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You’re Nuts Dude (Tom Holland x Reader)

Note(s): Sorry I haven’t written anything in a while dolls! I’ve been camping so there’s not much time >.<  I think this is the longest imagine I’ve written so far! Hope you enjoy it dolls x


Warning(s): nothing, just major fluff and feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelsssssssss


Summary: Remember that girl? Who didnt believe Tom was Spidey? Yeah? Well she sure as hell does now.





Tom sighed as he slammed his temporary locker shut before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and stalking off. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over,  it would be his last time setting foot in this school. The last time he’d be publicly embarrassed in front of at least thirty science wiz kids. He’d finally be free.


It had been a joke when he suggested to Marvel that he spend sometime in a High School, since he was British and had no clue how High Schools worked. Apparently Marvel thought that it would be a good idea and so three weeks  later the British actor found himself outside the Bronx School of Science with a fake name,a  backpack and a pencil case.


His time at the school hadn’t been a complete nightmare. There was this one girl, who coincidentally was in all of the classes Tom had to attend. She had these, mesmerising (eye colour) eyes that complimented her soft (skin colour) skin, along with a smile that could light up an entire room. She was incredibly sweet and so smart that Tom would’ve been lying if he said that it wasn’t a turn on. Tom had remembered her name to be (Y/N) and he’d heard that she’d been practically guaranteed a place at Harvard University in the future.


The bell rung above the young actors head, signalling  the final period of the day. With a huff Tom made his way to class, praying that  time would pass quickly.





Tom couldn’t help himself from staring she was just so… beautiful. He was transfixed with the way  she bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on solving the equation written out on the board. The way her hair would fall over her face as she worked, and how she would constantly have to brush behind her ears to prevent the luscious (hair colour) locks from obstructing her vision.


God, she was perfect.


Tom rested his face in the palms of his hands, his elbows resting on the desk for support. He gazed at her dreamily, wondering what’d be like to kiss those pretty pink lips, he bet they were soft and tasted of vanilla. He wondered what it’d be like to spend a Sunday afternoon with her, cuddling up in tons of blankets. He wondered-


“Mr Wilson, are you with us?”


At first Tom didn’t respond, still not used to being called by his fake name.  The professor standing at the head of the classroom called out again, attempting to gain Tom’s attention. All the while is brown hues were kept trained on her. “Sam Wilson?”


It wasn’t until she had turned her head to stare at Tom curiously that he realised he was been called. Sam Wilson. How ironic, marvel seriously couldn’t think of a better fake name.  He swore Anthony Mackey hated him anyways. Tom shook his head quickly, breaking out of his reverie and turning his attention to the teacher. “Ah-uh-um…y-yes sir?” Tom replied with a stammer, crumbling under the pressure of her intrigued gaze.


(Y/N) had her head turned to face the boy, an eyebrow quirked with interest. A smirk played at her pink lips as she eyed Tom, a mischievous glint in her       (eye colour) eyes. “Do you know the answer Mr Wilson?”


Tom’s head immediately snapped in the direction of the teacher’s voice, he glanced down at his worksheet only to see it completely blank. Damn physics. Damn (Y/N) for being so god damn attractive. And distracting. He looked back up at the teacher and shook his head with a blush, feeling 30 pairs of eyes trained on him. “Maybe if he stopped staring at (L/N) like that, he’d actually be able to get something right!”  A kid called out, sending the class intro streams of laughter.


Tom bowed his head, slightly embarrassed. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see the (hair coloured) girl, turn away from him to flip off the other student. “Why don’t you shut up Alexander?” She snapped fiercely. “Let him stare! At least he knows he’s good enough to get some”.


The class was sent into fits of laughter, as Alexander ducked his head. (Y/N) turned back to look at Tom, a grin gracing her supple lips as she winked at him, he only nodded sheepishly in response before her attention was stolen by the teacher, who was attempting to silence the class.


After a few minutes of the teacher blabbing on about half-lives and the life cycle of a star, (Y/N) turned to face the British boy sitting next to her, doodling in his notebook. “Hey man” she called out, gaining Tom’s attention, their eyes met and she could see that Tom’s brown hues had a hit of nervousness in them. “What’s your deal?”


Tom’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. This was the first time that she had talked to him directly and being the stupid teenage boy he was, Tom desperately wanted her to like him. He could make up some kind of lie? But then that would totally backfire on him since he’s a terrible liar. He could also tell the truth? I mean who wouldn’t find playing spiderman awesome? Not to mention the fact that honesty is the best policy.


“You wanna know what my secret is?” Tom blurted out before his brain could catch up. The girl beside him, only nodded. The boy sighed, before looking her directly in the eye. “I’m Spiderman”


Silence.


“My name isn’t Sam Wilson, it’s actually Tom Holland” the boy continued, in hopes of impressing the intelligent girl beside him. He quickly dropped the fake American accent to continue. “I’m British and I’ve been sent here undercover by Marvel for the past 3 days”


(Y/N) eyed him with a curious look before bursting out into fits of giggles, Tom watched her incredulously. She sure was gorgeous when she laughed, the way her smile reached her eyes where they would crinkle at the corner and- But she didn’t believe him?


“You’re-ha-so…funny!” The girl said between hushed giggles, leaning on the palm of her hand, smiling at Tom. He shook his head, a blush rising on his cheeks as the bell rung, signalling the end of class. (Y/N) briefly looked up, before leaning over her desk to wink at Tom.


She stood, picking up her bag and packing away her belongings before slinging the bag over her shoulder. Tom mimicked her actions, now standing opposite her awkwardly. “You’re a great lab partner” she said, grinning at him.


“T-thanks”. Tom stuttered “you are too”


She smiled, looking down at her feet. With a blush she looked up at Tom, moving to walk out of the class room as it cleared up. “I hope you have a nice weekend, ‘Tom Holland” she whispered sweetly, air quoting ‘Tom Holland’. “I’ll see ya on Monday? Yeah?”


Tom smiled at her sadly. “Yeah Monday…”






(Y/N) smiled as she stepped off the plane in Atlanta. The warm breeze, weaved its way through her lose (hair coloured) locks, causing it to gently sway in the breeze. She happily hopped down the steps , excited at the thought of exploring the state.


It was to be (Y/N)’s first time in Atlanta and she would be visiting her favourite person in the whole world. Her cousin, Laura Harrier.


(Y/N) and Laura had been extremely close since they were young, they did everything together and were practically like sisters. Although there were a good  six years between the two girls, they were almost identically alike.


The girl patiently waited for her luggage at the conveyer belt, her mind absently drifting of all the things she could do and explore in Atlanta. Her flower patterned suitcase went round the conveyer belt around at least five times before it was taken off by someone near by.


“I believe this belongs to you madam” the voice called out, grasping hold of the girl’s attention. (Y/N) turned, her (hair colour) locks bouncing as she did so. As she did, she was met with the beaming and radiant face of her cousin, Laura. The two girls squealed as they pulled each other on for a long and comforting hug. When they pulled away, Laura held her younger cousin at arms length, before giving her a twirl, causing the young girl’s sun dress to spin around with her.


“Laura!” (Y/N) chirped, quickly hugging her cousin again. “It’s so good to see you! I missed you so much!”


The older brunette, held her cousin at arms length, admiring her features. “I’ve missed you too! Look at how much you’ve grown!” Laura gushed, smiling down at her shorter relative. (Y/N) pouted playfully, softly smacking Laura on her arm.


“You make me sound like a baby” (Y/N) whined in a playful manner. Laura laughed at her, a mischievous glint in her brown doe eyes.


“That’s because you are a baby


“I’m only six years younger than you”


Laura smirked, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. “Exactly”


The pair begun to walk out of the airport, sunglasses pulled down over their eyes avoid the paparazzi. They managed to make their way to Laura’s sleek black car, where her driver loaded in the luggage and opened the door for the pair. “So I was thinking-” the twenty seven year old actress begun. “That we grab a bite to eat at this adorable little corner cafe downtown before we drop your bags off at the hotel and-”


“Sounds like you’ve got this all planned out” the (hair colour) girl grinned, an eyebrow quirked at her cousin. Laura rolled her eyes in response, before digging in her purse as her phone rung. She gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile, before answering the call with a hushed whisper. The younger cousin let out a hushed laugh, looking out the window as she did so, admiring the streets of the state she’d never been to before. The sun reflected of the roofs of cars, creating a glare with an array of colours. The sky was as clear as day, only small fragments of clouds dotting the pale blue abyss or disappearing into small wisps of white.


“Sorry about that” Laura’s voice pulled the younger girl out of her thoughts . “Tom managed to mess up a scene at the studio and they want me to come in to shoot it again”


Wait?” (Y/N) called out in shock, causing the driver to hit the breaks.  The pair of cousins were launched forward by the force, almost colliding with the backs of the chairs. “Scene? as in movie scene?


Laura laughed, slapping her cousin on the leg. “Well duh? I’m an actress! Silly!”


“I know that!” (Y/N) exclaimed, an expression of shock displayed on her soft features. “But you got a new role! Congratulations girl!”


The older brunette blushed bashfully, smiling a bit. The driver revved up the engine, moving along with the traffic and making a left for the studios. “I was going to surprise you, since you’re such a big marvel fan…”


Laura trailed off, winking at her cousin. (Y/N)’s jaw dropped, her (eye colour) doe eyes widening. This only meant one thing. “You’re in a Marvel movie?!”


It took all of the young woman’s will power not to scream in the car. All the while her older cousin and best friend sat there grinning. The younger cousin waved her hands about excitedly, having been a fan of the comics all her life and having a cousin in the newest movie was a big deal to her. She was proud of her cousin and was so excited to see how she would perform. Although (Y/N) was never really into the movies, she’d definitely be seeing this one in support of her elder cousin. “Yes! This is crazy right?” Laura gushed, grasping her cousin’s hands.


“So crazy!” (Y/N) grinned. “This is all so exciting!”


“Just wait until you meet the cast” the twenty-seven year old actress stated, absentmindedly, leaning over to point the driver in the right direction.


“The cast?!”


Let’s just say, (Y/N) almost deafened Laura and the driver.






After dropping off (Y/N)’s luggage at Laura’s trailer, the pair headed over to the lunch trailer to grab something to eat. The two cousins made their way up the steps together, Laura was chatting excitedly about the friends she had made a few months into shooting whilst her younger cousin absentmindedly day dreamed. She was about to meet the cast of a marvel movie. Right on the other side of the door could be stars like Robert Downey junior, or even Chris Evans!


They made their way through the door, opening it up to find an arguing  group of actors and actresses roughly their age. “One hundred percent Gryffindor student!” A male voice called out, as if his opinion wasn’t obvious enough. “I mean who’s gonna go 'Yeah I wanna be in Hufflepuff!’”


“A lot of people actually” a female voice interjected. “Eddie Redmayne in fact.”


(Y/N) rolled your eyes at the conversation. Any Harry Potter fan would know that Hufflepuff was J.K Rowling’s favourite house.  She looked to Laura who was already shaking her head with a knowing look. “I know what you’re thinking, and honestly they’re not that bad. Not everyone is a Harry Potter nerd like you” the older woman chuckled. (Y/N) grinned, taking hold of her cousin’s hand before heading further into the trailer. The pair headed straight for the snack table, gaining the attention of the cast.


“Hey guys!” Laura chirped, causing heads to turn in her direction. Three pairs of eyes connected with the two cousins.


Laura!” The group chorused, attacking her with hugs.


“What are you doing back here girl?” A voice she recognised to be Zendaya’s, questioned. “I thought you had the rest of the day off.


I did“ Laura giggled, with a smirk, her gaze drifting lazily over to a brunette haired male. “But someone, managed to mess up a scene. So I had to come back”

Of course” Zendaya laughed, her hair bouncing around as she playfully shook her head. Her brown eyes shifted to the figure standing behind the twenty-seven year old. “And who’s this cutie?”


At this point everyone had gathered by the table. Laura stepped aside, revealing her cousin to her friends. “Everyone, this is my younger cousin, (Y/N)”  Laura babbled sweetly. “She’s visiting from the Bronx!”


“Hey everyone” she whispered shyly.


As soon as the name was uttered, Tom’s eyes flickered up. That was a  name he hadn’t heard for years. He was certain that he’d misheard his co-star. As far as he was concerned, he’d seen the last of that girl after his time in high school. One of Tom’s biggest regrets was not giving her his number. If he had a pound for every time he’d thought of her, he’d be filthy rich, or even more.


The British actor swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Laura and her  younger cousin make rounds, meeting everyone. She’d already met Zendaya, and was now talking with Jacob. 'This couldn’t be her, no way.’ He thought, it was highly unlikely, it was virtually impossible, it was-


You?!” She shrieked, her (eye colour) doe eyes widening as she dropped her bag. Tom’s mouth dropped open. It really was her.


(Y/N) (L/N). The girl he constantly thought about for the last 3 years. All the while, the three remaining actors eyed the pair curiously.


“Do you two…know each other?” Jacob asked. A small blush rose on Tom’s cheeks as he tried to make eye contact with the girl opposite him. He noticed how her eyebrows were still raised in shock and how her eyes shined with recognition.


“Yeah…” (Y/N) spoke cautiously, reaching down to pick up her bag, sadness etched into her voice “Sam went to my high school for about three days, he disappeared and I never saw him again.”


Zendaya, Laura and Jacob eyed each other weirdly, before looking back at the confused pair. “Sam?” Zendaya laughed. “That’s Tom sweet cheeks”


Tom grimaced, as (Y/N)’s expression twisted from one of shock to one of confusion. The atmosphere was tense, you could cut the tension with a knife in there. A small, pink blush dusted her cheeks, as she tried to piece together the situation. “But I-but-he-we”


So this was the girl Tom talked about in his interviews” Jacob teased with a wink. “The pretty girl who didn’t believe he was Spidey, the one who called him crazy?”


Laura looked at (Y/N), shocked. “You’re that girl?”


(Y/N) stood opposite Tom, blushing hard. She had no idea what was going on, or how to wrap her head around the situation. Sam was Tom. Tom was Sam. There was no Sam. The cute nerdy boy from her physics class was Tom Holland. The Tom Holland. An actor.


Before anyone had a chance to speak, a stage hand came in to ask for the young actors. Laura was needed in hair and makeup so she could re-shoot her scene. Zendaya and Jacob were also needed as they had a couple lines in the scene. Tom had to reshoot his part a bit later as he had to put on the suit.


“Make sure she doesn’t die!” Laura called out as she left, causing both Jacob and Zendaya  to laugh out loud. They soon exited , leaving Tom and (Y/N) alone. Since it was a nice day out, Tom offered to take the younger girl on a tour of the sets. They explored the prop rooms and costume areas, they also talked about the movie. Tom did is best to make sure he didn’t tell (Y/N) any spoilers. He loved seeing how her eyes lit up as they walked between sets and admired different props. He loved the way her small fingers trailed over the costumes carefully, as if she was afraid to damage them.


Suddenly, the weather changed from sunny to dark and dreary. The grey clouds chucking down buckets of rain. The pair growing cold and soaked, ran quickly back to Tom’s trailer to seek shelter. Once inside, they shed their jackets that clung to their skin and Tom quickly changed his shirt (not that (Y/N) minded, she liked the way Tom’s abs looked). He timidly offered (Y/N) a spare shirt of his own and was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.


The girl stepped out of the cramped space, her now wet clothes folded into a neat pile as she let Tom’s white shirt flow over her body. Her bare feet padded over the carpeted floor, as she made her way to Tom’s leather couch on the far side of his trailer.


He was scrolling through his phone, replying to fan’s tweets and liking Instagram fan art. He barely noticed (Y/N) sitting down beside him. She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her arms on them before propping her chin up. The       (skin toned) girl coughed lightly, capturing Tom’s attention.


“So, Monday huh?” She whispered, with a light chuckle, remembering their last conversation. At this point, Tom had slipped his phone into his back pocket.


“Yeah...Monday


They both laughed, it was almost as if they were reliving the conversation. There was a silence that swept over the pair, the only sounds coming from the rain beating on the roof of the trailer. “You know, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” Tom spoke after a little while. (Y/N) looked up at him, taking in his soaked and adorable appearance. The way his hair fell over his soft brown eyes. God he was cute.


She let out a small laugh. “Don’t you think I should be the one saying that?” Tom let a small smile grace his lips as she talked. “I mean, I was looking forward to seeing you that next Monday, I came back to find out you had gone, gotta say, I was heart broken. Mr Wilson


Tom laughed at his fake name, before shifting fully to face her . “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye”


“You better be sorry” (Y/N) scolded playfully, slyly grinning at the young actor. “I had just worked up the courage to ask you out, I really liked you, y'know?”


It was Tom’s turn to be surprised, he couldn’t believe the girl he was crushing on liked him back. “Y-y-yo-you liked me?” He stuttered, his hand reaching to rub the back of his neck . (Y/N) nodded bashfully, smiling at Tom.


“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you stared at me, I thought it was cute!”


Tom couldn’t help but hide his face in a pillow, when (Y/N) laughed at his cuteness he chucked the cushion at her, hitting her square in the face. She squealed, trying to push herself away from him as the British boy launched himself at her, his fingers attacking her sides.


“Puh-pah-please Tom!” She begged between breathless giggles as he tickled her some more. Eventually, when her laughs turned to wheezes, Tom ceased his tickling. It was only then that they realised the position they were in, her back was to the sofa and Tom was laying between her legs, their faces pressed close and his hands by her sides.


(Y/N) looked Tom directly in the eyes, admiring the little flecks of black in his brown hues. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were actually Tom Holland”


Tom smiled gently. “And I can’t believe I didn’t ask you  out sooner”


(Y/N) noticed how the air in the room had become scarce, and how hot her body felt pressed up beneath Tom’s. She thought back to how hard she’d been crushing on him during her senior year and how much she’d thought about letting him get away. Even after all these years, her feelings for him were still strong. She let her (eye colour) hues flick between his own and his lips.


At the same time, Tom thought about all the months he regretted not trying to stay in contact, he thought about all the times he wished she could’ve been his. And here she was, wrapped up in his arms, close to him. Before the British actor could even process what he was doing, his eyes had fluttered closed and he was pressing his lips to hers.


The kiss was sweet and full of so many unspoken emotions. The girls soft lips melded perfectly with Tom’s as they captured one another. (Y/N) let her small hands travel to the nape of the boy’s neck, her fingers twisting in the small hairs that resided there. The British actor snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her closer. The bare skin of her smooth thighs creating a burn on his arms as he lifted her. When they pulled away, (Y/N)’s eyes were still closed. Tom grinned, pressing a small kiss to her nose, causing her to open them. She smiled up at him.


“Wow” she breathed, causing the man above her to nod in agreement. “I guess we better thank Marvel, for sending you to my school or otherwise this wouldn’t have happened”


Tom gave the girl in his arms a toothy smile as she lazily gazed up at  him, her soft fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of his arms. “And I guess I have a new story to tell in my interviews”


“You do?”  She smirked. “What’s it about?”


“It’s about how I get the girl that didn’t believe me and how head over heels I am for her” Tom murmured, leaning in for another kiss. (Y/N) sighed, contented.


“Is that your way of asking me out Mr Holland?” (Y/N) teased causing the actor to roll his eyes.


“And  what if it was? What would you say?”


The young girl pretended to ponder for a second, before leaning up to Tom’s ear. “I’d say, 'you’re nuts dude’” she whispered “do you know what I’d say next?”


“What would you say next?” The brunette boy whispered back, leaning down, so that their lips were almost touching.


“I’d say…hell yes”

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Prompt: Could you do a soulmate fic with Kirk??? Soulmate au anon here! Ummm, I think the one where matched pairs share the same image somewhere on their bodies? What the image is, I leave that up to your brilliant mind to decide :)

Warnings: nah man beside a little suggestive talk you good

Pairing: Jim/reader

A/N: I like soulmate AUs  I like the idea of it being embarrassing places. I like this. I’m definitely up for soulmate AUs when I open up request. Especially embarrassing ones.

Word Count: 1347

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Arkham Encounter, Part 2 Smut

PART 1

Following your first encounter, Jerome is eager to spend more time with you…and a power outage provides him with the perfect opportunity to do so!

WARNINGS: vulgar language, adult situations oral sex (female receiving, penetration, still smug af Jerome. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by aleggorik

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Shapeshifter

Peter Pan X Reader

Word Count: 1052

Requested: @two-souls-world

Request: Omg! Can you please write more like this! 😍

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

You seemed to appear out of nowhere your wings folded to hide Henry as the lost boys backed away from you. “Great there are angels now too?” Emma asked rolling her eyes and lowering her sword.

“Shapeshifter and you’re all going to listen to me because I really don’t want to have my magic suspended again…” You groaned.
“Glad you could make the show.” Pan said from his perch on the cliff “but why would I listen to you, I rule this island and everything on it belongs to me.” You moved your wings revealing Henry who was huddled behind you.
“I have someone you all want.” You smirked now. “Now that I have everyone’s-” You were cut off this time by an arrow in your shoulder. “What the hell!?” You glared at Snow White before pulling it out, everyone watched as your veins turned back you body expelled the poison. “That was not nice and now I’m leaving, with your grandson.”
Then you glanced at Peter and threw the arrow at him, only meaning to distract him and it worked when he looked back you were gone, Henry with you.

“This isn’t very hidden,” Henry noted when you told him that you were both in the middle of both camps.
“I don’t remember saying that I was trying to hide.” You mumbled as you put wards around the camp that you were about to create.
“You want them to find us?” Henry asked.
“Yeah hopefully at the same time.” You said concentrating on putting up the protection wards.

“Who was that?” Emma asked.
“That is a shapeshifter and you definitely not getting your son back now,” Pan smirked down at them. “At least not without my help.”
“We don’t need your help.” Snow glared.
“You say that but you don’t even know her name. Let alone where to find her.” Pan smirked.
“He has a point.” Regina nodded.
“Yeah well, I find people for a living,” Emma said.
“Well, what if they’re not trying to hide?” Pan asked and Emma frowned.
“What are you talking about?” Emma asked.
“She’s here to set the balance right and that means restoring magic to Neverland.” Pan started to explain.
“So Henry’s in danger with her!?” Regina asked.
“I never said that.” Pan denied. “She won’t hurt him but why would she tell us both unless she wants both of us there.”
“He’s right shapeshifters are careful.” David agreed.
“So what? We invite the enemy along?” Emma asked.
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Pan quoted pushing his hand out. “Besides I don’t need Henry anymore, the shapeshifter’s heart is much stronger.” Regina shot forward shaking his hand before he could take back the words, he just smirked.

“Henry come here!” You called he walked over to you and you grabbed his hand pulling it over the line, “you feel that burning?” he nodded. “That will kill you if you try and leave without me around, so stay inside the circle and try and stop everyone else from trying to get in.” You winked before you disappeared.

“I’m feeling a lot of high tension.” You smirked from your perch in the tree.
“Where is he!?” Emma asked eyes following you as you jumped out of the tree raising her sword when you were on the floor.
“I really would not point that in my direction.” You warned you wing stretched out behind you where they could see some of the feathers were turning or had completely turned black.
“What’s happening to your wings?” Snow asked.
“They don’t like it when you don’t listen.” You smirked ruffling your wings and pointing up to the sky.
“They?” Emma asked.
“My higher ups.” You answered. “You guys call them the archangels.”
“What do you call them?” David asked.
“Annoying.” You answered bluntly.
“Where is Henry?” Regina asked and you looked at her.
“Safe.” You answered.
“If you’re not an angel what are you?” Emma asked.
“I’m a shapeshifter, human call us angels, they think we work for a god but there isn’t one that I’ve seen but on that score, you be better off asking the archangels themselves.” You shrugged. “We are the perfect balance of everything but we are not perfect.”
“Angels are supposed to be good… Why won’t you help us?” Emma asked.
“Ever wondered how demons are made?” You asked and they stayed silent. “Well when someone needs guidance an angel is sent, so who was I sent to guide?” You asked.
“Henry,” Emma answered and you shook your head.
“I wasn’t sent to guide anyone, I wasn’t sent at all. I was told not to come here, I’d become too attached to… him.” You pointed at Pan “he intrigues me and I never stop learning but they don’t accept that so now my wings are turning black.”
“You’re turning into a demon,” Regina said.
“Yeah… Because I won’t kill him. Demons are slaves to their impulses once I become a demon I’ll be a force with too much power to control… Unless I anchor it here.” You explained.
“What?” Emma asked.
“This place is running out of magic and I’m a constant supply, I just need to anchor my power here, most of it’ll flow through this place instead of me and keep this place alive and you get to go home with your son.” You answered. “So let me do my job.”

They all watched as you stretched your black wings, you (E/C) eyes now turned red and your body language was completely different. “(Y/N)?” Henry asked.
“Hey, kid.” You waved.
“Are you okay?” Emma asked.
“Define okay.” You mumbled. “Turns out the only thing that changes is your fixation.”
“What?” Snow asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” You waved her off, “just go.” You ordered, “oh and Pan you have your island back go cause some trouble.” Emma dragged Henry away, the other following behind them but Peter stayed standing in front of you.
“You know that I can’t let you leave…” Peter smirked over at you.
“I don’t want to.” You looked back at him eyes seeming to brighten when you did.
“Why is that?” He asked.
“You have a loyal and powerful servant.” You smiled.
“Well, love let’s have some fun.” He smiled taking your hand.

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Lost In Translation

Day 16, prompt “shitty dp aus”. This idea came to me when my friend @kuro-misaki pointed out the difference between English and Spanish version in one line. S02E03, “Pirate Radio”. In English version Dash says: “You’re one brave geek, Fenton. When I’m wailing on you tomorrow, I’ll be wailing on a hero.“. But in Spanish version, he uses “gemir”, so he basically says  "When I make you moan tomorrow, I’ll be making a hero moan.”. 

And that’s how the idea for, well, some kind of an AU was born. In this universe, Dash’s line was from the Spanish version. Enjoy!


When Ember and Youngblood kidnapped all the adults in the town, he knew he needed to save them. And if he had a whole army of teens he could use to help, he was going to do just that.

“Listen up people!” He yelled at the teens standing below him. “If you want your parents back, you’re going to have to follow my lead!”

Why should we follow you, Fentoad?”

Of course. The one voice of disagreement.

“You’re right, Dash.” Fortunately he’s got a counterargument. One that even Dash couldn’t answer. “Let’s follow the other kid, that comes from a family of ghost hunters and knows how to work all their gear!”

He saw the frown. Perfect. It didn’t matter, he got no shot anyway.

“No takers? Alright then, who’s with me?”

All of them joined. Perfect.

“Wow, Danny! How’d you do that!” Sam obviously never believed he would be capable of leading people. She probably thought she would get the job of a leader.

“You just have to know the right words.” He answered simply.

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Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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Piece of Cake

Warning: …cussin and waste of food, also unedited(raw draft)
a/n: oneshot drabble, jam fluff. Getting those writing juices flowin’
Summary: high school au/ hamilton
w/c: 3733

“Why the hell are we here?” Alexander groaned, he ran a hand down his tired face. He started to think back at the series of events that led him here. Where was here? Sitting at a long table for two in a Home Economics class. There were various cooking tools, bowls, a sink and small two burner stove top oven…and there was his partner. The bile began to rise up his throat and threatened to force a gag out of him. He glanced over at the purple bomber jacket wearing, big haired, facial hair on fleek idiot beside him. His partner sported a face of immense disinterest, his eyes on his phone as he scrolled with his thumb.

“Because you’re a fucking idiot who got us kicked out of Creative Writing.” Thomas responded with a hiss, he didn’t look up while he spoke to Alexander, he didn’t want to look at the face of the guy who placed him in this bullshit elective.

Honestly that was not how he remembered it going down at all. What he remembered was signing up for the Creative Writing class with his friends Aaron and Gilbert. His best friend John Laurens wasn’t a fan of writing and took on Aquatics as his elective. Alexander was more of an academic, though he tried his hand in sports. He was fairly good at wrestling but found it hard to maintain the proper weight/height ratio to stay in his class. He decided to follow Aaron in a more relaxed subject, one he knew he was well versed at as well. As for Gilbert…well he was in it because Mr. Washington was teaching the class.

Alexander only expected the best of the best to be there, Angelica Schuyler’s little sister Eliza was taking the class, as she did the year before. It was highly recommended after that. Alexander expected James Madison the kid who skipped two full grades to be there, he seemed to enjoy writing as well. What he didn’t expect was Thomas Jefferson to be there. Apparently he was some kid that moved away then moved back or some weird drama. He was popular when he left and even more so when rumors flooded in that he and Angelica were dating. 

Not. True.

He wasn’t a fan of someone who just waltzed into school like that. Alexander wasn’t popular…he tried and he was popular among his close friends. Most people found him annoying, the kid who got in trouble and still managed to get the grades. Kid who never shut up and pissed off nearly everyone. It took a certain kind of person to put up with him. “Maybe if you didn’t start talking shit I wouldn’t have thrown my book at you.” Alex growled back, remembering clearly that in the middle of his discussion, Thomas had clearly leaned over to Madison. He looked right at Alex and laughed right at him.

Thomas rolled his eyes, still not giving Alex the benefit of meeting his eye contact. “Please, you don’t even know I was talking about you and even if I was, someone who talks as much shit as you should be able to take it.” The dislike was mutual. Thomas was not a fan of popularity in the sense of having people flock him. He liked being admired from afar. Little knew but he was quite awkward around too many people, often leaning on the moral support of his friends like Madison. Alexander threw him off balance. He was boisterous and impossible to ignore, more importantly he brought out an ugly side to Thomas that no one had seen before.

“I can take the shit talking!” Alex yelled, earning a hush from their new elective teacher. Of course, it was bold face lie. Alexander could deal out some of the rudest, wittiest insults but the moment it was directed back at him he flew off the handle. In his mind, he had to have the last word, the last say, the last insult no matter what. He was in the middle of a great discussion when Thomas interrupted him. Sure throwing his book across the room and taking out Madison instead of Thomas was a bad idea. It would have been well worth it if he had hit Thomas instead. “No one told you to return fire…”

“You fucking socked James in the face with your book and gave him a nosebleed.”

“I said I was sorry.” Alex crossed his arms.

“After you complained about how your shot would have been perfect if it wasn’t for his, and I quote, ‘bulbous air brained head’” Alexander smirked to himself, it was a good time to use his word of the day. “Now thanks to you, James is stuck in the nurse’s office and the only other elective I get is Home Ec, stuck with you.”

The fight didn’t go over well with George. Who, as much as he loved Alexander as a student and a person, wanted him to learn a little restraint even when it came to those he had trouble tolerating. Alex felt personally attacked. He was Washington’s favorite, he was the cool new kid that everyone befriended. Then the ‘legend’ Thomas Jefferson, rich, snobby, basketball player comes back and everyone is up in arms. Angelica and Lafayette were apparently his friends first, George missed him since he coached the team. Even Aaron Burr spoke highly of Thomas. It was sickening. “Whatever lets just get this over with.”

The bell rang and Mrs.Adams began instruction they were to make a dish  that reminded them of home. The deep sentimentality made Alexander’s stomach churn. He had been through various foster homes, hopscotched around so many times the past was just a blur. That was another internal lie, he purposely tried to keep his past in the past. He looked over at Thomas. He was from the South or something, he remembered hearing that stupid twang in his voice. He probably wanted to make fried chicken or something. They were suppose to work together, other groups already started brainstorming while Thomas started taking out pots from the cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Alex watched as Thomas silently began to maneuver around him.

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” He answered, “Be a doll, and get me some cheese from the fridge.”

“This suppose to be a team thing, we didn’t discuss what we’re making.” Alex ignored his instructions. Thomas rolled his eyes and went to get the items himself. Fine,if that was how he was going to play it. Alexander went to the back and grabbed a large, clear, cylindrical container of ground up coffee.

He returned just as Thomas was filling up a pot with sink water. “What are You doing?”

“I’m going to make my comfort food.” Alexander echoed in a mocking voice, it was hard to mock Thomas’s voice. It was low and rumbly but not at all gritty. It was…smooth and low, like dark chocola–

“We can’t make two different foods, we can only turn in one.” Thomas glared as Alexander popped the container open and started measuring out a few cups of ground coffee. “Coffee isn’t even a fucking food, you dunderhead.” 

“Doll, now Dunderhead, what are you fifty?” Thomas was old fashion, his tastes were dated and so was were his insults apparently. “Hm, then I guess whoever finishes first gets to turn in our assignment.” Alex mused watching Thomas’s dark eyes narrow at him. They shared a silent moment, which was rare, nothing but glares and shallow breathing before they broke away and furiously went to cooking. Racing to be the other.

Thomas turned and dumped all of the pasta in the water before it was boiling. Alex went and started practically throwing cups of flour into the bowl with his coffee. A puff of flour rose from his bowl and dusted itself onto Thomas’s jacket sleeve. “Fucking watch it slob.” He tore off his jacket and revealed intensely toned biceps and a tight tshirt that hugged his wide chest. Alexander clenched his jaw unable to repress the small wave of shock. Thomas felt eyes on him and looked down. Alexander was glaring a hole into Thomas ‘s arm. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” He purred.

The shorter student felt a rage. The same violent rage he felt when he heard Thomas laugh at him. That stupid, soft, bell like laugh that was warm and light, completely contradicting what Hamilton assumed his laugh would sound like. With no book to throw and no time to waste, Alex eyed the open bag of flour that was between him and Jefferson. In midmix he elbowed the back and watched it flop over all over Thomas’s side of the table. “Whoops.” Alex smiled, the flour trickled off the side of the table down to Thomas’s fancy oxfords.

His southern attitude shined as he sucked his teeth and rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Thomas kicked off some of the excess flour from his feet and looked over at Alex. He waited until he was measuring cups of milk and just as he began to Thomas nudged his arm causing him to spill out of the bowl and onto himself. “Whoops~”

“You, fuckin’” Alex turned and was met by a flour covered hand smearing the white dust all over his face.

“Good look for you, Hamilton, ever considered wearing makeup to cover up those baby hairs on your chinny-chin-chin?” Thomas smirked, insulting the only thing that kept the strangely rosy, baby faced Hamilton from looking overly feminine. Thomas went back to stirring the pasta now that the water was now in a rolling boil. Hamilton angrily wiped his face, getting only some of the flour off his skin. He looked down at the batter he was making and smirked.

“Thomas…” Alexander cooed, sickly sweet. Falsely sweet but it sent a strange sensation down Thomas’s spine. He turned his head cautiously and noticed Alexander was still covered in flour. Ha. He smirked but it started to fade when he tried to read Alex’s expression. It was soft, no smile, cheeks flared. He was slightly disarmed, long enough for Alex to lean forward. Thomas’s nervous and awkward tendencies started to shine as he backed up, slightly gawk like expression in his eyes. Hamilton, confident as always, got so close their chests bumped. And fast as a whip, Thomas’s well maintained facial hair was slapped by Alex. He felt a wet, goop on his face. “I think coffee cake batter is a good shade for you.”

Jefferson frantically shoved Alex aside, his bowl in his hand, as he hogged the sink. Alex lost control of his bowl and his batter went flying all over the floor. Thomas ran out water over his face. He made quick work of the cake mix before it made him break out.

A livid Alexander who’s “hard work” was now splattered on the ground walked over to the sink. He pressed his thumb against the faucet hole and the water pressure exploded as a stream of water aimed at Thomas’s wild, mane like hair. “You missed a spot”

Thomas shook his head, his curls now hung low heavy from being dampened. “So did you!” He grabbed Alexander by the collar and held him up a few inches off the ground.

“BOYS” Mrs. Adams glared at them. “I hope you two have your dish done in the next thirteen minutes…or else you will both not only be failed, it will be a trip to Principal King’s office!”

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since i posted last week-ish about seeing disobedience, my inbox has been full of questions about the film and people asking me to review it so i figured, seeing as i love it so much and people clearly want to hear about it, i should write up a proper review! full disclosure, i am not in any way a film critic so this is basically just going to be the ramblings of that bitch who burned through her bank account going to 2/3 disobedience screenings at tiff. so like, a completely unbiased and well-informed opinion.

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The Bucket List

Pairing: Steve x Reader 

Warnings: none? 

Prompt: you talk in your sleep

word count: 3390

A/N: this strayed so far from the prompt but I liked it too much to stop writing it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. It could be really shit!!!! I wrote it running on four hours of sleep, so please don’t judge me if it’s bad, I just wanted to write something nice for you guys. 

“You talk in your sleep—“ Steve spoke as he entered the kitchen, pulling the bag of oatmeal from the top shelf.

I looked up from my bowl, a small stream of almond milk dribbled down the side of my mouth. “Huh?” I questioned as I wiped it away with my sleeve.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at me in confusion and a little bit of disgust, “uh—“ he shook his head, “you talk in your sleep. I heard you last night.”

I furrowed my brow as I shovelled down another mouthful of cereal. “What was I saying?” It interested me to know what I spoke about in my slumber. My college roommate had always told me that I did it, but my punishment for chatting away to myself was never knowing what I’d said—she was tough on me.

“You were talking about a handsome man in blue, I can only assume that was about me.” A small smirk played on his lips as he placed his bowl in the microwave.

“Okay Rogers,” I warned, “don’t reach. Now what was I really saying?” I asked again—a slight blush creeping onto my cheeks. The truth was I had the biggest crush on my training partner. It was just like high school, when you’d get a crush on one of the senior boys. Steve was the senior boy everyone had a crush on and I was lucky enough to train with him. It pleased me to walk into the gym every day and watch as he went one on one with the punching bag—his training shirts were always tight, accentuating his ungodly muscles and he was always so damn nice—but what I liked most was that he never played down my ability to fight. He fought me like he would fight any enemy and that in itself was the most attractive thing about him.

“Are you blushing (Y/N)?” He continued to smirk at me, knowing he was getting a reaction.

“Oh jog on.” I waved him away, “I see you shirtless every day, pretty sure if I wanted to—okay you know what nevermind, I can’t talk about you like that.” I began to toy with my cereal instead of eating it.

“Jog on—“ he repeated me, “is that a British thing?”

I rolled my eyes and poked him in the chest, “tell me what I was saying.”

“Fine, fine!” he put his hands up in defeat. “You were talking about the ocean—saying you were scared of it. You said something about a giant squid taking you away and pecking you with its beak.”

“Mmmmm,” I leaned back in my chair, “now that sounds more like me.” I really did have an irrational fear of giant squid.

“You’re really scared of the ocean?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yep,” I got up from my seat and meandered to the sink.

Steve turned to face me, “but you can control it?”

I scoffed at his comment—I always seemed to get the same reaction when I told people. “Just because you can control something, doesn’t mean you can’t be afraid of it.”

“Wow,” he nodded his head in agreement. “That’s so deep.” He took a sip of his orange juice just as I went to lightly slap him on the head. The juice went sputtering out of his mouth and I let out a loud gasp.

“Oh wow—“ I couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m so sorry.” I grabbed some paper towel from beside the sink. “Oh my gosh.” I dabbed at his mouth before I could wipe the table. “You should’ve seen your face.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the paper towel from me.

“Very funny.” He sighed as I sat back down—still chuckling at the mess I’d caused.

“Hey,” I tilted my head, sending him a tight-lipped smile “you shouldn’t make fun of my quotes.”

He shook his head, in disbelief “I never disagreed with you, but whatever you’re right.”

“I know I am Rogers, when am I not right?”

“When you’re left.” He looked up at me, the biggest smile plastered on his stupid face.

“Ohhhhh my god.” I didn’t want to laugh—I really didn’t. In fact I was certain that I was laughing at him and not with him. “You—no” I slapped my hands over my mouth in shock. He’d just told what was possibly one of—if not the worst joke of all time. “You really need to never tell that joke again, please I beg you.”

“Oh,” he frowned, “I got it from Scott—I thought he was the funny guy.”

“Scott is the funny guy, let it stay that way.” I leaned over the dining table to pat him on the shoulder.

“I’m scared of the ocean too by the way.” He quickly changed the subject—I slumped back into my chair when I noticed the blue of his eyes deepen.

“Well that’s because—well, yes—well, okay, yep.” I awkwardly got up from my seat. I hated that sometimes I was so calm and collected around him and then two seconds later I was the definition of ‘awkward mess’. “You know what, I’ll just see you at training.”

“Uh—okay,” I could tell he was confused by my suddenly erratic behaviour, but he went with it nevertheless. “I’ll see you then.”

I awkwardly waved before scrambling out of the kitchen.

“He said he was afraid of the ocean too and I freaked out, cause you know he’s been through so much with the damn sea—“

Wanda couldn’t wait for me to finish my sentence—she instantly burst out laughing. “Wow,” she calmed herself down. “I can always count on you to make my bad days better.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” I whined, “this is really bad.” I knew I couldn’t blame her for laughing because I really was a joke.

“Okay no, no” she stopped herself from laughing again. “I’m telling you now,” she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “If there’s anyone he likes in this whole facility it’s you!” I didn’t know where she’d pulled the idea from, but I liked it. “You haven’t embarrassed yourself—I can bet that he’s forgotten about it already.”

“Yes, but I keep making myself look stupid—eventually he’ll remember.” It was only a matter of time before Steve realised; I wasn’t funny, I was just a mess.

“You’re his training partner, he knows how fierce you are! So for you to be awkward outside of that dojo means nothing! He’s seen you in your rawest form, he knows the real you.”

“It’s just the fact that I try my best to flirt or create some banter and then I ruin it.” I shoved my head into her pillow and let out a loud groan.

“You really don’t see how great you are. All those awkward encounters? They add to your character and show that you feel something.”

“Jeeze,” I whistled under my breath as I lifted my head. “You really know how to be the supportive friend.”

“I know,” she smiled sincerely. “I didn’t have anyone when I thought I was making stupid mistakes, so the least I can do is be a good friend now that I have one.”

“Wow—“ I placed a hand over my heart, “I’m pretty sure that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Stop it,” she laughed, “I’ve been nice before.”

“Hmmm,” I pretended to think about it. “I guess you have.”

“Hey—“ Steve said as he waltzed into the gym “what are you doing in here before me?” He knew the drill, he’d box and I’d walk in and pretend to be unfazed by his perfect form.

“Well,” I struggled to speak as I did my push ups, “I don’t like to admire hot and sweaty Captain America every day.”

“I always knew you were admiring me,” he dropped his bag and then lowered himself onto the mat next to me. “You having a bit of trouble there?”

My arms felt like jelly and there was sweat dripping from every crevice, I was on my 65th push up and I only needed one more to beat my personal best. I managed to squeeze in another three before collapsing into a heap. “I never have trouble.” I joked as I struggled for breath.

Steve chuckled as he got back up. He walked over to my gym bag and foraged for my water bottle. “Here,” he said placing it down next to me.

“Thank you,” I breathed—sitting up, before I gulped down almost the entire contents.

“So you never denied that you were admiring me.” The stupid smirk that I was far too accustomed to graced his face.

“Shut up,” I mustered enough strength to elbow him in the ribs.

He grabbed my elbow and pulled me closer. “That’s still not denying it.” It was the first time he’d ever been so cheeky around me and I had to say; I loved every single moment of it.

“You know what.” I wriggled myself free from his grip and grabbed my water bottle—without warning I squirted it in his face. “Is that enough denying for you captain?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Shit—“ he lifted his shirt to wipe his face and the bottom of his torso peaked out from underneath. I had to stop myself; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he caught me. “I’ll get you back for that (Y/N)” he warned.

“I’m sure you will,” I said casually—as if my heart wasn’t about to explode.

“Enough of that. Down to the serious stuff.” He wriggled himself around so that he was sitting in front of me.

“What,” I fake gasped. “You mean we weren’t being serious just then?”

He laughed lightly before shaking his head. “I was thinking that we could find the spare pair of gloves in the storage room and spar today.”

My arms felt like they were going to snap off, but I couldn’t resist sparring with Steve. He was just so precise and agile—all his movements were so natural, yet so unpredictable. “Sounds good to me.” I huffed before gulping down the last bit of my water.

“Great!” he sprung up, “I’ll go find the gloves.”

“Wait!” I shot up as well, “I’ll help you look.”

The two of us stood at the door of the storage closet, not sure where to look first.

“Christ, this is a tiny room.” I coughed as dust particles bombarded my throat.

“You’re not wrong.” Steve agreed as he crouched down.

“I regret not bringing my gloves today.” I said as I mirrored his actions, our shoulders pressing against each other as we both rummaged through random crates.

“Well—“ whatever he was about to say was cut off by the sound of a siren blaring.

“Shit!” we both stood up at the same time. The door to the storage room slammed shut within seconds, ultimately sealing us inside. The shock of it all caused me to stumble back into his arms.

He caught me gently, as if I were as light as a feather. “I forgot there was a lockdown drill today,” he let me go and I awkwardly shook myself upright.

“Well that’s just dandy isn’t it?” I flopped down onto one of the crates. Hiding my face so he wouldn’t see the blush that had crept onto my cheeks.

“Sorry,” He sighed as he pulled up a crate next to me.

I took a second to calm myself before looking at him, “it’s not your fault.”

We both sat in silence—instructions blared from the speaker in the dojo, but they were muffled by the titanium door that had sealed us in. I fumbled with my fingers for a while, before turning to look at Steve.

“What?” I questioned—my voice catching in my throat when I realised he’d been staring at me.

“Your eyes—“ he gulped, “they changed colour.”

“Oh yeah,” I averted my gaze to the floor—I was embarrassed by the whole situation.

He placed his knuckle under my chin and gently turned my head, so that I was looking at him again. “They’re—“ he hesitated for a second, “they’re beautiful.”

His comment struck me—I honestly felt like my heart was going to exit my body through my throat.

He didn’t move his knuckle from under my chin; instead he moved his face closer to mine. In fact, he was so close that I could smell his aftershave, which by that point should have faded—so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“This is a really small room.” I repeated, as a lump began to rise in my throat. Was he going to kiss me? Or was he just moving irrationally close to me for no reason? I had no idea.

He smiled, “you say the dar—“ the clanking of the titanium door struggling to opening broke us apart. I’d never moved faster in my life—I felt like Pietro as I stumbled to my feet at the speed of light.

“Um, you know what? I’m not feeling so great. I think I’m gonna cut this short, if you need me I’ll be in my room.” I didn’t wait for a response—I rushed out of the dojo and toward my room, leaving him as confused as ever.

I was half way through a pint of ice cream before there was a knock at my front door. “Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath as I set down the dessert and slinked towards the door.

“Hi—“ Steve said as I flung the door open. “Can I—uh—I just came to check if you were okay.” He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“Uh hi.” I narrowed my eyes— still not quite sure why he was standing there, considering I was perfectly fine. “I’m okay, is there a reason I wouldn’t be?” I moved aside and gestured for him to come in.

“It’s just that you left in such a hurry before—“ He held on to the back of his neck as he spoke, “I thought maybe I did something wrong.”

“Oh—“ I bit my lip, remembering just how close we’d gotten in that moment. “No, you—you were fine.” I resumed my seat on the couch. He stood beside the armrest, awkwardly staring down at the TV.

“You can sit down you know.” I chuckled as I patted the spot next to me.

“You know I—nevermind.” He sat down without any complaints to which I replied with a smile.

“Your hair is still wet,” I reached out to feel it. When I realised how weird I was being I pulled away, but was caught off guard when he entwined his hand with mine.

“I uh—“ he quickly shook his hand away and the two of us averted our eyes to the TV—unsure about what had just happened. “What are you watching?” he croaked.

“American Gangster—hey do you still have that list of movies you need to watch? Surely this is on there?” I distinctly remembered him telling me about his lists and how he’d aimed to finish everything on them.

He let out a small laugh, “you still remember that?”

My mouth formed an ‘O’, “I am shocked that you have such little belief in me and my listening capabilities.”

He laughed louder this time,“you’ll be happy to know that it is on my list and that I have in fact seen it.”

“I’m so proud,” I beamed as I clapped my hands together. “Look at you, de-fossilizing yourself one step at a time.”

His face fell in an instant, and I felt like I’d been stabbed. I’d upset him and I hadn’t meant to. “Look I better go.” He got up from his seat, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Hey wait!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I hadn’t meant for my comment to hurt him, but I realised that it’d been a dumb move on my part. “I’m proud of you, you’re not a fossil and even if you were, you’d be my favourite.” A cheesy grin spread across my face as a small smile fleeted on his.

“Favourite fossil huh?” he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Favourite.” I leaned forward and in the spur of the moment I kissed his cheek.

We were both taken back for a second—each of us knowing it was out of character for me.

“(Y/N)” Steve said quietly, “there’s something on my list that I need your help to finish.”

“You need my help?” I wasn’t quite sure what he would need me for. There was nothing I could do that the others couldn’t—apart from controlling the sea, that there was exclusive.

He nodded, his eyes turning the dark shade of blue that I’d only seen once before.

“You’re not going to kiss me are you?” I snorted, trying to play it off as if it weren’t a legitimate question.

“Uh—dammit.” He slapped his hands against his knees and got up. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, nO, nOo, NO!” I scrambled to my knees and waved my hands in the air like a mad woman.“I mean, no don’t go anywhere not no don’t kiss me.” My voice was frantic.

He sat back down, his head in his hands as he let out a frustrated groan. “So you want me to kiss you?” Now it was his turn to be confused.

“Yes!” I almost shouted, “I would like nothing—“

He didn’t wait for me to finish, before I knew it our lips were pressed against each other. His hand roamed to the small of my back, pulling me closer so that I was able to straddle him as our lips moved in sync. I couldn’t believe what was happening—after all those days of admiring him, Steve Rogers was kissing me and he wasn’t holding back either.

I found myself lost for breath as he deepened the kiss. His hands balled into fists as he grabbed ahold of my t-shirt—he was trying to pull me closer, but I was already as close to him as I could be with my clothes on.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I fumbled to pull his black v-neck off.

“Wait,” I breathed as I pulled away.

“What?” He asked, staring at me cautiously.

“That was the first time I’ve ever heard you swear.”

“Dear God,” he said as his lips caught mine once more. “You are really something else.”

I pulled away again and surveyed his face, “like a good something else or?”

He laughed out loud and I couldn’t help but laugh either, he was just so infectious. “Good I promise.”

“Okay cool” I grinned before wrapping my hands around his neck. “Cause I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” I whispered my confession against the skin just below his ear. A massive smile spread across my face when I heard him mutter something inaudible under his breath.

“Oh really?” He smirked, as one of his hands slinked under my T-shirt so that he could trace shapes against my skin.

I frowned as I led my index finger around the outline of his abdominal muscles. “I hope you’re not laughing at me internally.”

He leaned forward and placed a small kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I swear I’m not. I think you’re the funniest woman alive and honestly I want to spend all of my time with you.”

“Is that why you set up so many training sessions Rogers?” I tapped my finger against his nose and he kissed my chin.

“Maybe,” he grinned as he gently pulled me back down. “Is that why you attended all of them (Y/N)?”

“Mhm,” I sucked in my bottom lip as I stared down at the man in front of me. “That’s not even a question.” I answered—our foreheads pressed together.

“Then let’s not waste time dwelling on it.”

“Hey Rogers?”

“Mmmm?” He mumbled in response.


“Why am I the only one with a shirt on?”

Cas is twenty-six and has never been kissed. It’s never been a problem, but now his advisor is saying that his dissertation, a romance novel, is lacking a personal touch and won’t be liked by the board. With one day until it is due Cas is at wits end, but maybe his roommate, Dean, can give him a few pointers. 2.9k [AO3 Link]

“You love me?” Jo asked with wide, open eyes.

Anna nodded back timidly and tried to walk away, but Jo caught her arm before she could make her escape.

“How long? How long, Anna?” she demanded. “How long have you loved me?”

Anna may have been an angel, bright and powerful and able to smite Jo in an instant, but in that moment, the angel looked completely and utterly human. Her eyes were downcast and her lip was perched between her teeth. She looked terrified, which was beyond Jo. How could an angel of the Lord be terrified of a simple human like her?

“Ever since I pulled you from Hell,” she whispered. “When I touched your soul, it was the purest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. From that first caress of your being, I knew that I’d Fall for you, Jo. I just knew.”

“Anna…” Jo trailed off, because what the hell. How could an angel love her, a hunter? It didn’t make any sense, because angels hated hunters. The only reason Jo was topside was because she was a pawn in their games, and even though she thought Anna wasn’t like the others, she still had doubts at times. She thought that Anna was just putting up with her, that Jo’s love for the angel was unrequited.

“I should go,” Anna said as she turned on her heel. Her large, obsidian wings flew out, ready for flight.

Jo felt herself panic as Anna crouched down. She couldn’t let her angel leave, not after a confession like that one.

“No you don’t,” Jo said, reaching forward and turning Anna around. With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and

“Their lips…no. They touch one another with their mouths…no. They…uh…mack on one another for a long time…the end.” Cas pushed his laptop away and ran fingers through his hair, groaning. “This is impossible,” he muttered to himself, and brought his elbows up onto the table.

He’d rewritten the ending scene with Anna and Jo’s kiss a thousand times, but it never worked out. Professor Mills cited a lack of personal touch, and told him to base the kiss on his own experiences. “Add a little raunchiness, will ya?” she said to him with an upturned grin. He nodded and laughed along at the time, but now he was truly panicking. He was never going to finish his dissertation before tomorrow’s board presentation, and it would all be because he’s the only twenty-six year old on the planet who has never been kissed.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried before. Back in college, Cas was almost kissed a few times, the closest being when he was playing a drunken game of spin the bottle with his floormates. It landed on a girl named Meg, a feisty business major who was known for her escapades in the bedroom, but when she leaned in and tried to kiss him, he couldn’t do it. When Cas imagined his first kiss, it always was with someone he really cared about, not some girl from Edlund Hall that he barely knew.

“Yeah, wait until you find the perfect person to kiss. That’ll do you a lot of good,” Cas angrily muttered to himself as he pulled his computer back towards him. The cursor blinked back at him mockingly, and Cas carefully began typing.

“With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and grabbed Anna’s face-”

“No, no, no!” Cas cried out as he pounded on the keys. Even if he had no experience, why couldn’t he write this damn scene? Kissing was not rocket science, and he’s read enough romance novels in his life. Why can’t he just write a few lines and get it over with?

“Cas?”

He cringed when Dean’s voice hit his ears. The last thing he needed was his roommate seeing him all up in arms over this, especially since he was the one Cas had been trying to get the courage to kiss for years now. He quickly thought that if he wasn’t such a coward, then maybe he’d be able to not fail out of his dissertation.

“In my bedroom!” Cas called out, and began fruitlessly typing nonsense as Dean’s footsteps ricocheted off the hardwood floors, stopping when he reached Cas’s door.

“You okay?” Dean asked, and Cas turned around to see his friend leaning against the doorframe, lips turned up into a smirk as he toed the ground with his boot.

Perhaps it’s heightened by Cas’s troubles, but Dean looked even more handsome than usual. His jeans were rolled up at the bottom, revealing his ankles, and his white t-shirt was dirtied from his work shift at the garage. Combined with his playful gaze and his hands in his pockets, Cas felt himself blanching.

“Earth to Cas? You there, buddy?” Dean said as nodded in his direction.

Cas blinked owlishly a few times before going back to his laptop. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to finish my dissertation.”

Dean walked over to his computer and peered over Cas’s shoulder. He could feel Dean’s breath on his neck, and it took everything in him to not turn his head and close the distance between them. It would be the perfect moment to get experience-

“Wow, this sucks,” Dean snorted, and alas, the moment was broken.

Cas glared up at Dean and pushed away from his desk. “You think it’s crappy? I’m presenting this to the board tomorrow,” Cas reminded him with emphasis. “And you decide to tell me now that it’s crappy?”

Dean held up his hands and backed away into the bed. He plopped down and replied, “Crappy isn’t the right word. It’s just…lacking. Jo grabbed Anna’s face and kissed her until they broke apart tells me nothing,” he said, quoting the last thing Cas wrote down. “I want to read about what the kiss felt like for Jo, you know?”

Cas took a deep breath and took a seat next to Dean. He folded his hands in his lap and glanced out the window, then asked the question that had been on his mind all day. “What does it feel like to be kissed, Dean?”

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

Writer’s Block and You: On Causes and How to Write On

If I were going to rank the writing-related questions from least to greatest, “how do I beat writer’s block?” probably falls quite high on the list, if not at number one. When I worked as a small publisher’s community manager, this question would show up at least twice a week- on forums, discussion posts, and Q&As with other published authors.  

The responses were varied and usually stale in quality: the same “take a walk, listen to fresh music, write something else”- and that’s not to say that these things can’t stop Writer’s Block, because they can for some people. But it’s often occurred to me that, for a question that gets asked so much, there are very few solid answers as to how you actually stop Writer’s Block. There is nothing more frustrating when you are applying all of the fixes and they just don’t work. Que the spiral of despair as you stare down that ever-blinking cursor.

But if Writer’s Block is an ailment, we shouldn’t be searching for the cure; we should find the cause. The same logic applies if you spike a fever; cause might say you have cold, but WebMD will convince you that you’re probably dying of gangrene.  

So, let’s talk about a few distinct types of Writer’s Block and what they do to the writing process.*

*(to me, personally. Full disclaimer here, because the most important thing to understand about Writer’s Block is how, just like writing habits, its causes are very unique to the author.)


Starting-Point Stage Fright:

Usually right before or at the beginning of every novel. Symptoms include procrastination, excessive research, and lots of deleted opening paragraphs.

Originally posted by whattawurld

There’s a really great quote by Gene Wolfe, which goes, “You never learn how to write a novel … you only learn to write the novel you’re on.” This was said to Neil Gaiman (yeah, that Gaiman), who finally felt he had this novel thing down after writing American Gods.

I’m now three novels into my writing career, with two more on my plate for this year. Each one of them starts with the sensation of groping around a pitch-black room with only my rough outline and a half functional flashlight. There are things in this room that I want (and probably better batteries for my flashlight), but I need to get my bearings first. It usually takes me about 15,000 words to do this, and it’s easy to mistake this sensation for a “lack of inspiration.” I encourage you to bury the concept of inspiration somewhere deep for now. Inspiration isn’t magical fully-fleshed out concepts; inspiration is what we do when we find those fresh batteries and get a clearer picture of our space. “Press forward to those 15,000,” I remind myself. It always pays off and I always manage to find those batteries eventually, even if it takes a few tries.

The Middle of Despair: 

Named so for its location, as the middle of books are notorious for being mind-numbingly hard to write. Symptoms will include plotting ending scenes you have not yet written, social media browsing, and crippling self-doubt. Welcome to the void of the writing process. You got this.


Not everyone has problems writing their novel’s middle, but it’s often noted as a rough part of first drafts and rewrites. We tend to come into stories with a general idea of the plot’s cause and effect: the beginning and middle, in more novel-related terms. It’s easy to get caught up in the sogginess of a middle and fall into a great deal of mood swing-y sadness. Writing must not be for you if you can’t even get through a simple section of the book.

But journeys aren’t about the destination, yes? And as Jeff VanderMeer says, when the reader enjoys an ending, they’re really saying they enjoyed the payoff to the well-structured middle of a novel. This quote helped me re-frame what middles were; the meat and potatoes of the story. Substance that keeps your reader around for the finale, rather than a sequence of events so you can get to the ending. Whenever I find myself trapped in the middle, I have to ask myself “how does this benefit the ending?” If it doesn’t, I cut and rework (even in a first draft, which something I would normally warn against). Listening to your gut about what isn’t working, and locating the strength in your middle, is usually one of the easiest ways to avoid its slog.

Revisionary Roadblocks:

Symptoms include starting new projects despite a lack of time, inelegant sobbing, and the return of that crippling self-doubt.

You might think, once you have finished your first draft, you would be free of the Writer’s Block and its troubling patterns. Revision and rewriting should be easy now that you’ve finished the book, right?

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Ah, the innocence.

Some of the worst roadblocks I have encountered in writing show up in the process of fixing the first draft; the scenes to reframe, plotlines to tighten, characters to build upon. Revision is harder than hell, since so many issues can show up during revisions that you don’t expect. The point of editing books is digging deeper; you must unearth the layers beneath the top soil that is your first draft, and you will find things you don’t like, things you must throw away and rework into oblivion. There will be scenes that you adore and no longer apply to your current vision. Your story will never again be the project you started, and it will never be perfect, and you get to accept that in all its artistic ugliness.

I recently finished my editing on my first novel and am currently working on edits for the second. The act of pushing through your revision roadblocks- whatever they may be, is a matter of willpower, and moreover, about confidence. It requires trusting in your own abilities, recognizing your limits, and practicing over and over. It’s about being open to failure and critique, and learning from both for the future. These are all hard to stomach, and probably the reason most people don’t like editing. But revision separates the novice from the novelist, and humbling yourself to it is the best way forward. After all, we are often much stronger writers than we feel.


What’s your experience with Writer’s Block? Where do you get it during the writing process and how have you learned to address it?

MISSING YOU - PT 1

This imagine is super different to any imagine I’ve written. It’s inspired by an old movie that really had this idea going through my head. bet you can’t guess what the movie was.

Comment and Reblog if you know what movie this is inspired by.


There he was. As perfect and prideful as I remembered. As majestic as a horse could get. Hind legs positioned in a stance that radiated with a sense of dignity too great for me to forget. 

He may be just a horse, but I grew up with this horse, and I remembered teaching it pride, riding around together with a self-confidence as high as the sun. 

It had been years since I actually stood on front of him, so long, that i hadn’t even remembered who the beauty was until my father announced who it was. The little pest had nipped at my hair while I was caught off guard, causing me to whip around and release an incoherent string of profanities at him.

It wasn’t until my father spoke up, beginning with a laugh, and said - quote ‘Have you softened to the city that much to the point you don’t even remember your own horse?’

It was then that realisation dawned on me that the ‘pest’ from which had almost teared a lock of my hair from my scalp, was in fact Jigsaw, my childhood horse. He may not look like he did 3 years ago, but then again, neither did I. He was still the same ol’ Jig, just older.

 From there it was a spiral of emotion. Jumping the short wooden gate to get to him was a breeze, and it was an instant reunion.

Hugs and affection was passed between the two while my dad announced that he would just meet me at mamaw’s, and let me have some alone time with my horse - try to prepare myself for the coming event’s. He knew sooner or later I was gonna run into Justin, and he knew how nervous I was to do it.

It had been 3 years since I left without a word. Things where going so well between us and I just know he hates me for disappearing like I did. I can’t face him. I’m not ready. And the saddest part is that I still love him.

The dirty tractor my father drove rumbled into the distance until all that was heard was the wind, the cicada’s and the occasional gruff from Jig. My hands ran through his beautiful fur, remembering the mixture of white and brown throughout his body. 

That’s how I got the name Jigsaw - because he was a white horse with a variety of large caramel spots scattered around his fur. As a child, I thought he was incomplete. That maybe, I had to find the missing pieces to his fur, and put him back together. That It was all just one big Jigsaw puzzle I would complete along the way.

But of course that changed, not only because I grew older and realised that he was like that from genetics, but also because I moved, and almost completely forgot about him. My best friend.

“Hey Jig.” I whispered into his ear once I was settled comfortable onto his back. “It’s been a while ain’t it?”

My hands grazed his mane, fingers gliding through the soft fur, he had obviously just been washed and brushed. Probably by mamaw. Once feeling comfortable in a spot, I gripped a hold of his hair tightly enough so that i would stay on, but loose enough that Jig was comfortable and not in pain.

“Lets see what you still got.” I mumbled, kicking my leg into his belly. 

But it hadn’t occurred to me that maybe it had been a while since Jig had been rode as well as me not riding a horse. So without warning, Jig took off at a pace too fast for me to process, and I had been knocked right off his back into the meadows below, watching in worry as he continued accelerating.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, watching as Jig excelled into the distance. “JIGSAW!” 

But it was no use, he was already running wild. 

But as fast as Jigsaw had taken off, was as fast as everything happened. A sudden brush of wind swept past my body, brushing my hair around like crazy, the familiar trotting of a horse’s hooves glowering in the air.

My eyes widened as I spotted a beautiful chocolate brown horse, accompanied with two slightly blurry figures on it’s back chasing after Jig. A lasso in the arms of one person who was balancing on the horse had relief flushing over me, especially when they started swinging the rope in the air.

Once the people were a fair proximity between Jig and there won horse, the lasso was tossed around Jig’s neck and yanked backwards, causing not only Jig, but the brown horse to slow to a stop.

I watched in awe as the scene in front of me played out. It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, Jig was standing in front of me, along with the brown horse and what seemed to be a man and a woman. The woman with her hands crossed over her chest looking at me, the man removing the lasso off Jigsaw’s neck with his back facing me.

“Uh-…Thank you for that.” I blushed in embarrassment at the thought of these two seeing how rusty my horse riding skills where, but still thankful for the help and kindness they had shown.

In that moment the boy swung around to face me, and my face dropped in amazement. 

Wow. Is it even normal to be that handsome? 

His eyes where so perfectly sculpted that you could honestly mistaken his hazel orbs for honey. his hair - a bright blonde, slicked clean over one side of his face and pair of rose shaped lips. He was a lot younger then I would of thought from a distance.

He sported a nice pair of overalls, slightly dirty and worn but nonetheless adorable. Only one side was buckled but underneath was a baggy white top to hide his probably perfectly sculpted chest - judging by his muscley and inked arms. And last but not least, a nice pair of timbs to complete the outfit, more then likely new from the little to no dirt present.

“Just doin’ our job ma’am.” He spoke in a slight country accent, but nothing too heavy. The wemon suddenly perked up, whipping a lock of wavy, luscious brunette hair over her shoulder. “But I’d like to know what you were doing touchin’ the horse. This is private property. We should call the police for trespassin’ and attempted theft.”

“Theft!?” My eyes widened.

“Yup.” The guy replied. “For trying to steal the horse.” The girl added as if I was dumb and hadn’t figured it out already.

I scoffed at the wemon, a smirk replacing my shaken expression. “You can’t steal something that already belongs to you.”

“Belongs to you?” The boy questioned, raising his eyebrows. A defined few lines of worry formed on his forehead from his lift in face, but it was almost in amusement. “This horse belongs to one person, and she don’t live here no more.”

“Yep, but she is visiting.” I smiled extending a hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N, owner of ol’ Jigsaw here. You must be two of my mamaw’s farms men.”

The boy looked over at me in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of his there sockets. “Y/N?!”

“Yes?” I asked in confusion. “Do I know you?”

“Y/N I-It’s me! Justin? Justin Bieber.” The boy exclaimed.

Justin?! No! It can’t be…He looks - so…wow. Three years can really do a lot to a person, and boy did those years treat him well. Last time I saw him he had just cut his hair into a quiff, out of signature bowl cut. Little to no tattoo’s and a high pitched voice.

Now….His hair was blonde and wavy, many tattoo’s supported his arms and skin, and his voice…that was the best part. Deep and raspy.

“Justin?” I whispered. I hadn’t even realised my eyes had dosed over with tears, shocking me slightly. 

I made quick to wipe the tears away before staring back at the boy in shock. He stood silent with an expression as if he was expecting me to say something, it almost looked hopeful in a way, but that expression quickly died once I cleared my throat and snapped out of my thoughts, stalking towards Jig once again.

“Uh…Thanks for roping Jig for me. Guess its been a while since I’ve ridden.” I chuckled nervously, settling myself back onto Jigs back, this time taking a slow and steady approach.

My eyes darted over to the girl standing beside Justin, she didn’t seem familiar, at least I didn’t think she did, but the death glare she was currently throwing me was definitely intimidating me enough to leave ASAP.

“Well I-uh…guess I’ll see you at my mamaw’s then.” And with that, I was riding away down the paddock of my grandmother’s farm, towards the farm house.


PART TWO TO COME 

Requests are being written…

anonymous asked:

What are your top 10 favorite Swarkles quotes?

Gosh, I have to think of these cause I don’t remember all of them but…

1. “I just thought that maybe you felt the same way.” “Maybe, I do.” Their whole “The Leap” episode convo was probably my favorite the whole thing I just loved how they went from playing around to serious in just a few minutes and you can see their chemistry really come out here it was great to see.

2. “He’s my boyfriend now.” “And she’s my girlfriend.” Again, my favorite episode “Definitions” the whole defining moment was really great and the way they look at each other at that last second before getting interrupted it was kind of magical.

3. “You suited up.” “Well, if I am going to do this I’m going to do this right.” Their bro-date “Zip, Zip, Zip” it was nice to see them interacting and having fun as they always did together and the fact that she suited up for him when she didn’t have to is major bonus points on why they belonged together and why they’re soulmates, it was even in the soulmate montage later in the series it was a perfect Swarkles episode.

4. “You want to be sixteen again? I’ve seen your video a hundred times and I’m not saying this as your friend I’m saying this because you were totally lame back them. You’re the most awesome person I’ve ever known.” The “Sandcastles” speech when he comforts her beautiful and touching and real love that moment you can see he really cares about her throughout that scene and after.

5. “Wait a minute. You are the most strong, independent, amazing woman I’ve ever met nobody’s going to tell you ‘who’s your daddy’ because you’re your own daddy and mommy and weird uncle living in the basement blaming things on the government.” Okay, I forgot the whole exact quote but it’s an important one and shows just how much Barney respects and loves Robin for who she is and it’s also a moment where he again cheers her up and makes her feel better.

6. “If I ask you to change too much about yourself, you’re not going to be the man I fell in love with.” I had to get a Robin quote in there because there aren’t many but this shows how much she loves who Barney is, both sides of Barney and before this she realizes that he’s who he is and she doesn’t want to change the more extravagant parts of who he is. And, I know she loves everything about her just as much as he loves her which is why…

7. “I love everything about her.” The speech telling her how much he loves her, this time telling her how he feels directly to her unlike the last times he’s said something like this she was oblivious or he was telling this to someone else. It shows, in both speeches that these two people are completely aware about who the other one is and loves them for who they are and would never want to change the other one to suit them or anything. These speeches are truly everything you need to know about this couple and these people, they just care THAT much about each other.

 8. “Mom, I’m marrying a girl who means more to me than kids, or my career.” The whole speech to his mother about wanting Robin more than anything else and he’s putting her first above all else. This shows how much Barney has grown, the character development is just so great because they both had to do some growing to know what they wanted in their lives and it was each other. Robin had been putting him first as well for a while so both developments show majorly and the growth in both of them.

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9. “Robin Scherbatsky, I love you so damn much.” “I love you too, Barney Scherbatsky.” always a fave because it was a really sweet scene and a total Swarkles kind of scene with them smoking cigars and enjoying their time together before getting married. They were both so ready to get married, jitters and worries were so ridiculous and over the top for them, they weren’t bad, there were going to freak outs but they didn’t have to go too over the top with their freak outs. They were ready and quite excited to get married, and it was there since they got engaged. They’re in love and that’s all that matters.

10.  “I can’t shake the feeling that we belong together.” I can’t have this post without this quote, I almost forgot but this one’s important too. Robin showing her true feelings and letting those feelings reveal so much about what she was feeling. Her love for Barney is all there in her tone, in the way she knows that he’s the one for her, he’s her soulmate. This is her knowing full well that Barney is and will always be her only true soulmate. Feelings like that and love like that just don’t go away it will always be there in their hearts forever.

I don’t have gifs for 7 and 8 but you know the scenes pretty well by now if you seen those episodes. But, these are my favorites.

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All The Pretty Girls

|Chapter 4|

‘WWERollins: I’ve been thinking for a while now. I’m obviously the king of the WWE. And every king needs a queen.’

Kendra kept reading Colby’s tweet over and over again. Each time getting more and more upset about it. “Ugh I think I am going to be sick!!” Sasha said, pulling Kendra out of her haze of hatred. She raised an eyebrow,  before setting her phone down on the table. “Girl, you feel sick? Just imagine what Kendra’s feeling. If I were you I’d just beat his ass." 

Snorting, Kendra shook her head and looked at Noami. "He really can’t get a clue. Swear he is crossing a line by bringing this into work. Like you are slowly finally moving on. Of course he’d try to ruin that…. speaking of which, where’s Enzo?” Kendra sighed and leaned back into her chair.  She honestly had no idea. She hasn’t really seen him since she kissed him in the ring and was carried to the back by him.  He had stayed with her while she got looked over by the medical staff. But after that, he ghosted her. Completely disappearing. Had she  done something wrong? Kendra just shrugged her shoulders as an answer, keeping quite on the subject. The other two divas shared a look before Sasha got up from her seat and walked around the table, taking occupancy in the chair by Kendra. 

“You guys haven’t talked? Haven’t seen each other around?”

She shook her head a little, before crossing her arms across her chest. “He’s probably been super busy.  Him and Cass are big stars now, alot of media and stuff” Naomi added, not wanting to see her friend upset. “It doesn’t matter, just a fling…barely even that.” She said, trying to convince herself. Ken picked up her Strawberries and Cream Frappicino and took a long sip from the straw. She needed to focus on her job and not men anyways. 

“Speak of the devil…” Naomi mumbled. 

Kendra looked up to see Enzo walk in the Starbucks with Big Cass, Carmella and some blonde girl she had never seen before. “She’s in NXT.” Sasha said answering the first question that came to Kendra’s mind. Enzo seemed to be deep in conversation with the girl, who was wearing the same sneakers as Enzo. Who ever she was, her and Enzo seemed close. Kendra wasn’t too thrilled about it, especially when she watched the blonde bat her eyelashes at Zo. The grouped walked up to the register to order. Not even noticing the three divas. This was a good time to leave, Kendra didn’t want to deal right now. She stood up with drink in hand, Sasha and Naomi following suit.  

She could literally feel a headache coming on.

- - - -

“That’s great Kendra! Keep it up!" 

Tossing her long hair over her shoulders, Kendra knelt down on one knee, trying to catch her breath. She had been running around the ring running drills with William Regal and Alexa Bliss all afternoon. But she kept getting distracted by a head of blonde hair in the small crowd loitering around the ring. She slowly stood up and rolled her shoulders,  looking over at Alexis. 

"What do you keep staring at?” The petite diva asked, her left eyebrow in an arch. Kendra shook her head gently, getting into a stance.  Her arms raised, and her hands ready to grip. Alexa stepped forward and locked up with the second generation diva. She wasn’t going to drop her question that easily though. “Is it Billy?” She questioned out loud studying Kendra’s face for any give away. “No…it couldn’t be..” She continued,  having a conversation with herself. Alexa knocked Kendra down on the mat, slowly standing over her. “No..it must be Liv. The blonde…see I saw this picture earlier of her and Enzo. They looked pretty cozy. Which is weird because word around town was that you guys were getting cozy too….” Kendra huff and brought her leg up, kicking Alexa in the gut to get her away from her. Alexa stumbled backward glaring at her. 

Ken really had had enough.  As Alexa tried to come back after her, Kendra kicked her in her knee cap. Causing it to buckle, and for Alexa to drop down to the mat on one knee. Rolling over, the female Guererro got up onto her feet. “Did I hit a nerve?” Alexa laughed softly, slowly standing up herself. “

"My bad…”

Clenching her jaw, Kendra charged at her. Bending forward low enough to hit a spear on Alexis. The both of them coliding down into the mat. Alexa harder than Kendra.

“Well that sure was new…” Regal called out, “I like it! That’s enough for today though.  It’s always a treat when you come down here to help Kendra.”

Pushing herself off Alexa, Kendra quickly slid out of the ring and walked over to her duffle bag. “Are you Okay?” Kendra heard a voice ask. She looked over her shoulder to see that Liv chick walking over to Alexa. God, even her voice annoys me. Kendra thought, she gave the girls an unnoticed glare before picking up her bag and slinging the strap on her shoulder. She knew that she had no right to be jealous. Enzo wasn’t hers. They just flirted alot, he just showed interest in her. At least she thought he did. And it felt nice to be able to have any thoughts about another man. To put herself out there. But now it sucked. It sucked major. The week had gone by without a word from Zo. And now it seemed like someone else caught his eye. Some blonde, basic girl. She really couldn’t blame Enzo, Liv did kind of had the girl next door look that boys seemed to crave. Her lips pressed firmly together as she thought about how she, herself, looked. Letting out a sigh, she decided it was time to split. 

She walked away from the side of the ring. Her heart in shambles.  Her mind in utter agony. 

- - - -

“Now are you sure this is what you want? I can change it if you decide it was a rash decision..”

Kendra raised an eyebrow as she stared at the lady in the reflection of the mirror in the salon. “You already did what I asked…” She stated, “So can you just unwrap the towel so we can see.” The woman nodded her head and unclipped the towel, pulling it away from Kendra. Kendra’s eyes fell upon the long black waves of wet hair that framed her face and dripped down her shoulders. It was a far cry from the previous blonde hair she had before. She stared at herself for a moment. 'My original self’, she thought. This would definately put Rollins in his place. At least for now. And this was what she needed. Being blonde was so last year. 

“Perfect….” Kendra breathed.

“Just perfect.”

- - -

The electricity backstage was extreme, as the live show in Green bay, Wisconsin stood in full swing. All through out the week Seth had been tweeting ridiculous quotes about kings and queens. And it was starting to get on Kendra nerves. His latest tweet, “There’s a knew kingdom in town. & trust me, the queen is very deadly." Sent social media into a frenzy. However, Kendra didn’t feel the way most of the WWE universe felt about it. She would never, in her lifetime, forgive anyone for being forced into such a storyline. It disgusted her. Infact just thinking about it brought a scowl to her face.

"No wonder I haven’t been able to find you..you changed your hair." 

Kendra looked away from the object that had a hold on her attention while she scowled, and glanced to her left. Some what surprised to see her company. 

Enzo.

"It looks so bad…”

Kendra raised an eyebrow, her lips firmly thin. “I mean bad as in good!!!!” He continued shaking his head. “You look good…i like you with dark hair.” Kendra remained quiet. Not exactly sure on what to say. The last time she saw him he was with some girl. And although she didn’t know the context of what was going at the time, she just didn’t want to focus on that. “Thanks…” She said softly, looking away from Enzo. Kendra watched as people passed them by, all trying to make sure the show went smoothly. They stood in silence, quite an uncomfortable one, for about a minute, before Enzo had enough of it. “I know we bavent seen alot of each other recently. I’ve just been super busy. As you know, the life of a WWE superstar is never boring. Know what I’m saying? Anyways, I was wondering if you wanna go out later with me and some of the others. They are doing a friendsgiving kind of thing..and i thought of you. It would be nice, you could meet some of the new people in NXT. Alot of cool divas and superstars down there.”

“You mean like Liv?” The words just came out of her mouth before she could even stop herself. Kendra looked back at Enzo who was looking at her confused. He opened his mouth, he was unsure of what to say. But he knew he needed to say something, he wasn’t a total fool. 

“Um Miss Guererro, you’re needed at guerilla position.. ”

Saved by the stage hand. Kendra thought, she pressed her lips together. “See you later..” She stated before walking off. Enzo nodded his head robotically.

- - -

“See you can stand there, with that smug look on your face…but we all know the truth. There is no WWE without the architect, Seth Rollins!” The dark haired superstar said, ranting to his former WWE Authority member, Randy Orton. “You’re old news…thats why we had to let you go Randy! Like an old dog, you had to be put down.” Seth shook his head, not phased by the various glares he was getting from the St. Louis native. “And yet, here you are. You just keep coming back….pretty much like herpes..” The crowd ooed as Seth continue his rant. “I am going after that vacant title…im stepping into this ring tonight for the main event and easily, I am walking out as the WWE champion…and there is not a damn thing you can do about it…”

Randy Orton was a Multi- championship winner, across many fields of the WWE. He fought Deadmen, and beasts. Nobodies and those that claimed to be the top players.  And to him, Seth Rollins was just another nobody trying to have his spot at the top. He had no need for words as he dropped the mic and used his fists as a response.  Kendra’s eyes widened as she watched backstage as the two WWE superstars throw blows, going back and forth. This was the cue that Triple H told her about, he wanted her to make her appearance and go to Seth’s side. Though she would much rather see him get the crap beaten out of him. Pressing her lips tightly together, Kendra shook her head. She sucked in a deep breath before putting on her game face and bursting through the curtains and onto the ramp.

The crowd cheered seeing the young Guererro show up.  "What is this John? Kendra Jade coming out to the ring.. I think the crowd is just as confused as we are but all the same glad she is out here!“ Cole said into his microphone. 

"I’m digging the new look Cole, black hair is always my favorite on Kendra.”

Kendra ran her fingers through her long dark hair, she shook her head before she sprinted down the ramp, careful not to fall over in her black heeled ankle boots. Seth pushed Orton away from him with all he had trying to get a breather. He tossed some hair back and out of his eyes, that’s when he noticed his ex sliding into the ring behind Orton. God he was going to enjoy this storyline. 

Sliding across the mat, Kendra quickly got up. She glared at the back of Randy head. Reaching slowly into her pocket. She slid her slender fingers into the rings of the brace knuckles that used to be her father’s. As if feeling her presence, the Viper turned around, coming face to fist with the hard metal. The crowd ooed as he went down. Flipping her hair back, Kendra stood over Orton’s body a satisfied smirk on her face. “Don’t touch my man!” She yelled at his laid out form. Slowly, Seth made his way around Kendra and behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder as they both stared down at Randy.

“They’re in cahoots!! Seth Rollins and Kendra Jade! Could she be the queen he has been tweeting about?”

“Of course she is Cole! Who else could be his queen? Move over Edge and Lita,  stand back Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. There is a new power couple, a new legacy has been started! And I couldn’t be more excited!” JBL bellowed.  

Feeling Seth all over her, Kendra wanted to throw up. But she kept up appearances, leaning into him and pointing down at Randy,giggling softly. Hearing her giggle,  Seth grinned cheekily. He tightened his hold on her,  and let out a content sigh. “That a girl…” He whispered in her ear before pulling away and taking her hand. He raised their arms up in the air. And turned her to face the audience.  "Welcome to the era of the King and Queen! Welcome to our kingdom! Bow down!“ Seth yelled, welcoming the boos emitting from the audience. 

- - -

FROM ZO: 

I can’t help but think that I did something to upset you, I hope not. Meet me for drinks tonight? I’ll be at the hotels bar with some superstars. See you then.

Kendra must’ve read that text over a dozen times in her locker room. Probably 20 times at the hotel and even more than that as she stood in the elevator going down to the first floor. She had been more than rude to him earlier that evening. And she was feeling slightly ashamed about that. Sliding her phone into the pocket of her Victoria Secret 'Pink’ sweats she stood close to the elevator door. 'I’ll just sit down for no more than five minutes..then make up an excuse to dip out.' Kendra thought as the elevator dinged and the doors open. Letting out a sigh, she stepped through and headed out to the main lobby.

Passing the people checking in and checking out, Kendra turned to her left and stepped passed thethreshold of the dimlylit bar. Soft music played, as different characters enjoyed their drinks. Scanning the location, she spotted his crazy hair first. There he sat at the bar counter, he looked like he was ordering a drink or two. Behind him, some WWE superstars sat at a table. Laughing and chugging drinks. Kendra tugged at her plain white cropped tee, before sucking up her courage and heading over to Enzo.

In his peripheral, Enzo watched as Kendra climbed onto the stool next to him. He turned to look at her, taking in her outfit before shaking his head with a smile. "You made it.” He said softly. Kendra could barely hear him. “I’m glad.”

“Do you want a drink?”

Kendra shook her head quickly, before looking at him finally.  "I can’t stay long…“ She said ignoring the disappointment that crossed his face. "Sorry..”

Enzo nodded, as the bartender set down his beer, he grabbed it with haste.  "I um….i know we have been flirting and what not for a while now…and I thought…“ He began, shaking his head in confusion with his thoughts. "Liv…she'smy ex. I mean She was…my ex.”

Kendra stared at him intently. Not understanding where this was going. But she knew where ever it went, she would hate it. “After our on-screen kiss, she reached out and we talked a bit.  Decided to give us another shot.”

And there it was.

Taking a deep breath Kendra slid off the barstool. Was this rejection? It felt like rejection. She placed her hand on her chest, it felt weird inside there. And she hated it. Enzo quickly stood up as well. “Baby girl wait…” He commanded, taking her arm. “I don’t this to-”

“You dont want to what?” Kendra asked pulling her arm away. She tugged at her hair in annoyance. “I feel like…such an idiot."she mumbled, stepping away from him. She began to walk away before she turned around. "Thanks for letting me know…it makes things so much easier.” With that, Kendra strutted out of the bar, ignoring Enzo trying to call her back.

“What the fuck..” She breathed out,  finally getting to the elevator. She pressed the button waiting for it to come down. “This is exactly why you should’ve Just focussed on this job Ken……no distractions.”

She was happy that Enzo had someone he cared for. Or rather, she wanted to be happy for him. But her mind and her heart wouldn’t let her. 

As she laid in the comfy hotel bed, she could only think one thing.

God, she hated Liv Morgan.

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*Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my fanfiction. You da best!!

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“Rejection”; Chapter Seventeen

NOTES: You guys can all thank the great-and-mighty @elisakou​ for pushing this chapter out today! Oh yeah, Happy Memorial Day! :D

If you haven’t seen the totally-rad fanart that she made for me, the link for that is here. Please go support her blog, and follow her immediately!! 

Also, when the “golden soul” is mentioned in this chapter, that soul trait represents “justice”. Thanks, and here’s some more juicy Sans x Reader fanfiction!

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You took in a deep breath; hefting the ball in your hand, you launched it at the wall behind you where Sans surely was.

Wrong. He teleported out of the way, chuckling evilly; his laugh echoed around your head, and it drove you crazy. There was silence until you saw him leaning up against a different building. You backed up, trying to flee from the situation, but froze when he glared at you. His entire body was concealed in shadows, except for his bright eye. It flickered in the wind; sparks of yellow flying out from his eye socket in infinite directions.

You stood your ground, and curled your fists by your sides. “I’m not scared of you, Sans.” You remarked bravely, your chest agreeing by pulsing a shiny orange hue from within the jacket. Sans glanced down at this, and snickered. “that’s a lot of talk for a human who doesn’t have anything to protect herself with.” He sneered, and stepped from out the shadows.

His shirt was a pure, white color, and his ivory bones glowed in the afternoon light. His black basketball shorts rustled in the wind, as well his fluffy pink slippers. You would’ve acknowledged the fact that he looked like an angel straight out of a painting, but you were too petrified. Pale yellow streaks flickered through the orange soul in front of you, but alas you took in a deep breath and remained calm.

Fear was not getting to you now.

“the way i see it, you have two options.” Sans played with the large and threatening snowball in his hand; you narrowed your eyes at him dangerously. “you can surrender now, and it’ll make both our lives easier. or-” He quote you from earlier in snowball fight, and snapped his eye to meet your gaze after inspecting his perfect projectile, “-you can try and stop me.” He raised a hand, and made the gesture that you recognized as “come and get me.”

You thought it over, when your soul glowed a stunning golden that was the same hue of Alphys’ scales. You got into a battle stance, and readied your fists. The bird from before peeked its head from around the corner, and sang the beginning chords of your favorite song from Undertale. One that filled you with terror and confidence at the same time.

Megalovania.

“you wanna do this the hard way? fine. then so be it. just don’t say i didn’t warn ya.” He steadied himself, and flung the ball at you. You dodged it easily, laughing at his poor aim. “You missed, Hawkeye!” His voice sounded from behind your shoulder, causing you to flinch. “did i?” Spinning around, you heard footsteps crunch in the snow behind you at a fast pace. “What the fu- AHH!” You shrieked, tackled to the ground by Sans.

You laughed, and landed onto the fluffy snow. Sans’ eye dimmed down to his normal appearance; he chuckled happily as well. “You planned this!!” You shouted, tears leaking from your eyes. He lay in a plank position above you, and bobbed his shoulders. “of course i did. when you were fighting paps, actually.”

You kept on giggling for another good minute; slowly but surely, you finally relaxed. Sans had been quiet, staring down at your soul. Noticing his unwavering attention on the “private” entity, it returned to its lovely red-pink color. You followed his gaze back up to his face, and realized how close you actually were. There was only a couple of inches, perhaps three or four, from your faces touching.

You soul beat faster; its thumping growing so loud you knew that Sans could hear it. The blood rose in your cheeks, probably making your face look like a firetruck. Sans saw your embarrassment; his left eye instinctively sparked a cerulean mist. His cheekbones deepened with a beautiful blue hue, and you smiled.

Sans could feel his soul ready to jump out of his chest, but knew he couldn’t let that happen. That was like running around butt-naked in public. His knees were placed in the middle of (Y/N)’s legs, so she couldn’t get up even if she wanted to. Sans had to be the first to get off, which was just something that his soul was telling him not to do.

He was just so….drawn to her. It’s like her soul had magnetic capabilities to lure its victims in. His mind told him to get up and walk this whole situation off as a joke, but he couldn’t do it. Chances like this only roll around once in a lifetime, so he might as well make it count. He sighed, and lazily looked down at the human beneath him. Seeing his jacket on her, her long eyelashes twisting gently in the wind, he convinced himself to bring a hand up to his chest.

You watched as the skeleton brought up a hand to his white shirt, and cup whatever was in his hand carefully. It was a white heart, which you concluded was his soul. “Sans…what are you doing?” You whispered, and he brought his attention back down to you. He didn’t say anything; the look in his eye sockets prevented you from saying anymore.

They almost looked… submissive. The very thought of Sans drawing out that- magical blue tongue of his made your skin crawl with anxiety, and… something else that you couldn’t place. If your cheeks could grow any hotter, your face would be melting off. Instead, your ears and chest took it upon themselves to sink into a dark shade of crimson.

Sans raised a non existent eyebrow, seeming to ask for permission.

Permission for what…? You thought, and squealed internally when he took your expression as a “yes” for whatever he was about to do. An idea crossed your mind, but you shook it off. No. Sans is just starting to warm up to me. He wouldn’t…he can’t… But he did.

Ploddingly, Sans let his soul hang in the air right beside yours. Heat radiated off warmly, beckoning your soul to move closer. Sans chortled deeply, making your heart beat faster than it had ever gone before. Dragging his hand towards your hair, he slunk his spine downwards like a cat’s. His hand landed right beside your left temple; you grinned shyly. His permanent smile expanded, but his hooded eye sockets remained the same.

It was like he was in a trance; one where not even the strongest magic could break through. The scent of his jacket and shirt wafted up into the air, and you breathed in softly. The smell calmed you, but it did not decrease the red in your face.

And then it began.

Sans dipped his skull half an inch lower, when suddenly your eyes grew heavy. The white soul less than a millimeter away from yours shone like a supernova, illuminating both of your faces in a clean white.

Your soul thumped from that lovely red-fuchsia to a cerulean blue, as it barely made contact with Sans’. Your eyes fluttered shut; you felt the breath of the skeleton above you just a mere inch away. You part your lips, a tingling sensation burning in your core from even the littlest interaction between souls. Just as you were about to carry your face up onto his smooth teeth, a loud and disruptive bark sounded from about 10 yards away.

“AM I INTERRUPTING SOMETHING, BROTHER?” Papyrus snickered, and your eyes shot awake. Sans opened his eyes wide with fear, and quickly shoved his soul back into his chest. You tried jumping up, but Sans’ knee hit your groin, causing you to wince; Sans rolled over onto his side, and stood up straight. You remained on the snow, silently commanding your soul to re-enter your body. It did as it was told, but the warm and tingly feeling from before faded away and left a pit in your chest.

“no.” Sans simply stated, the blush in his cheekbones vanishing quickly. You had no idea how he did that, for you were still the same color as before. Only this time, it wasn’t from the cold. “YEAH, RIGHT. AND MY PASTA ISN’T DELICIOUS.” Papyrus crossed his arms, and rolled his eye sockets. You sat up, forgetting about the pain in your lower regions temporarily.

“It’s true! Sans was just throwing snowballs at me, and he accidentally tripped and fell on top of me.” You lied, biting your lip. He’s not gonna buy it…  He “accidentally fell on you?” Yeah, ok. I guess he also “accidentally” brought his soul out, too. You nervously made your way up from out of the snow, brushing your- er, Sans’- jacket off. The comedian sent you an impressed look, but he did not smile.

Papyrus uncrossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. “REALLY? IS THAT TRUE, SANS?” He looked over to his older brother, who was leaning up against the building next to him nonchalantly. Sans got off, and walked over to you. He didn’t get as nearly as close he did before, which slightly upset you, but you shrugged the feeling away.

“yep. totally. humans never lie, bro.” He rest a hand on your shoulder; you cringed at his touch. His hand was cold, not the kind and warm surface you had grown so fond of. You nod reassuringly to Papyrus, who was observing you and Sans for any suspicious behavior. When he found none, he sighed a breath of worry away.

“ALRIGHT, THEN. I BELIEVE YOU (Y/N). YOU MUST BE HUNGRY, DEAR HUMAN! I KNOW I AM.” Papyrus smiled, and ran back towards the square. “Although I could’ve sworn I saw Sans’ soul out…” He mumbled, but eventually forgot the assumption altogether as all the monster children ran up to him with admiration.

While Papyrus went on about how he was going to join the Royal Guard someday, Sans slid his hand off of you; you both sighed in relief. “That was…awkward.” You muttered, flipping Sans’ hood over yourself again in embarrassment. He snickered, placing his hands inside his pockets. “heh, yeah. i’m really flattered (y/n), but next thyme, try be a little more gingerly when you decide show your clove for me.”

He laughed so hard you could hear the rumbling of his bones inside of his shirt. You gasped, and flinched. Is he flirting with me?! “Are you s-seriously making food p-puns when you know I’m starving?” You stammered pathetically; in response, he gave you a shit-eating smirk. He winked playfully, snapped his fingers, and made his way towards Papyrus. You were left standing in the alley like a complete buffoon; but you knew deep down that you were gonna get revenge later.

No matter what it takes.

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Katniss isn’t the mockingjay… but her children are

I don’t mean to insinuate that Katniss isn’t the central character of The Hunger Games series or that she isn’t the catalyst for a revolution or the symbol of rebellion to her people. She is all of those things and more. She is cast by the rebellion as the Mockingjay, and she comes to identify as that role, albeit reluctantly. I would argue, though, that she just isn’t the mockingjay. There’s a qualitative difference between the two. One capital letter can make a world of difference. So let’s talk more about that little “m.”

The Hunger Games is, among other things, a treatise on how we, as a society, care (or don’t) for our children. It’s a pacifist call to stop using our children in the theater of war. This is corroborated when Katniss thinks, “[S]omething is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children to settle its differences.” She even comes to embrace what Peeta cautioned against in his first Capitol interview, that humans as she knows them ought to die off so that “some decent species [can] take over.” (MJ 377)

This new species of human is the mockingjay.

Suzanne Collins goes through great pains to relay a few basic truths to the reader from the outset of The Hunger Games:

  • Katniss is a “mini me” version of her deceased father. Whereas her mother and sister are delicate and fair like the merchant class, Katniss is Seam Strong: she’s not only darkly complected like her father, but she shares his rebellious and free spirit. There is nothing merchant class about Katniss. She is, to her core, Seam.
  • Katniss can’t bear the thought of having children in the world she knows. If it strikes you as odd that Suzanne Collins would have a 16-year-old girl talking about having (or not having) children within the first several pages of the series, then you’re onto something. This is an overarching theme and preoccupation, and it’s perhaps the most important one to Katniss as a character. Having, or not having children, is representative of Katniss’ future. By not wanting to have children, she is resisting the system in the only way she can as a disenfranchised person. It’s her way of opting out of the future altogether.
  • There is a specific mythology behind the mockingjay as a species, and Suzanne Collins wants us to get it exactly right. (we’ll talk about that more in a sec).     

Why do these three points matter?

Let’s start with the mythology behind the mockingjay. Here’s what Collins tells us:

“They’re… something of a slap in the face to the Capitol. During the rebellion, the Capitol bred a series of genetically altered animals as weapons. The common term for them was muttations, or sometimes mutts for short. One was a special bird called a jabberjay that had the ability to memorize and repeat whole human conversations. They were homing birds, exclusively male, that were released into regions where the Capitol’s enemies were known to be hiding. After the birds gathered words, they’d fly back to centers to be recorded. It took people awhile to realize what was going on…Then, of course, the rebels fed the Capitol endless lies, and the joke was on it. So the centers were shut down and the birds were abandoned to die off in the wild.

Only they didn’t die off. Instead, the jabberjays mated with female mockingbirds, creating a whole new species that could replicate both bird whistles and human melodies.” (THG 42-43)

Apologies for the extended quote! But this is some heavy stuff… it’s the heart and soul of the series. The Capitol creates a weapon against its people, the male jabberjay, a bird excellent with words. Ultimately the jabberjay proves useless to the Capitol- worse than useless, even. Destructive. The rebels use it for their own cause. And then the jabberjay mates with the female mockingbird and creates a new species that should never have existed. Suzanne Collins might as well have put a “spoiler alert” before this paragraph. This foreshadows exactly what happens in the series. And she just told us on page 42. That saucy minx.

Katniss is the mockingbird. She isn’t a mutt of anything; she is purely her father, a product of the Seam. She is so “Seam” she is practically a monolith. As a child, she overhears her father singing and spouting anti-Capitol political rhetoric, and she replicates his call, getting scolded by her mother. (THG 6, MJ 123) When her father would sing, all the birds would stop to listen to him. And lo and behold!, the same is true of Katniss. (THG 301). Throughout the series, Katniss only ever sings the songs her father taught her, those she heard as a child. She doesn’t have a song of her own. The mockingbird, in literature, symbolizes innocence and purity. And, despite the countless horrible things Katniss thinks about herself, she is an innocent. She isn’t privy to the political machinations of the adults around her. She doesn’t even know the content of her own heart. She’s pure (but for Peeta she’s perfect).  

….Which brings us to Peeta. He is the jabberjay. He is described by Katniss as being good with words more times than it’s useful to recount. One of my favorite examples is when Katniss thinks, “Peeta doesn’t need a brush to paint images… He works just as well in words” (MJ 22) In fact, following his first interview with Caesar Flickerman, she adds, “I don’t care [that he is a traitor]. Not what he says or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.” (MJ 27) He is the voice of reason in her world, the leader she envisions in a just society. Just as Peeta hears her call and is “a goner,” so too is Katniss for him. They are two songbirds impossibly, irrevocably attracted to each other.

Peeta isn’t just a songbird, though. He is, specifically, the jabberjay.  He is tortured by the Capitol, turned into an “evil-mutt version” of himself, and is sent to destroy Katniss and, therefore, the rebellion (MJ 243). When he is rescued and brought to District 13, the Capitol’s scheme has apparently worked. He tries to kill her (let’s not talk about that), and his attraction to her is “gone” (her words, not mine). He uses the “L” word with Katniss for the first time- in past tense (ouch! it burns!!!). And he says to her, “You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?” (MJ 230) Let’s just say that hijacked!Peeta isn’t immediately a fan of the bird in front of him. But he’s a homing bird, and time after time, he finds his way back to her. In the beginning of Mockingjay, Katniss notes that “Peeta would have nothing to come home to anyway. Except me…” (9). And he does. Again and again, he finds his way back home to her.

If Katniss is the mockingbird and Peeta is the jabberjay, that makes their children the mockingjay. Katniss had been drawn to the mockingjay since she was a child, admitting that there was “something comforting about the little bird” (THG 43). Despite her insistence on not having children within a totalitarian regime, the mockingjay always served as a symbol of hope for her, even if she didn’t want to admit why. Katniss and Peeta’s children are that hope- and “only Peeta” could give her that. Peeta finally gets Katniss to buy into that future, to allow herself to feel the hope he has always represented to her. Falling in love and having children together is the way to show the world that they, as people, are more than just pieces in anyone’s Games.

So Mockingjay must end with the children, with a girl and a boy who possess traits of each of their parents and who are a new species of mutt that the Capitol never intended to exist. These children are the most important characters in the series. Katniss and Peeta’s children are the symbol of hope that we were promised, as readers, from the very beginning. They are the mockingjay. They don’t know that they dance on the ashes on the dead, and that’s okay. The fire and ashes are in the past, and the mockingjay is the symbol of a hopeful future, freewheeling in a sunshine-filled meadow. Suzanne gives us that token to carry with us, to take into whatever games we find ourselves forced to play.

(And a shout-out to everlarkedalways for inspiring me to write this)

Big Bad World

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Summary: You had been bitten on a run that you went on alone and when you got back to Alexandria, Daryl felt that now was the perfect time to confess some stuff

Warnings: tw: suicide!!! very, very, tragic chapter, language, no fluff, only sadness

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: thanks for requesting and sorry this took me so long! hope you like it, anon! also, i decided to leave out the “You may kill me but you might never insult me.” quote cause it just didn’t really fit. requests are OPEN

#26 “You’re the only one for me.”

#110 “Put the gun down.”

#153 “I have these weird feelings…”

#179 “Kiss me. Right here, right now.”

#184 “No! No, no, nononono.”

and your own: “Did everyone see that? Because I will NOT be doing it again.”

“No cause is lost, if there is but one fool left to fight for it.”

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Originally posted by riveralwaysknew

One thing you should’ve learned from all those times Rick lectured everyone was that you should not go alone on a run. But being as stubborn as you were, you wouldn’t have it and Denise needed more medicine, and since no one was willing to go on a run you decided to do it yourself. Which was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. Not only did you get back with a half empty bag, but you got back with another surprise up your sleeve - literally. While you were out looking through the shelves of a seemingly empty drug store, you found out just minutes later that you were not alone but had the pleasure of the company of a walker, which you’d noticed much too late. It had gotten you by the arm, lustfully gnawing at the exposed flesh of your lower arm as you fiddled with your knife to stab its head. You were bit, and what was probably even worse, the bite was spreading slowly, which just meant suffering. Still, you decided to drive back to Alexandria, though with your vision a bit cloudy it took you twice as long. But once you’d gotten through the gates, you were quite successful to hide the bite mark that was starting to spread out further on your arm, and also looking quite nasty. You decided to drop off the meds to Denise first thing before you would go and hide somewhere with a loaded gun for when the time was right. You walked up the steps of the infirmary building, legs a little wobbly from the disease spreading but you tried to keep it together. The last thing you needed was to grab attention from the only medically equipped person in all of Alexandria. You entered the building, Denise’s head rising up to meet your gaze as you held the bag out to her, “I didn’t find a lot, I’m sorry about that. But I hope whatever’s in there helps you out.”

“Wait, did you go out there all by yourself? Are you okay? Do you need a check up? I have time now if you-”

“Please stop. I’m fine, just tired from all the driving. You’re welcome, by the way. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some rest.” You interrupted and turned around to leave just as quick as you’d entered. Now you just needed to find a way to sneak into the armory and back out again. The doors were thankfully not guarded, so you quickly walked down the steps and through the doorway and headed to your right, the massive amount of weapons now right in front of you. You decided to just take a simple revolver, nothing too special but most importantly loaded with bullets, and snuck back outside without having been caught. Now you just needed to find a quiet place where you could sit down and wait until the time was right. You stuffed the gun between the waistband of your jeans and your back as you straightened out your jacket, wincing as the leather material stretched along the bite mark. You needed to get this done, asap. You walked through the streets of Alexandria, sparing a few sad little glances at the houses and people that you’d grown so fond of. You felt tears well up in your eyes and quickly turned your head up to the sky to keep them from falling. If you’d start crying now, that would definitely catch the attention of someone passing by and you did not need that. All you needed was to be alone and somewhere far away from civilization. 

“Y/N!” You heard someone yell out for you, mentally cursing yourself as you turned around to face the person who shouted for you. Daryl. The last person you needed to see right now was Daryl. The air between the two of you felt thick with tension as he was now only mere centimeters away from you.

“Can I help you?” You asked, wanting to get this over with as quick as possible. Not that you didn’t like Daryl, not at all. In fact, you were pretty much in love with him. But all the stress with the walkers and working on upgrading Alexandria left little to no time talking about feelings. Nor have you ever felt the need to tell him. The two of you were perfectly fine the way it was, other than the occasional tension. 

“I need to talk to ya. Can we go somewhere?” He asked quietly, as if whatever he was asking was a secret. You gnawed on your bottom lip, honestly debating whether or not you should just go with him and let him talk, maybe shoot yourself in front of him. Yeah, right. Like you would be able to do that.

“Look, D… I’m in a desperate need for a nap right now, so maybe we could talk later?” You tried but all you got from him was a glare and a huff of air. 

“I can’t talk later, Y/N. If I don’t get this off my chest now, I might never do it.” Daryl told you and you let out a sigh and nodded your head for him to continue. Better get this over with now than never, “I have these weird feelings… for ya.”

“And by that you mean?”

“I think I might love ya. I’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot and wheneva I think of you, I just feel… happy. Hell, you know I’m bad with words.” He told you and you let out a little laugh. Not that it was funny, you just found it ridiculous that now God thought it was the perfect time to give you a chance to be happy. Now. After you were bitten and close to dying. Great, just great. But then again, you couldn’t just let the mere fact that you were dying ruin a perfectly good confession.

“You know what? Kiss me. Right here, right now. I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a very long time.” You confessed and Daryl looked quite taken aback for a moment before he pulled himself together and actually did it. He just frantically reached for your face and pulled you towards him, lips molding together as if they belonged. You were sure that there was already a small crowd gathered around you, probably watching in awe. If they only knew what was actually going on. Well, only you did, but whatever.

The two of you parted, both panting heavily as Daryl let his forehead fall onto yours, “D, you’re the only one for me. I just want you to know that. But now, I gotta go.” You could feel Daryl’s forehead scrunch up at your words, forehead slowly removing itself from your own as you were met with his questioning eyes. You raised your hand to caress his cheek, your lips turning up into a sad smile as you stepped away from him to leave. And you actually did. You turned around and didn’t look back once, making your way to the very end of the town. When suddenly, Daryl called out to you again.

“Whatcha need that gun for?” He asked, having you caught red handed. Daryl knew you well enough to know that you hardly ever carried a gun with you just because and that you were a lot more skilled with knives. You stopped dead in your tracks, pulled the gun out and turned around, hand shaking.

“Oh, that? Well, fate decided that today should be my dying day.” You said, only to receive confused looks from not only Daryl but other onlookers, including Rick and the others. A little crowd had started to form behind Daryl, watching the interaction curiously, “I’ve been bit, Daryl. That’s what I need the gun for.”

“I don’t believe ya.” He said with his jaw clenched angrily. You let out a laugh, averting your gaze from him to everybody else. 

“Oh yeah? Well, how about fucking now.” You said and quickly slipped out of your jacket, throwing it to the floor in a fit. You rolled up the already blood soaked sleeve of your shirt and showed everyone the bite. For extra drama, you just decided to take a shot at it, just because, Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again. Even though I could. It’s fun, I don’t even feel it hurting even though I believe this must hurt like shit!” You could feel yourself turning a little crazy. Probably all the adrenaline plus the virus pumping through you. 

Put the gun down, Y/N. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Rick now decided it was time to step in. You scoffed at him and waved the gun around, mimicking his words as you rolled your eyes. 

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Rick. The bite has spread all the way up my arm. I’m a lost cause.” You spat out, sniffling as you now couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Daryl started to walk towards you slowly, his usual hard exterior now broken down as he was crying as well. 

“Look at me. You’re no lost cause, Y/N. Remember a quote from one of your favorite movies ya told me about?  “No cause is lost, if there is but one fool left to fight for it.” You remember that, don’t ya?” Daryl asked and you sniffed loudly, “I’m gonna be that one fool fighting for ya. Let us help you. Please.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I already feel it taking over me, Daryl. You can’t help me anymore.” You sobbed and clicked the hammer of the gun down, pointing it to your temple, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was too dumb to listen to any of you. I’m sorry I went out alone. I’m sorry I wasn’t careful enough. Daryl, I’m sorry for never telling you how I felt. But at least now you know. I love you, always have and always will. I gotta go, I’m sorry.” You squeezed your eyes shut, blocking out all the protests and shouts from everyone as you pulled the trigger, your eyes opening one last time to see the image of Daryl rushing towards your falling body. 

No! No, no, nononono.” Daryl continuously sobbed as he held your body in his hands, blood oozing out of your temples. He couldn’t believe he had just watch you die. The love of his life, right in front of his eyes. It was something he never thought would happen. You were the only person Daryl had ever wished a future with. With you, he had hope. And now he would never have the chance to tell you all of that. You were gone, for good, leaving Alexandria broken and devastated.

потерял (Part 1)

Summary: James Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N, both renowned journalists for Romanoff Media. In the middle of Stark Mountains, they search for a story. Accompanied by their pilot, Steve Rogers, the three trek through the biting cold with nothing more than their cameras. In the dark of the night they discover that their ride home had been sabotaged. It was done by no animal, but mankind.  Someone didn’t want their story to get out and they were willing to kill to make sure that it didn’t.

Prompt: “So, what do you say? Want to join me on this crazy shit plan?”

Word Count: 1,884

Warnings: None

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Originally posted by seabasschino

“Listen up, slaves,” Natasha began as she walked around her desk with crossed arms, “this story is big. That is, if it’s true, and if one- or two -of you are willing to risk your lives to go after it.” Y/N focused in on her boss as she absent-mindedly sipped on her searing coffee. “You’ll be flown by helicopter to Stark Mountains for as long as you need until you have all the information to make a quality story. You can come back between days, so no one has to camp out with the ‘scary bugs.’ Any takers?” The ginger observed the room filled with fifteen journalists, all of them avoiding her eyes except for one.

“I’d be glad to take it, Nat.” Y/N turned her gaze to James Barnes, originally a journalist at T’Challa before transferring. She didn’t know much about him, besides the fact that his office was littered with ‘journalist of the year’ awards. Natasha gave a content hum at his answer, her eyes gleaming happily.

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Game of Thrones shipping war (or like I have said before: Twilight 2.0 lmao)

First of all sorry if there are grammar mistakes in this, english is not my native language so…. yeah. I have never posted something like this before, I always reblog pictures or gifs about stuff I like or funny things but I have read a lot of stuff about Game of Thrones lately that I wanted to give my opinion because I see that a lot of people is almost calling Daenerys the mad queen and mostly because almost everything I have read is written by certain fans that I will mention at the end of this post.

SPOILER ALERT! Some leaks about 7x04.

Daenerys was really angry and desperate because even though she had everything at the beginning to win the war she is losing right now. She wanted to use her dragons but instead she asked Jon his opinion and did what he recommended. She didn’t use them against Cersei because there would be a lot of innocent people dying and she knew that. Instead, she used just one of her dragons, the biggest one, against the army of the house that is her enemy and is winning. A house leaded by a woman almost known as a mad queen that blew up the Great Sept of Baelor with wildfire killing innocent people inside and outside of the building burning them all and at the same time provoking the suicide of her son but still saying that it was his fault because he betrayed her. A woman that sent her army to slaughter the Tyrells, Daenerys allies, has Euron as her ally and he attacked part of her armada and has cornered the Unsullied at Casterly Rock. A woman of a house that, in her eyes, betrayed her family and caused their doom and her exile since she was a baby. Yes, I know Aerys was mad and Jaime did what was best for the people and his family and that Rhaegar made mistakes too, but still it was her family and they even killed two babies, Rhaenys and Aegon. Adding to all of these is a house that arranged the Red Wedding, killed Ned Stark and the list could go on, so they aren’t saints, right? Although I like Jaime now he almost killed Bran at Winterfell at the very beggining. At this point almost everyone has made mistakes one way or another. But still people is saying that Daenerys is the crazy one and that she went full Targaryen because she was defending herself after two defeats. Lmao, Tyrion told her that she was in the great game and if she doesn’t play she will be dead, just like Cersei told Ned and where is Ned right now? Dead. Tyrion used wildfire against Stannis and burned his navy, killing a lot of people in the process, including Davos son, and he was a hero at the time for some us because his strategy was great but we know how he was treated after that by his own family. Then we had Stannis letting Melisandre burn his own daughter alive! But if Daenerys is the one using fire in her strategy against her enemy she is Aerys 2.0, a crazy bitch burning people here and there (ALSO: just like @espaciocompartido​ and @forevertheanimekid​  mentioned in the comments, I will add that Dany attacked the soldiers just at the beggining in order to break their lines, then she went just for the wagons and the dothraki did the work in the field. Why? Because that was the strategy Tyrion said in episode 2 remember? But since the Tyrells and Ellaria were defeated they made a different move but still following the initial plan: Cersei would have the Iron Throne but not food for her army). Guys, this is war. Soldiers will die in the battlefield one way or another, with dragons or swords or arrows or any other weapon, but they will die and Daenerys has dragons just like the Lannisters have a big army. GRRM introduced dragons for a reason, they are not just for decoration and they will be used to win the war against Cersei and the Night King. Dragons = fire. Give Cersei one single dragon and she would be burning everything in her way and terrorizing everyone since the very beginning, including innocent people just like Aerys did before and at this point I believe even Jaime if he tries to stop her. I mean, she doesn’t even need dragons to do that, she has wildfire and already did it. Daenerys never did that, she even locked her dragons in Meereen (but Drogon is the rebel one so we know he was flying around Valyria lmao), she only used them as her ultimate weapon after she listened to Tyrion and this time Jon, first in Essos and now in Westeros. She did it just like Aegon and his two sister-wives did it when they unleashed their three dragons at the Field of Fire when he thought they were losing the battle because guess what? IT’S WAR! (And also I would like to add that not every Targaryen reign was full of terror, yes, they had dragons but read a little bit about Jaehaerys I reign for example or even the Aegon’s reign after his conquest). Everyone will use their advantages and in Daenerys case she has a big one with three dragons and quoting our lovely Queen of Thorns: she’s a dragon, she must be a dragon if she wants to win. And even with them we have already seen they are not invincible (Meraxes anyone?) and it’s not like Daenerys is flying around with Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion burning everything just because she wants to. In my opinion she uses them when is necessary and that scene was super badass. I was tired of seeing them just flying around and scaring people (I’m looking at you Jon lmao).

I have read a lot of posts written by people who don’t like Daenerys but they have good arguments in order to have an interesting discussion and I totally respect that. It’s great to read different opinions and discussing different scenarios with other people, I do that every sunday with my family after the episodes. I wrote this post because the funny thing here is that since episode 4 got leaked (or maybe since Daenerys and Jon met or even before) almost every anti-Daenerys post I’ve read it’s not about her character development, it’s because people ship Jon with Sansa and Daenerys is a threat for them and don’t you dare say something against their ship because then you are stupid! The so called Jonsa vs Jonearys ship war. I’m not saying that all the fans that ship Jon with Sansa or Daenerys are like this but the ones who does well… I don’t know which series you think you are watching guys! Lmao! This is not Twilight or The Vampire Diaries in which everything revolves around a love triangle. This is not about which woman will marry Jon to have a happy ending, this is Game of Thrones and quoting Ramsay: “if you think this has a happy ending you haven’t been paying attention”. This is about war, loyalty, family, treasons, politics, dragons, white walkers, the damn winter, strategies, struggle for power, death. This is not about a love triangle or a series about deciding which incest is better than the other. I don’t ship Daenerys with Jon, but I love both of them separately, I love both characters because they are not perfect, both are complex. Daenerys has flaws and did mistakes. Jon on the other hand has to be more intelligent than Ned and Robb just like Sansa told him, but I love how far they have come since season one. I think that almost all the characters have flaws, no one is perfect and everyone is complex. Even Cersei, I mean, I felt bad for her when Ellaria killed Myrcella and it was impossible to not root for her a little bit in the last episode. She really loved her three children. I could say a lot about Ellaria and the Sand Snakes in the show because for me D&D destroyed those characters but that’s not the point here lmao!

I have always love dragons and I think that’s the main reason why I love house Targaryen since the very beginning. I love Daenerys but I didn’t like Viserys. I also love the Starks, I love Arya but I don’t like Sansa but I don’t hate her neither and I’m not writing posts about her and spreading hate. I would love to see more about the direwolves just like they show us the dragons (WHERE THE FUCK IS GHOST?! WHERE IS MY BABY?!). I also love the Sand Snakes in the books but like I’ve said before, I hate them in the show… and I could continue with this.

I’m not saying that shipping characters is wrong, it’s fine, do whatever you want but I think everyone should respect other opinions and not insult other people just because they think different and this applies in everything. I’m not going to start calling stupid to the people who don’t like Daenerys, it’s their opinion and it’s fine and I respect that but again, when they are talking and discussing like adults with good arguments, not like children fighting over who is better and then proceed to insult people and blocking them (because I already have anons calling me stupid because I don’t ship Jon with Sansa or Daenerys since I said that the GoT tag was like Twilight 2.0 with the whole fight about team Edward or team Jocob that little girls used to have lmao). I hate that in every single fandom there are always people like this, but well, what can we do, right? I just wanted to express my opinion and I hope that the Game of Thrones tag gets better. In the meantime let’s enjoy the show!

Originally posted by danks-gif