The first time Finn spars with another Resistance infantryman, he breaks the guy’s arm, and then looks confused as to why everyone is yelling at him. “Sorry,” he says, looking mostly confused, maybe a little amused. “I thought we were sparring.”
“Sepsis,” Major Calonia says, without a trace of humor in her voice. Finn is straight-faced, his lips pinched so tightly that they’re nearly grey. “It doesn’t hurt,” Finn insists, his body taut when Calonia digs a finger into the swollen, reddish area. He doesn’t even flinch—but then, when has Finn ever flinched?
“Don’t—don’t report me for reconditioning, okay?” Finn begs Poe, even thought they’re both drunk, and Finn has spent the past half-hour talking about how Rey fucking smells, and that maybe, just maybe, the Resistance won’t win because he’s seen—you’ve seen it too, Poe, you know how strong the First Order is, maybe virtue isn’t enough? “We don’t recondition people, buddy,” Poe says, and his nails maybe scrape a little over the nape of Finn’s neck,and maybe Finn shivers. “We’re the Resistance, remember? Good guys.” “Okay,” Finn breathes, but his mouth-eyes-hands are hard, unconvinced. “Okay.”
Q: How many people can you kill in sixty seconds? A: It’s less than Finn. Poe and Rey have done a study. It’s less. Just—trust them.
Every man considers himself an agent of his convictions. But there is a great danger in coming up against a man who genuinely acts on them. Namely, he knows exactly what he is against. He is unlikely to compromise. And at the end of the day, he will not go back. Not ever, no matter what you offer.
GOTTA REBOOT THIS SHIT FOR CAPTAIN-OF-THE-SALTY-SETTERS-SQUAD, PUTS-UP-WITH-WAY-TOO-MUCH-NONSESNE, SOFT BABY, HARDCORE FUCK YOU UP, ONLY-STZ-NOT-TO-GET-IN-ON-A-SPORTS-SCHOLARSHIP, SECOND YEAR REGULAR REGARDLESS, PROBABLY DOESNT SLEEP ENOUGH, SASSY RICH BOY, TAKES NO SHIT, WILL-NOT-HESITATE-TO-PUNCH-YOU, HIGH-KEY NERD, WILL-NOT-CARE-IF-HE-OFFENDS-YOU-THAT-WAS-ACTUALLY-THE-POINT-ANYWAY, GOSH-DANG-IM-SO-HIGH-KEY-FOR-THIS-FUCKER, "THE SETTER THAT STANDS OUT THE LEAST," STUBBORN AF,
silveramoebasquid said: KENJ-WHY-IS-THERE-SO-MUCH-TAPE-ON-YOUR-HANDS-PLZ-TAKE-CARE-OF-YOURSELF-BB, WILL COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, TRY-HARD KOUHAI, ANNOYED SENPAI, TOP SCHOOL’S STAR SETTER, PROBABLY IN DENIAL OF 90% OF HIS FEELINGS, WORK HARD STUDY HARD PLAY HARD, MADE OF SALT AND ANGER, NO CHILL, RAGE QUIT, OCCASIONALLY A DECENT HUMAN BEING, REALLY JUST AN ASSHOLE ALL OF THE TIME ACTUALLY, THE-ONLY-STAR-IN-MY-SKY, BARELY-EVEN-ACKNOWLEDGED-AS-A-CHARACTER-TO-SOME-PEOPLE? BUT-REALLY-HES-THE-BEST,
silveramoebasquid said: PROBABLY /WOULDN’T/ MURDER EVERYONE? IF YOU PAID HIM? LARGE ENOUGH SUMS OF $?, SHORT PUNK-ASS, NOT ACTUALLY THAT SHORT, STILL SHORTER THAN ME HAH, THE ONLY ONE I LOVE (OTHER THAN YOU), SPECIAL BAB, SHIRABAE, KENJ, KENJIBU, PIECE OF SHIT, LIGHT OF MY LIFE, SHIRABABY, DEFINITELY-MY-BOYFRIEND-IN-AN-ALTERNATE-REALITY-SOMEHWERE, SHIRABUBU, SWAN-KID, ME: FORGETS HIS ACTUAL NAME BC OF ALL THE NICKNAMES I CALL HIM,
silveramoebasquid said: TRUE ANGEL, JUST-KIDDING-THATS-A-LIE, HE’S-THE-WORST, BUT-STILL-AMAZING-YA-FEEL?, SLIDES-FURUDATE-$5-CMON-PUT-HIM-BACK-IN-THE-MANGA, *COUGHCOUGH* TERUSHIRA *COUGH*, SHUT-UP-ITS-CANON, PROMINENT AND VALUED MEMBER OF STZ, WILL-DO-GREAT-AS-CAPTAIN-NEXT-YEAR, IM-SO-PROUD-OF-HIM, MINOR CHARACTER BUT STILL IMPORTANT, “YOU CAN ALL EAT SHIT” SHIRABU KENJIROU WHAT UP
Being the Daughter of Wendy and Peter Pan and Dating Harry Hook Headcanons
Requested: By @rwbyisthemostawesometeaminbeacon : Hello! So, first off, I just want to say I love you and your writing so much! Keep up the good work. So, may I request a Dating Harry Hook and being the daughter of Peter Pan and Wendy Darling Headcannons? (Pandy is one of my first OTPs since the live action movie XD) If so, then thank you so much and have a great day!
Notes: I’ll be honest, I’ve been waiting for this request. If I hadn’t gotten one I probably would have just written it without a request cause I wanted to do it. 💙💜💙💜
(Not my gif)
Ben convinces you to show Harry around and help him adjust to Auradon. Harry flirts with you the entire time, and neither of you seem to be too bothered by your parents past.
You teach Harry how to count properly. Seems Hook’s fear of clocks bled a little into counting, and Harry never properly learned.
It gets brought up a lot when you two start dating. You remember your mother and father’s stories about Captain Hook, but Harry wasn’t him. Plus the entire point of the VKs coming to Auradon is to try and put everyone’s parents past to the side.
Your cousins, the sons of your Uncles John and Michael, really don’t like Harry. They don’t trust him and think he’s just a no good pirate. You threaten to tell their mothers of how unaccepting they’re being though and they shut up pretty fast.
Harry refers to you as his little lost girl or his darling. You’ll jokingly call him captain. Not around Uma though. In all honesty, Harry isn’t surprised that you can fly. He actually expected it. You used pixie dust to make him fly, which turns into one of the most amusing things you’ve ever seen. You’re his happy thought.
He only chuckles whenever you fly past him and kiss his cheek or something similar, he found it cute.
He flirts with you constantly, enjoying how red you’ll get if you’re a bit shy. Or he’ll smirk when you flirt back with him.
Harry either has to keep a training tip on his hook, or it gets shrunken down and he wears it as a necklace. Either way you’re fascinated by it. You’re the only one besides Uma he lets touch or hold it.
You tell him stories about Neverland while he trains for tourney or practices sword fighting. Harry and you have made one another promises to visit Neverland and sail the seas for a time after school.
Your mother was fairly welcoming of Harry, she felt he deserved a chance, he wasn’t his father. Your father wasn’t as welcoming, but the second Harry made a snarky joke, the two hit off and the whole night was filled with laughter.
Harry teaches you how to steer a pirate ship, the two of you running off down to where Uma’s ship had been docked. You spent the entire day out on the water, the air filled with laughter. He watched on proudly with his arms wrapped around you when you successfully docked the ship.
You’re his happy thought and he’s yours, and that’s how it’ll stay.
finds me at the end of a day.
just like a dream, it feels like you’re next to me.
perhaps we were always together.
the countless stories
you told about your daily life
were so precious to me.
when will i finally be able to tell you?
hello, i feel a bit shy but
allow me to say a greeting.
to you, who gave me such comfort.
i’ll always remember
your voice that patted and soothed me.
the blue nights we shared together
all the days that were dazzlingly bright.
even if we’re far apart
we’re always together, my, my darling.
twelve o'clock, the space between today and tomorrow.
you, beyond the radio.
are you always there?
when i’d meet you at the end of a day
and race from midnight through dawn
gradually my weary heart
would peacefully fall asleep.
over the frequencies, what kind of things
would we be able to share.
the idea of someone waiting for me
was probably my greatest comfort.
really, just once
i really wanted to tell you these words.
because i know you’d be happy to hear
bling bling, very, very sweet heart.
that’s what your voice feels like to me.
i came to rest today, too.
how was your day?
this is a secret, but
i’ve been waiting for you forever.
twelve o'clock, the space between today and tomorrow.
you, beyond the radio.
are you always there?
when i’d meet you at the end of a day
and race from midnight through dawn
gradually my weary heart
would peacefully fall asleep.
tick tock, tick tock.
beyond the flow of time.
a person who found me by coincidence.
the really great memories of
the beginnings and ends of days we spent together.
now it’s time for us to part
even if you’re far away
i hope you’ll always be well.
translator’s note: “my, my darling” was literally just “my, my you” in korean (토닥토닥, 쓰담쓰담) (onomatopoeia’s for “pat pat, caress caress”) have been paraphrased.
A/N: This is my birthday gift to my darling Stephie, @torn-and-frayed. I don’t do mushy, but here goes: you are awesome, and as I’ve told you… you’re the reason I started tumbrling and writing and I’m so glad we started talking. Hope you have a great birthday, dude.
“What the hell is all this?”
As soon as you stepped through the Bunker door you knew something was up. Well, in truth you’d known all day. Dean had sent you out of town with a weird list of supplies and had been dodging your calls all day. You knew he was up to something, you just didn’t know what. Until now.
Your fingers gripped the metal rail as you leaned over the balcony, looking down into the War Room. It was definitely a sight to behold. The air was filled with bright blue balloons, some tied to chairs in bunches, others flying free against the high ceiling. The glowing table was filled with groups of various items, and Dean Winchester stood by the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a rather nervous grin.
“Y/N,” he greeted as you descended the steps quickly, “Happy birthday, baby.”
“What did you do?” you laughed as Dean grabbed your hips and lifted you down the last two steps to stand beside him.
He kissed your cheek and motioned towards the table, holding your hand as he led you over to it. “Well, I know you were kind of freaking out about turning thirty, so I thought I would show you that thirty can be good.”
Bitty was toweling off his hair
when he heard his phone buzz. Resigned to the fact that the Georgia humidity
was going to ruin any careful sculpting he wanted to do, Bitty huffed a sigh
and went to check his phone.
J-Z: Thank you for the cookies, Bittle.
Bitty grinned at the text. He
paused before typing, wondering if he shouldn’t cover himself up before
responding to Jack. He gnawed his lip for a minute and smiled. Well, if he got
a little thrill out of texting his crush in the buff – that was between him and
the lord, no reason for Jack Zimmermann to worry his pretty little head over
Me: Anytime, honey.
Bitty sighed and flopped on his
bed, phone resting on his chest. Lord, just thinking about that boy made him
feel flushed. He gave a little yelp when the phone buzzed again, sending a
tingle through his body.
J-Z: What are you up to?
“This boy,” Bitty said to Señor Bun,
who offered Bitty a sympathetic look.
Me: Nothing much. Just working out and eating more protein!
“Lord, he puts a
period after everything,” Bitty showed the text to Bun.
am! I’ve been doing the chest press variations you showed me, I think it’s made
a big difference.
“Yeah?” Bitty looked at Bun. “What the hell does yeah mean?”
It sounded kind of like
flirting, but one never knew with Jack. He could just want Bitty’s new chest
measurements to mark off on some sort of Team Workout Progress chart he made in his
flirting, Jack isn’t programmed to flirt…right?”
Bun didn’t seem
to have a lot of thoughts on the subject. Bitty looked at the text one more
time and screwed up his mouth. Well, Jack wanted to know about his progress,
maybe Bitty should show him. Just because Jack was a hockey robot didn’t mean
Bitty couldn’t have a little harmless fun flirting.
“He’ll probably just
think it’s informative, right?”
Before Bun could talk him out of it, Bitty
hopped up. Running a hand through his hair, Bitty held out the camera, made his
signature selfie face, framed the shot to show off his chest and abs, and flexed his
heart was hammering, so he took one second to check his face in the picture and
then immediately sent it to Jack.
Bitty sat his phone down and shivered, the AC finally
driving him to put some clothes on. When he was decent, he checked his phone –
no new messages.
Not even a haha for his efforts? That
was disappointing. On a whim, he checked the conversation – maybe Jack had
responded and his phone had just failed to notify him? Bitty looked at the
texts, nothing since he sent the picture.
What was that in the background?
Bitty pulled up
the pic and promptly dropped his phone.
His mirror. The
full-length mirror that Moomaw had given to him on his 14th
birthday. Bitty hadn’t even noticed it behind him. Sadly the camera had,
offering the viewer a full-length view of Bitty’s completely naked backside.
“Oh God,” Bitty whispered,
wrapping Bun in a panicked hug. “I just sexted Jack Zimmermann.”
Wow! I loved that movie so much. I wanted to go right back in as soon as it was over with. Since I JUST got out, here are a few jumbled thoughts that I have about it. SPOILERS warnings apply:
•Jon Bernthal was hardly in it at all. I thought he was gonna be in it and be a villain, but nope. Showed up once and you never see him again. For the short time he was on screen, he was good.
•Ansel Elgort was AMAZING!!! He is going to be my generation’s leading man. Seriously, this dude’s got a bright future ahead of him. He was charismatic, charming, and adorable, but you bought it when he was being a bad ass.
•I LOVED the character of Baby. Oh my god. Just everything. The fact that he loves music. The fact that he knows sign language because his foster father is deaf. The fact that he’d been driving since he was “tall enough to see over the dashboard.” Possibly the most likable protagonist I’ve seen in years.
•Kevin Spacey Yo! You can’t go wrong with Kevin Spacey.
•Jamie Foxx (Bats) freaking surprised me in this movie! I knew he was a damn good actor, but I’ve never seen Jamie Foxx be intimidating and scary (His role in Spider-Man was neither). He was fantastic in this movie. I bought that he was this scary criminal who wasn’t just intimidating because he would shoot someone in the face for no reason. Bats was like a frigging Sherlock! Deducing his partners and talking about their weaknesses. Dude was crazy!
•Lily James as Deborah was really good. Her accent kept changing and that threw me a little. But she was adorable and she had great chemistry with Baby. I totally bought their relationship, although I did get some Romeo and Juliet vibes. They only knew each other for a few days and he claimed that he loved her. That was the only part that really took me out of the movie. But I could buy it.
•Buddy and Darling could have been really annoying. But Jon Hamm and Eiza González’s chemistry really grabbed me and I loved their characters separate and especially together. Buddy actually turned out to be my favorite character because I legitimately could not have called where they took his character and I like it when movies surprise me. On top of that, Jon Hamm was so sexy in this movie, oh my god. I found it hard to concentrate when he was on screen because of how god damn good looking Buddy was. I have a villain complex to begin with, but making Jon Hamm a bad guy… *drools* I won’t say anymore.
•The stunts were amazing but what made the action scenes INCREDIBLE was how Edgar Wright synced the scenes with the music. The gun shots and crashes and shifting gears were all synced to whatever music Baby was listening to and it was awesome. Along with the random high pitches throughout the movie to remind us that Baby had tinnitus, the audio in this movie really helped the audience see and hear the world as Baby did.
In short, go see Baby Driver. It was such a unique movie with amazing, well developed, colorful characters, a banging soundtrack, AMAZING stunt work, and a satisfying ending. I promise this movie is not overhyped. It’s so good.
…you are one of the biggest inspirations I’ve ever had in this life. You make me happy every day, make me feel safe when I am scared and you never make me feel alone. You are such a talented man with a beautiful soul. How often I think about you; how often I wish I could just tell you how much I adore you.
You are perfect in every way possible - you have the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen, the most adorable smile, a flawless appearance, a fabulous humour, a magnificent personality and a breathtaking voice.
Even though your body may not be on this earth anymore, your spirit carries on through every word you’ve written, every tone you’ve played and every song you’ve performed. I just know you are here for everyone who needs you, every single person you’ve inspired.
All I really want to say is thank you. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. For every time you’ve helped me out of my sadness. For every time you gave me motivation and courage through your songs. For every time you made me feel secure and loved. For every time you made me feel beautiful and brave. I cannot thank you enough.
Anyway, darling. I just want you to know how much I love you and how much of an influence you have on my life. There’s not a single day I don’t think about you and I am so very proud to be your fan. I love you.
Another done! This is so fluffy and cheesy I love it. Thank you to @carryonmylovelies for helping with this fic and so many others. Enjoy :D
Today has been a nightmare. My boss decided to be a total wanker and make me rewrite all my reports. I had to stay for an extra two hours. My bones ache and my brain is foggy. Being a responsible adult with a job really sucks sometimes. I told Snow to order in since I wouldn’t be home to make dinner. All I want to do is eat some disgustingly greasy take out food, then maybe that ice cream sitting in the freezer for desert. A dream come true.
I walk in through the front door of our apartment. I violently kick off my oxfords and drop my briefcase on the ground with a thud.
“I’m home!’ I announce. There’s a faint smell of tomato in the air. Snow must’ve ordered pasta or pizza. Both sound good right now.
Little feet pad down the hallway closer and closer. Tasha nearly slides into the wall with her fuzzy princess socks. She runs up to me with big happy 5 year old smile. My mood immediately improves.
me getting coffee with my good friend andrew garfield: a fanfic
me: oh hey andrew i’m so sorry i’m late the TTC was running behind schedule and my train went out of service at st. clair west so we all had to haul off out of the train and wait on the platform for -
andrew: oh!! don’t worry about it! i already picked up your order.
me: a raspberry white chocolate frappuccino with extra whip? andrew, you shouldn’t have!
andrew: oh… it’s nothing…
me: no i mean you really shouldn’t have… i have the starbucks rewards app so i get points every time i buy starbucks and i was kinda counting on getting us both coffee and sandwiches and maybe pastries so i could rack up some starbucks points
andrew: oh! i’m so sorry. next time.
me: yes! next time.
andrew: terrific. how are you? how have you been? that’s a darling sweatshirt.
me: thanks! it’s valentino.
andrew: what? no! really?
me: it is! i found it in a thrift shop in kensington market! fifty bucks!
andrew: wow! great find!
me: thanks. it’s a favourite. anyway, i’m doing well these days. just finished my first manuscript. working on book two.
I know you're currently not doing prompts, but I'm having the worst day ever School sucks and I feel like everyone hates me So could you maybe when you have the time write something really fluffy? Like SUPER fluffy? Bc I just need some sanvers in my life right now. Have a great day, and of course you don't have to write anything (I'm surprised I was brave enough to even ask tbh)
I’m so proud of you for asking, darling. You’re amazing <3 <3 <3
CUE SUPER FLUFFY COLLEGE AU
She watches the Danvers girl from a distance, because she’s beautiful and she’s the radiantly intelligent and she’s a massive nerd and she’s just got this incredibly sexy haircut and she’s fiercely protective of that blonde freshman girl and she’s everything Maggie wants and she’s nothing Maggie deserves.
So she just watches. “Not in the creepy way,” she defends herself to her roommate, who’s sharp as a whip and doesn’t miss a thing. “No, come on, Lena. We have classes together, that’s all. And she lives just down the hall, so of course I’m gonna see her all the time – “
“Yes. Exactly, Maggie. She lives right down the hall. So why don’t you go talk to her?”
Maggie clams up and Maggie takes a deep breath, and Lena knows, and nods, and slides her the half-eaten box of donuts.
But it turns out that she doesn’t have to bury herself in late night donuts and laughs with her roommate, and it turns out she doesn’t have to work up the courage to go up to her, doesn’t have to practice what she’ll say over and over and over again.
Because the next morning, Alex Danvers comes up to her on the quad.
“Hi. Um… It’s Sawyer, right? I’m Alex. Danvers. Alex Danvers.”
Her voice is higher than it is in class, and it makes Maggie fall even harder, because lowering the octave of your voice to make sure you’re heard is a strategy she knows far too well herself.
She stares and she splutters because she realizes, all too late, that Alex is holding her hand out to shake hers, and Maggie clears her throat, and gulps, and tries to remember that she learned the alphabet many years ago and really should have a better grasp on it by now.
“Yeah. Maggie. Uh – hi.”
Nice, Sawyer, she scolds, but Alex doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, Alex seems to…like it.
“So um. Maggie. I noticed… I noticed you’re always the only one other than me to actually get the right answers in chem lab.”
Maggie looks down and grins, because Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me.
“So I thought, you know, we could study together. If you want. Keep each other company. During… studying. And there’s this great pinball bar I know, in town. We could… study. Together. And maybe play some pinball.”
Alex’s spluttering – Alex-best-at-everything-at-all-times-Danvers’s spluttering – somehow makes Maggie like her even more.
“You asking me out, Danvers?”
Alex blushes and shifts her feet and wrings her hands and pffts a little.
“Do you want me to be, Sawyer?”
“Heads up!!!” The shout from the quad makes both girls jump, and they both reach up to catch the football spiraling chaotically their way. Alex’s hands close around it first, and Maggie thinks to be embarrassed because of her height, but Alex is beaming and Alex caught the damn thing and fuck is Maggie more than a little turned on.
“Watch where you’re throwing, Schott!” Alex laughs as she chucks the ball back.
“Oh, Winn didn’t throw that! Winn couldn’t’ve thrown that, are you kidding?” a boy that Maggie thinks is called Jimmy calls, and Winn laughs but doesn’t deny it.
“Friends of yours?” Maggie asks as Alex extends her arm to her, and Maggie nearly swoons, and loops her arm through Alex’s to steady herself.
“Of my sister’s,” Alex explains as she waves laughingly as James and Winn both whoop on seeing Maggie and Alex’s arms linked.
“On your way to bio lecture?” Maggie asks, and Alex grins down at her.
“You too, right?” Maggie nods because she’s forgotten about words again.
Alex opens doors for her and Alex sits next to her and Alex scribbles little notes to her in the margins of her otherwise extremely detailed, extremely meticulous notebook.
It’s been two hours since Alex first revealed that she even knew who Maggie was, and already Maggie feels more cared for, more respected, more fun, than she had in any of her relationships – if you could call them that – in high school.And bio lecture had never quite been this incredible.
The day didn’t start out to great. My father and I had gotten in a fight…again. It was always about the same thing. Tamlin. He didn’t approve of me hanging out with someone so rich and influential inside of the school. But I couldn’t stop seeing him. He was just so perfect. Okay sure he tried to tell what to wear and who to be, but he did because he cares about me.
“Hey Feyre”. A familiar voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Hey Tam. What’s up?” I asked forcing the smile onto my face.
“Oh you know, the usual. Rhysand is still trying to join the soccer team,” he smirked, “But i doubt it will happen, he’s brand new and besides as captain I don’t want him on the team.” We stopped at my locker.
“Why don’t you want him on the team? He could be better than you think.” I stared into my locker hoping he wouldn’t sense feelings towards Rhys.
“Feyre. If i say he shouldn’t be on the team, then you are supposed to agree. He is the new boy and still has to earn his social standing in this school.”
“Your right Tam, I’m sorry. I have to get to class I’ll see you later.” With that I buzzed off to first period not even waiting for his dismissal. Most of our conversations were like that. I would say something he didn’t like and he would correct me, I would get nervous and run off.
My first class was always English, which I shared with Rhys. He had only been here for two weeks but we had already gotten along really well. We had met up last week and did some homework. But once Tam found out…that was the end of it.
“Hey Feyre, how are things?” Rhys sat in the chair next to mine.
“Things are okay. How are you Rhys?”
“I’m doing well. How are things with Tamlin?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which he picked up on. “You don’t have to tell me Feyre, I am simply trying to make conversation.” I relaxed at his words.
Later that night I got a message from Rhys, just because told me I couldn’t see him didn’t mean I wasn’t able to talk to him.
“You seemed to be having a bad day. Anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really things just haven’t been great lately”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Here is something that might cheer you up: I love seeing you smile.”
I had to take a second and breathe at his words. Did he really mean that? I couldn’t stop the smile from escaping my lips. But I also couldn’t stop my fingers from sending;
“You don’t mean that.”
“Oh but I do darling Feyre. Your smile makes my day, and I hope to give you a reason to smile everyday.”
A/N: I wasn’t supposed to post this yet, but I got this idea and I had to write it because it has a little to do with Seb’s birthday. My baby boy is 35… He ages like fine wine, though (oh my lord….) So I wrote this in one sitting, wanted to post this as close to Seb’s bday as I could. It’s currently 3am on 14th but… close enough? Hope you like this LAST PART FOR BUDDIES. *sob* I got some inspiration from (the ideas from you guys ofc but also) the episode First Time in New York from How I Met Your Mother.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Warning: just a whole lotta fluff. Also, I didn’t read through this one (again.. sorry) so, i’m sure there are some mistakes, I’ll fix them tomorrow.
My birthday is March 19th and I would love a surprise drabble!!! I love Everlark in a funny situation, miscommunication, or interesting meet-cute. Can be any rating but I'm a sucker for a really steamy first kiss. Thank you! xoxo
Wishing you the happiest of days! To help you celebrate, the lovely @mega-aulover has crafted this darling bit of Everlark just for you!
A/N: (….Happy Birthday, I hope you have a great day. Love Mega-Aulover…special thanks to @booksrockmyface for taking time to beta, thank you!)
The I-CON banner hung brightly over the entrance of the college building.
“Tell me again what you’ve dragged me to?” Katniss looked up at the blue banner with stars and some alien painted on it.
She wondered how Delly talked into going to this thing called I-CON.
Delly giggled, “Oh Katniss, I-CON or rather the Island Convention, is a smaller version of Comic-Con, on Long Island. Though it’s really a gathering of fan girls and boys, who are self-described geeks and nerds, like me.”
Katniss was none of these things but Delly was. Delly with her sweet disposition was heavily into Anime. A number of the authors she obsessed over were going to be present. Katniss didn’t get it. But Delly swooned over something called Tokyo Ghoul. “What’s this book about?”
“Take a look,” Delly handed her the book.
Katniss cracked open the book and flipped through the pages, a semi-scowl on her face. “You mean this is about zombies?”
“YES!” Delly squealed.
“You need to take it down a notch, Dells.” Katniss gave Delly the book back.