be embarrassed, i think its cute”

“its not cute, i don’t know how to kiss!” getting a little upset, finally realizing your dilemma as you admitted it outloud to someone for the first time

“i could show you…you know, like as a friend, i’ll help you”

“umm” before you could even make a decision, to think of the pros and cons of kissing your best friend and not losing your amazing friendship, he brought his face inches from yours

“please say yes” he breathed


he pulled your face into yours with both his hands. he kissed you lightly on the lips first, then deepened it. luke trailed his tongue along your lips and you gave him access. being so nervous, you pulled back a little but he followed.

he was practically leaning over you on the couch now. he finally got his tongue in your mouth and explored a little. his hand reached into your hair and combed his fingers through it. the kiss ended sweetly as he left one precious kiss on your pink lips

“not too bad y/n for a first kiss” he smirked.


Sean Penn Thinks ‘The Revenant’ Is a Masterpiece Reminiscent of ‘Apocalypse Now’

As part of this week’s cover story on “The Revenant,” Sean Penn — who worked with director Alejandro G. Inarritu on “21 Grams” — shared his thoughts on the $135 million epic, and why it’s success is important to the future of a movie business that thrives on sequels and comic book tentpoles. Penn was Inarritu’s first choice to portray bad-guy John Fitzgerald (now played by Tom Hardy) in the ambitious project about 19th century explorer Hugh Glass (Leonardo DiCaprio) who survives a brutal bear attack.

Sean Penn: I watched the “The Revenant” with Alejandro and four others. I had the great benefit of being able to see it before anything was in the ether, in terms of critics or other trendsetters. I thought it was a masterpiece. I don’t think I’ve had an experience in a movie theater as a kind of stepping cinema forward like that since I saw “Apocalypse Now.” To see what happens when bold producers support a bold director who is such an artist on that level with great actors like that — I was compelled throughout.

I know it was a couple years ago that Alejandro and I first spoke about it. I remember thinking at the time what a brutal job it was going to be, particularly for the person playing Glass. It was just another thing that I was marveling at watching the movie: what Leonardo DiCaprio put himself through. By the time it was going, I was otherwise engaged. I don’t think the movie has lost anything for it. Tom Hardy is extraordinary.

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