i guess it's the thought that counts since i saw no one make this scene

Obsessions part two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by clairestmple

Word count: 938

Pairing: peter parker x reader 

AN: You can read part one and three here

 It had been a few days since your encounter with the superhero Spider-man. You wanted to stop thinking about him but that was next to impossible as your sister brought him up every second of every day. And today, yet again she had dragged you along on one of her stupid chases, thankfully this time it was in daylight. 

 Fumbling with the zipper on your jacket you faintly listened to your sister going on about how Spider-man was seen fighting near the cafe a few streets away. You swore this girl had a death wish. "Do we have to chase this guy, your gonna get yourself killed one day ya know.“

"Didn’t ask you to come.” She reminded you, muttering her words in a mocking tone. "Someone has to be the responsible sibling around here.“ You mocked back causing her to turn around and send you a glare. You ignored her harsh stare and continued walking along the pavement, occasionally kicking rocks to the side in your boredom. 

A loud bang caught both you and your sisters attention as you look up from the pavement, mouth almost hitting the ground at the sight in front of you. There, a few meters away stood Spider-man as he battled the villain the green goblin. Just great. Your idiotic sister squealed as she pulled out her phone, taking photos of Spider-man in action on her phone, but you knew better than to be so stupid. Grabbing her arm roughly you began pulling her away from the scene so you both wouldn’t be injured or worse from being so close to the mess. "What are you doing?!” She whined in protest as she tried to claw away from your grip.

Anger flooded throughout your body as you tightened your grip on her arm. “Are you stupid! Do you want to die?! We need to get out of here alright, for once in your life listen to me!" Something in her snapped as she nodded her head in understanding, starting to follow you away from the scene without you having to drag her. Guilt seemed to have consumed her as she sulked next to you as you walked away. "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to put us in danger." 

"It’s alright it’s just. You have a brain, you’re really smart but when you pull stunts like that I just…I just don’t understand how you can become so foolish. I’m supposed to be the younger sister, you’re meant to be looking out for me. It’s like you just don’t care." You ranted, letting all the thoughts you’d kept inside for so long now be heard. Looking down at the pavement in sorrow your sister responded quietly. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you felt that way." 

Letting out a sigh starting to feel bad for the way you yelled at her previously you stopped your movements to pull her into a hug. "It’s alright. I’m just glad we’re safe now." She wrapped her arms around you in return which shocked you, you both hadn’t hugged since you were kids. "Thanks sis." 

Later that night you heard knocking coming from your bedroom window causing you to jump in your place. Thinking it was just a bird you got up and opened the curtains to shoo it away, but you’re met with a different scenario. There outside your window was Spider-man. What the heck was he doing here? Opening the window to let him inside you wasted no time in asking."What are you doing here?" 

"Why hello to you too Y/N." He laughed at your introduction before landing on your carpeted floor with a slight thud. "Oh how very funny. Seriously though, what the heck are you doing here?" 

Scratching his head he cleared his throat before answering in a nervous tone. "I saw you today…near my fight with the goblin. I-I just, wanted to make sure you were okay." Immediately feeling guilty for your outburst you felt your heart sink, why were you so rude to him when you were obviously developing feelings for him? Playing with the ends or your sweater you avoided his gaze as you looked at the ground. "Oh…that’s really nice of you. Thank you. Sorry for interrogating you it’s just…it's been a rough day." 

"It’s alright. I guess it is kind of weird for me to show up so randomly." Chuckling at the end of his sentence you mindlessly responded. "Nah, I could get used to it." 

Looking up at you evidently hearing your words, he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" Oh god did he hear me?! Panicking you quickly changed the topic. "Nothing. So how did you go today?" 

"Goblins locked away for now, but who knows when he’ll get out next." He seemed frustrated at the later part as he sighed, rubbing his temples. Feeling sympathy for the superhero you placed a hand gently on his shoulder, feeling tingles course through your body at his touch and you’d wondered if he felt it too. "You’re really brave you know that?" He turned his head to face you, nodding his head at your words. "Someone’s gotta be." 

"I was wandering…is their something I can call you, like a first name?" You asked hopefully, you wanted to put a name to the brave and kind boy you’d grown to care for so suddenly. "Peter…you can call me Peter." 

Smiling widely at his answer you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel special that he trusted you enough to tell you his name. "I like it. Hopefully one day i’ll meet the boy under the mask.”

thetruequeenofmermaids  asked:

Hello love! I just read most of your imagines and they're AMAZING ❤ But I was wondering if you could write an imagine were the guys throw a party at a pool and the reader doesn't wanna take of her clothes to show her swimsuit and body because she had several surgeries on her legs that got her big scars and she's insecure about them so Alec comfort her and some fluffy stuff? Thank you! ❤ and I hope it's not confusing 😂

Alexander Gideon Lightwood  // Insecurity.

Alexander X Reader.
Genre // Fluff.
Word count // 3.1K

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Clumsy Little Thing

Sumary:  It was Valentine’s Day, and yet, you would have to stay inside the Avenger’s Tower. But would you be alone, though?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Word Count: 1,139

Warning: Fluff! Broken leg, Mentions of pain, cursing. 

(A/N): Yeah, you read it right. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT ON VALENTINE’S DAY. BUT MY LAZY ASS NEVER FINISHED IT. Therefore, the idea came out with the help and for @fangirlandnerd, she was with a breaked leg and it was supposed to be a gif, but guess what? It never appeared to the sun when she still had the plaster on the leg. But oh well. (btw, this is my first Nat x Reader)


Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

It was Valentine’s Day and you were able to break your leg as soon as you stepped out of your room.

“You are one clumsy little thing, Y/N.” Doctor Banner said, making your cheeks heat in shame for having to keep him there when he was all dressed up to a date

“I’m sorry, Doc.” You mumbled with your jaw locked, trying to ignore the pain and what pain. He smiled after patching you up, grabbing some pain relief pills from the shelf

“Take them at every 6 hours and get some rest, yes? It won’t take long for your body to heal, since you have the serum and stuff.” As you nodded, a redhead busted through the door, looking as pale as she has ever been

“What happened? Steve told me you were on the nursery?” Natasha got next to the bed you were, looking at your leg and frowning her brows like she was in pain, that made you giggle and feel a warm wave be send through all your body with the thought of Nat being worried about you. Her hand found its way to yours and you almost purred when she started to make gentle circles on the back of your hand with her thumb.

“I just broke my leg.” You took your time to study Nat; she was looking gorgeous – like always –, and as soon as you realized that she was also dressed to go on a date, your smile died, the feeling of your heart sinking made you gently slid your hand out of hers

“She can’t get out of here for the next hours.” Bruce said as she frowned her brows with your action, nodding with her head while you sighed, thinking how you would be easily bored as soon as they get out.

And, you being bored wasn’t something safe, your broken leg was a prove of it.

“I’ll stay with her; you can go to your date, Doctor.” He snapped his head from his clipboard to look at Natasha and back to you

You maintained in silence, it’s not like you wanted her to go on a date, anyways.

“She needs to take those pills at every six hours and try to make her stand still the best you can.”

“Hey! I’m not that hyperactive!” They sarcastically hummed in agreement and you rolled your eyes, trying to reach to the pills and to the cup, before you could stretch yourself even more, Natasha grabbed them and handed to you, flashing you with a smile that made you forget the pain for a second

Bruce left after smiling at the sweet scene, everyone knew you both loved each other and they were okay with that, but they were getting tired of asking to one of you told the other how you felt, since you two would always deny.

They just wanted to see you two together ASAP.

“Do you want to go to your room? So you can stay more comfortable?” She used her hands to brush your hair with kindness, looking at you with a lovingly stare.

“I thought Bruce said for you to keep me quiet?” You couldn’t help the chuckle to come out before you sighed and leaned your cheek more into her hand, almost as an involuntary act, that didn’t stop Natasha from almost falling on her knees with the sight of you

“He did, but we’ll use a wheelchair. I want you to stay comfortable and I’m pretty sure that at this hour you would like to be watching a stupid romance, crawled under your cushions, wouldn’t you?” It was ridiculous how good she knew you, the only thing you were able to do was nod with your head and grin sweetly at her.

Minutes later, you were laying on your bed with Natasha awkwardly standing and checking her wristwatch, as if she had something to do and expected you to sleep soon, sighing in disappointment, you mumbled

“Hey, if you have a date… You can go… I’ll just lay down and watch something”

Her head snapped at you, confusion and something else trespassing her eyes

“Are you trying to get rid of me, love?” Your cheeks heated with the petname “I don’t have a date, so you don’t have to worry… I’ll be here with you. That is, if you want to.”

That was the first time you saw Natasha asking for something without actually doing it, since she was the kind of woman that would just Say it.

You felt the wave of relief pass your whole body, not being able to control the smile as you patted the place next to you on the bed, calling her to sit next to you.

“Come here, if you are staying with me, at least get comfortable.” Natasha smiled, taking off her high heels and laying by your side, snuggling you under her arm.

“You know you’ll probably sleep because of the pain relief, right?” You nodded, throwing your good leg over hers and hugging her waist while watching the movie start. Her hand caressing your hair while you kept backing your eyes at her cherry lips, when you looked sleepy, Natasha turned off your TV and started to sing a lullaby in Russian. Her sweet voice filling the air as you stroked her hip, feeling her lips on your hair.

“You scared me, my heart almost stopped when I heard you were in the infirmary.” You chuckled at her mumble, hugging her tighter and closing your eyes ready to sleep, after a couple minutes, you heard her soft whisper: “And you just had to break your leg right when I was about to call you on a date, didn’t you?”

Your face snapped so quickly at her that it made her lose the air out of the longs, surprised that you were still awake.

“Say that again?” Natasha looked around the room, searching for any excuse, starting to get out of the bed when you made extra-effort to get up, sitting on her lap with your legs at the sides of her thighs.

“You’re going to hurt your leg even more, moya lyubov’!” Grinning, your cupped her face, leaning down and kissing her like you wanted for a long time.

Natasha, a trained assassin, one of the black widows, trained by the red room/KGB, with amazing reflexes, was frozen.

You took her by surprise, but she was quick to recover and kiss you back, her hands caressing yours and feeling that same bubbly sensation on her stomach.

She backed away slightly, giving time to breathe while resting her forehead on yours.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” Natasha smiled at your whisper, leaning in to kiss you again and she knew.

It was the second kiss of many to come.

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(And finally after the long, awful wait, it’s here! I really hope it turned out good! Sorry for making you all wait forever.)

He had been watching her for weeks now. The mysterious girl had caught his eye as he was venturing down the muggy streets of Gotham. She had been in a shop window, fixing a flower display that had fallen over. Her hair fell over her shoulders gently, her eyebrows knit together in concentration, her teeth biting down gently into her lip. Edward had paused, watching her from the short distance. His curiosity evidently peaked. Eyes followed her as she finished her business and made her way back into the depths of the store. Ed made a mental note, the name of the store, where it was, and the girl he saw. His day was far too busy to pursue anything at the moment, but it was clear, he would be coming back soon enough.

The day was far too long. Who knew that so many people would need bouquet after bouquet. I sighed a heavy sigh of relief as the clock ticked to closing hour. The store was void of customers. The flowers sat in their pots of water, their cheerful heads turned towards the plant lights above.

I took a deep breath, the floral scent enveloping my lungs. Checking that the cash from the till was counted and locked away in the safe at the back, I did my final checks, and made my way outside.

I always hated the streets of Gotham at night. They were bad enough during the day. Now with the news reporting almost weekly of maniacs and psychotics running about, it didn’t make a girl feel to safe about walking alone, even if it was for a short distance.

Having an apartment all the way on the other side of Gotham made the commute to work difficult, but in a city such as this, wherever you got a job, you made it work.

Setting a brisk and steady pace, I made my way down the streets attempting to get to the abandoned parking lot as quickly as I could, not wanting to chance any story worthy encounters with some freak on the street.

Edward glanced at his watch. Half past nine, she should be arriving any time now. After watching her for nearly a month, since that fateful day, he decided she was truly someone who he could be with. Someone who would understand and treat him the way no other would. The darker part of his psyche would whisper it constantly to him. When he was just working in the lab, or examining a crime scene, the sinister voice would creep into his mind, reminding him of the girl and her potential with him.

The shadow of a figure crawling upon the walls caught his attention. A sinister smile creeped on his face. It was her.

“Show time.” His dark voice whispered as he unlocked the door and made his way out.

My breath came out in uneven puffs as I spotted my car. “Why on earth did you park at the end?” I cursed myself under my breath. Stopping briefly I rummaged through my bag, finding my keys, I continued forward. Hearing the sound of footsteps I turned abruptly, nothing. You’ve got to stop watching horror movies. I thought, continuing forward.

A hand whips its way to my mouth, muffling my quick scream to protest. “What the?” Came muffled from behind the stranger’s hand.

“Hello.” A deep male voice calls into my left ear. “Nice night for a walk.”

“Help!” I screamed as loud as I could from behind his hand.

A fistfull of hair is tugged sharply causing me to yelp in pain. “Hush now, wouldn’t want to alert the whole city now would we?” His next movement surprising me as he strokes my hair gently.  “I’ve been watching you for awhile.” He whispers in my ear. “It’s like you were made perfect for me. Someone who understands me, understands the darkness.”

I squirm against him, trying in some futile attempt to get away from him. “You’re a freak. I don’t even know who you are.” Kicking hard backwards, landing a swift blow on his shins, I run like hell, not bothering to look back.

The air is abruptly pushed from my lungs when I’m pushed face first into the concrete, the man from earlier tackling me harshly. I try to suck in any amount of air only succeeding in coughing brutally instead.

“Oh trust me, you will know me.” Even through my blurred vision I can see the smirk plastered across his face. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

I try to comment something rude in response but the words felt like they were took right out of my mouth, only the rasping sound of me trying to catch my breath filling the silence.

“I guess you’ll have to tell me later.” He laughs loudly, before taking something from behind him, bashing me rudely in the head. Inky darkness swims before my eyes before consuming my conscious mind.

Harsh coughing comes from my lungs before I thrash upwards, eyes wildly searching for anything around me of familiarity. Where am I? What happened? The tall stranger across the room brings things back to focus, reminding me of the events before. I inhale heavily, trying my best to get as much air into my lungs as I could.

He approaches me in long, quick strides. A bottle in one hand, his other picking up a syringe. “Gentle now. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He claims, closing the rest of the distance sitting on me next to the bed. “But if you’re not careful you’re going to hurt yourself.” He says matter of factly. Flicking the syringe, he pulls my arm harshly, injecting the clear liquid into my bloodstream.

“The hell?” I manage to get out before I’m sucked back into the abyss from before.

“There’s something about you that I can’t explain.” A voice pierces through my foggy conscience. “There’s darkness within your eyes, you understand things, you can understand me.”

Wearily, I open my eyes, trying to observe where I was. I was in the same bed as before. Edward sitting in a chair next to me, staring out the window whilst voicing his thoughts.

“You’re sick, and depraved.” I spat out.

He whipped his head towards me, shock and hurt on his face. “Don’t say that! You know that’s not true! You understand me.”

I hadn’t expected him to lash out so abruptly. Pulling my knees closer to my chest, I did my best attempt to make myself smaller, hoping it’d make things easier. Something seemed to snap in him, something dark and terrifying.

He rubbed his neck, seeming to search for his words. “Do you ever feel like you were meant for something, something important?”

I hesitantly nodded my head.

“There’s something inside of me, just waiting to get out! I know that! I just,” he trails of, looking around the room. “I need someone by my side. I know that person can be you.” He turns to look at me darkly. “Please, (Y/N). I desperately need someone.”

I turned, giving him a cold dark glare. “Go to hell.”

Standing up, he straightens out his sweater, composing himself. The next movement he makes, he’s slapping me across the face. A searing pain bursts in my left cheek. I’m still processing it when he grabs my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

“Don’t,” he breathes in heavily. “Test me.”

Ed let’s go with a hard jerk of his wrist.

Almost as if someone had snapped their fingers, his posture goes back to normal, his eyes look cool and calm. He flicks his wrist, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

“I have to go, but when I come home, you better have changed your answer.” He turns, grabbing his coat and keys and walking out.

After hearing the click of the lock I lose it, realizing the situation I landed in. Without thinking, I scream, hoping praying, that anyone might hear me.

The Way Home (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, tw: car accident

A/N: I’m in a mood. Sorry in advance.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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The Time Traveler (Chapter Six)

May 04, 2017, Thursday [#137]

Title: The Time Traveler (An Endless Summer fanfic)

Chapter Six summary: While waiting for Jake and MC to come back, Sean and the others hide behind tall ferns and discuss sabertooth eating habits.

Story summary: Using a time travel gun prototype, Jake McKenzie travels back to the past. By encouraging friendships between everybody to build up trust and teach each other skills, he hopes to stop a terrible future from happening.

Links to previous five chapters:
01. (Chapter One: The Beginning)
02. (Chapter Two: The Scar That Didn’t Exist)
03. (Chapter Three: Unexpected Advice)
04. (Chapter Four: Droplets and Stars)
05. (Chapter Five: Say No to Sitcoms)

Chapter Six: Sabertooth Eating Habits

Sean wiped his brow as Jake led the group deeper into the forest. The sweltering, sticky heat they all felt was made worse by the little insects that buzzed around them. They had already encountered the sabertooth tiger - he really hoped that they didn’t see some humongous mosquito with a sucker as long as a telephone pole, or something.

Then, without warning, Jake suddenly stopped. Quickly, as if he had done so many times before, his left hand performed three signals, the third being a closed fist.

“Uh, guys? Jake’s being weird.”

“Don’t know what you’re protesting, dude, but I’m with ya!”

Startled, Jake turned back to see Zahra, Craig, and everybody else, including Sean, looking at him strangely - and some strange emotion passed over his face for just a second, but Sean had no time to think about that because all of a sudden, Jake and MC were hustling everybody towards the tall ferns to the right of the trail to hide from something only they could see.

“I hope they’re alright,” Grace murmured as she peered into the path Jake and MC had disappeared into. “What’s taking them so long?”

“I don’t know,” replied Sean worriedly. The two of them had made some kind of near-silent agreement to go after whatever had been watching them, leaving the rest of them hiding behind the tall ferns.

Zahra shrugged as she absentmindedly cut into a bright green leaf with a knife. “Better them than me.”

“Did they get a good look at what they went after?” Sean asked. “What if it’s the sabertooth?”

“You’re right, dude! What if the sabertooth eats them?! That huge cat could be having a really good lunch right now!”

“Unlikely, Craig,” said Grace as she looked into space, her brow furrowing. “According to the size of the sabertooth that accosted us, its stomach would only have space for one fully-grown human. Besides, if it follows the hunting habits of the feline family, it will instinctively chase around and play with its prey before eating it.”

Looking up from her now-shredded leaf, Zahra raised her eyebrow at Grace. “Your point, dork?”

“Merely that if the sabertooth were hungry, it wouldn’t be able to eat both Jake and MC-”

Michelle sighed in relief. “Well, that’s good-”

“-it would be able to eat only one of them, and the other, while mauled, may be able to make their way back to us before collapsing from exhaustion and blood loss.”

“Grace!” admonished Michelle.

“…Well, they asked…

Sean frowned. He and Jake had had their disagreements, but he didn’t want to see the guy mauled by a sabertooth, especially not after the conversation they had the night before. Underneath the tough exterior, he seemed to be a good guy. And of course, he didn’t want MC to be hurt either. Sean didn’t know her that well, but he wanted to know more about her. He admired her positive attitude and her willingness to help out and get things done.

Why didn’t he go with the two of them? Why didn’t he try to help? Sitting here, waiting… it was hard. He wanted to get up; he wanted to help. What if-

“Calm down, dude.” Craig, who had been next to Zahra, had crept his way to Sean’s right without him noticing. “Just relax.”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. I know what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking, then?” Sean asked him.

“You’re thinking about how hard it is to be left behind.”

Surprised, he glanced at Craig, who looked unusually serious as he looked at Sean intently. He was used to the fun-loving, partying Craig. But this Craig, serious and solemn, was one he had seen only very rarely, and despite being his best friend, Sean had no idea what to say.

“Just trust them. It doesn’t always have to fall on you, dude. And after being fast enough to punch you, that sabertooth’s gonna be a piece of cake for Jake!”

Sean laughed. The thing was, he could totally imagine Jake punching a sabertooth.

When Jake and MC finally returned, they looked shocked; they looked worried - but they didn’t look harmed.

As MC opened her mouth to tell them what they had found, Zahra interrupted her. “Are you both okay?”

The concern in her question was so out-of-character that almost everybody turned to look at her as if she were crazy.

“Uh… yes?” MC replied, puzzled by her behavior. “But anyway, guys, guess what! We found-”

“Did you find the sabertooth? Was it hungry? Did it maul you?”

They both blinked.

“Thanks for the concern, but we’re fine, hacker girl. Did you eat any funny-looking plants while we were gone?”

Zahra ignored Jake’s question. “So you weren’t mauled even a little bit?”

She sounded almost… whiny.

Looking vaguely disturbed now, Jake and MC made a point of turning away from Zahra as they addressed the rest of the group. “So, we were in this clearing,” MC told them, “when we saw…”

While they explained what they had seen, Sean noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and turned. While he didn’t see who had moved, he did observe that Zahra looked somewhat disgruntled… and Grace was clutching a five-dollar bill in her left hand as she whispered to Michelle, who was smirking slightly.

Sean smiled to himself. While he had thought that Michelle and Grace coming along was a bad idea, it was nice to see them talking to each other, especially since they were the first two people to make peace during Raj’s feast.

As Zahra grumbled about inconsiderate people who didn’t even have the decency to be mauled by prehistoric animals, Sean thought to himself that even if this island was completely insane, maybe the new friendships they would all form would make everything worth it.

(End of Chapter Six.) (Word count: 999 words.)

Chapter Six notes: This chapter takes place during Book One, Chapter Eight. We know what Jake and the MC were doing during the diamond scene, but I imagine that those who were left behind were probably pretty worried - especially Sean, who is used to being the one to take action and protect the group. Now, he knows a little of how it feels, as Craig pointed out, to be left behind. New friendships are forming in their group, starting with Grace and Michelle… although I think Jake and the MC will want to steer clear of Zahra for a while!

Prompt: The prompt for this chapter was this week’s #ChoicesCreates (Round Eight) one-word prompt, “friendship,” which was posted by @hollyashton and hosted by me, @firefly-hwufanficwriter.

Chapter Five acknowledgements: Thanks to all those who read the previous chapter! 😊 I’d also like to thank @choices-addict and @jakemckcnzie for reblogging Chapter Five! 😋😋 And super big thank yous to @captainsteverogerslover, @mermaidwarriorqueen, @princess-scarletxx, @jessicamckenzie, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @avengingalec​, and @the-falcon-of-the-fall​ for leaving comments, because feedback really inspires me to write! 😀😊😎

(If possible, I would love to know what you thought of this chapter! Thank you very much for reading!)

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 04/05/17.)

Oath | Ch.4 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 3482

A/N: Here it is!~ ^^ This one is a bit shorter, I guess. But I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much as the previous chapters.

The sound of a gunshot resonated in the depths of the night, shaking the sky and tearing apart anything it stood in its way. It was the sound that broke the deadly silence and soon after its last echo faded, air started flooding your lungs like an angry sea trying to take over a sinking ship. You chest rose fiercely as if it took in a drug that it has been missing for years. You were thirsty for it, desperate to feel its cold touch tickle your insides, and it hurt with each breath you took. It was like the pressure that kept you away from it moved from your neck to your chest, not giving you the freedom to fully enjoy the feeling.

Your mind was hazy, roaming in an unknown world, opening doors to times long gone and watching the familiar faces of a couple laughing together, making food, kissing under the protective warmth of the sheets or rolling in the snow on a sunny winter day without a care. A certain scene of a young lady struggling to carry a man covered in blood down the alley in the park, caressing his wounds and laughing together captured your attention.  You then saw the pain in their eyes as they bid farewell and how tears of joy rolled down her cheeks when she opened the door one night and found him standing there just like he said he would, how she flew into his arms and pulled him inside, never wanting to let him go again.

You saw them grow together, you saw them argue and fight only to make-up moments later and then, as the movie came close to an end, you saw him putting a beautiful ring on her finger and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. They looked so happy, their love so young and fresh and pure. You closed the door to this room too and looked around. There was one more at the end of the hallway that was left untouched, but this door was different, it gave you chills, so you looked back one more time, taking with you as much of their happiness as you could before pushing it open. You took a step in and saw that there was nothing but darkness, nothing sweet, nothing warm like in the others, just emptiness. So you turned around to go out but it was too late, you were already falling into it and soon everything became void.


“Jimin, go ahead and see if there are any left on that side, I’ll head back and see how Taehyung’s doing and catch up with you later.”

“Ok, hyung!” he reassured Hoseok whose face showed signs of anger building up as he tried to think about who could be behind all this and what exactly made them retreat.

It was clear that they were at a disadvantage here so why not fight till the end? Whoever did this had something to get from them and from what he could see, they already got it.  He made his way back through the dusty building to where he left all of you, gun in hand in case enemies were still lurking. They managed to kill a few but the rest just seemed to vanish like their job there was done. And it bothered him as he thought of the worst scenario. He knew Yoongi went through a lot of hardships since “the incident” and he really wanted to find out who was behind it, Jungkook being the only lead and even though he wanted him dead for his betrayal, he needed him alive and talking. If, by any chance, he got away, Yoongi would not be pleased and this was what scarred Hoseok the most right now. He was almost there when his movements stopped all of a sudden as the tip of his foot encountered something that seemed like a body. At a closer look, he froze.

“Kim Taehyung! God damn it!” he kneeled and hit his face to bring him back to his senses. “Fuck! I can’t believe this. YA! Taehyung!! You better wake up, you stupid bastard.”

“Hyung…” he whispered, head still spinning from the hit he took moments ago. “Jungkook….”

“I know, stupid! You lost him! We are so screwed once Yoongi finds out. I would kill you right now but we already lost a lot. Get up! We need to find them.”

“Hyung, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” before he could finish, Hoseok grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him up into a standing position.

“Listen to me, Kim Taehyung! I don’t care. You fucking lost him and now you gonna come with me and find Jungkook and if we don’t, you’ll beg me for your life. Got it?! Now move!!” his low growl was intimidating beyond words, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

He pushed Taehyung to walk in front of him as he looked around one more time before following him outside. As they got out, Jimin ran to them, eyes scanning the group as if he was waiting for the rest to make their appearance.

“Here you are! Where’s the other two?”

“Not here, that’s for sure.” Hoseok said, passing Jimin in his way to the car.

“Wait, what? Don’t tell me….”

“That stupid piece of shit lost them. Move your ass, we need to go.”

“You are so screwed, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin said mockingly throwing his arm around the other’s shoulder, barely holding his laughter.

“No shit?!” he replied in a low tone.

After they all got in the car, Hoseok stepped on the gas pedal with full force, wheels squealing as the car got lost in the dark. They were racing on highways and small streets looking for a sign of the two of you passing through there and, as they were about to call it a night and go back praying for the best, the scene of a car crash brought the car to a standstill. There was a truck blocking the way on a certain light stop but the thing that struck Hoseok was the fact that there was no one near it, no police, no victim. It was odd. He turned the lights off and got out of the car to take a closer look. As he was approaching the damaged truck, he turned to face the direction to where it was headed. There was something in the distance, covered by the darkness of the night, he was sure of it and not soon after a flashing little object flying through the air caught his eye.

“There’s someone there.” he said to the other two that were just getting out of the car.

“Do you think it’s them?” Jimin said, eyes searching the place.

“I’m not sure but by the looks of it, I would say so. Get your toys out, we’re going hunting.”

“Sounds good.” Taehyung grinned. “This time I’m not going to let them get away.”

“You better! Keep it slow and silent and try not to get noticed, got it? Stay low. Jimin go on that side, Taehyung and me will go on this one.”

“Roger that!”

They were excited for the new game. To be honest, they seemed to miss this kind of feeling. They used to be one of the two most influential groups within the city, taking care of numerous drug deals and weapon smugglings but everything changed after what they call “the incident”. It was the moment that changed everything. Yoongi was the heir of his father’s group ever since he was a teen, being helped by some of his father’s most loyal people to manage it and bring it back to life from ashes after Mr. Min together with his wife and Yoongi’s little sister died in a fire caused by their rivals. At that point, his dad’s kingdom was brought to the ground and it took years of work to get to where they were when the incident took place. They’ve faced a lot during that time but Yoongi had loyal people next to him to keep him going and with his brilliant plans and schemes, he managed to gain the title of the 2nd most influential group in the city.

Their next move was to gain access to a trading place in the harbor where the best weapon dealers gathered. And for that they had to go head to head with their most hated rival, the 1st on the list, Black Tiger’s group. Yoongi’s hatred towards them dated back to the death of his family and it only grew during the years. It was mutual. As Yoongi’s group slowly took away more and more parts of the city, Black Tiger became eager to finish him off. The plan was that at night they will surround the hall where his men were and catch them by surprise with a shower of bullets. There were no deals on that night from what Yoongi gathered and that meant lower security, lower chances of defeat. One thing he did not know and he could not even fathom was that one of his closest members, his right hand at the time, would betray him.

They went with the plan without any clue of what was about to happen. Yoongi sent half of his men to surround the building while he waited with another group in the distance to make their move. Jimin was with other snipers on the top of the nearby buildings, watching over the others, guiding their moves. Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook were on the other side of the lot, waiting for Yoongi’s command. Soon the first bunch reached the hall and entered. It was time. As Yoongi told the others through their headsets that they should get ready, a message made everyone freeze.

“There’s no one here. It’s empty!”

Soon after, the whole lot was shaken by an explosion throwing the remaining men that surrounded the hall several meters back, some in flames, screaming in pain. It’s a trap , Yoongi thought. His mind went blank for good minutes as he looked at the burning remains of the building. Half of his men went to their grave there, would he risk the other half too? Jimin was screaming through the station, trying to warn the others that more were on the way and that it’s better to retreat. But without the boss voicing the command, nobody moved. Jungkook looked at Hoseok with worrisome eyes as if he was hiding something. And he did. He was behind all this. But no matter how much he wanted to go through with his mission, he could not bear to watch the others die there. Without any intention, he grew attached to them. They have been through a lot together and for a long time were the only ones that stood by him when he had a problem. He found his family within the group.

“Hyung, you need to leave. Fast. More are on the way. A lot more than you can handle.”

“Huh? And who are you to give me orders? I’ll wait for Yoongi. But how do you know this?”

Long moments of silence passed as Hoseok saw the concern in Jungkook’s eyes. He moved from his place and punched the other in the face, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt.

“Tell me how you know about this!”

“Hyung…I’m so sorry.”

“You little piece of shit!”

Fists and feet flew in the air as Jungkook took every hit without responding, like he was accepting his punishment. Taehyung looked at the both of them, not having the courage to intervene. Plus, he knew Jungkook deserved it, if not more than that. A group of men attacked them right then, taking Hoseok by surprise. Shots were fired, bodies fell dead on the ground. Jungkook fought with some of them, trying to help his brothers escape and that got him some cuts but nothing hurt more than being stabbed by one of what used to be “his own”.


“I trusted you, Jungkookie. We all did. And this is how you repay us?! You deserve to die, bastard.”

He fell to his knees, hand painted in red covering the wound as Hoseok, Taehyung and the others disappeared into the night.  More shots and screams could be heard in the far distance, under the starry sky. He knew he had to head back to one of Namjoon’s hiding places and the nearest was in your neighborhood. His steps were sloppy as more blood ran down his jeans. He passed empty streets, high buildings and closed stores before entering a park where his feet finally gave in causing him to crash at the base of a tree, chest rising and falling quickly as moans filled the air. He looked again as his wound and scoffed at the thought of his life ending in a park, alone, stabbed by one of the members he grew the closest to during the time spent as a spy. As his eyelids were about to fall over his eyes shutting them close forever, he heard the footsteps of someone approaching and that is when fate threw him a second chance.


As they got close, they saw the flipped car and near it a shadow hovering over its victim as it took the life out of it. But it was still not clear what was happening so they went on, carefully, one step at a time to make sure their presence is still not noticed. At a closer look, the face of someone familiar made Hoseok push the trigger without any sign of hesitation. Not long after, the man whose hands were buried in your neck collapsed lifelessly over your broken body. After one more look to make sure there were no more threats, the boys made their move. They came rushing to where you laid, Jimin pushing the man aside, giving you freedom to breathe, Taehyung inspecting the car for signs of Jungkook while Hoseok checked your vital signs.

“She’s still alive. Barely, but she’s still there. Fighting hard to live, aren’t ya, princess? We’ve got a strong one here, it seems.” he smirked. “Any signs of Jungkook?” Hoseok asked, looking back at Taehyung who shook his head.

“Great…we lost him again. God damn it! Jimin, make sure she keeps breathing. I need to call Yoongi.” he stood up and took out his phone.

“What?!” could be heard from the other side.

“Hyung, we lost him.”

“YOU WHAT?!” he screamed, making Hoseok and the other freeze in shock.

“I am sorry, hyung, we were under attack and they escaped.”

“FUCK IT, Jung Heosok!! I told you NOT to lose them. I told you a million times to watch them at all times, didn’t I??! I worked my ass off trying to find Jungkook and now you lose him?! FUCK! I can’t believe this. You are all dead!! Move your ass back here.”

“Hyung, listen to me a bit. We tried to go after them and found their car.”

“Ok, how does that help?! Was he there?”


“Then why the fuck do you waste my time like this?!?”

“Seems like someone was after them too. They crashed into their car. It’s completely wrecked. My guess is they were the ones who took Jungkook.”

“Black Tiger…” Yoongi’s tone was low, almost a growl.

“We found one of them trying hard to kill the girl too but this one is a born fighter, she’s still alive.”

“The girl…”

“What should we do with her?”

There was no reply from the other side.


“Bring her with you. Make sure she stays alive! It’s your last chance, fail and you’re out.” he commanded and ended the call before Hoseok got to utter more words.

“You really are something else, baby girl.” Jimin said as he gently brushed away a strand of hair from your forehead. He put one hand behind your back and lifted you slowly into a sitting position, head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you think she’ll make it?” Taehyung said as he crouched in front of you.

“I am not sure. Hoseok would know better.”

“Jungkook’s got a good catch. She’s actually pretty.” he admired your features with tender eyes. “Too bad he left you behind, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think the choice was his tho.” Jimin mocked Taehyung.

“But she does not know this, does she?”

“How am I supposed to know? Wait, what are you planning?”

“I might want her for myself.”

“Taehyung-ah….” but before Jimin could muster anything else Hoseok intervened.

“Jimin, pick her up. We’re taking her with us.”

“Did Yoongi say that?”

“Yeah. Hurry up. He’s pissed and I can’t risk losing her. He wants her alive. I need to make sure she stays that way. I’ll go get the engine started.”

“Wait. I’ll take her.” Taehyung said as Jimin was about to lift your broken form into the air. He sneaked a hand under your knees and the other on your upper back as Jimin slid you slowly into his arms. His embrace was so warm, so alluring. Your head was tucked under his chin, right hand resting on your stomach as the other hanged lifelessly on your side, moving in sync with Taehyung’s steps. Jimin opened the door making way for Taehyung to lay you carefully on the backseat before taking a seat in front, next to Hoseok. Taehyung made his way on the other side of the car, lifting your head up just enough to slid one of his feet under it. He kept looking at you, analyzing every cut, every drop of blood and bruise that covered your face. In his eyes you were beautiful even like this. He was intrigued by you ever since he first saw you, but he kept it low, not wanting his feelings to mingle with his job.

It was a long drive back to the headquarters, a drive where the dead silence was only broken by Hoseok’s questions about your state. Once you arrived, Hoseok rushed Taehyung to get you into his lab and prepare a test to find out your blood type. You were in a dangerous state where you lost a lot of blood so you needed a transfusion as soon as possible. On the way in, Yoongi came to check on you and the boys before stressing the need of you making it out alive one more time.

After finding your blood type was AB, Taehyung decided to donate to you as he was AB as well. Looking at the red liquid that flowed from his hand through the tube and into your slim arm, Taehyung could not help but smile at the thought of the two of you being now connected by blood. No matter what his plan was, he really wanted you and he was not one to back away easily.

“You can do this, sweetheart. Fight your way back and I promise I will do the same in making sure you’ll never have to go through this again. We are now tied by fate. My blood runs through your veins, your connection with Jungkook can’t be stronger than this. You are mine from now on.”

Hoseok did everything in his power to save you and it took him long and stressful hours to do so. He was the doctor of the group. Each time a member got in trouble, Hoseok was the one to take care of him. He was responsible for the lives of many, both in saving and killing. His interest and liking towards biology and chemistry made him one hell of a doctor and the fear of most of his targets. Let’s just say he knew where to press and what to do to find out whatever he wanted. As he took a seat to rest his aching body, the entrance door opened, Yoongi making his appearance.

“How is she?”

“She’s gonna survive but it will take a while until she wakes up.”

“How much?”

“I am still not sure. Her head was pretty damaged so I’d say at best: a month…”

“At worst?”

“Three months? A year? Ten….forever. Only she knows.”

Yoongi looked at you. His anger was still there but his look was somehow soft as he seemed lost in thought.

“Hyung, are you ok?” Hoseok asked, waking Yoongi from his daydreaming state.

“Yes. You did well.” he turned and patted Hoseok on the shoulder. “You should go and rest. I’ll have Taehyung look after her for now. We have a lot to do later, you and me.”

“I will. And hyung…I’m really sorry we lost Jungkook. I’ll bring him back to you, I promise.”

“You’d better.” Yoongi smirked at Hoseok.

He looked back at you one more time.

“She might be our last and only chance now…”

“So it seems.”

Don't Be Jealous (Daryl Dixon)

Originally posted by reedusgif

Character: Daryl Dixon

Word Count: 728

Warnings: None that I can think of

A/N: In honnor of the new episode, I present to you this one shot //bows

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things you should definitely 100% not think about when you think about philip shea (except do because philip shea is perfect and you should always think about him)

- Okay, first of all, don’t think about how Philip was literally almost shot and actually did literally beg for his life for a moment and allowed himself to be scared about that for approximately .5 seconds before sucking it up and remaining seemingly calm for pretty much the rest of the show (except for when he realized tommy and tracey were in danger. because philip shea cares about other people. but once they are gone, he accepts it quickly and moves on. that is philips’ like number one skill. accept and move on. don’t think about why that is).

- Don’t think about how he somehow got to the city in the middle of the night and then didn’t even risk going inside. Don’t think about how he just curled up on the couch outdoors as if this was a common, acceptable place for him to sleep and passed out, alone, after almost being killed.

- Don’t think about how he goes from saying “I’m done. can’t go back, can’t go back there” to accepting he can’t live with him mom again in approximately ten seconds. He doesn’t argue too much about it. Doesn’t beg or plead or threaten to run away. Just says “I know” and gives his mom cigarettes and then sits and comes out to her because she wants to hear nice things about him and to him, lukas liking him back enough to kiss him is a nice thing.

- Don’t think about how when given the opportunity, Philip will sit next to a man who has almost definitely abused him and just do nothing but pretend the guy likes him.

- Don’t think about his honest confusion when he asks “Why not” after Lukas says he didn’t have sex with Rose.

- Don’t think about how Philip is so calm and willing to do or be whatever the person he loves (read: his mom and Lukas) needs him to be. I mean, yes, he tells Lukas no that one time and calls him on his shit other times, but really, overall, the kid is willing to put himself on the line for those he cares about: “Had to be cool for my mom—I can be cool for you to.” “What do you want me to say? I’ll say whatever you want.” Ugh, he just—he tells Lukas not to drink the hand sanitizer but then three seconds later he does the same thing, no questions asked, because Lukas tells him to. Don’t even get me started on the whole Rose debacle.

- Lukas freaks out when Philip hands him a condom, Philip minimizes it and says “It’s okay. it’s okay, it’s fine” coaxes him back down and no more pressure to do anything. Philip tells Lukas he told his mom about them, Lukas says “There’s nothing to say” and Philip just nods quickly, “Okay.” Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call Lukas on anything. Just says okay and then offers to take Lukas into the city cause he thinks that will help him.

- Philip won’t get Lukas drugs, but he will help Lukas look for things to sell when he asks and go with him to the pawn shop and wait outside while he does it.

- And, like, I’m not saying this to say Philip is a pushover or weak, he’s not- he’s just contained. All the time. He is the stable one. The calm one. He is careful not to push too much. He thinks of solutions and waits to see if they will actually be listened to but is very, very cautious with actually being assertive with his ideas/wants/needs. He is just so much more attuned to everyone else.

- Oh, ALSO, don’t think too much about how Philip overheard Gabe and Helen arguing about him and chose to step out and put himself in that line of fire anyway. He could have just hung back and waited a little. Or, fuck, run off until things cooled down. But Gabe was being yelled at and they were arguing and so he decided to step in. Cause Philip wants to keep everyone happy.

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Sweet Tooth || Jin


Summary: Bakery AU. Stumbling across the small bakery near your office was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you fell in love with their cookies. A curse because you had spent way too much money on the desserts and you always seemed to show up when the hot worker was there.

Word Count: 1,487

A/N: Thank you for the request Anon dear! Sorry this took forever to put out and that its kind of shorter but I hope it was worth the wait my dear!

“Hey, [Y/N], we’re heading off to that diner in Gangnam for lunch. Did you want in?” Your co-worker asked as he peered over the wall of your small booth. Looking up at his smiling face, you saw the clock on the far wall read 1 o’clock.

“I’m going to have to pass, sorry.” You apologised, gesturing to the stack of papers that sat on your desk to your left. Your co-worker pouted ever so slightly.

“Then can we raincheck?”

“Sounds alright to me, enjoy your lunch Changmin.” You agreed, waving slightly as he and some of your other co-workers in your department piled into the nearest elevator and exit the building entirely.

You sighed to yourself and returned to typing in the figures that were strewn across the several pieces of paper scattered across your desk. Although you would have loved to go eat with the others, you were more inclined to grab a few snacks from the bakery down the road.

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“I saw the light” One Shot. (Anyone asked for this?)

Inspired by: “ Imagine: Being a crew member in “I saw the light”. You’re standing behind the cameras while Tom sings in a scene. He mischievously looks at you. “ [ X ]

Written by: arelyhb


Ugh… another early morning in Tennessee. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here but hate getting up so early.

I’ve been here for almost 3 months, between pre-production, rehearsals, yadda yadda yadda.

I work in the movie industry. Right now I’m a crew member of “I saw the light”. It’s safe to say, discarding the ridiculous mornings… that i love my job.

I got to the crafty service area in a rush to grab coffee and a muffin since I was already late. Which was unusual;  i guess the late nights + early mornings combo was finally taking its toll on me.

I headed to my trailer.

I went in as I chewed on my “breakfast” and started picking up things, and pulled the clothing rack out.

-Let’s see… -I mumbled to myself.

I checked the shooting schedule to see what scene was being filmed first, so I could arrange everything.

I fixed the first outfit and tagged it with the scene number. I like to keep things organized besides it’s an obvious must in this job. I arranged several others with their respective tags.

I was doing everything at a very fast pace and immersed in my thoughts, when something startled me.

-Good morning, sunshine!

I turned around.

-¡Jesus, Hiddleston!

There he stood, smiling big.

-It’s 6:30AM how can you be smiling like that? Here- I handed him the hanger with his first outfit.

-Millions of reasons, darling. ¿Why are you rushing today?

-¿How long have I been getting you dressed for this film?

-¿Counting dress rehearsals?

-Exactly… a long time. And not once have I been this late, I can’t even find a few pieces, there’s a tiny hole in that coat that i’m gonna have to sew, and don’t even get me started on…

-Darling, darling… -He cut me off and got closer to me. He held my face between his hands- I don’t think I’ve ever spoken that fast in my entire life or anyone i know…You need to relax.

Okay. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Tom thanks to this film.  The man is a dream. Incredibly attractive, incredibly polite and caring.

And I am lucky enough to fix his pants and shirts every single day. We’ve bonded a lot and we’re both very comfortable working together. He loves joking around, of course, and makes all these insightful comments about Hank Williams’ clothes. It’s actually really helpful, i come up with a few ideas that he and the director end up liking, even though the wardrobe’s pretty basic.

-Ugh, fine. Just change your clothes and don’t touch my face. – I said smiling.

He kissed my cheek.

-GOOD MORNING.-He exclaimed triumphant.

I rolled my eyes.

-Good morning to you.

-Much better. You’re doing a marvelous job, don’t panic so much.  – He said walking behind my panel screen to get dressed.

He came out and I took my script annotations.

-Alright, rolled sleeves, shirt completely buttoned up- I narrated the list as I checked each thing. He was just staring down at me, the tall man… and I wasn’t short at all.

-¿So what about my invitation? –He asked but I kept fixing his clothes.

-¿What invitation?

-To the play I told you about…

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Stanford in the Looking Glass (P. 1/9)


Chapter rating: K

Word count: ~1300

Summary: (Series general) Nine times Stanford Pines looked in the mirror, and his reaction to what he saw reflected there.

(Chapter) Eight year old Stanford Pines has to deal with bullies- a lot. Luckily, his twin brother is there to pick him back up every time he beats himself down.

                           8 years old | 12 years old | 17 years old 

               25 years old | 32 years old | 35 years old | 46 years old 

                                       ? years old | 62 years old

{8 years old}

When Stanford Pines returned home from school that day, his father was miraculously nowhere to be seen.

“He just left for a… a breath of fresh air,” his mother said when he asked about it, and that was that. Didn’t even bother to shed a single glance at him. Her eyes were glued to the pages of her book instead. She’s trying to distract herself, he realized. It hurt, but he was used to it.


He wasn’t entirely sure what else he expected. Suddenly feeling much smaller than he really was, the young boy shoved his scuffed hands into his overall pockets─ too-narrow pockets, which were definitely not made to hide more than five fingers─ and timidly shuffled away.

“God knows when that bastard’s commin’ back anyways,” she muttered under her breath a short silence later. He guessed she assumed he wouldn’t hear. She was wrong, of course. He heard. Unlike Stanley, who had a knack for filtering out the negative, Stanford always knew when his parents were fighting.

The weary child half-limped to his room, and dropped his school bag at the base of the bunk bed. He vaguely heard a loud hoot of noise as his twin brother entered the apartment, but before he could react his spine stiffened─ straight as a stick─ as he noticed the figure peering hurtfully at him from the other side of the mirror on the far wall. 

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anonymous asked:

What do you THINK is going to be the big reveal moment equitable to "I am your father" in episode 8? A reveal that Rey and Kylo are cousins? Siblings seems too far fetched.

No, I don’t think that Kylo and Rey being related will be the Big Reveal. And hear me out everyone, because things are about to get complicated. Things are about to get nuanced (and nuance is where I thrive).

So first things first: the cousins/siblings thing might happen, outside of the context of The Big Reveal. I think its very unlikely that they’re siblings/cousins, because (besides the fact that this is a lazy move) Leia/Han/Kylo/Luke don’t have the appropriate reaction to Rey as if she were a missing daughter/niece/sibling (but it’s still a possibility, so I can’t discount it).

In storytelling (whether it’s a script or a novel) you need to drop clues everywhere, in order to keep the audience engaged. The audience likes being able to pick up clues, because it makes them feel smart. It hits a pleasure spot in the brain and reassures us on where the narrative is going, because if you can spot the clues – if you can see the patterns – you can reasonably gauge where things are going (see: Reylo fandom, obsessing over The Bridal Scene). In the YA genre of writing, you’re actually required to reference everything in the form of callbacks/clues, so the younger audience can comprehend what’s going on. See: if someone drops a banana peel in Chapter 1, and you talk about that banana peel, that banana peel needs to return in Chapter 12. Either as a keystone to the final mystery, or as a weapon to help bring down the antagonist.

With adult fiction, you don’t need to drop the clues so blatantly – and you’re allowed to drop false clues as well – but you still need to reference them. See: Game of Thrones, Jon Snow’s heritage, and the lore behind The Others/White Walkers (so when they DO return, we – the readers – know how they can be destroyed).

Originally posted by the-grey-label

So shit needs to be referenced. Shit needs to be inferred. Star Wars TFA rests somewhere between YA fiction and adult literature in terms of accessibility, but it veers closer to YA, so kids can enjoy it. This means the clues in TFA have to be pretty blatant (see: The Bridal Scene, everything to do with the missing map for Luke). And because these clues need to be blatant, we also need to get clear indications within TFA that point towards Rey being Kylo’s cousin/sister. And there just isn’t any. There isn’t.

When people say Rey and Kylo are related, what are they referencing? Seriously, what are they referencing? Are they referencing the MOVIE’S context, or OURS: the movie goer’s context, outside of Star Wars (who remembers that Leia/Luke’s relationship was changed at the last minute)?

Originally posted by doctorwhogeneration

If you look at TFA by itself, in context, there are no clues pointing towards the fact that Rey is Kylo’s sister (or even his cousin). If Rey was related to the Skywalkers in any way, shape or form, this would have been referenced, because that’s what you DO as a writer. It doesn’t even have to be a BLATANT reference.

Here, look. Here are just a few ways that you could have inferred that Rey/Kylo are related:

  • Leia looking lovingly/sadly at a picture of two children: a little boy around ten years old, and a baby/toddler, before she puts the picture away, squares her shoulders and gets on with her business. Neither of the children has to be named. You don’t even have to talk about them. All you have to do is show them – show that Leia has an emotional attachment to them – and BOOM. Instant family connection.
  • Or you could have Leia, Han or Kylo holding onto a memento of some sort, something specifically codified to a little girl.
  • Or when Leia and Han meet again – and they’re discussing Kylo – even if they don’t recognize Rey as their daughter/niece, you can have them making an inference to having LOST her (see: Han saying something along the lines of “I saw him. He was here.” Leia, pausing for dramatic effect, adds “do you ever wonder about her?”)

Originally posted by use-the-force-rey

See? This stuff doesn’t have to be hard, but it has to be there. It HAS to. I literally thought all of this up in less than a minute, but we don’t get any of that in TFA. NONE. And if you lose a daughter/niece (from a brother whom you are very, very close with, might I add), it’s going to have an emotional impact on you. It WILL, folks, and we don’t see any of that emotional impact with either Leia, Luke, or Han (Kylo’s just a mess, so he’s different).

I mean, even though Han was neglectful and Leia was distracted (see: how Kylo was snatched by Snoke), they don’t strike me as hateful parents. At all. They made mistakes, but they clearly loved their son. They loved him deeply, despite what he’s done, and losing Kylo wrecked them in ways they never fully recovered from. If they had lost a daughter/niece (again, from a man they both care deeply about), they would have been emotionally wrecked by that, too. Especially since Rey was much younger than Kylo when she was abandoned/taken away. She was essentially a baby, guys, and Leia has a bleeding heart. Look at Rey. Look at her. Look how tiny she is:

Can you imagine Leia leaving a child like this on a dangerous, backwater planet by herself? Can you imagine her not hunting Rey down, if this separation was an unwilling one? Can you imagine her not being emotionally wrecked by this, regardless of whether Rey is her daughter or niece? Regardless of whether she finds Rey or not?

It’s completely out of character for Leia, and even if she did abandon Rey, she would be keeping mementos of Rey around, because Leia is like that. Leia is tough as nails and takes no shit, but she’s also kind and understanding and she has a soft spot for the vulnerable (see: children, people who can’t defend themselves against The Empire/The Order). She’s always been like that, and I love her for it.

And while you can make an argument that Han is dumb enough to forget his own daughter (a weak argument), you can’t make the same argument with Luke. Luke is very pro saving others. Very pro going after others, and doing the right thing:

Originally posted by hexzell

Luke is very pro family (even if he fights with his family every now and then), and in many ways he’s more emotionally vulnerable than Leia. Things like Rey being abandoned would hit him hard (see: how he became a hermit when the Academy failed). When Rey finds Luke and gives him the lightsaber, I don’t see the reaction of a father coming face-to-face with is daughter (remember, in-canon, Force-sensitive individuals can recognize their own children because their energies are similar):

I see a man who is shocked/disappointed to have been found when he’s been trying so hard to hide. I see Rey, just determined/upset/lil’ bit desperate (for reasons that haven’t been 100% explained). Luke’s tired here, folks. He’s tired and emotionally compromised (and yes, he might have met Rey before, when she was very, very little), but not in the way that makes him her father. You also have to remember that in the movie, Rey makes it clear that she’s never met Luke before (or at least she’s been mind-wiped to believe she’s never met him before). She thought he was a myth:

Rey (talking to Finn): “Luke Skywalker? I though he was a myth.”

So there’s literally no in-canon, in-movie context pointing to the fact that Kylo and Rey are related in any shape or form. None, at all. And while I do think Leia recognizes Rey, and Rey recognizes Leia, I don’t believe its because they’re related. And when people talk about Kylo and Rey being related, they aren’t talking about in-movie context. They’re drawing their conclusions solely from the debacle that went down behind-the-scenes with the Original Trilogy. This deduction – that Kylo and Rey are related – is the residual echo-chamber of our world, and our context. Not of Star Wars. It’s the mindless regurgitation of the masses trying to pick up patterns in order to feel smart: in order to reassure themselves on the predictability of the universe. Unfortunately, this is literally the easiest thing to guess at. An idiot could make this deduction, because it takes absolutely nothing (in terms of brain-power) to process. In-movie context and our context are not the same thing. People are confusing the two.

Tl;dr – the chances of Kylo and Rey being related are incredibly slim due to there being no actual evidence to support it. So there’s that out of the way. And while this can still happen – they could still be related – it would literally be the dumbest thing ever. Not only because you would shoehorning the entire thing in, but because over half the internet has already decided they’re related.

If half the internet has already decided that this is A Thing, and you actually do The Thing (without setting up actual evidence for it), then you are an incredibly dumb writer. You are the exact opposite of competent. Because if this is your Big Reveal, how can that reveal be shocking if everyone has already guessed it? Seriously, HOW? If I were writing these scripts, I would do the exact opposite of what the internet expected me to do, in order to maintain that level of surprise needed for The Big Reveal. I would misdirect and leave clues everywhere, and I would count on the fact that everyone is expecting Kylo and Rey to be related in order to give them the shock of their lives. I would pull off the most epic bait n’ switch in the history of bait n’ switches by using the audience’s own echo-chamber as a fuel.

So this long, rambling screed is basically an explanation on why I don’t think Rey and Kylo are related (or at least why them being related won’t be the Big Reveal). And all of this is predicated on the idea that the screenwriters are competent, of course. If they aren’t, then we’re all doomed.

Basically, I think the Big Reveal will be the truth about Luke’s Jedi Academy, and Rey’s true identity (see: she’s not a Skywalker, like everyone believes. LE GASP!) I mean, Rey even says it (when talking to BB-8):

“Classified. Really? Me too. Big secret.”

That right there, folks? That’s a clue, delivered with the force of a sledgehammer. You’re welcome.

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Request: Firstborn almost made me cry! Ah, these painful imagines are killing me! I’m definitely going to request a part two once you open up requests haha

Word Count: 1,128

Sneeeaky. I had fun writing this- I just want normal Dean back ;.; Thanks, and I hope you like it!<3


“Psst. Psst, Y/N.” There’s someone by your bed. It’s still dark, and you officially have no idea what’s going on.

For one, in general, you’re woken by a screaming infant. Not by her father, who just so happens to currently be a demon, hanging over you and whispering in your ear.

“I know you’re awake. You’re terrible at pretending.” He prods your shoulder like an impatient child.

You roll over, opening your eyes, “You know, some of us still have to sleep in between feeds.”

He chuckles, “I want to show you something.”

“I’m sleeping.” You sigh. “What is it, four in the morning?”

“Three. Come on. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

You groan, sitting up and pulling your robe over your shoulders- for all you’ve been in bed for five hours, it’s still chilly.

“Alright. Whatever, show me.”

He leads you through to the nursery, where your daughter is still, mercifully, sleeping. You lean against the doorframe, smiling as you see the tiny puppy curled up at her feet.

Ah, the hellhound. Alf, as Dean affectionately named him. To its credit, since you brought the baby back to the bunker, the puppy hasn’t left her side- it insists on sleeping with her, lest he become whiney and spend the night skittering about the bunker and chewing on everything it can find.

Sam, of course, has been working himself into the ground trying to find a cure for Dean’s demon-ness. Sometimes, you have to force him to sleep, and often, use his niece as a bargaining chip- take, for example, last week, when you told him that you were both moving out if he made another pot of coffee tonight. Or the other night, just, when he fell asleep at the table and was all set to start going again as soon as he woke, until you bribed him with baby cuddles.

You? You’re stuck somewhere in between being the best mother you can possibly be, trying to help Sam with curing Dean, or spending time with Dean himself. It’s gotten easier, sure. But it’s still complicated as hell.

You smile at the scene, peaceful and quiet. You can hear Dean stood behind you, and when you turn, he’s smiling. Sure, he’s made of evil now, but apparently, still can feel happiness when it comes to family.

I guess that has to be a good sign.


You hardly have an hour of sleep after that before Sam bursts into your room, showering you in light. You groan.

“How much do I have to pay to get some sleep around here?”

He shoots you a confused look, but shoves a book under your nose.

“I think I know how to fix Dean.”


“Sam, I don’t know. This looks kinda… sketchy.” You bounce the irritable baby in your arms, trying to soothe her.

“No, I know it will work! We don’t need any weird ingredients, it causes no harm to us, and-“

“And requires him to be fully willing.” You sigh, “As much as I want this, I just don’t think… I don’t know.”

“I know how we can make him willing.”



“You heard me.” You flinch away, praying to whatever angel sees fit to bestow a little mercy on you that he doesn’t lash out.

“You cannot do that. I won’t allow it.”

“The last time I  checked, I was her mother and I get to choose who sees her, no matter what that means.” You say, just as you mentally rehearsed. It’s so much harder in person.

“Last time I checked, I could come in anyway.”

“I can put up defences. Like the ones I took down to let you in in the first place.”

He sighs, “Why are you being like this? I don’t get it, you were fine with this a month- oh. Oh. You found a way to make me human again, didn’t you?” He asks, part sad, part angry.

You nod honestly. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

“You don’t see, Y/N, do you?” He asks, moving closer to you, “I’m happy. I don’t have to care about anything, I don’t have and responsibility, the weight of the world isn’t on my shoulders any more. I… you and that little baby girl, that’s all I care about. Making sure you’re both safe. And I can do that! I’m happy and I have power and I’m strong and I don’t feel like I did. I’m so much better, and you just want to take that away?”

You wipe a tear from your eye. This is not Dean. This is not Dean. This is not Dean. The mantra in your head suddenly becomes thin and lifeless.

“Yes. Yes, I do. And until you decide you’re willing to do that too, you’re not coming back.” You say, harsher than you’d thought.

His face falls- he’s figured he could manipulate you emotionally, but apparently, that’s not true.

“Fine. See you on the other side. Well, probably not.”


You spend the next few days setting up defenses against him- traps under welcome mats, salt lines on windows. Everything is rigged so that the slightest demonic activity, you’ll all know about it.

It’s early afternoon, a week and a half after you last saw him, when you get a phone call.



“Oh. I didn’t think you’d answer.” He sounds resigned, almost disappointed- however, there’s a relief there.

“I- uh… yeah. You’re calling because?”

“I’m outside. I want you to take the… the stuff down.” He says softly. When you stay silent, he decides to add, “I’ll do it.”

“Give me a quarter of an hour. This place is rigged to hell and back.”


Sam stayed in the room with Dean- you didn’t want to watch. It’s not that the process is traumatic in any way- in fact, it isn’t even painful. You just didn’t want to watch the hatred in his gaze.

All you had to do is stop him killing. Make him lose the desire for murder. Then, he’s meant to humanize.

They’re in there for two days. Three times a day, to take in meals, avoiding their gazes. You take in drinks every hour, and you bring your daughter in for a while on the first day.

You’re napping, as it happens, when Sam comes into the room. He’s exhausted but relieved and happy.

“Y/N! I think I’ve got it!” He says. You’re up like a shot, leaving your daughter to sleep, and as you walk into the room, you (accidentally, but happily) run into Dean’s embrace.

He’s back. It’s him. The Dean you know and love has returned to you.

“I love you so much.” He whispers, burying his face in your hair. You laugh.

“I love you too.”

I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be - Harry Styles One-Shot

Or the one where Harry is still selfish and missed Y/N a little too late

Also, part two of this one shot but can be ready on its own

It was award season and that meant going to LA and spending the next two weeks being dragged from one event to another. Harry was anything but excited, in fact, excited wasn’t even a word that crossed his mind when he thought about this particular season of the year.

He should’ve been used to it, after five years as a member of One Direction, Harry should’ve felt more comfortable in red carpet than he actually did. It’s not like anyone knew he was uncomfortable, because they didn’t. Harry just gave off an air that said ‘I belong here’.

There was a time when Harry loved being in LA. The spotlight was always a little brighter when he was there, the weather was always nice and everyone seemed to treat him better than they normally would. However, Harry no longer felt the need to go to LA every break he had. He no longer felt like he belonged there, as he had believed a few years ago. Now, LA was just a sad memory of good times, unnecessary fights and you.

Despise his feelings towards the City Of Angels, Harry couldn’t escape from it. It was work and he had people that he loved too much to let down counting on him. Therefore, Harry put his feelings apart, jumped on a plane and flew, only praying for the next two week of his life to go as smoothly as he hoped they would.

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Daniel James Lester, It's Got A Ring To It

Summary: Dan and Phil had been best friends ever since they were little babies, and its taken Dan 18 years to tell Phil how he’s felt. Fast forward and now they find out that they’re parents had set them both up for an arranged marriage, and neither of them are happy about it. 

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 4,022

Warnings: Swearing, but that’s about it really!

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For some reason I need you (Daryl Dixon x Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous: Reader finds Daryl out in the woods and they get swarmed and they help each other out. Lots of fluf but platonic badass teenage daughter//after relationship type stuff?

Word Count:1,267

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TITLE: Delusion

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 02 | Illusory

AUTHOR: cliffordyey

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with you and never wanting to admit it to you due to fear of rejection…


Thor and Jane walked hand by hand into the restaurant. It was their anniversary night; -if you can call it that. I mean, she and Thor didn’t quite remember the exact day they started dating. They didn’t even know if they should count the time they were apart as part of their long-term relationship; but Darcy insisted them to choose a date and Thor decided it’d be that very day. In the end, what was better than go out to dinner at an elegant restaurant in New York as an anniversary date? Thor had to do some business with SHIELD and attend Tony Stark’s stupid birthday party. Of course he’d brought Jane with him and she had dragged the poor Darcy whom was probably pretty bored at the hotel.

“Table for two please”

The waiter puckered, “We’re closed sir … but I’m sure the chef won’t bother to serve you”

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Should we hold hands?

Tom Holland x Reader

italic: Y/N     bold: Tom

Warnings: none

Word count: 2653


-This is the most cliché plotline I could ever use but I had to. Sorry in advance.

-Let me know what is the stuff you want me to put in “warnings” cuz I’ve seen people put swearing and things like that but I don’t think its worth mentioning in warnings so yeah

-If you guys could tell me:

How many words do you want the imagines to be?

Is this too messy?

Do you guys like this kind of normal conversations between the characters or do you want me to go straight to the point?

I would really like to know this kind of stuff…

-Also I’ve been asked to do George pt. 2 and I will but I don’t know when.

-I hope you guys like this imagine!

xxx -K


“Should we hold hands?”

“I guess so? I think it doesn’t matter what stage of the relationship we’re are in. I mean, I think all stages include holding hands…” I said to Tom lifting my hand for him to grab it.

It was going to be our first appearance as a couple. We were faking it, yeah… but still, it had to be perfect or our managers were going to kill us.

Metaphorically of course.


    One month before.    


“You want us to what?”

“Okay kiddos stop acting so surprised, you knew something like this was coming” Said Alicia my manager.

“Al, actually, I am surprised. I mean faking a relationship? for publicity? what? I didn’t thought managers were still pulling that card..”

“Honey things don’t change that much in the celebrities world”

“I can’t do this Al, when I started this career I promised myself I would never do something like this, you know I’m against all this kind of crap”

“Tom? is there something you’d like to say? you’ve been incredibly quiet about this” Said Stan, his manager.

“I agree with Y/N.. I’m against this too.”

“Guys, you’re actors. You lie all the time. What’s the big deal?” Said Alice.

“Yeah, take it as if you guys were filming a new movie” Said Stan.

“And you can’t say no. It’s in your contract.” Said Alice crossing her arms.


“You said you had read it” Said Alice.

“Okay first of all, I didn’t. It was my mom. And, I was seven years old for God’s sake”

“Don’t give me that crap. We renew it every three years, you’re supposed to read it” Said Alice.

“You’ve been my manager since day one, I trusted you.” I said sarcastically.

“Y/N” Said Alice slightly laughing.

“Okay. I’m pulling my last card.”

“Y/N I swear to God if you-” I didnt’t let Alice finish.

“You’re my aunt, can’t you do something to stop this madness?”

“No. And this meeting is over.” Said Alice.

“Tom, do something”

“Y/N, I like this idea as much as you do but if that’s what they think we should do… I’m not saying I agree with this kind of publicity but- okay it’s in our contract, what can I do?”

“It’s settled then.” Said Stan.

“And you guys don’t have to worry about anything. We will take care of it all” Said Alice.


Tom grabbed my hand.

I hate this show. Martin can’t even host. I don’t like being interviewed. I’m gonna kill Alice as soon as this is over. I thought to myself when Martin introduced us.

 "Ladies and gentlemen, the it couple!“ Said Martin Tucci.

I could hear the audience cheering. There was this kind of writing desk where Martin was sitting behind. Then there was a couch sized for two people so Tom sat next to the writing desk and I at his left.

"Aw look at this little love birds holding hands” Said Martin.

“Well Martin, that’s what they are for” Tom said kissing my hand he was holding.

Everyone laughed.

“So guys, you’ve been seen on dates for over a month now and I know we all know you two are boyfriend and girlfriend but there’s people who want to hear it from your mouths” Said Martin.

“Yes, we are a couple.” Tom said placing his hand on my knee slightly stroking it with his thumb.

“So when this whole thing started? while filming your latest upcoming movie? or does this goes way back?” Said Martin taking a sip of the glass of water that was on his desk.

“Well um, we had worked together a few times before but our characters didn’t needed from eachother so we never really spend much time together so um, yeah I think while filming this last movie, us being the main characters, the characters being a couple, all those hours together at set.. it had to happen right?”

We answered typicall questions, questions about us as a couple, questions about the movie that we had already answered in other interviews… I was just really glad the interview went fast and that it was finally over.

“That was great you guys! totally believable! nailed it!” Said Alice as soon as she hopped on the limo.

“Do you think we needed more holding hands? maybe kissing?”

“No, you guys were perfect.”


    Three months after.    

Our body guard was ahead of us making way through the papz for Tom and I to get to the car. We just had dinner.

“Yours or mine tonight?” Said Tom once we were hopped on the car.

“Well, last time it was at my place so..” I said looking at Tom.

“Yeah okay.. at mines today.. hey what if- if you stay the whole week with me? you know since its our week off.”

“Should I ask Alice?”

“You know she’ll say it’s a great idea”

“Okay but don’t forget we have to stop by my place… to get some clothes and stuff…”


“You know Tom, I think it’s time you get one of those sofas that are also a bed. What are they called?”

“I have no idea but I get what you’re saying”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch?”

“No, Y/N. Seriusly. As long as this faking thing go, you can take my room”

“I’m gonna go change into my jammies then”

“When you come down can you get me a shirt?”

“Pants too?”

“Yes! I mean no! shorts please”

“I was thinking we could watch this movie called Mr. Brooks, I think is about a serial killer”

“Who’s on it?”

“I don’t know his name.. Kevin something… I just know its my moms crush”

“What?” Tom laughed.

“Yeah she’s the one who told me to watch it”

“Alright then, want popcorn?”

“Why not” I said going down the stairs.

“I only have with extra butter is that okay?”

“You know I don’t count the carbs that I eat Tom. Give me that, I’ll do it. Here, your clothes”

“Thanks. Hey Jason called and he’s throwing a party tomorrow night. Do you wanna go?” He sounded worried.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you know, we would have to go as a couple”

“What about it?”

“I don’t know.. well… what if you needed some time for yourself? You must be sick of me already”

“Oh Tom.. I’m not sick of you. I’m sick of this fake relationship thing.”

“Just thought-”

“No Tom, really. The only good thing that came up of this was us becoming friends. I’m glad you’re the one I have to fake with.”

“Yeah, me too”

“Now move, that’s my spot”

He rolled his eyes smiling.

Half movie had played when I noticed Tom had fell asleep. I placed his legs on the couch and covered him with a blanket. Turned off the tv and went upstairs to sleep.


Woke up due to the sun hitting my eyes cause of a gap between the curtains.


“Wonder if Tom is already up.” I said to myself.

Put on some sport clothes and silently went downstairs to find Tom still sleeping. So I decided to go for a run.

Got out of Tom’s apartment to spot some papz hidden in the bushes.

Does this assbutts ever take a break? Then I hated myself for thinking that. I mean, after all, that was their job.


“Honey I’m home!” I said sarcastically. Didn’t get an answer from Tom. Maybe he had gone for a run too. I put my earbuds back in my ears. I was listening to “Cry baby” by The Neighbourhood at max volume. Yes, I was gonna probably end up deaf in a future not so far but in that moment I didn’t really cared. This song was my shit.

Got upstairs to Tom’s room, took all my clothes off. Making my way to the bathroom to take a shower, the door opened revealing Tom in just a towel wrapped on his hip. I guess he was taking a shower. I screamed in shock dropping my cellphone to the floor. Then I realized. I was completely naked.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I- I-” Tom said covering his eyes and turning around.

“Jesus fucking Christ Thomas! I thought you had gone for a run or something I- fuck, shit, fuck!” I said running to the closet to find something to cover myself with.

“I thought I heard you but I called your name and you didn’t answered! I’m s- so so sorry!”

“I- I had my earbuds on, the music was loud I- oh my god I’m sorry”

“oh god! oh god!”

“Okay I’m covered!”

He turned around.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Get out!”

“I have to get my clothes!”

“Just- just grab whatever!”

He rushed to the drawers grabing some clothes then ran out the door shutting it.

I took a deep breath. Jesus. I was so embarrassed. How was I gonna look him in the eyes now?


Once showered, laid down in bed making courage to face Tom again.

Went downstairs to find Tom on the couch watching tv.


“Nope. Shut up. We are never talking about this.”

“I was gonna say how was your bath”

“Oh I- um I- it was nice.. you know hot water uh yeah..”



“I didn’t see anything”

“Oh God” I said covering my face with my hands.

“Seriously I-” He got up off the couch and walked towards me.

“I’m so embarrassed. I- I-” I said getting my hands off my face.

“Okay, Y/N? It’s not like its the first time I’ve seen your boobs”


“You know, the sex scene we filmed?”

“Uh- yeah.. hey!” I softly punched his shoulder. “You said you didn’t saw anything!”

“Okay, I did. It was inevitable. You took me by surprise! But hey- hey” He grabbed my face with his hands. “It’s just the human body. I’ll never mention it again I just wanted to say it’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. Seriously.”

“God.” I sighed.

“That said, do you wanna go to the mall to buy something for tonight?”

“For tonight?”

“Yeah, the Jason thing..?”

“Oh yeah, I almost forget.. but you wanna go with me to the mall? you know it may take me ages to decide what to buy”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s fun watching you go crazy shopping”


He laughed.


“Should I had bought the white one?”

“Well, all the dresses you tried looked great on you”

“I think the question was, does the one I’m wearing right now its okay? or is it too much?”

“You look amazing Y/N.. In fact you always look amazing. I don’t know why you worry everytime”

“So.. is that a yes?”

“Yes Y/N, the one you’re wearing right now its totally okay.” He said tapping my thigh with his hand.

“God, I hate when the seats of the car are leather. Wait or is this plastic that look like leahter?”

“I think it’s plastic that look like leather.. Why do you hate it?”

“Cause I’m wearing a short dress and my thighs sweat when touching the seats…”

“If you want to, put your legs on my lap”


“So your thighs don’t touch the seat”

“Aw, thank you but I think we already arrived” I said making him look to the window of the car.


“Tom!” Jason said opening the door. “Come on in you guys! I’m so glad you could come.. I thought you’d be busy doing coupleish things” Jason said hugging us. Yes. Both of us. At the same time.

“I’m gonna go say hi to the girls”

“I’ll catch up with you later” Tom said kissing my cheek.

“Kat!” I said hugging her from behind.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” She hugged me back. “Here, have this”

“What’s this”

“I just know it has alcohol, and I plan on getting you drunk. So yeah. Drink up.”

“Why do you want to get me drunk?” I said taking a sip.

“Well, you started dating Tom and you haven’t wanted to give me any details so I’m getting you drunk so you spill it out. I’m guessing you must be deep in love with him, otherwise, why would you be so hush about it?”

“You’re crazy.”

The party went on. People danced, drank, some left… but I was having a good time. Then Jason called us all into a circle.

“Are you gonna initiate us into a cult or what Jason?” Said Stacy.

“Ha-ha so funny Stacy but no. And I know what y'all gonna say but, we’re gonna play spin the bottle."Jason said.

"What? Are we in high school again?” Said Kyle.

“Shut up bitches, we’re doing it. You all want to, don’t lie to me”

“What about the ones who have a boyfriend? or well, a girlfriend..?” I said.

“If you get the bottle pointing at you, you get to kiss your boyfriend. Don’t worry pretty Lady.” Said Jason.


I was taking a sip of my piña colada when Kat slapped my shoulder.

“WOOOO! Can’t escape from this one bitch!” Kat said screaming.

Focused my look on the bottle who was pointing at Tom. I choked a little on my drink.

“Okay guys we’d make you go into the closet and spend 7 minutes in heaven, but, we’ve never actually seen you guys make out. So. I’d say 15 seconds, kissing, in front of all of us. Tongue included.” Said Jason.

“Can’t afford porn Jason?” Said Tom.

“Kiss already! I’m waiting my turn!” Said Cecil.

Tom got up from where he was sitting to help me get up.

God. I was so nervous. I haven’t really kissed Tom. I mean, while filming but it didn’t count.. the director would always talk us through the kissing and, it was our job. Neither when we started fake dating. It had all been hugs and our faces really close for the papz to photograph. This was completely different. Why was I so nervous? Was all this babbling caused by the alcohol I had drank? the small bite I gave to that pot brownie 2 hours ago? Which by the way I didn’t knew contained pot… Or was it really just that I was afraid that with that kiss I would have to face the feelings that I have been trying to ignore…

“Suck it up bitch, you’re an actress.” I thought to myself.

Then there we were. In the middle of the circle.

Tom grabbed me by my waist with his hands.

“Ready?” He said smiling.

“Yeah..” I said placing my arms around his neck.

He pressed his lips against mine.

I could feel my face heating up. Butterflies started to fill my stomach. The blood running through the veins in my body felt like it was boiling. My legs couldn’t take my weigh anymore. I was completely trembling. Good thing Tom had me firmly gripped by my waist, otherwise I would’ve probably fell.

15 seconds passed and when we separated from the kiss, I accepted it. I was completely in love with Tom.

Masterpost: Matt a.k.a captain of the “Protect Karen at all costs squad”

You’ve probably noticed that Matt has been very protective of Karen since season 1, haven’t you? Well, let’s take a look, because it’s just so cute. Beware, this is going to be a looong post filled with pics!

  • In season 1:

For the record, in 1x01 (around 28′), he offered her to come to his place and he told her: “I will keep you safe, Karen.” He also literally saved her as the Man in the Mask around 40′.

In 1x08, Matts interrupts Karen and Foggy as they were discussing their plan and he tells Karen:  There are things out there. You can’t be doing things like this, you’re gonna get hurt.” 

In 1x13, he told her: “I told you I would keep you safe, Karen. When he came after you over Union Allied. That hasn’t changed.” Later on (around 30′), he’ll tell her and Foggy:  “See, this, in this office, this is what’s important. Knowing that the people I care about are safe and having some sense of closure for the ones we’ve lost.” 

It’s interesting to note that this first season was framed by these same words. Karen proved she was more than able to take care of herself, but Matt swore to protect her and that’s what he’s been doing, whether as Matt or Daredevil. He never forgot what he told her when they first met. He never forgot that night.

  • In season 2:

In 2x04, when Matt realizes Karen left with the Frank Castle files while he and Foggy were talking, he gets worried and wants to come after her more than anything else, but Foggy reminds him they have work to do:

When he realizes something is wrong..

When he realizes Karen’s gone.

He sighs, and all of a sudden, says: “I have to find her” and rushes to the door.

And that’s when Foggy stops him and you can see how frustrated and worried he is.

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