do they all just hang out with the old co stars in their off time

Three Steps

3rd day of Christmas!!!

The first time Harry saw the ad in the Daily Prophet, he was sure it was a mistake.

To be sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, he read the ad twice over, then three times, then four. But sure enough, the words didn’t change:

WANTED: Boyfriend for Draco Malfoy

Requirements: plays Kwidich, does magic good, likes kids

If interested, contact Scorpius Malfoy by owl

(PS my dad can’t know about the ad, so shush!)

“Hey, Sam,” Harry said, referring to his Auror partner. “You seen this ad in the paper?”

“What ad?” Sam asked.

“This one here.”

Sam sighed. She walked to Harry’s desk and looked over his shoulder at the aforementioned ad. “Aw, that’s cute,” she said. “He spelled Quidditch wrong, though.”

“Yeah, well do you reckon this is for real?”

Sam returned to her own desk and arched an eyebrow at Harry. “Why? Are you interested?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Of course not,” he lied. “I’m just wondering how a six year old managed to get an ad in the paper. It has to be some sort of prank, right?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. The kid is a Malfoy, and Malfoys are Slytherins, and Slytherins are resourceful.”

“I guess. Whatever, not like it matters anyway,” Harry said, his tone giving away that it did matter, at least to him.

Sam smiled a knowing smile. “Yeah, whatever,” she said.

“Whatever,” Teddy said that afternoon when Harry suggested that they visit Teddy’s cousin, Draco, before getting dinner.

“This is a surprise,” Draco said upon opening the door and seeing Teddy and Harry. “Please, come in.”

Harry and Teddy entered the Manor, taking a moment after stepping inside to admire the Christmas decorations all around.

“What brings you here?” Draco asked Harry.

“Oh, just visiting,” Harry said, somewhat awkwardly. Draco nodded, but he looked confused. In an effort to fill the silence, Harry said, “Teddy, didn’t you want to tell Draco about what you want for Christmas?”

Teddy’s head turned back toward his godfather, and though he didn’t remember saying anything like that to Harry, he seemed excited by the prospect of presents.

“Sure. I mean, yes,” Teddy said to Draco.

Draco’s confused expression fell away and he smiled. “Oh, wonderful. I was just thinking today that I had no idea what to get for you. Let’s go to the kitchen and we can have hot cocoa while we talk. Care to join us, Potter?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to Scorpius. Where is he?”

Draco looked questioningly at Harry, but answered, “In the library, upstairs.”

“Oh, so you’re interested in the ad?” Scorpius said, closing his book and neatly setting it on the end table next to his chair.

“That’s not what I said.”

“You don’t have to be shy. It’s okay that you like my dad. I think he likes you too. I’ve secretly always thought that you two should get married,” Scorpius said matter-of-factly.


“Anyways, I have three steps to get you to be my dad’s boyfriend.”

“That’s it? No interview? What about the other candidates?” Harry asked.

Scorpius smiled widely, revealing a half-toothless mouth. “I told the house elves to get rid of all the candidates’ letters unless they were from you.”

Harry laughed and took a seat across from Scorpius. “You’re very tricky. So what are these three steps?”

Scorpius held up one finger as he said, “Step one: get yourself invited to our Christmas dinner. Step two-” he added another finger “is take a romantic walk through the snow after dinner. Step three is to kiss him.” Somehow by the end of his list of steps, Scorpius was holding up all five fingers.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Really? And that’s all it will take?”


“So Teddy told me that Andromeda is taking him to Ireland over Christmas,” Draco said to Harry while Teddy and Scorpius were building a snowman outside.

“Yes, I think her husband had some family in Ireland.”

“Well then where will you be for Christmas?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t really feel like heading to Romania with the Weasleys, so I guess I’ll be on my own.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. You can’t be alone on Christmas. You should come here.”


“Yeah. We have lots of great food, about two thousand presents, and Scorpius loves you. It will be perfect.” Draco smiled at Harry.

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Draco,” Harry said, thinking to himself, step one complete.

Flash forward to step two on Christmas Day, and Harry was internally freaking out as the two of them walked through the snow-covered gardens alone at night.

Draco was pointing out parts of the garden to Harry- That’s where Scorpius learned to walk, That’s where Teddy fell off his broom into the bushes, That’s where I had to hide from my father’s devil peacocks for four hours when I was ten. Harry was laughing, and he kept finding himself getting lost in the way the stars and moon lit up Draco’s features.

“Oh, and that’s where Teddy and Scorpius built a snowman last week.”

Harry and Draco stopped to observe the lopsided snow figure. The snow that had fallen since the snowman’s construction made a part of one of its arms snap off and made the head of the snowman stretch much higher than it originally had been. Additionally, icicles were hanging off of the carrot nose and the snowman’s stick mouth was tilted far too much to the right side. All in all, the snowman was rather ugly.

“There’s something about it that’s disconcerting,” Draco said.

“It looks like Umbridge.”

“Yes, that’s what it is.”

Seconds later, they were both laughing.

They kept laughing the whole walk back to the house, and Harry felt an indescribable warmth build up inside him, despite the cold night air.

“Is that?”

“I think it is.”


“That wasn’t there before, was it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Interesting. Well, I guess we shou-”

Harry didn’t get to finish sentence, because then Draco kissed him.

Scorpius, who was hiding behind a couch, watched the scene unfold before him. He smiled broadly and high fived Periwinkle the house elf, his co-conspirator.

“Step three, check,” Periwinkle said.

“Mission accomplished,” agreed Scorpius.

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…


A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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petty competition [ michael mell x reader ]

Summary : Michael Mell is a friend of yours, but you’ve never had much luck with friends of yours. Agreeing to meet Michael, you are nervous at first. You soon warm up and are delighted to find out that what he has planned for your hang out is sitting in his basement playing one of your favorite video games. A friendly competition eventually turns into two teens in a basement both in fits of giggles, and, despite your previous reserves, you end up having most amazing time.

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My Kind of Crazy

Graphic courtesy of @atc74

Summary: Jensen uses a song cover to reveal his feelings for his co-actress. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1515
Genre: Fluff. All of the Fluff. 
Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 1K Followers Challenge! Yes, it’s late, my apologies, Taylor! If you’re not already following her, make sure you do that, you won’t regret it! My prompt was the gif at the top of fic, as well as My Kind of Crazy by Brantley Gilbert. Also, this is the first fluffy thing I’ve produced that I’ve been exceptionally proud of in a while so … yeah. Enjoy!

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stars, hide your fires

*me, coming out of the woodwork that is writer’s block* here have some ‘bellamy gets a make over and a happy ending’ fic

wc: 4 680
rated e | read on ao3

Clarke manages to last a grand total of three days before cracking.

“Alright that’s enough,” she says, slamming her book down with more force than necessary.

Bellamy just looks up, startled at her outburst, and blinks owlishly. “What’s enough?” he asks.

“You’ll see,” she mutters, grabbing his book and tossing it in the corner with hers. She ignores his soft cry of outrage and yanks him up, pulling him behind her.

It’s not a surprise that he’s changed in the past six years– they’ve all changed, whether it be appearance wise or personality, and Clarke had been ready for it. She’s changed too, using her time on earth to face some very harsh truths and learn how to finally be honest with herself.

But while she braced herself to come face to face with the people she once knew, it was Bellamy’s changed that stuck with her the most.

Personality wise he was mostly the same, still good at giving rousing speeches and wielding a rifle like it was just an extension of his arm, but he’s simmered down a bit, stopped being so impulsive and hot headed.

That’s not what was bothering her though.

No, it was the physical changes.

More specifically, his hair and the pathetic excuse for a beard he grew.

Clarke has grown enough over the past few years to admit that one of her favourite Bellamy Blake features was his mass of rumpled curls, the eternal bed hair that graced the top of his head, just another one of those things that painted him as the past rebel king.

(And okay, yeah, it was kinda hot, especially when paired with the rakish grin that comes out to play when he wants to get things done his way.)

“Seriously?” he huffs when she shoulders open the door to the bathroom inside the bunker.

“I’m surprised you can still see with all that hair in your eyes,” she grumbles, letting the door fall shut behind them. “You need a haircut.”

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Tony & Peter-centric Fic Recs

for your iron-dad and spider-son reading needs! 99% of these were posted after the release of homecoming so there may be spoilers.

(in alphabetical order, last updated 7.26.17)

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing [NR, 3k, WIP]

… and one time he did not.

Post Spider-Man: Homecoming — Tony is just trying his damn hardest to keep this reckless kid from Queens safe, but it’s hard when Peter is, occasionally, ridiculous as all hell.

5 Times Tony Didn’t Need To Worry About Peter by grilledcheesing [T, 13.1k, complete]

… and one time he certainly did.

A Different Sky by iustuscadens [T, 5.4k, complete]

Peter Parker has never seen the stars. 

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My TF2 Comic Series

This is a rough idea as to how I’d plan out a new on-going TF2 series if I were given the chance, based on what I know of established plot and my major assumptions about what some of the final developments are likely to be. When (if?) part 7 of the current TF2 comics storyline gets released, a lot of this may get rendered moot. I’m just spit-balling, anyway. It’s fun!

So! Here we go.

Picking back up in the spring of 1974. Everything is different yet also pretty much exactly the same.

Demo gets saddled with Merasmus, first as a roommate, then as a magical mentor. Merasmus knows he must eventually train a successor to carry his arcane knowledge into the future, and while this guy may be drunk half the time, he actually has a lot of potential. And besides, he did Merasmus a solid when he took him in. So Demo embarks on a wondrous-yet-annoying quest to unlock his magical potential and claim his alchemical heritage. Merasmus and Mrs. DeGroot get along like they’ve been friends their whole lives, of course. Demo’s home life becomes a wacky supernatural sitcom starring himself, Merasmus, his mum, and his three familiars Eyelander, Bombnomicon, and Mini Monoculous. (Those three have their own weird dynamic. None of them actually like each other very much.) And hey, magic powers!!!!

Zhanna and Soldier have the biggest, stupidest, most elaborate Hawaiian wedding ever because it’s the furthest thing from that frozen Siberian hellscape she could imagine. (Soldier grumbles a bit that it’s barely even America, but finally relents.) Literally everyone is invited, including any and all NPCs, old enemies, the ghost of Tom Jones, a clan of raccoons, and close family of the mercs. We get to meet Soldier’s weirdly normal family and catch up with Zhanna’s family. Soldier turns into a drama-bomb groomzilla while Zhanna is just overwhelmed with happiness. She falls into a coma from the mental shock and is roused out of it when magical intervention annoys her into returning to reality. Once married, they immediately begin furiously attempting to conceive a child. Like, more than they were before.

Heavy himself is adjusting to his new family situation and being a little overbearing (unintentionally.) His mother is happy to be taken care of, so he moves her to America and builds her a beautiful cottage not too far from where he lives. It has all the amenities, including a high-powered laser mounted on the roof. Zhanna is starting her own family, and he’s secretly giddy at the idea of being an uncle. Yana and Bronislava are both off on their own world-trotting adventures, but they don’t write him as often as he would like. He’s collecting the selfies they mail him from all the exotic locations they visit into a photo album, which he likes to flip through and feel that big brother combination of pride and worry.

Medic has to deal with his past, such as his parents. He’s finally gotten around to going through the box of keepsakes and documents left to him by his mother, where he makes some interesting discoveries, and his elderly father comes sniffing around, presumably to take advantage of his estranged son’s advances in rejuvenatory medicine. Meanwhile, occasional bids from Mephisto, Perdition Representative and current minority shareholder of his souls, to tempt him into trading for more favors are casually swatted away. (I mean, until he actually wants something he can’t accomplish himself.) Medic really shouldn’t underestimate a sufficiently pissed-off devil, though. They have ways.

Throughout every story, hints are occasionally dropped that Pyro is an alien. Some are subtle, some… less so. Someone important apparently takes notice when Pyro begins to be followed around by 70s-era X-Files style FBI agents. Balloonicorn delights in terrorizing them, but Pyro is looking forward to making real good friends! Ultimately, nothing is ever revealed one way or another about Pyro’s nature, so everyone just ends up kind of confused.

Saxton Hale has stepped down as the big boss of Mann Co (handed over to Miss Pauling, who will sometimes call for advice) but remains an investor. He and Mags are now a power couple, but he’s going through a mid-life crisis in which he’s seeking out and wrestling the most legendary, dangerous monsters in the world, which is getting dangerous even for him. Mags has her own complicated feelings about the rekindled relationship, including the baggage from her past marriages, brief as they were. Eventually Saxton must face the fact that the most challenging foe he must wrestle into submission is… HIS DUTY TO MANKIND (and Mags.) They return to Australia to help rebuild after the loss of all the world’s Australium and oppose Charles Darling’s growing post-apocalyptic Thunderdome-esque zoo-based empire.

Sniper has manned a disastrous submarine expedition to the sunken ruins of New Zealand (because he built it himself and refused to ask for help) and barely survived. He reluctantly asks his fellow mercs and Miss Pauling for help in a second expedition, recovering artifacts of his lost heritage in return for sharing it with Mann Co. He also gets roped into Mad Max-esque adventures with Saxton Hale and Mags. And of course, his birth parents are still at-large, which he doesn’t know how to deal with AT ALL.

Miss Pauling is juggling several explosives at once. First, she’s just getting the hang of being Mann Co. boss (including having people do things FOR HER, her assistants Bidwell and Reddy), dealing with the terrorist cult Rise & Shine that’s out to ruin the company, hiring new staff (Driver to help with the cult situation and a new merc liaison to fill her old role, Chicken Girl), forging her vision for the future of Mann Co., and deciding how to deal with the company’s inconvenient ward Olivia Mann. She has her fair share of frazzled moments and sudden urges to dump all her responsibilities and run far, far away, but she never does. That’s not who she is. Oh, and she gets a girlfriend, so that’s nice.

The new liaison Chicken Girl (as everyone insists on calling her after Scout recognizes her) doesn’t actually remember Scout and finds him very aggravating, but not enough to quit her new super-legit job, which she’s actually very good at, once she gets the hang of it. She just wishes they’d stop calling her Chicken Girl. Just “Chick” isn’t an acceptable substitute.

Engie is increasingly called on by Miss Pauling to consult on developing exciting new tech for Mann Co, which is especially important in a world without Australium to fuel effortless scientific discovery. The McMANN is his first such success, and he’s so excited and proud! He collaborated with Driver, the new blood, on its final design, but it was 95% his project. (He’s pretty sure that goes without saying.) Engie spends a lot of his time quietly tinkering away at ideas to make the McMANN even better, but he cooking up some other stuff that he knows Miss Pauling will be interested in. Even though some of it’s a little… weird.

Scout, Spy, and Scout’s ma are awkwardly trying to form a conventional family unit. This is extremely complicated because Scout is still convinced his father is Tom Jones and there are all those older brothers to deal with. The most successful moments happen when Scout’s ma tricks the two of them into spending time with her for a nice outing like a picnic at an outdoor concert, a baseball game, a demolition derby, etc. (Of course, there are shenanigans.) We also learn about the history behind Scout’s parentage.

The Mann brothers are all still hanging around as increasingly irrelevant ghosts, doing silly ghost stuff. Since they’re triplets, none of them can move on unless they all do, and it’s a constant source of arguments. Redmond & Blutarch just want to pull spooky pranks on people, but Gray takes as much time as he can to try to influence and even possess his daughter Olivia, which she eventually starts fighting.

I would include Driver in this new set-up, as previously mentioned. As the new recruit, she’d be the one to ask questions about stuff the audience might want answers to, which is a useful function in fiction where a bunch of crazy shit happens all the time. She’d have her own little character arcs, too, but I’ve gone on enough about all that.

And do keep an eye on that weird new cult that has it out for Mann Co. Rise & Shine? Yeah, I’ve mentioned them a few times. To the public, they seem so cute and harmless, with their chubby smiling mascot of a guru, talk show coverage, novelty songs, and funny comic book series. But we know better.

The Other Side of the Ocean - Chapter 1

Read the prologue here.

He leans back into the seat, trying to stretch his long legs out in front of him. This, unfortunately, is nearly impossible to do. Airplanes are made for people who are five feet tall, and at just over six feet, Joe really has nowhere to put his legs.

He lets his head fall to the left. At least he has a window seat. Something to lean up against, and he can avoid worrying that he’ll fall asleep only to wake up and find that his head accidentally gravitated towards the stranger next to him. He hasn’t flown across the ocean that many times, but it’s been enough to know that middle seats are pure misery for a seven hour flight.

Closing his eyes, he allows his mind to wander. And rest. It’s been a crazy busy week for the movie – but an amazing one - and he hasn’t had even a moment to process it, really. Lights, cameras and more questions. But he enjoyed it and is grateful to have been invited to New York and to have had the entire opportunity to work on this film and help promote it.

Naively, he never realized that doing press for a movie essentially meant answering the same set of questions twenty-five times. After the third interview, his answers started to feel scripted. He longed for a question outside the norm, but then silently cursed himself for that desire when he actually got one, fearing that he’d rambled on too long, or stumbled over his words, or could’ve answered it better.

Don’t worry, Ang had told him, you’ll get more used to this with time. Joe asked him afterwards if he’d sounded like a fool, and the director-and-mentor-now-friend had been nothing but reassuring.

And then there were the photoshoots for all the various magazines and online outlets. He was accustomed to those cameras now, in fact, they almost felt comfortable. He had never been one to shy away from having his picture taken. He didn’t mind doing photoshoots for magazines, in fact, he found them kind of fun. That was in contrast, however, to the paparazzi situation. That was still new. That was still… odd. He didn’t hate it, but didn’t like it either. Maybe he just didn’t really understand the interest, or why people cared whether so-and-so was going to a particular restaurant on a Thursday night. He reserved the right to fully form an opinion about it later.

The plane reaches cruising altitude, and he hears the pilot mumble something on the overhead speakers. Six hours to go. He considers whether he’s going to be able to get any rest or not in such a cramped position. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I’ll fall asleep, he thinks. Popping in his earbuds, he puts on some mellow music.

But his mind isn’t on the same page as his body; it’s not ready yet to turn off for the night.  He can’t get his mind off of her.

He can’t stop thinking about Taylor.

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RFA ; cutesy dates with Mc

yayayaya first post ☆=(ゝω・)/ going on pretty dates with pretty fictional people <3 these are pretty long coz i obviously have no idea what im doing :>


  • You were cleaning up in your apartment when you get a text from Yoosung. 
  • Your phone ringtone scared the shit out of you
  • You thought someone was out to get you
  • You check the text, he was inviting you out to dinner since he aced his exam you helped him study for.
  • You get all excited, reply in an instant and get ready.
  • Another text came from him
  • Wear something fancy, we’ll eat somewhere expensive (:” 
  • wow ok
  • You search your closet for that really pretty cream cocktail dress you bought the other day, and start getting ready.
  • A knock on the door, right after you finish. It was your sweet boyfriend, wearing a black suit, which looked 100 on him.
  • You open the door and his eyes grow wide, his jaw drops. He had fallen in love with the most beautiful girl. He thought to himself Jesus, I am the luckiest man alive today. You smiled shyly, and he took you by the hand.
  • He opens the door for you, seeing you guys have arrived at this really fancy place. And you both order the same thing. You look around the area, but felt his eyes plant on you. You were basically melting from his stare. His eyes were sparkling. You look at him, and he looks away immediately, face flushing red.
  • He smiles at you. “I love you.” You tell him
  • His eyes grow big at your sudden statement. He looks down, quite embarrassed.
  • HOW
  • Yoosung pays for the bill and you guys leave.
  • He parks the car and walks you to your door. You unlock the lock on the door and open the entrance to your apartment. You invite him to stay the night, but he says no. You make a grumpy face, and he makes that you’re so fucking cute smile. He promises he’ll drop by tomorrow as he kisses you, the kind of kiss that makes your heart tingle.


  • she finally found time to spend with you, after week of leaving early and coming home late, you barely saw her anymore. You invite her out to watch a movie you’ve been wanting to see, but when you two get there, it’s sold out. 
  • You try to hide how much that made you sad.
  • But baby is a psychic.
  • Jaehee stops you, cups your cheeks and tells you “Hey, its okay. Why don’t we just get some cake at that cafe you love so much”, looking straight into your eyes, your heart melts.
  • She intertwines her hands with yours as you walk down the street to a small cafe around the corner
  • She looks perfect
  • She is perfect.
  • You couldn’t stop staring at her.
  • It was nice to see her in something else other than a suit
  • Like seeing her in her underwear
  • oops
  • i am a demon
  • She holds the door for you as you guys enter. Standing in front of the menu, she asks you what you want. But before you could answer, she stops you. “I know what you want”. woah ok ok
  • You look for a table, and seats.
  • She approaches the table with a tray. On the tray was a plate of your favorite cake, (*insert favorite cake), and an iced coffee.
  • You fed her spoons of your cake while you sneakily took sips from her coffee.
  • You had a gr8 day
  • You were happy. You saw that smile again.
  • You held her hand as you two made your way back home.


  • You really missed spending time with Zen. He always came home either really late or really tired. You decide to surprise him. 
  • sooooo
  • You wait outside the studio for about 30 minutes. 
  • You were melting waiting for him.
  • And finally, all his co-workers were out. But Zen was nowhere to be found.
  • You really wanted some ice cream.
  • After about 200 years
  • 20 mins
  • He finally walks out the doors.
  • His hair was ties up in a bun.
  • Sexy bun sexy zen
  • You smile and wave at him. His eyes grow big after seeing you. 
  • o.o
  • was i not supposed to be here? you thought to yourself.
  • “MC? What are you doing here?” He asked.
  • prolly not
  • “I wanted to surprise you!” You say, rather exhausted from the standing  in the heat part of your day. 
  • “Why didn’t you go inside? You could’ve gotten a heatstroke at this temperature.” He says, worried. 
  • You shake your head, telling him you’re fine.
  • He read your mind. 
  • “Ice cream?” He smiled, asking you.
  • You smile at him. And he already knows that smile
  • You intertwine your fingers with his as you walk to your favorite ice cream parlor.
  • You had (insert your fav ice cream flavor*). Zen stared at you. 
  • angel he said to himself.
  • your ice cream was melting send hELP


  • You arrange this super cute date to the aquarium but Jumin suddenly had an urgent meeting he needed to go to. 
  • Trust me he felt super bad that he had to cancel.
  • He wanted to make it up to you. He wanted to make time for you. He waited until you had absolutely nothing planned. 
  • “MC?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I need you to come with me.”
  • “Where?”
  • “Meeting up with a friend.”
  • “Okay. Specific attire?”
  • “No.”
  • “Aight.”
  • You put on your favorite clothes, paired with your favorite shoes. 
  • Jumin looked like he was in a hurry.
  • Probably was.
  • Driver Kim drops us off at a big dome.
  • Looks abandoned 
  • Shit.
  • Hope its not haunted.
  • You held his hand tight as you walk inside. 
  • It was a really pretty old observatory. The ceiling was a galaxy painted with glow in the dark paint. It was beautiful.
  • Jumin was beautiful
  • In the middle of the dome, was a table for two. 
  • You look back at him, he had that cheeky smile. 
  • “Jumin?” You call out his attention. 
  • “Yes, kitten?”
  • “Did you plan this all by yourself?”
  • “Of course. Why?”
  • “Just curious.” 
  • Both of you were just standing, his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest. There wasn’t any music. Just you, humming to your favorite slow-dance song.
  • Jumin was looking down at you. 
  • It was perfect.
  • He proposes
  • just kidding
  • You two had dinner, then watched the stars for the rest of the night.


  • It was movie night at your place with the rest of the RFA, but Seven asked them all to bail tonight so it would be just the two of you.
  • They all bailed.
  • You had everything ready.
  • Popcorn
  • Chips
  • Dip
  • Soda
  • And wine and cheese for Jumin.
  • It was getting late and no one was arriving.
  • You felt your heart hanging on a thread. 
  • Until the doorbell rang. 
  • It was Seven. 
  • “Hey!” You open the door, inviting him inside.
  • “Hiya” He says, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek, making you turn a little pink.
  • “Are the others coming?” You ask
  • “I think they’re all busy.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
  • You didn’t really want to watch a movie without them
  • Which you admitted to Seven.
  • “What do you want to do then?” He asks.
  • “I don’t know.” You say with a grumpy face.
  • “Aww. Its okay” He lightly kisses you.
  • Then
  • His face fills with
  • A smirk of lust
  • A grin of idea
  • “Do you wanna.. Build a snowman? maybe head to the diner?”
  • You smile, and agree.
  • You two hopped into his car and he drove to this diner near the pier. 
  • You two bought milkshakes and french fries.
  • “MC. I’ve fallen inlove with the most amazing person in the world.” Seven says, proceeding to drink his milkshake.
  • “Who may that be?” You ask.
  • “You.” He says.
  • You were already expecting that. Yet you still fell for it, making your face heat up.
  • It was a great night. Milkshakes. Fries. Boyfriend. All you ever need in long nights. 
  • He eventually got really tired and crashed at your place, sleeping on your bed, arms around you, your head on his chest and well

yaayy how was it :> pls give feedback i am a noob :3 

also send in requests :3 luh u

I’ve been sick this past few days (it feels like weeks now) and so I have wanted little more than to cry about STAR WARS feelings by reading emotionally satisfying and/or heartbreaking fic and then maybe some porn to go along with it. Leaking faces and wanting to vomit are a lot more tolerable when they come with feelings and porn. \o/

To Argue is to Love by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin, 1k
   Anakin is sick, Obi-Wan is confused.
In Want by updiddlyupup, obi-wan & anakin, 7k
   Desperate to avoid all the ways he isn’t settling in, Anakin goes on a quest.
Negotation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, 64.8k wip
   Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”.
destination: nowhere by kasuchans, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, some (force) bondage, 4.6k
   The Outlander Club is known for two things: strong drinks and gambling. It’s really difficult to get home after indulging in either one of the two.
the kids aren’t all right by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 33.1k
   “He dragged me up a hill so I wouldn’t burn to death,” says Anakin. “Obi-wan’s still in there, I know it. I’m going to save him.”
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, amnesia, dark content, 3.6k
   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, sith!obi-wan, 1.1k
   Like the steel blade he wields, Obi-Wan Kenobi has come far from his simple beginnings. Anakin Skywalker is one of the brightest suns in the Order of the Dawn.
late night under the stars + angsty fight by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
   Did the first two in little vignettes as my writing warm-up for tonight…
In Color by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, soulmark au, modern au, 15.4k wip
   Anakin Skywalker is six years old the first time he marks on his skin with intent.
Five Times Anakin Was Uncivilized and One Time Obi-Wan Didn’t Mind by Nisa, obi-wan/anakin, 2k
   It’s all in the title. :)
untitled by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, human au, 1.3k
   The thing is, Obi-Wan doesn’t hate his roommates.
untitled by themikeymonster + ialreadyreadthatfanfic + likealeafonthewind + phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 2.5k
   TPM AU where Padme has a (completely obvious) teenage crush on Padawan Obi-Wan. Little Anakin is slightly upset before promptly deciding he’ll just have to marry them both once he’s old enough.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, 9.4k wip
   “I don’t know how this happened. I don’t yet know why. But this is definitely Anakin’s fault.”
untitled by stonefreeak, cody & yoda & cast, supreme chancellor!obi-wan au, ~1k
   Anonymous asked: I’d love to see the trooper’s views in all this. Exasperation at Kenobi not taken enough consideration of his safety. Worries that he’s not sleeping, forgetting to eat? What did they see that made them go to Yoda for help?

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How Long?// Tom Holland

Summary: Tom has been hiding something from you, what could it be?

Warning: Mentions of cheating, like one curse word, typos.

This imagine is based on How Long by Charlie Puth

Word Count: 1403 words


“Mummy, at what time is daddy coming home?” Your five-year-old daughter asked you as you tucked her into her bed, you smiled down at her with sadness in your eyes, you had been asking yourself that question for weeks, usually, you husband would arrive home late at night when everyone was asleep and he’d leave before anyone woke up.

You knew that had been taking a toll on Y/D/N since she had always been so close to Tom and now she barely saw him, however, you knew she understood that her father was busy working, doing something he loved with his whole heart, something that made him feel whole.

“Soon I promise, he’s just busy filming with Ben, but don’t worry, when he comes home the first thing I’ll tell him to do is come to give you your goodnight kiss, now sleep, it’s already pretty late love.” You gave your daughter one last kiss on her forehead before leaving her room, you checked your phone in hopes of a text, but your smile fell when you saw the lack of texts from him.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind him coming home late because you knew how busy filming for a movie could, after all, you used to be an actress before your daughter was born so you understood every struggle that came along with the job, however, what hurt the most was that it was your ten year anniversary and he hadn’t even crossed a single word with you during the whole day.

You didn’t get what was wrong, Tom had been as loving as always, if not more, but the way he was avoiding you only made you skeptical and seeing a mysterious text on his phone the previous night didn’t help the ideas that were brewing in your head.

Years ago, when you first started dating, you remember all those rumours that flew around the media after a lot of pictures of Tom and his close friend Zendaya appeared everywhere, many people were insinuating that he was cheating on you with her, but you knew better than to listen to those people because you knew they probably had nothing else to do.

But now… After your best friend sent you several pictures of Tom and his co-star hanging out after work, you started doubting; he hadn’t been acting the same for months and fights would replace most of the quality time you spent together.

You thought nothing of it back then, but when your husband walked into the house at almost three in the morning with barely visible hickeys all over his neck and the strong scent of a girl’s perfume, you knew exactly what had gone down while he was gone.

Tom didn’t notice you sitting on the couch waiting anxiously for him to return home, when he entered, he just walked right past you and into the kitchen, you heard as he dropped his things on the floor before he returned back to the living room and turned on the light, he was surprised to see you up at that time, “Tom, we have to talk and we need to do it now.”

“Y-Y/N, I promise this is not what it looks like.” Tom quickly said, knowing the way he looked had probably alarmed you, you could tell Tom was probably drunk off his ass.

“Save your apologies, I just want to know what the hell is wrong with you.” You told him before more apologies slipped off of his chapped lips, whatever happened, you wanted to get it done with, you wanted to know the answers to all the questions that had been in your head for weeks.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and now I see all these pictures of you and your Co-Star, please, just tell me, for how long has this been going on?”

“I was drunk, I swear, it only happened once.” He was quick to tell you, guilt had already consumed him and he didn’t want to lie to you anymore.

Your gaze fell to the floor, you didn’t even want to see Tom in the eyes, you couldn’t believe the person you loved most would hurt you like that.

“Am I supposed to believe it only happened once? When you’ve been acting so shady for weeks?” You replied back, Tom’s mouth was open, you expected him to reply to you almost immediately, but he didn’t.

“You have to believe me, baby, please, you are the only woman I want to love.”

“Oh, bullshit, don’t do this to me, Thomas, if you loved me enough you wouldn’t have done it, if you loved Y/D/N, you wouldn’t have done it.”

You just wanted him to leave so you could never see him again, you couldn’t, not without knowing what he had done, you pushed him out the door and to your surprise he walked out without resisting.

“Happy anniversary.” You told him before closing the door right on his face.


The sun rays were slowly starting to creep into your window as you laid sleeping peacefully on your bed, never wanting to lose the warmth being wrapped with the sheets gave you, however, your daughter didn’t like the idea.

The sound of her small feel hitting the ground as she ran to your room was the only sound that could be heard in your house that early in the morning.

Her small figure slipped into the room and climbed your bed, she poked your cheek with her little finger, a groan of annoyance came out of your mouth at your daughter’s actions.

“Tommy, stop, it’s too early for this.” You mumbled, your eyes still closed, Y/D/N’s eyebrows furrowed at your words.

“It’s me, mummy, don’t be silly.” Your eyes widened after she said that, for a second you forgot Tom wasn’t even living with you anymore.

“Uncle Haz and uncle Paddy are here.” She proceeded to say, if you weren’t awake then you surely were now, Tom hadn’t even tried contacting you in weeks so why would his best friend and brother show up all of a sudden.

You got out of bed and grabbed your sweater from the chair near the door, you quickly put it on and opened the bedroom door, you walked down the stairs, your daughter following behind.

Paddy and Harrison were already sitting on the couch waiting for you, you figured they had just let themselves in with the copy of the key you gave them in case they wanted to come over.

“Hi Y/N, um hope we didn’t wake you up,” Paddy told you with a guilty smile when he noticed your tired eyes, there were bags under your eyes, indicating that you hadn’t been sleeping well.

“I presume he sent you.” You answered after telling Y/D/N to go play in her room since you didn’t want her to listen to the conversation.

“Actually no, we wanted to talk to you about him Y/N.”

“He was completely wasted, not like it makes it better or anything, but they did nothing Y/N.” Haz tried to explain, “You know he adores you, you and Y/D/N are his world, he’s not dumb enough to throw that all away.

"We talked to her and yes, they kissed, but once he actually realised it wasn’t you, he pried her right off and came straight home.” Your gaze softened, tears were already spilling from your eyes, you trusted them and you trusted Tom, there was no reason for them to lie.

“Then why was he avoiding me for weeks and being so secretive?” You quickly questioned, you wanted to know the truth.

“He had been planning a surprise for your anniversary, he felt so guilty for leaving you alone.” Now you were the one feeling guilty for what you told him.

“Tom’s so in love with you, please just give him a chance.”

You were now sitting with your daughter on the floor as she played with some LEGOs, you had finally sent Tom a message and expected him to turn up at any minute.

He opened the door and you stood up from the floor, Tom started walking towards where you were, quick enough to wrap his arms around your waist tightly and tucking his head around your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I love you.” You relaxed in his arms and wrapped yours around him too.

“I’m so sorry too.”

Haul Away Bro


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Thanks to @thesnadger for providing most of Stan’s jokes :) 

“Well,” said Stan. “That didn’t work.”

Beside him, Ford groaned and rolled over onto his back.

“Brilliant observation, Stanley,” he grumbled. “Truly enlightening.”

Stan shrugged. “Nah, if it was enlightening we’d be able to see better.”

He couldn’t see his brother’s expression in the dark, but the tenor of the groaning beside him changed.

“Besides, you’re the one who’s always going on about the importance of negative results.”

“Ah, yes,” said Ford. “Scientific query: Can we get out of this hole? Preliminary results: No. I’m sure all the big journals are just dying to read the abstract.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Stan, grinning preemptively. “A research paper about holes sounds pretty … deep to me!”

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Knight of the Night (Modern Superhero/Vigilante Au!Matt)

Originally posted by adamblessdriver

A/N: KotN IS BACKKKK!!!! Hopefully I upload Sugar this week as well lol.

Summary: Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. It was a problematic community, but not as terrible as some other towns and colleges. But somehow, he always found himself always somehow saving someone, literally. After a crazy night, will Matt dare venture to become the hero this place needs?

Knight of the Night Collection

Vol. #3- Partners in Crime

It has been a few weeks, but it had been an unspoken agreement that the four college students would become an inseparable group that was always hanging out. Even if, the reasons weren’t exactly specified. But it was rush week and the group ran from party to party almost every night. The partner system was implicated by Phasma, which was then split to Co-ed by Hux; which is how Matt became closer to you. He didn’t know if he should thank Hux or kick him out the door. But it was clear that it wasn’t the latter as you seemed to want a friendship with him. It surprised him the first time Hux shared this idea when you snaked your arms around his.He clumsily followed you wherever and whenever at every party. Matt began to doubt that you’d really were in it for the friendship, but rather the drinks as you were only 20 years old and some of the party’s had employed real bartenders. Regardless of the fact that the two didn’t have the same classes or dormed near each other, Matt only saw you at these type of events and your conversations deemed from ridiculously hilarious to passionate madness as the alcoholic concoction wet your lips.

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10 COMMANDMENTS: STEVIE NICKS - Q Magazine, March 2017



I’m scared, that’s what I am. Before shows, some people – me, Mick [Fleetwood, [ drummer], we get panic attacks. I have always been terribly nervous before shows. So I am so rehearsed and ready that I could be dead and stand up there and still sing the right words and do the right thing. Cocaine almost killed me. It’s better to just not do it. Eventually you’ll have to stop so start saving your money for rehab now. 


Touring with Fleetwood Mac in the ’70s, cocaine was almost part of the daily routine. But when I talk about it now, I would never want the kids of today to think that I’m saying it was something good. Cos it really wasn’t something good. It almost destroyed my life. It almost killed me, and almost killed a lot of people I know. So if anybody thinks it’s safe now – it’s not. It’s better to just not do it. Because you will eventually have to stop, so start saving your money for rehab now. It’s so expensive. 


I’ve been listening to The Weeknd’s records. I play them one after the other when I’m in my bathroom getting ready to go out, or just hanging out with myself. He’s brilliant. And his voice – he could have come straight out of 1975 – he could have been like Stevie Winwood. He’s over-talented. But if I were to meet him, I would probably say: “You say over and over again words that I would prefer you didn’t say. I think they’re unnecessary. However, even though I think a lot of your songs are super-dirty, I still really like ’em! So I’ve given you a pass on that!” 


I saw Adele at the Grammys [Adele had to restart a performance of George Michael’s Fastlove], and that song was a very hard song to sing for George Michael. It’s all about the syllables. I have a song on my 24 Karat Gold album, Mabel Normand, that’s exactly the same. That’s the reason we’re not doing it onstage. Because if you take a breath, you get off the beat. You’re one word too late, you can never get back on, and you’re dead in the water. 


Onstage is the one time you can’t bemoan how you feel. Even if you have pneumonia, you have to say: “I’m leaving that in the dressing room and I’m walking out and I’m gonna be great. And when I come offstage, then I can burst into tears.” 


I love Game Of Thrones. [Author Author] George RR Martin is my age [68 ] and it blows my mind that he’s able to create this vast, interlinked world. As a songwriter I write little movies, but I can’t imagine writing even one small book. But then, probably, somebody like him would say, “I couldn’t imagine writing Landslide.” 


In the 24 Karat Gold show, I’m singing songs that are new old songs – the ones that should have gone on [Fleetwood Mac’s] Tusk and Tango In The Night, and on [solo albums] Bella Donna, The Wild Heart and Rock A Little. And they didn’t: not because they weren’t good enough, but because I didn’t like how they were done at the time. I didn’t like the producers’ concept, whether it was Lindsey [Buckingham, Fleetwood Mac bandmate] or Jimmy Iovine. So I pulled them. So the way the songs are recorded on 24 Karat Gold is exactly how they were done as demos. 


I give Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and [Jefferson Airplane singer] Grace Slick the three nods. From Grace I got her slinky-ness. Janis was just little with a big attitude and big hair and feathers, and a drop-dead amazing voice. And Jimi was completely and utterly humble. So from those three people I got slinky, attitude and humility – and that was my stage performance. 


Chrissie Hynde and I have been touring America together. She’s just fantastic. A lot of the people in her group say they haven’t seen her that happy in 30 years. And I love that so much. Because I never wanted Chrissie to feel like she was opening for me. I wanted her to feel that it was a complete and utter double bill. But because the tour was my idea, I got to go on last, basically.


I’ve always loved Tom Petty, from Refugee to Breakdown, all thosesongs. Tom’s an easy writer – very unlike Lindsey, more like myself. When Tom goes up there onstage, he might as well be in his studio or his living room with the stereo banging. 

Stevie Nicks plays BST Hyde Park on 9 July. Tickets are available now.

lukeyloulou  asked:

Hello! Could you do 86 with Fionn Whitehead please? Whatever circumstance :)

#86 with Fionn Whitehead ft. The Dunkirk boys. Hope you like it💜

**************************************************************** To say that being the only women in a cast full of men was overwhelming, was an understatement. You still wondered how you got through the first few months of shooting with all your hair intact.

The guys while all were gentlemen had taken the liking to pulling harmless little pranks on you, wether on set or at the hotel you were all staying at. The only ones who did not partake in these pranks were Cillian and Hardy. They thought they were too old for childish shenanigans as they would call them.

The ones that would usually be the masterminds of the whole situation were the troublesome threesome, as you would call them, which were Harry, Jack and Barry. Tom (Glynn Carney), Anuerin and Fionn would always do what the other three planned.
It had really driven you mad, you couldn’t be on set alone without glancing in every direction or speed walking just to get to the station you were needed at.

But something had been off today. Not once had you seen the boys and it was already 5 in the evening, plus it was a break day, which meant you didn’t have to do any shooting. You found it quite strange that they had not yet crossed paths with any one of them. Which is why you decided to take matters in to your own hands and walked down to Harry’s room, which is were you knew they all were hanging out, courtesy of the group chat.

Once you were outside you knocked on the door and moments later you were met with the big teddy bear that was Jack Lowden. “Y/N, love, we were just talking about you.”

“You were?”

“Yes, now come in, come in. Lads look who’s here!”

When you entered the room everyone looked up and you were met with a series of Huey’s and Hellos. You noticed they were all sat in the small living room the quarters provided, some beer packs and chip bags littered around the coffee table.

“Perfect timing love, we were jus’ talking ‘bout yeh.” Harry told you.

You nodded and crossed your arms, “So I heard, might I know what about.”

It was Tom who responded, “Only that your an amazing co-star and frankly a sweetheart for having put up with us all this time.” All they boys made some type of noise in agreement with what tom had said.

You only pursed your lips and gave them an incredulous look. Something was definitely wrong. “You are all remarkably well behaved tonight……what did you do?”

That got them to shut up. They all looked at you before looking at each other, and you noticed some of them were holding back their laughter and trying not to smile. The only one who barely had a reaction was Fionn, which worked in your favour seeing as he was probably the easiest to pressure into telling you.

But before you could question Fionn, Jack stepped up beside you and pulled you into a side hug, “Now why do you think we would do something Y/N/N, we’re a bunch of angels.”

You rolled your eyes, “Angels of Darkness maybe.”

Barry gasped and put a hand to his chest, “That hurt love, we are capable of no evil. Buuut now that you mention evil, you just made me remember we are going to t h fun fair tonight.”

“We are?” The fun fair was something that apparently happened in Dunkerque every summer. It was your typical little traveling fair, equipped with small mechanical rides, game stands and delicious little cart food.

Anuerin was quick to nod his head, “Yea, we heard around that it has an amazing haunted house and we had to go check it out.”

You gave them all a snide eye. They knew you hated, absolutely hated, scary things, and you found it quite odd that after weeks of wanting to go to the fair and them denying it they finally want to go. They always gave you a million excuses and reasons as to why you should not go, but they just heard there was a haunted house and they magically all want to go.

“Um but what about…” you quickly thought of an excuse, “What about Harry, what if he gets recognized and mobbed or something.”

“We got that covered love,” he replied. He quickly took out a box set which you recognized as one of those fake moustache and beard sets they would usually sell around Halloween. “I’ll just put these on and we’ll be on our way.”

“Do you honestly think that’ll be enough?”

“Nop, which is why I also bought a hat and clothing I definitely would not wear.” He told you while giving you a cheeky smile, “Aren’t you excited we’re going, yeh’ve been pestering us about it fo’ weeks.”

You bit your tongue, you really had no good excuse for not going, they had reeled you into their trap. “Fine, lets go.”


A while later you all found yourself outside the haunted house the fun fair provided. You were all stood in line waiting for your turn to go in.

“Well the good thing is we don’t have to walk, there’s little carts to take us around.”

“The bad thing is we can only go in pairs,” Harry pointed out, “there’s an odd number of us.”

“I’ll take one for the team, plus this girl in front of us also does not have someone to ride with, so I’ll offer my services,” Jack spoke out.

You looked at him, “How do you even know that?”

“I overheard.”

Tom clapped his hands, “Well guess that settles it then. I’ll ride with Barry.”

“And I’ll go with Harry,” Anuerin said as he patted the horribly disguised boys back.

Jack turned to Fionn and Y/N, “Guess that leaved you two to ride together.”

You turned to Fionn who remained particularly quiet through out the night, and who had also been glaring at the boys since they had arrived to the fair. You turned back to the other boys before nodding, “I’m alright with going in with Fionn.”

Truth be told you were more than alright. You hadn’t told anyone but you had taking a liking to the quiet boy since you first met. You had been instantly drawn to each other, sparking up a friend ship after the first table read.

The line kept moving and soon enough you were sat beside Fionn on the small monster shaped cart. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders as well. You noticed Fionn had kind of avoided looking at you or even addressing you for the whole night.

“Hey,” you turned to him, “is everything alright, you’ve been strangely quiet.”

Fionn then turned to you and gave you a small smile, “yea everything’s fine actually. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

You smiled in return but before you could reply the cart jolted forwards and you were pushed through the doors of the Haunted house. It was super dark inside and some sort of terrifying music had begun to play. You unconsciously moved closer to Fionn, somehow managing to squish your bodies closer in the already restricted cart. By the first jump scare you had already had enough, you quickly turned your face to hide it on Fionn’s shoulder. You kept your head there because you didn’t dare look up and after a few moments you felt Fionn wrap his arm around you, somehow managing to pull you closer.

You looked up and through the small light provided in the ride you managed to make out Fionn looking down at you. You locked gazes and stayed like that for a while before he made the first move and leaned down to kiss you.

It was slow at first, the both of you beginning to get the rhythm of it, and once you had found it the kiss became deeper, more tender. You moved your hand to the back of his head and began threading your fingers through his short slightly curly locks.

You would’ve continued you small make out session but were interrupted by an obnoxiously loud scare jump which made you both bump your foreheads quite hard.


“Bloody hell.”

You both looked back up to each other and let out a laugh.

“So that happened…” you quietly spoke up.

Fionn nodded, “Yeah it did….I’m glad it did.” ****************************************************************

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TF2 Headcanon - Demo/Spy & Sniper/Scout

The basic headcanon is that Spy KNOWS he’s amazing, but maybe certain teammembers have all mentioned that Demo is The Best at kissing, and a handful of other things (and he’s most concerned about Scout knowing that, bu the runner is really just yanking his chain and parroting what Sniper told him about the explosives expert).

Fed-up, Spy goes to confront the guy over this whole seducing his son and the rest of the team, nonsense. Openly outraged at such impropriety in their ranks.
Demo listens, nodding along to each complaint and french curse with a deadpan expression, trying not to smile at the idea he’d stolen poor little Scout’s innocence and Spy was (in the most roundabout way possible) trying to defend his son’s honour.

But really, he knew what this was about.

When Spy finally stops talking, he tilts his head, grins and says, “So ye’re jealous I hadnae gotten around to ye faster, is that it?”

And Spy reels for a moment before stuttering out something most likely blistering in French, and glaring.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then, laddie?” Demo leans back in his chair a long moment, sincerely trying not to laugh at the whole scenario, then stands up. “Well, you know ye could have just asked, right?”

“I would never degrade myself to do such a thing,” Spy snarls back, suddenly questioning why he even came.

“The asking, the kissing, or the fact you’re seething with jealousy that I got to ye last, Spook?” Demo responds, backing the other into a verbal corner.

Spy’s expression hardens as he tries to find a verbal retort; though the temptation to flip  the bird at the Scot and cloak was incredibly tempting. The worst part was he got the impression that the man was right… and that would sincerely mean he’d lost control of himself and his sanity.

He was the one who did the seducing, had people unconsciously adoring him, wondering what it would be like if he was to-… and he’d leave it open to interpretation. It was also a challenge, and he disliked someone claiming to be more skillful than himself.

Indeed, there may be some other personal motivations, but still… Spy must be the best. Ironically, he was the one who nearly jumped out of his skin when Demo suddenly appeared closer than before, placing a hand to his shoulder. Spy must have gotten lost in thought, been quiet for far too long for the other to think of invading his personal space so significantly.

“I know I’m a lot to take in, lad, but do ye want a drink to help you get over the shock of wanting tae kiss a Scotsman?” Demo offers, half-jesting, but still holding a bottle of Scrumpy in his free hand.

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anonymous asked:

LOVED your fic recs! You mentioned that you had runner-ups, what are they? I'm curious because we have similar fic tastes and I've read most on your list.

Thanks mate! I’m glad you appreciated that and yes, I was originally going to post 15 fics, but I cut it down to 10 because I’m a lazy bastard. The following are honorable mentions to my treasure trove (or part two, view it anyway you want.)

  • Make a Wish by AcrobatElle
    • Rated: E
    • Noted Features: Wish Realm!AU, Canon Divergence (Season 6), Wish Realm Fix It, Older!Killian, Porn with Feelings
    • Author’s Description: Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds. 
    • Rose’s Review: If I were a bigger cunt than I already am, I would just download this fic and sent it to A&E and be like “See this? This is what you should have done you bloody fucking wankers instead of going for the laugh!” (I’m not bitter I promise.) This isn’t just amazingly crafted Captain Swan smut, it’s amazingly crafted Captain Swan smut that rips out your heart and makes you weep for Wish!Hook because he’s just so unhappy but so gracious and in love with Emma (all Killians are in love with all Emma’s, let’s just face it). He really could have been bitter but he’s just so accepting and encouraging of Emma and his main verse self that it makes you want to curl in a corner with a bottle of rosé and weep to “White Flag” by Dido. It doesn’t make you cry because it’s angsty, it makes you cry because they just fucking love each other so much and Wish!Hook kinda gets the raw deal because he has no Emma of his own. He arguably doesn’t really exist but you still feel bad because despite the fact he was unhappy that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a good heart. Ugh. Just read it and have feels. 

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It’s Not Funny, Chris!

Originally posted by gossipinq

Originally posted by romanianlovespell

Chris Evans x Teenage! Best Friend! Reader!

Request: One shot please of ChrisXTeenage! Best Friend! Reader is bffs with Chris (like in the other teenage best friend and Chris one shots) and reader accidentally lets it slip that she has a huge crush on Sebastian Stan, so next time the 3 are together Chris teases the reader and Seb thinks it’s really cute and teases her. Just fluffy!! Thank you so much love your blog so much!! Xx


Genre: Friendship, Humor, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, fluff, and teasing

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

There was one thing that you always knew that really irked your nerves because you couldn’t tell anybody. You had a crush on Sebastian Stan. Yeah, being a teenager and all, it was hard to not like the guy. Especially when you were a marvels fan and best friends with his co star Chris Evans. Yeah, that’s right. You, (Y/n) (L/n), were best friends with Chris Evans and all of the other stars of the Avengers and the Captain America trilogy. You don’t really even know how it happened. It just…happened. Just like when you walk into a room and can’t remember why you did? Yeah. That kind of happened. But this crush wasn’t old. No. It all started when Sebastian came over to you and Chris on the set of the Captain America: The First Avenger. They had to shoot a scene and Sebastian flashed you a friendly smile and bam, your ovaries were gone. It wasn’t like that all the time but you can still remember the smile, the way his eyes twinkled and-

“Earth to (y/n)!”

You gasped and jumped, looking over at Chris.


Chris laughed and he gave a knowing smile and a wink.

“You were thinking about Sebastian again, weren’t you?”

Your cheeks and ears went red though you glared and protested.

“I was not! I was thinking about the new CA movie you’re gonna do. Civil War is gonna break me, I swear.”

“Because Bucky has more screen time?”


He laughed hard, slapping his knee and Chris teased, his blue eyes shining in delight at the knowledge of knowing that you had a huge crush on Sebastian.

“You are so in too deep. My god, just watching you turn red makes my day.”

By now, you could have been mistaken for a tomato…or even a lobster. You couldn’t decide.

“Chris, stop teasing me!”

“But it’s fun!”

“So is kicking your nuts in.”

Chris huffed but still smiled. You had accidently let it slip that you had a crush on Sebastian whenever they had gotten done with a new scene for civil war. Sebastian had taken his shirt off and if it wasn’t obvious that you were checking him out, then the drool running down your face did it. You had muttered that Sebastian had a nice body and a really cute butt, and Chris was hollering with laughter. Not even realizing you said it out loud; you had turned red and then hid your face when Sebastian looked over, a look of amusement and wonder in his eyes. Now, you were sitting on the couch with Chris, one week later.

“Oh by the way, Sebastian is coming over today to hand with us and then play beer pong.”

You stayed still for a moment before it really sunk in. Eyes going wide, you looked over at Chris and said in a low tone.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did.”

“You’re such an ass!”

Chris laughed and replied.

“Well, you can’t leave the poor guy just fucking hanging there! Tell him!”

“No! Don’t you know how weird and awkward it would be?!”

I gave Chris and exasperated look.

“I think Sebastian would be flattered, in all honesty.”

“I think he would be disgusted.”

Just then, the doorbell rang and Chris smirked while I groaned and hid my face in a pillow. Chris shot up, opening the door and he smiled wide.


Sebastian came in, smiling and he waved to you, smiling brightly. You waved back shyly and glared at Chris when he made a kissy face at you.

‘I’m gonna kill that fucking boy, I swear.’

“Hey (y/n)!”

“…hey Sebby.”

He sat down beside you on your left while Chris reclaimed his spot on your right. Sebastian asked you, not looking at Chris.

“What are we watching?”

You were able to get the image of his lips out of your mind for a second and replied, grabbing the first CA.

“We’re gonna watch the first two Captain America’s and then we’re gonna play beer pong.”

Sebastian nodded and Chris sassed.

“You just want to watch Captain America so you can drool over Sebastian.”


He snorted and Sebastian gave a questioning look towards you two. Chris started to make kissy faces and you threw the pillow at him, yelling.

“Would you stop?! He’s sitting right there!”

That’s when it clicked in Sebastian’s head. You had a crush on him.

“That’s adorable.”

Sebastian commented, smiling wide. Chris grinned in triumph while you gave Sebastian a horrified look.

“What?! No its not! Do you know how awkward its gonna be to be around you? Like, I’m not gonna be able to function with my daily life because of this and now that you know, because Chris is a fucking asshole who can shove a dick up his ass, I’m gonna die and oh my god, I need to crawl under a rock.”

Sebastian was laughing with Chris and Sebastian replied, kneeling beside you and ruffling your hair.

“I’m more flattered than anything, Dragoste.”

‘Shit, he spoke in Romanian. Let me die. Softly. Slowly.’

“I told you so!”

Chris yelled and you sighed, asking softly.

“You don’t think it’s weird that you potential best friend likes you?”

“Eh, just a little. But I promise it’s very flattering to know.”

I smiled a bit and he hugged me.

All was well.


jaeminprince  asked:

ok so i found your blog a couple of hours ago and i'm obsessed???? its so good??? I was wondering if you could do some highschool au hc's with the paladins (and maybe allura and coran), it would be awesome if you could:)

a really long post ahead. I’ll try to put it under the cut if i can find out how to do so on mobile. Thank u sm for requesting! Done by Admin Coran

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