i know you only wanted the middle one


One of my best friends from camp happened to have a mop of curly brown hair the same shade as mine and often tended to wear a baseball cap, glasses, and navy blue bomber jacket. People were always mistaking us for one another, even though she’s much taller than me. We decided to roll with it and tell the kids that we’re identical twins, and they all believed it. It only got awkward on her birthday when she was called to the podium during the middle of a group meal. To maintain our ruse, I went up with her and we stood uncomfortably in front of hundreds of people.
Later, we decided to fuck with people further by wearing the same clothes.

Guys, remember how in the Kenobi novel, the INSTANT Obi-Wan gets to Tatooine he brings day-old Luke into a bar and immediately gets into a bar fight? And even people on Tatooine are like “what kind of a maniac brings a baby to a bar fight?”

If they ever revisit this part of the timeline I want this made fully canon. The idea that Obi-Wan Kenobi has come pretty much straight from the end of Revenge of the Sith – “you were the Chosen One!” and everything – to a bar in the middle of the desert, with Anakin’s newborn son, and then instantly gets into a bar fight is amazing. 

This would mean that as far as we know, the only two times Obi-Wan and Luke have been in a bar together, Obi-Wan kicked someone’s ass and was part of a ruckus. THIS IS HILARIOUS AND I WANT IT TO BE REAL. 


Tara Chambler in Every Episode» Swear
I come from a community. And that’s really what it is. We live with each other. We help each other. We have walls, houses. I have a girlfriend I want to get back to. And we’ve done things just like you. There were these people. They were threatening us. We found out they were using an old satellite station to operate out of. We went out there in the middle of the night, and we took them out, every one of them. These people got what they deserved. They chose to kill and to terrorize people, but that’s not why we killed them. We didn’t do it to make the world a better place. We did it because we wanted to stay alive, just like you. And I know that you think that me staying is the only solution. Well, how’s this for brainstorming. Maybe our groups can start working together.

She Loves You {Part 14} Epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2a | Part 2b | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Summary: After a growing friendship with Bucky Barnes, someone who could really understand your nightmares, you began to fall in love. If only you would let him know. Preferably before it was too late.

This is it. The very last part. The epilogue. I just wanted to thank all my readers, those tagged and those not, because you all mean a lot to me. This was my first story that I put up online and now I am definitely writing more. This one may be at an end but there’s more where that came from. Thank you all so much!!!

Word count: 2887

Warnings: none. maybe some tears, sad and joyful.

You walked through the empty park in the middle of spring. The air was cool, making the bright and sunny day a pleasant one, a perfect balance between hot and cold.

Balance. Something your life had been lacking for the past few years. It was a constant battle between receding in your solitude and fighting with yourself to socialise, be it friends or dates. That did not end well. You had gone on a few dates here and there, but they almost always ended in you apologising profusely and leaving. After a year of continuous repeat, you had officially announced that you were going to be single for the rest of your life. Tony’s blind dates be damned! Hell, you had even bought your first cat.

You took in the scene around you, needing to be by yourself after the stressful morning you were suffering from. It was a nice relief. You strolled around aimlessly before choosing to visit the 24-hour café. The one where you went for comfort from your nightmares. It had been a while since your last visit.

Since the wedding, you had chosen to stop associating everything with Bucky. The Avengers’ kitchen was not where you sought comfort with Bucky, it was where you sought comfort from the nightmares, The café was not where you had first taken Bucky, it was where you went when you felt down. That was your bedroom, not where you sat up all night with him, rehearsing his vows.

You wiped a stray tear off your cheek. Most of the time, you failed in doing so; but you were adamant to limit your mind from trailing to the topic of Bucky.

Walking into the café, you greeted the lady behind the counter and sat down in a corner. She walked up to you with a pen and a notebook.

“Hey darling, nice to see you again, what can I get you?”

A jingle from the door at that moment made you pause as somebody else entered into the almost empty store. You casually looked up, about to order when the words became caught in your throat, unable to surface.

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                 BOOK STARTERS [18] ( AFTER DARK ) ( HARUKI MURAKAMI )

  1. ❛ In this world, there are things you can only do alone. ❜
  2. ❛ What seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else. ❜
  3. ❛ If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price. ❜
  4. ❛ Why should you be interested in me? ❜
  5. ❛ I have been told I’ve got a darkish personality. A few times. ❜
  6. ❛ It’s not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There’s shadowy middle ground. ❜
  7. ❛ I’ll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel. ❜
  8. ❛ The spotlight doesn’t suit me. I’m more of a side dish. ❜
  9. ❛ The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.  ❜
  10. ❛ So once you’re dead there’s just nothing? ❜
  11. ❛ If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality. ❜
  12. ❛ Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? ❜
  13. ❛ Nobody can shake off their own shadow. ❜
  14. ❛ The silence is so deep it hurts. ❜
  15. ❛ I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. ❜
  16. ❛ Killing time is one of my specialities. ❜
  17. ❛ You can’t fight it. ❜
  18. ❛ Tell me something,—do you believe in reincarnation? ❜
  19. ❛ I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it. ❜
  20. ❛ I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner.  ❜
  21. ❛ I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. ❜
  22. ❛ I can’t take it any more, I can’t go on any more. ❜
  23. ❛ You don’t really have it together. ❜
  24. ❛ Is it against the law for me to know it? ❜
  25. ❛ I keep having the same dream. ❜
  26. ❛ Are you asking because you really want an answer? ❜
  27. ❛ I hate this! I don’t want to be changed this way! ❜
  28. ❛ No contradictions, no irony. They do everything according to numerical formulas. ❜
  29. ❛ Want to hear the rest? If you’re not interested, I can stop. ❜
  30. ❛ If I didn’t have these memories inside me, I would’ve snapped a long time ago. I would’ve curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. ❜
You need a pilot- Bodhi Rook x reader

Originally posted by lmwechirrut

A/n: okay so as of now I’ve only seen Rogue One once, so I’m sorry in advance if I got a few things jumbled up. I also want you guys to know that in the middle of writing this another idea came to me for this same prompt having to deal with events closer to the end of the movie so let me know if that’s something you’d want to read.
Prompt: 115: I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you and–Oh screw it.
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader
Word Count: 769
Warnings: Contains spoilers for Rogue One

You’d been with Bodhi since the beginning. The two of you joined the Empire at the same time and you’d been partnered up while undergoing your training and after the two of you graduated from the academy the two of you were once more paired up. 

You were close, you had feelings for him, feelings which you did little to keep hidden. You knew it was the same for him, he never told you but you could tell. It was visible in the ways he looked out for you while in the academy, the way he stayed up studying with you, helping you memorize flight codes, making sure you didn’t skip meals, he was kind when most in the academy were harsh and self-serving.

Your partnership wasn’t a bad one, the two of you were good friends and while that made your job as a pilot a lot easier, but it didn’t help your ties to the rebellion. You were always worried that if the Empire found out about you then they’d automatically assume that he was also a spy and they’d kill him too.

Thankfully that never happened Galen Erso had approached Bodhi and decided that the two of you could trust him to not turn the two of you into the Empire–a fact that you were already well aware of. 

The two of you took Galen’s message and took it to Saw Gerrera who gave you so much trouble about the message. He wasn’t a hero, he was an extremist–a paranoid one at that–he didn’t trust you or Bodhi, he’d stuck you in a cell and taken him away to do god knows what. 

By the time they brought Bodhi back to you he wasn’t himself, he was delirious and he wasn’t responding to anything you were saying. 

“Bodhi, look at me, tell me what they did to you Bodhi it’s (y/n).” You said grabbing his face trying to bring him out of this awful state, he just looked at you through glassy eyes. 

“(y/n)?” You looked into the cell next to yours in the direction of the person who’d called your name. 

“Cassian!” You shouted as you noticed your old friend in the next cell, you’d heard someone being thrown into the cell but you were too preoccupied with Bodhi to bother looking. 

“You’re the pilot?” He asked grabbing your hand through the bars. 

“I’m one-half, he’s the one with the message.” You said gesturing to Bodhi. He mumbled something and you pulled away from Cassian and made your way back to Bodhi. 

“Bodhi, come on, I know you’re in there, you’re stronger than this. Come back to me.” You pleaded starting to get desperate as the fact that you may not get your best friend back sunk in. “Try finding us a way out of here.” You ordered Cassian.

“Bodhi if you’re in there I need you to come back to me.” You were all but begging as you clutched his hand firmly.

“(y/n)?” He asked blinking rapidly and looking like he was trying to get his barrings. 

“Bodhi!” You exclaimed wrapping your arms around him. He quickly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you further into the hug. “You’re back.” You said burying your face in his neck.

“I didn’t know you care so much.” He said still holding you close. 

“Of course I care Bodhi. I can’t do this without you. Well I can, but I don’t want to, I never want to be without you. I love you.” You confessed as you pulled away from him slightly so that you could look into his eyes. He smiled widely. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you and–Oh screw it.” He stopped his confession and pulled you in for a kiss. 

His arms snaked around your waist to hold you tightly, almost as if he were scared of letting you go. 

The ground shook violently and the two of you pulled apart but Bodhi held onto your hand ensuring that you two didn’t lose physical contact. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Cassian pick his cell door open and he ran over to your cell. 

“I hear you need a pilot.” You teased as Cassian stood in front of your cell door. 

“Don’t get too cocky, I only need him.” He said with a smirk. “Get them out.” He ordered his friend with the gun before running off. 

“Leave it to the Empire to ruin a good moment.” You told Bodhi as the two of you made your way to Cassian’s ship. 

Requested by @bodhirook1

God Only Knows

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Summary: God only knows what Sam would be without Y/N. 

Warnings: fluff with minimal angst, pregnant reader 

Words: 1,093

A/N: I’m obsessed with Michael Bublé’s cover of this song. I was in the middle of writing, and this song came on and I immediately felt like writing something for it. I was going to do it for Dean, but I think Sam matches this song better. 

If there is any mistakes in this, I apologise. I rushed it because I really want to finish the other one but I needed to write this one down before I forgot it. But here you go! Hope you enjoy x

Masterlist is here :) 

Originally posted by spn-mostly

Sam had expected to walk into the Bunker and be met with loud music that you often played when no one was around. He had expected to see you dancing around the library in nothing but one of his plaid shirts. He had expected to hear you scream his name in glee and run towards him in rushed excitement. 

But what he had never expected was to see you sitting on the edge of the bed with a packed bag beside you. He hadn’t expected to see your face wet with tears and pale with the thought of facing him. He hadn’t expected to see you stand up and look at him with the silent words he never wanted to hear from you. 

“I have to go,” you had told him before turning to grab your bag. You never had time to reach forward and grab it before Sam had rushed forward and pulled you against his chest. You wanted nothing more than to pull away and keep walking right out of the damned Bunker and away from the man you loved, but you just couldn’t.  

“Don’t leave me,” you were almost thankful that he was holding you tightly because if he weren’t, you would’ve collapsed to the floor due to your knees growing weak from the heavy weight you felt. Sam’s heart clenched at the sound of your whimper, the lump in his throat stopping him from saying more. 

It was when you dropped to your knees that he felt it. His hands desperately tried to hold you up but only gripped onto the small bump beneath your shirt. Sam dropped beside you and pulled you into his lap, his hands immediately making it way to your stomach. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of you leaving him because of this. 

“How long have you’ve known?” He asked, “How far along are you?” 

“I’m four months but I’ve only known for two weeks,” you whispered, “I thought maybe you wouldn’t this, you wouldn’t love me anymore, so I thought I’d leave but I couldn’t. And then you came home and it was too late and I just-”

A loud sob left your mouth and it broke Sam’s heart. He knew how deep you were in your insecurities and it didn’t matter how many times he would tell you that you were beautiful or that he loved you with everything that he had, you’d never quite believe it. Believing was something you found difficult. 

“I may not always love you,” he begun, making you look up at him with tears in your eyes, “But long as there are stars above you, you never need to doubt it; I’ll make you so sure about it.” 

Sam held you close to him, your head resting on his chest, listening to the fast beat of his heart. You could tell he was panicking and it made you upset to think that you were the cause of it. His words to begin with had stung your heart, the thought of him not always loving you made your heart clench in pain. But the words he spoke afterwards reassured you that he was always going to love you and that there would be no reason for him not to love you. 

“If you should ever leave me, though life would still go on,” Sam spoke with so much care in his voice that it made his words burn into your skin, “Believe me, the world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me?” 

His hands slid under your shirt and flattened across your stomach once again as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head. His thumb rubbed softly at the stretched skin and the action made you feel a flutter in your stomach. It made you tear up at the thought of the unborn baby being without his father. 

“God only knows what I’d be without you,” he whispered as you turned your head to look up at him. He had been crying but the small smile on his face told you that it wasn’t all sad tears. She smiled back softly, before leaning up and placing a tender kiss to his lips. It didn’t last long before a loud rumble left his chest and made music to your ears. 

“Why are you laughing?” You pulled back and raised your eyebrows at him.

“How the hell didn’t you know that you were pregnant?” 

“Well, for starters, I’m already fat so it isn’t really noticeable,” you rolled your eyes but smiled, “I eat like I’m eating for five so that didn’t give any clues and the fact that I didn’t have morning sickness concludes it all.”

“You’re not fat and is it bad that you haven’t gotten it?” 

“At first, I thought I was going to lose the baby. I remember reading that if you don’t get morning sickness, it means your hormones are low and you’re at a high risk of miscarriage,” you said, looking down at your belly, “but my ob-gyn said my hormone levels were good. I just happen to be able to tolerate the pregnancy a lot better than others dealing with their first pregnancy would. But he said it’s possible that I could get it later on in the pregnancy.” 

Sam nodded and kissed your temple, his hands still rubbing your belly. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a dad. He knew that he would do anything to make sure that he was the greatest dad this kid could ever wish for. He was going to be the father that Sam needed when he was growing up. 

“I’m going to be a father,” Sam grinned and choked out another sob, “And you’re going to be the most brilliant, most beautiful mother out there.” 

You placed your hands over his and looked up at him again. Before, you wouldn’t think Sam was telling the truth, thinking he was talking absolute crap. But in that moment, with his chosen words, you believed that you could do anything. You believed that you were going to be a great mother. You believed that you were beautiful in his eyes. He was making you begin to believe and it startled you. 

“God only knows what I’d be without you,” you said back to him, making him smile and kiss you lovingly. He mumbled that he loved you against your lips and you chose to believe him. You felt his love and only hoped he could feel yours. 

and what are you supposed to do with all of that heaviness that’s resting on your chest? what are you supposed to do when the person you love is the one draining you of all your blood? you can’t walk away, your bones simply won’t allow you to. i was already three feet into the coffin, the shovel was right beside me, i was getting ready to burry myself so deep no one could find me, i was ready to place my hands over my chest and take my last breath. what are you supposed to do when your body is lifeless, a walking shell of the person you once used to be? do you know how it feels to cough up gun powder in the middle of class only to excuse yourself so you can be a bomb somewhere else? its destructive. you don’t want to hurt anyone but here you are, making everyone else suffer right along with you. everything becomes destructive and threatening and you lose yourself. you lose everything that makes you feel like a human being, you start to doubt that you’re even alive. i used to catch myself sitting in silence, counting my heartbeats. is this really right? am i really alive? sometimes i wonder how my heart can still be heard from inside of the coffin, its morbid. sometimes i think my hearts been massacred, maybe my soul has been torn apart and scattered across the entire universe. sometimes i think i see my heart bleeding across the sky, i see my tears as the raindrops, i understand why its been storming so much lately.
—  metaphors about a pain you can’t write out



In 1 month you would be turning 17, and i wonder everyday what would that be like, if you would be borrowing my clothes and make up, or if you would still play with dolls as you did when you left me here.

Would you still be funny and sweet as you were?, Never calling me “fat” or things that you know would hurt me.

I miss you, so much its unbereable, like a hole in the middle of my chest. You were my sister, my only sister and I dont have you by my side anymore. And its really unfair. I would give up my life if that would bring you back.

I’m so afraid noone will remember you but me. Thats one of my greatest fears. If people forget how lovely you were and how strong and brave and how willing to go through hell just to live.

I want all people to know about you.

Lucy (Lucia Florencia), was born in February 4th in 1998, when i was six years old, and she was my best friend ever.

She was really funny and loved to play dress up. She usually used Sailor Moon’s suit and put make up on and it was just hillarious.

She really liked when i took pictures of her, she was like my model, i really liked taking pictures of her. She is the cutest thing the world has ever had.

Her hair was long and waivy and dark brown, and her eyes where so bright and charming and obscure at the same time, really misterious.

She played the piano, the violin and had a really good ear and could play lots of songs only by ear, without even know how to read partitures.

She was bright as hell, but really talkative, and sometimes naughty. Once she came back from school (9 years old), and told my dad, “I have one bad new and one good”, my dad said “Tell me the bad first”, “the teacher put me a bad face on my notebook because i punched Anna on the face, she was being really rude”, and my dad said, “and whats the good one” “That Anna is okey, that we are fine, and it was nothing at all, just that”. He could not stop laughing after that.

She was my rock, and I was hers. We loved each other even more other sibbligs do. She was the true face of love.

Her favourite stuffed animal was the racoon you can see in the bed besides her. She was burried with him, his name was “Mapachin”, and he was her fav since she was like 3 years old, when she cut really deep her finger and had to have stitches and mum bought that to her for being so brave.

She got sick in 2008, she was 10, her back started hurting really bad, and after xrays and exams, mum came back crying like I had never seen her, and my world felt appart.

I had to go and tell Lucy she had to go to another city to get her back cured. and she asked me if she would have to take some medicine, and it broke my heart.

She had cancer, a new kind of cancer, in one tumor it had different fenotipes and there was no treatment that cured the whole tumor, so they removed it. It didnt work.

She thought she was cured, my parents never could tell her the truth after that, we were all a reck, really messed up people, we still are. We will always be. Life really took love away from us in such a hurtfull and horrible way its almost impossible to describe.

Whatever doctors said that she might have or experience, happened. Every single bad thing. She had to lie on a bed for 4 months without moving, cause her brain tumor wouldnt let her. Her lungs tumors filled her lungs with water, so she couldnt breath anymore.

After some months of unbeareable sadness and hoping for miracles and praying to every god ever existed. Doctors had to put her in medical coma, because she wouldnt get better. Ever.

And that was it. on June 8th on 2010, my sister died of cancer, in a hospital bed. Her last thing she “said” (she couldnt talk anymore, so she said I LOVE U blinking her eyes really hard), was I love you, to my mum, dad and me.

And I lost everything.

The day after that, was when i saw death itself. My sister, insanely pale and blue-ish in a coffin, and i had months and months of nightmares.

I miss her smell, i miss her voice, and i miss not remembering everything that happened before the illness, because i wasnt really thinking something as destroying as that would happen.

Im just writing my heart here, you cant see my fingers trembling, or the tears running down my face, but i know you can feel them, because i need to tell you all this.

Please think of her, even though you didnt know her. She was my baby sister, and my mate, and my love. And i dont have her anymore and I dont want her to be lost in time and noone knowing who she is.

She couldve been a remarkable piano player, or an actress, or a veterinary,for her love towards animals. But she hadnt the chance to do that.

She didnt have her first kiss

or her first period

or travel to disney world

or be trully in love with someone

and most of the things we enjoy as teens and young adults. She couldnt have them, so please, think of her when u do. Say her name before going to sleep, tell your kids about this amazing girl who lived in Mar del Plata, Argentina and told the kindergarten teacher she wanted to be a Ship captain just like her dad. And how she was not ashamed at all when she asked santa for a HotWeels Car wash instead of a barbie.

I love you, and I hope you think of her.

Eugenia Cecilia Arroyo.


Feeling the Rain

Request:  Hiiii!!!! I saw that requests were open and almost had a heart attack considering Im absolutely addicted to pretty much everything you write. If it’s not too much to ask, could you do an imagine for Peter (Ouat) using prompt #81? I saw it and thought it was pretty interesting and wanted to see what your interpretation of it. Thank you again so much!! Hopefully this one isn’t too much of a haste!!

Prompt: 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

Warnings: none

It was a normal day in Neverland. The only exciting thing was that Peter put you in charge of the Lost Boys. You were going to teach them a few tricks of of your own. You had a lot of them, and Peter wanted the others to know to improve their fighting techniques.

Peter watched as you instructed them all to do something. A few grimaced at your ideas and tricks; however, causing a small ruckus.

“This is… girly.” A Lost Boy complained.

“If it’s girly then how come I can do this?” You pulled out your own slip of cloth from your pocket, swiftly wrapping it around the boy’s wrist and pulling his arm back in a painful way.

He winced in pain, dropping his own piece of cloth.

“See that, boys? You may think it’s girly carrying around a handkerchief, but know how to be swift with it and you can cause your opponent a lot of pain.”

The Lost Boy was still wincing and squirming, but you kept a firm hold on his arm. It caused him pain, making it sore. You finally released and everyone got back to trying the trick on one another.

As time passed, you watched as the Lost Boys were learning your fourth trick. You stood next to Peter, leaning slightly on him.

“How do you think I’m doing? Am I a good teacher?”

“Absolutely. I think you’ve scared a few of them, too, which is always a plus.” Peter cackled, wrapping an arm around.

Before long, without anyone realizing the gloomy clouds, a clap of thunder and lightning erupted in the sky. Rain came pelting down, causing all the boys to stop and run around. They started heading back to camp to get out of the cold rain.

“Huh, would you look at that. Rain. We haven’t had a good storm in a while,” Peter looked up in awe. The water soaked him, damping his hair and clothes. “Let’s go.”

“Can we stay a little?” You asked him. “I want to feel the rain for a moment.”

Peter raised a brow, giving you an odd look. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?

You only nodded your head, sitting down in the wet grass. The rain soaked you raw, everything quickly becoming wet. You didn’t care. You always had a love for a good thunderstorm. 

Peter sighed, plopping next to you. He stared at you as you closed your eyes and only listened. You felt the rain hit you, the wind making goosebumps rise on your skin, and the thunder shaking the ground. It was peaceful.

Neverland was in a small drought, having not a storm in a long time. You were glad the rain had returned. 

“Y/N, what do you mean by feeling the rain?” Peter asked, disturbing the natural sounds.

“I mean by relaxing your entire body, and let the rain wash you clean. Let the wind dry you. The nature take care of you.”

Peter shook his head with a tiny grin on his lips. “You’ve always been my nature girl, haven’t you?”

“That’s why you love me.” You bit your bottom lip while smiling.

“That’s true, my dear. But let’s head back. Can’t have you getting sick.”

You reluctantly got up, joining hands with Peter. Both of you walked back to camp, you embracing the few extra moments of rain hitting your skin. Once back, you and Peter  switched into dryer clothes, soon heading to bed. You fell asleep next to Peter, listening to all the sounds happening outside.


Imagine: #fuckdrama

You’re close friends with both the Omaha squad and Derek. It really gets to you how they’re arguing and you’re in the middle of the Drama, not wanting to choose a side. So you decide to let them know how you feel. 

I can’t be the only one who wishes this would happen, haha. 

(I do NOT know what happened between them. I just had to come up with something for this imagine.)

Cliché AUs

These AUs may be cliché, but they’ve won a way into all of our hearts: 
1. There’s only one bed, and now we have to share it… 

2. I was abandoned on my date, and you, my best friend so happen to be around to comfort me. 

3. I asked you to be my fake s/o because I my ex was around. 

4. You were really drunk, and confessed your feelings for me, oh shit. 

5. We were in the middle of an argument, and you shouted “It’s because I love you!” 

6. You got your period and I want to help, but I know nothing about this. Actually fuck it, tell me what I need to do. 

7. I was crying over something stupid, and even though you practically hate me, you’ve decided to comfort me. 

8. We always jokingly flirt with each other, but none of us make a move until our friends decide to get involved. 

9. You put on a scary movie so I’d cuddle with you and shit it worked. 

10. We were playing truth or dare and of course someone dared me to kiss you.

Follow My Lead (teaser)

The world goes on so no matter if I wake up to my worst nightmare or the biggest relief of my life this one shot is coming out tomorrow. 

It is my first time writing Chris Evans. I will stay a SPN blog but a few other guys might sneak into my writing every once in a while. If you want on my Chris Evans tag list let me know via REBLOG or REPLY ONLY!

“Chris?” You called out his name, wondering where he had gotten too or what he was up too. It wasn’t unlike him to sneak out in the middle of the night to fetch some surprise to leave on your pillow or nightstand to wake up too. Still, he was usually beside you when you woke up, and you weren’t really sure where he would have gone to find a surprise today. You were in the middle of the woods and at least an hours drive from the closest small town.

You took a deep breath and shuffled to get off the bed. That was when you noticed his note.

Morning Beautiful.

Go to the bathroom.


“What is he up too?” you mumbled to yourself with a smile spreading across your face. It didn’t take you long to decide to just go with it. You knew Chris loved surprising you, and even though your curiosity were going to kill you one of these days, you trusted him.

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Y: Katsuki and Uraraka-san were the only ones who called me Yamikumo before the blog, but I got used to you guys referring to me that way. I didn’t expect you could know my name.

Y: I… want to work on that. Ever since I was a kid, I looked up to someone who brought hope with a smile even in the darkest of times. It might sound silly, considering my general attitude, but it’s the kind of hero I want to become.

Y: … t-thank you…?!

A single (didn't happen) day, with RFA members...
  • MC: you know what? I had a strange dream last night.
  • MC: a sexual one.
  • Seven: Oh~~ Dirty MC, was I there?
  • MC: Nah, but Jumin and Zen were.
  • Zen: oooh~ tell me, tell me. What kind of dream? A Sex triangle?
  • Zen: I don't like the trust fund kid, there.
  • Zen: Omg, was he watching? Such a pervert.
  • Zen: so, How it was? You and me?
  • Zen: Or maybe the three of us? Of course you were in the middle.
  • Zen: But, why did you want that jerk? Only me is enough to satisfy you, my lady.
  • Zen: you don't have to imagine, if you want I can really show you the beast that I can be... *wink* *wink*
  • MC:
  • MC:
  • MC: You know what's the funny fact?
  • Zen: ?
  • MC: you are right, it wasn't a triangle.
  • Zen: I knew it!
  • MC: All the time was just Jumin inside you.
  • Zen:
  • Jumin:
  • Everyone:
  • Seven: Soooo... 'Does Hyun Ryu is the Uke one?'...
  • Zen: Don't fucking dare, you freaking boy!

*** YOU’RE ALIVE*** 

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“Is it a boy or girl?” You smiled at the middle aged woman and poured her another cup of coffee. “Don’t know yet. Wanted to keep it a surprise I think. Wait until he or she gets here.” The woman nodded and took a sip, motioning for you to sit in front of her in the booth. You looked around and figured why not, you were the only one still working and it’s not like your boss was here to yell at you for relaxing on the job. You sat across from the woman who you’d come to know was named Beth from your frequent interactions and begin talking, getting lost in conversation about children. She always came in at the same time every day to have her 8 pm coffee. You recently transferred to this diner since it was closer to your apartment. The farther along in your pregnancy you got, the less you wanted to stress and exert yourself. You were already 6 months along and things weren’t exactly getting any easier. 

You were low on money and all you really owned was the belongings you had packed when you left Charming and a shitty apartment in the bad side of town. If you were being honest, you hated it but you were saving every penny you could so you could provide for the baby when it got here. You had the capacity to get a better job and make better money but the issue was staying off the radar. If you got an official job on the books, your cover would be blown. You knew how good Juice was with tracing so you decided to work under the table for straight cash, no checks or payroll. You had been away from Charming for a while now but you knew the club was probably still looking for you. Not Clay, you didn’t think he cared about you anymore, but you figured the others might be. You were usually in limbo as to how that made you feel. A part of you wished that they wouldn’t. Wished that they would just forget you. You hoped that they weren’t sad or distressed in the wake of your absence. After all, they were disappointed in you. 

But the other side of you hoped that they still looked for you every now and then. You hoped that they at least missed you, thought about you from time to time. To you, Clay was the only one you could see truly not giving a shit. He’d been the one to kick you out in the first place. He hadn’t meant for you to take off though and you wondered how he felt about everything. Above all else though, you wondered about Happy. How he’d reacted when he found out you had left. If he still thought about you. If he missed you or if he hated you. If he had a new girl now, one that he could parade around and be proud to own, not like it had to be with you. The thought made you sick. 

 The sound of your name being called pulled you from your thoughts and your eyes snapped up to see Beth waving her had in front of your face. She smiled when you made eye contact. “You alright there darling? Lost you for a second.” You chuckled in embarrassment and ran your hand through your hair. “Sorry Beth. Just stuck in my thoughts.” Beth simply nodded and tossed back the remainder of her coffee before grabbing her purse to get ready to leave. “Well it’s getting late. I better get going. You too.” With a nod, you stood and grabbed the empty mug taking it to the back. 

After you tossed it into the sink, you walked back out to say goodbye but Beth was gone, $50 on the table. You shook your head but were still thankful. Her coffee had cost $3 every night but she still always left you a large tip. ‘Buy the baby something nice.’ she always said. You were definitely struggling when it came to money and those extra dollars helped more than she‘d ever know. With a small smile, you turned back to the kitchen and went in to start doing the dishes, thinking about your family and your old life. 


 “That must’ve been why she left. She didn’t want to have to face us and say she was pregnant. Not after the scene her little rendezvous with Happy caused.” Bobby was the only one really talking while the others sat with their head in their hands. Tig looked in disbelief, Chibs was stoic and Jax had a look that could kill. He didn’t know who he was angrier with, all he knew was that he was angry and that he wanted his baby sister back. There was great relief in knowing that you were alive and ok but the thought for you out there all alone had always hurt him to think about but now finding out that you were pregnant too? His heart was broken. 

 Some days were better than others but right now he would barely stomach the guilt he felt for letting you walk out of the clubhouse that day. Maybe if he had followed his instincts, ignored Clay and went after you, everything would be fine. But everything wasn’t fine and he was making it his job to fix this mess and bring his little sister back home. The first step to do that though meant that they needed to have Happy back down in SAMCRO. That wasn’t going to be the hardest part though. Telling him that you were carrying his baby would be.


“Happy? Hap!” Happy grumbled and rolled over in his bed, pulling his pillow over his head to ignore the repetition of his name at the door. It didn’t stop though and simply got louder, now accompanied with impatient knocking. “What?!” Happy’s gruff and angry voice barked out causing Kozik to start talking from the other side of the door. “Happy man, you gotta call SAMCRO. Jax called, said he’s been calling you all morning and you’re not answering. It sounds really important.” The Killer groaned as he remembered that he had turned his burner off the night before when he had taken a croweater to bed, not wanting to be interrupted. He’d forgotten to turn it back on though and now his Charming VP was pissed.

 Happy rubbed his eyes and sat up, grabbing his burner from off of the nightstand. “I’ll call him back now.” “Ok brother.” With that Kozik walked away from the dorm door while Happy started his phone back up, 7 missed calls and 4 unread texts lined up, all from his brothers down in SAMCRO. He cleared his throat and hit the speed dial for Jax’s number, pressing the phone to his ear and shoving the sleeping croweater. “Get out.”

 The girl groggily left the room while Happy listened to the phone ring before Jax’s voice came over the line, not bothering with pleasantries or small talk. “I’ve been calling you. You need to answer your phone.” Happy nodded and swung his legs over so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sorry Jax. What’s going on?” There was a silence on the other end as Jax contemplated how to deliver the news but he settled on just being upfront. “Juice tracked down Y/N.” Now it was Happy’s turn to be silent. Even though he stayed quiet, there was a flood of feelings and emotions going through him. Fear, anger, betrayal, curiosity. Out of all of them though, the one that suck out was relief. Relief that at least you were alive. The others could come later. “She’s alright?” “We think so. We tracked her in El Paso. She’s…” There was a pause and Happy’s mind was scrambling as he waited to hear what Jax would say next.

 Maybe you had found another man. One that worked a regular 9 to 5 and would be home with you. No runs or jail time. While the thought of you being happy and protected made him at ease, the thought of any man other than him being with you had him seeing red. His brain kept churning as he thought of all the things that could come at the end of that sentence. She’s happy, she’s single, she’s married, she’s coming back. It was none of those though and Happy felt his heart drop into his stomach as he heard Jax finally spit it out. 

 “She’s pregnant.” 

 With just those 2 words, Happy felt his entire body go hot and he looked around for something to break, a wall to punch. The thought of you with another guy made him furious but you carrying a baby that belonged to anyone other than him? He grit his teeth together and stared forward at the wall, his left hand in a fist and clenching by his side. “Do you know who the guy is? Did she run off with him? Or did she meet him over there? I swear to god Jax, find out who he is and send me the name.” 

 There was a silence again and Jax blew out a breath, closing his eyes. “It’s yours Hap. Juice hacked the file, she’s 6 months along. That means she was pregnant when she left. That’s why she took off. It’s your baby.” Happy sat there for a good 10 seconds in complete shock before suddenly everything started to make sense. How you had picked him over the club but then taken off. How you had been willing to leave him and your family behind. You wouldn’t have been able to hide your pregnancy from the club and that would’ve been a whole different problem. You’d left to make things easier for him and avoid issues within the club. It had, but you’d ended up breaking his heart in the process, even though he’d probably never admit it.

 “We’re gonna head over to Texas and find her, bring her back home. We could use you back.” Without any hesitation Happy nodded and stood up from the bed, his jaw set and pure determination on his face. Even after months of lying to himself saying he didn’t love you anymore and drowning himself in booze and pussy to try and forget you, he still loved you, you were still his and he was going to get you back. 

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

I wasn’t very sure if I wanted to talk about this, but screw it.

I really dislike the way that many people, both on this site and out of it, take one group of people and act like they’re the only ones whose opinions matter, or that you should listen to.

I’m probably not being very clear, so I’ll give a personal example to help illustrate my point: the hijab. I’m Middle Eastern and currently live there, and even though I don’t believe in Islam anymore, I still have to wear the hijab out of fear of what my parents would do, and the harassment and exclusion I could face if I stop wearing it.

That’s one side of the whole thing with the hijab. Women like me, who don’t want to wear it, maybe they even despise it, yet still wear it out of fear of the consequences of no longer wearing it.

But see, that’s not the only side. There are women who want to wear it, woman who want to proudly show their religion, but they also have to suffer harassment for wearing it, facing all kinds of insults, threats, and even violence for wearing it, have people try to pull it off, or in some cases, they’re even outright forbidden from wearing it.

There are probably also other sides in the argument, but these two are the most prominent, and the ones I’m gonna be focusing on.

I see so many people who only want to listen to one side, either to the side of woman who don’t want to wear the hijab, but do so out of fear (or they don’t and they suffer because of it), and ignore the plight of women who want to wear it and suffer because they do, even claiming they’re oppressing themselves. Or, people who only listen to women who like wearing the hijab, and they ignore the women who are forced into wearing it, pretend we don’t exist or that we’re less important.

(Before I go on, I want to make a note: there are many Muslim women who don’t want to wear the hijab, and they shouldn’t be judged for their choices. The decision to wear the hijab is a personal one, between the woman and Allah. I personally didn’t like it when I was Muslim, and I dislike it even more now that I’m no longer Muslim. I thought I should say this because I may have made it sound like the only woman who don’t want to wear the hijab aren’t Muslim like myself, which isn’t true, because Muslim women who don’t want to wear the hijab get a lot of shit.)

But the thing is, we don’t have to do that. We could uplift both sides, respect that a woman should have the right to dress how she wants without fear of harassment and/or violence, and work towards a world where that’s possible. I want a world where the decision to wear the hijab can truly be motivated by what the woman wants, one where she doesn’t have to be afraid to make the choice she wants. The harassment and violence women face for choosing to wear the hijab, or for choosing not to wear it are both horrible and unacceptable, and you don’t have to silence and ignore one side to make the suffering of the other valid.

And also, I want to say screw you to the people who use women like me, who are forced into wearing the hijab, to talk about how backwards and savage Middle Easterners are, and justify your bigotry. You don’t care one bit about women in the Middle East, we’re just a tool to you to try and make your bigotry seem justifiable, so screw you. My people have their problems, but I won’t stand to see you discriminate against us, treat us like barbarians, and dehumanize us, especially not under the cover of caring about women or LGBT+ folks, because you don’t, and even if we were the paragons of equality, you’d still hate us because these are just covers, and the truth is, you’re a bigot.

anonymous asked:

hello, I really wanted to ask you (since you're the only one I know who lives in Japan), can you give me a brief description of how a school year goes? like what happens in each month, what holiday they celebrate, etc. preferably in middle school & high school if you know. I hope it's not much trouble ^^ thanks.

Hi! sorry for the late reply! So this is based off of the middle schools in my city. but it should be similar to everywhere else. So Japan school year starts in April. They have entrance ceremony which is a big thing. Ceremonies in Japan are very formal. May has Golden Week so it’s one of the few “vacations” we teachers actually get off. During winter/summer/spring vacations students have no school but teachers still have to go to work unless we use our paid leave. But there’s always at least 2 teachers everyday to do the “daily duties” wahtever that is. Lucikly I don’t do that but I still need to go tos chool if I don’t want to use my paid leave. We still have random 3 day weekends though. August is like a month of summer vacation but students still come to school if they have clubs for like half a day or few hours. Fall is the season for sports so the schools have their Sports Day event. After that we have Chorus Contest where it’s a class competition where they see which class can sing the best. This is taken very seriously. High schools have their own school festival at some point. Christmas is Christmas of course and New Years. New Year’s is another holiday we get time off , about less than a week unless we use leave again. February is Valentine’s Day. march Is white day and also graduation for third years. then after that they get 2 weeks of spring break before the next school year. 

anonymous asked:

I'm perfectly comfortable with my new name, but when I think the name my dad wanted to give me if I was born my preferred gender, I'm confused because it sounds really cool (ex : my preferred name is Danny, and my dads name choice is Nate) I kinda wanna change it to Nate and I think it would not only make me happy but also my dad for some reason I think he'd see me even more as his son that he's trying rn but I don't know if I wanna change after all the time ppl have called me Danny. What to do?

Kii says:

You could pick the name you like more, regardless of what your dad thinks, and possibly make the other name your middle name (or one of your middle names, because you can have more than one). Your name should be what you want most, not anyone else.