can we talk about this

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1.03 | 2.20 #can we talk about how kat confirmed yesterday that dom improvised the “I love you” in one of the takes and it’s the one that made the cut #it wasn’t in the script #which means (that dom is amazing but we already knew that) that clary’s reaction is completely natural #help

anonymous asked:

You and H get into a fight at Anne's house while staying there please

It had been a stressful week for not only Harry, but you as well. And although you tried hard not to let your mood affect Harry, he wasn’t doing a great job at doing that himself.
Harry was sweet; a gentleman, that until he was pissed off and stressed. He became cold and would have his anger triggered by the slightest thing. Normally, he’d apologize an hour or two after he snaps which sends you both to your happy relationship again, both of you talking everything out.

But it had been a week, not a few hours. You had problems at work, the home cooked meal that you had been dying to try to cook from the internet was burned, you dropped your phone down the toilet and you had two cherries on top; Harry and your period.
But a week ago, Anne had invited you and Harry for dinner along with Gemma.

Harry was dependent on the fact that you remembered that tonight was the dinner night, getting ready with no words shared. You changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom; something that you hadn’t done in so long.

The drive to Anne’s house was agonizing. No tunes playing and no words shared, just the uncomfortable silence and the murmurs of “for fuck’s sake”’s that left Harry’s lips whenever someone did something stupid on the road.
When you arrived to Anne’s house, you expected Harry to stay and at least say anything, anything at all. But Harry was the first to get out of the car. You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out, following Harry who now stood on the doorstep and had already rung the door bell.

“Awe! Come inside!” Anne instantly opened the door, pulling the both of you inside before hugging Harry tightly. “Someone needs to shave that.” She patted his chin.

He chuckled, “Was meaning to, slipped out of my mind.”

“Move along, now. I want to greet my future daughter-in-law.” Anne giggled, pushing Harry aside.

You tensed. Although it was something Anne had always said but now, you weren’t sure how to feel about it; how Harry felt about it. You hugged Anne tightly, almost as if she was putting you back together.

“I miss you, too, but I do know that this is not just a greeting hug.” Anne whispered, rubbing your back soothingly.

You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until you pulled back and Anne cooed sympathetically and pulled you back for another hug. “Is it my son? Did he do this?”

You only sniffled, pulling away to wipe your tears. “Can we talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” Anne rubbed your back before you both walked towards the living room where you were engulfed in a hug by Gemma the second she saw you.

She then punched you in the arm, making you wince and hold it. “What was that for?”

“For me having to find out you got promoted from Sarah the other day. We should have celebrated!” Gemma whined.

You bit your lip, feeling Harry’s eyes on you in confusion and shock.

“Uh, it'a nothing really.” You chuckled nervously, shrugging.

“Oh, stop with being humble now, silly. Of course it’s something! Gem, take out the champagne.” Anne grinned. “And come help me with setting up the table.”

“I’ll help you.” You said quickly, walking towards her.

“Nonsense. Gemma owes me a favor for something anyway.” Anne smiled.

“Do I?” Gemma asked, looking at Anne confusingly who shot her a glare, “Oh,” She whispered, “Oh! I do, yeah.”
Anne grabbed her giggling daughter’s arm, dragging her behind her and towards the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting on the chair opposite to the couch where Harry sat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got promoted?” Harry asked.

Your head snapped towards him in shock before a bitter chuckle left your lips. “Really? Really, Harry?”

“What?”

“I texted you the day I got it. Told you I have big exciting news. You came home, fucking looked me in the eyes when I had dinner for both of us, candlelit might I add and then you went to bed.” You whisper yelled, not wanting Anne or Gemma to hear.

For a moment, guilt washed over Harry’s face before he turned cold again. “You didn’t even check on me to see if I was fine that day.”

You gasped, “Are you listening to yourself right now?”

“I am actually, yes, very well.” Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Why am I the one who always has to give up my comfort for you? You haven’t touched me, let alone talk to me at all for the past week. Every time I try, you find a way to turn it to a fight. You have been so fucking selfish, Harry.” You let the tears fall.

“I’m being selfish? So I have to fucking pamper you like a child now to actually show I care? What do you want me to do? Buy you stuff? Is that what you want? Is that the kind of comfort you want, Y/N?!” Harry shouted, standing up.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” You gasped, standing up. “Are you telling me that I’ve been in this relationship for 2 years because I want your money? Is that what you’re trying to say?” You shouted, getting closer to him as he rubbed his face with his hands with a groan. “I told you that you haven’t touched me nor talk to me and you think I want you treating me like I’m a child?”

“Listen, this isn’t what I meant. I’m so-”

“If you’re not happy anymore then just say it. Break up with me. But doing this,” You cried, gesturing between you, “This is hurting me so much, Harry.” You let your head fall, sobbing.

“No, no,” Harry quickly put his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, “I would never want to break up. I am happy with you.” He cooed.

“You sure don’t act like it.” You mumbled, not hugging him back.

Harry sighed before sitting down on the couch, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you down gently to him to make you sit on his lap where he wrapped his arms around you. “I know this isn’t an excuse for how much of a dick I have been but I’m so scared of how fast my life is going right now, my career. I started taking it out on you because you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit for being myself and I guess,” He paused, shaking his head, “I guess I took this for granted. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you, so much. I’m sorry I have been a massive dick for the past week and I’m terribly sorry for not celebrating your promotion and making it seem like it didn’t matter to me. I really am proud of you, love. So much.”

“You really were a massive dick.” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry chuckled, tightening his hold around you before pecking your cheek. “I really was.”

“I love you, too.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his neck.

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll make it all up to you.” He whispered, his head nuzzling in your shoulder as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and comfort. Now he knew what had he been missing.

“Dinner and champagne are ready!” Anne announced with a cheerful tone.

“Also, no make up sex!” Gemma shouted before you both heard a smack and Gemma wince, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You both laughed before walking towards the two, now with happy and warm smiles.

Imagine having to tell your daughter that you can’t give her a sibling

You were laying in bed, your fingers absently drawing patterns against Sam’s bare chest, when a small knock came from the hallway.

“Come in, Katie Cat,” Sam called as you sat up against your headboard, smiling at your daughter as she entered the room.

“Hiya,” Katie smiled as she approached, letting you pull her up onto your lap.

“Sleep well?” you asked, and she nodded, leaning into you.

You met Sam’s eye, knowing this was the right time to talk to her; while Dean was busy on a solo hunt and it was just the three of you in the bunker.

“Baby, can we talk to you about something?” Sam asked, resting a hand on her thigh.

She nodded again, a soft frown pulling at her brows.

You sighed, kissing the top of her head.

“I know you really wanted a sibling,” you murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist, “But I’m not sure… I don’t…”

You trailed off, hoping that Sam would know what to say.

“We’re not gonna be able to have another baby, sweetheart,” he told her, softly. “We’ve… we were…”

He didn’t know how to explain it either, but it turned out he didn’t have to.

Katie moved from your lap to lay down next to her father, hugging him.

“It’s okay,” she told him, kissing his cheek. “I don’t need a sibling.”

You laid back down and she rolled onto her back to smile at you.

“You guys and Uncle Dean are enough family,” she murmured, holding your hand. “It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” you asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah.”

Daddy!Sam Verse

im-an-indoor-person  asked:

I need tony and other characters with steve and bucky jealousy Like tell me how are they when jealous. Give me facepalming everyone and oblivious tony

Unfortunately most times when they’re jealous it’s people they cannot just threaten to beat up. They have to be diplomatic about it. Mostly they just turn bright red and look mulish. Honestly everyone’s more amused by it than scared.

There is, of course, Loki when he comes of age. He’s always been touchy-feely with Tony, since he was ten when they met and Tony didn’t think to set up boundaries as Loki got older (why would Loki be attracted to an old maid, Tony would be thirty with children by the time Loki came of age after all). So Loki continues to be touchy-feely, holding Tony’s hand, touching his arm, giving him little gifts from their homeland. Tony is super flattered by it all and thinks Loki is the most wonderful friend. It drives Steve and Bucky out of their minds with rage because Loki doesn’t even try to be sneaky about it; he does it in front of everyone: visiting dignitaries, other royalty, Queen Sarah. It’s embarrassing but they can’t really do anything about it because whenever they accuse him of anything Loki always looks at them with wide, innocent eyes and says, “But Tony is just my dear friend!” (They’re pretty sure he’s sincere about that though because Tony always looks surprised and pleased when Loki says that and Loki looks at him fondly.) ((“I swear on my son’s life if you ever try to sway Tony’s affections toward you,” Sarah hisses after she pulls Loki aside, and lets the threat hang there because she’s found it works better than actually saying what she’ll do. Loki is terrified because no one fucks with Queen Sarah and also his parents and Thor will be super upset if he starts a war with the Rogers. “Tony is just my friend!” Sarah continues to squint at him suspiciously. “I only do it because Steven and James’s faces turn red!” Sarah can accept that, she supposes.))

Then there’s always T’Challa, who has no designs on Tony at all but Steve and Bucky still kind of hover whenever they talk anyway, scowling petulantly. Tony always looks so enthused when they talk, usually about things that Steve and Bucky don’t understand even though Tony’s tried to explain it to them. Plus, Bucky and T’Challa have kind of a weird relationship where they hate each other but politically they agree with each other. It gets even worse when Shuri wanders over and joins the conversation because they’re both so smart and Steve and Bucky aren’t oh no oh no what does Tony even see in them???? (“Kindness?” Shuri says, raising her eyebrows. “Love and affection?” T’Challa adds, rolling his eyes. “Tenderness,” Shuri adds back, because even though she’s an alpha Tony still gossips with her like she’s an omega. “Gentleness,” T’Challa finishes, nodding. “Okay I get it shut up!” Bucky snarls, and then he and T’Challa glare at each other.) ((Tony wanders over from talking with Dame Margaret and smiles at them because they’re all getting along. “What are we talking about?” “You,” Shuri says before anyone else can. Tony blushes and covers his face. “Surely you can find something more interesting to talk about!” “That is absolutely one hundred percent not possible,” Steve insists, wrapping his arms around him, and Shuri and T’Challa roll their eyes.))

Sometimes they get jealous of Pepper, but Pepper has made it clear that Tony is, first and foremost, her leader, and second, her friend. Sometimes it’s just hard to remember that when Pepper reaches out to delicately fix Tony’s hair or the way his clothes are falling on him, especially when she leans in and kisses his forehead afterward. (“This is irrational, boys,” Pepper tells them. “We know,” they answer meekly. “I have never seen Tony in a romantic way.” “We know,” they repeat meekly. Pepper sighs loudly. “Would it make you feel better if we fought it out?” “…Yes,” they reply meekly.) ((“…What,” Tony says when Steve, Bucky, and Pepper limp into the castle, covered in dirt and grass stains and–is that blood?! “Alphas,” Sarah sneers, and then drags him away before he can ask more.))

They always get jealous of Rhodey. They’d challenge him to a fight but one time he heard Tiberius was nosing around again and before Steve and Bucky could do something about it, he wheeled himself out, knocked Tiberius down, and then crawled out of his chair so he could beat him with it. He broke his chair. Rhodey does not fuck around about Tony ever. (“He’s not my type,” Rhodey tells them when he notices them hovering. “Also if you ever even look at him wrong I’m going to heave myself out of this chair and strangle you.”) ((“Why are you so scared of Rhodey?” Tony asks guilelessly. “Rhodey wouldn’t hurt you. You’re my husbands.” “My precious sunflower,” Steve says, cupping Tony’s cheeks. Bucky shakes his head slowly, reaching out to wrap his arms around Tony’s waist. “That is precisely why he would murder us.”))

ok but can we talk about their hushed voices in the alley scene???

bc they were deadass almost whispering to each other. like, that was their moment and nothing else mattered. it was just the two of them in that alley, literally, but also in the sense that there was no one else in the world that existed to them in that shared stoppage of time. everything revolved around them and it was just the two of them and their grand statements expressed through hushed murmurs and i honestly can’t sleep thinking about this. they are so in love y'all and i’m so honored to be alive at the same time as them to witness this form of love in its purest, most profound way possible

anonymous asked:

Imagine sombra hacking genji and making him embarrass himself in front of Angela.

Well Sombra can’t exactly puppet Genji. She can shut down a lot of functions of his prosthetics, maybe even to the point of immobilizing him, but like… she can’t really puppet organic components. Maybe if she tried really hard though, she might be able to override the vocal processors in his throat, but only for short bursts of time, so she’d have to make them count.

Genji: Angela, I wanted to talk to you about the last mission. Did you notice anything unusual about *distortion* MY ASS.
Mercy: …what?
Genji: I–my apologies. I… don’t know what just happened. What I meant to ask you about was *more intense distortion* MY ASS.
Mercy: Are you… all right?
Genji: Something seems to be wrong with *distortion* MY ASS. I—I seriously did not mean to say that. I assure you, I don’t know what—
*Sombra cackling in the distance.*
Genji: *sigh* Of course it’s her.
Mercy: We can talk about it later. *puts hand on his shoulder* It’s all right. I know you’re not like that.
Genji: Thank–*distortion* MY ASS.

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So Magnus and Alec had a bit of a problem where Magnus was in Valentine’s body, and Alec didn’t believe him? And there was a lot of, sort of betrayal on that? And it didn’t really went anywhere? Is that something that’s gonna come back?

2x12 Alec/Valentine/Magnus Scene Recap by Matthew Daddario