idk if this counts haha

I’m not saying this is a headcanon because I 100% believe if Dooku had his way he would have totally made Obi-wan his apprentice. HE WANTED HIM ON HIS SIDE.

I mean….there is evidence in EVERY MEDIA canon or not:

Obi-wan and Dooku’s relationship is so fascinating to me. I think it’s the fact that they are kind of connected together because of Qui-Gon Jinn. Wish we could have seem more of them interacting with each other!

Also, I really love the fact that both Dooku and Ventress are obsessed with Obi-wan…but who isn’t anyways ;p

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Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

 

Gym Buddies

Pairing: Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Summary: Long story short - This was gonna be my Oak fic for the write-a-thon, but I had a bunch of crap going on and couldn’t get it done. I feel like I haven’t written in forever! I hope you enjoy, it’s purely fluff (I know some of y’all are still recovering from my Daveed fic, haha).

Word Count: 1,324

Trigger Warnings: exercise?? idk

Originally posted by englandsdreaming

“That’s her. On the treadmill.”

“Dude, she’s hot.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

You smiled to yourself as you gently pushed your earphones into your ears. You’d been coming to this gym since you were sixteen. It started out as a way to stay in shape for soccer, but you’d grown to love the gym. Exercising was fun for you now.

It wasn’t until a year ago when things started to become competitive.

You had just turned twenty-four when you first saw him. He was absolutely magnificent; it was a wonder as to why you weren’t drooling. He had a purple knitted beanie on his head before he yanked it off, revealing his close cut hair. A white tank top showed his ridiculously defined muscles, a sharp contrast from his dark skin. He appeared to be fairly upset, so when he sat down on a bench alone, you walked over to him.

“Need a spotter?”

He looked up in surprise, wide-eyed, before he gave you a small smile and shook his head, “I’m fine, thanks.” You watched him as he piled on weights at each end, shrugging, “Suit yourself.”

You went over to the cycles on the other left side of the room, slowly pedaling as you watched him do rep after rep. You were getting lost in the way his muscle moved under his skin each time he pushed the bar up before you noticed he stopped moving. You saw his arms shake as you looked at him smugly. He rolled his eyes and let out a short breath. “Need a spotter?” You repeated.

“I’m good.”

“Okay.” You said innocently. “When you drop that on your neck-”

“I’m not gonna drop it.” He managed to get out between breaths.

“Sure.”

After a minute or so of watching him continue to struggle, you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness as you hopped off the cycle. You stood over him and gripped the far ends of the weight. “Let go.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I’m not as weak I look. Let go.”

He let go cautiously when you pulled it up effortlessly and placed it in the rack. “You’re welcome.” You deadpanned.

“I was getting there,” He chided as he sat up. “Thanks.”

“Ya know, if I’m gonna save your life again, I should probably know your name.” You sat on the bench with him as he huffed. “One. You didn’t save my life.”

“I totally saved your life.”

“I was going to push it up.”

“You were going to drop it and break your neck.”

Two. It’s Oak.”

You deadpanned again. His name couldn’t possible be Oak. You thought he was trying to give you a fake name, so you raised your hands in surrender. “Okay, don’t tell me your real name.”

“It is!” He defended. “Well, Okieriete Onaodowan. But everyone calls me Oak.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, your eyes narrowed. “Well, I’m going to go exercise. Try not to die, please.”

You stood up and headed to the weight rack to start your squats, but you could feel Oak’s eyes trained on your figure. Something about you interested him. He didn’t know if it was because he thought you were cute or because you were so independent. Whatever the reason, halfway into his treadmill session, he found himself hopping off and walking over to you. You let out a breath as he approached, bracing yourself against the wall as you started another set of wall sits.

“Hey.”

You looked at him and back down in determination to break your record. “Hey.”

Oak grabbed a weight - bigger than the one you already had - and placed it on top. Your eyebrows furrowed as you strained to maintain your position under the new force. “Hey,” You blew a stray hair from your face, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Ya know, you never told me your name.”

“You could’ve just asked like a normal person.”

He grabbed another small weight and placed it on top. “Seriously?” You groaned. “Just tell me your name.” He grinned.

“In your dreams, Oak Tree.”

“Suit yourself.”

He playfully placed weight after weight on your knees, and you managed to hold your own for awhile. He knew you could hold it, of course, but the kinder part of him was watching for any sign of distress. Still, he had to figure out how to break you. Well, he thought, maybe I should just grab the biggest one.

And so Oak took all the weights he’d piled up off your knees, causing you to sigh in relief. “I swear if I don’t have a great butt after this, I’m gonna kill you.” You mumbled. He let a loud laugh as he grabbed the heaviest weight, gripping it tightly to ensure he wouldn’t drop it.

Part of you was very strongly drawn to his biceps as he walked, but you were also focused on the huge weight he was bringing over. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry, did I hear a name?” He smirked.

You glared him before mumbling your name. “What was that?” He asked. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my victory.”

“It’s Y/N, you asshole.” You chuckled as you took the last weight off your knees and stood up straight. “Now get that thing away from me.”

It’d been a long year since then. Oak invited Daveed to work out with him, mostly because the curly haired rapper wouldn’t stopped bothering him about his gym frenemy. As soon as Daveed started walking over to you, Oak regretted the decision.

“Hello there.” Daveed grinned.

You were running on the treadmill, so you pulled out one of your earphones and reached over to shake his hand. “Hi!” You smiled. “You must be Oak’s better looking friend.”

“Ouch.” Oak feigned pain as he leaned on the treadmill. “You should be nicer to me, ya know.”

“That would take effort, though.”

“And a lot of it.” Daveed added.

“Wow, D. Why don’t you work out with Y/N instead?” Oak returned with a playful grin.

“Calm down, I’m gonna work out with you. I’m actually gonna go check out the bench press.”

Daveed walked away, leaving you two alone. Oak had somehow let himself be convinced by Daveed to ask you out, he just didn’t know how to do it. It was clear that you both liked each other. You’d catch him looking at you from afar sometimes, as he’d caught you a few times himself. But, as strong you both were, neither of you had the balls to ask the other out.

Suddenly, he got an idea.

“You’re gonna hate me for this, but I’m gonna do it anyway.”

Oak pressed the next highest setting on the treadmill, forcing you to run faster. “Oak, don’t you start this shit again.” You laughed, out of breath.

“Go on a date with me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Another setting.

“You can’t force me to-”

“ - I’m not forcing you. Just giving you a push.” He grinned.

“You are not funny, Oak.”

“Go on a date with me.”

You thought about it, pushing yourself harder as Oak pressed another setting. It wasn’t like you didn’t like him. You knew you were falling for, no matter how hard you tried not to. And he wasn’t wrong - he wasn’t forcing anything. You wanted this date.

“Fine.”

“What was-”

“Oak, I will go on a date with you, just turn the damn treadmill off.”

You sighed in relief as the track started to slow down, allowing you to catch your breath. Just as you breathing started to even out, you lost your breath again as he smiled that stupidly cute smile of his at you. “Friday at 8?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Sorry about that, by the way.” He chuckled. “It was a lot cuter in theory.”

He grimaced as you wiped the sweat from your forehead on his arm and, with a grin, said, “I’m sure it was.”

Bears, Boxes and Broken Bones [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: could you please write a fix where the reader & Lin get more serious and the reader & readers daughter semi move into Lina bachelor pad and he finds it weird and then at the end of fic he realises he wants to make a family with reader???? Ish??? Idk??? :)

Word Count: 1,696

Warnings: broken wrist? is this a warning? haha other than that, none!

A/N: So, I changed the request just a tiny bit and made the reader’s daughter a 10-year-old, not a teenager (idk why, i think i like the idea of Lin interacting with kids). Also a huge shourout to mackie @protecting-my-legacy that helped me with this and got a little homage -sof’s injury-. Hope you feel better soon Mackie! So i guess that’s all the notes i have for this one, hope y’all like it! (PS: i am the worst with titles i hate this title but don’t let it define this fic lmao)

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“I think you should move in.” Lin’s voice is almost a whisper, but it wakes up from your half-asleep state.

You and Lin have been dating for almost a year, but for some reason he never mentioned you moving in or vice-versa, maybe that’s why it took you so much to comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time?” He says as he plays with your hair. Cuddling in bed with him and having nothing to worry about was always the start of an important conversation for the two of you: The first time this happened, you decided to introduce Lin to your daughter, Sofia. She was 10 and the result of your first marriage, a problematic relationship that didn’t last more than two years. You regretted many things about it, Sofia wasn’t one of them.

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Daddy’s Home

Summary: Negan comes home to his dogs??? (Idk, I suck at summaries, haha.)
POV: Negan
Word Count: 1520
Warnings: Cursing, overload of cuteness
Authors note: Someone at @negans-network said “so uh, I can’t stop imagining Negan with a bunch of pittbulls/other dogs at his home base and just bubber-fluffing a big dog and laughing” and although it sucks,  I just had to write something.
Parts: 1/1 - Completed
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Avengers Assemble (part 3/5)

A/N: Aaaand we’re halfway there!!! I’ll probably post the rest next week? Idk haha but anyways enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,373

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Part five


“As soon as Loki took the Doctor we moved Jane Foster,” Coulson said showing Thor the screen of Jane on her whereabouts. You stood beside them, arms crossed over your chest as you peered at the screen. “We’ve got an excellent observatory in Tromso. She was asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She’ll be safe.”

“Thank you.” Thor looked at the screen before looking at Coulson. “It’s no accident, Loki taking Erik Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he’s done. Erik is a good man.”

You looked at Thor, seeing that he was genuinely worried for that Doctor.

“He talks about you a lot,” Coulson looked at Thor as he pushed himself up from the table, starting to walk. “You changed his life. You changed everything around here.”

You and Coulson walked on each side of Thor as he spoke, listening to him. “They were better as they were. We pretend on Asgard that we’re more advanced but we come here, battling like bilgesnipe.”

You stopped and looked at Coulson, both slightly confused as you stared at Thor, “like what?”

“Bilgesnipe,” He replied, looking down at you.

“You know, huge, scaly, big antlers,” Thor put both his hands up and placed them near the top of his head to mimic horns. “You don’t have those?”

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adkgdflh we talked about water type maxie being a lifeguard and a part of babewatch and so I made more doodles. He would save people from the evil water and lecture them afterwards on how not to die.  Also he is tan, really fit for endurance,  and in his early 30′s.

a thought

it generally seems to be fanon™ that Charles doesn’t really like movies (or at least isn’t very interested in watching them) because for him they’re incredibly two-dimensional since he wouldn’t be able to sense the minds of the actors unless he was at a live theater

i like this headcanon since it would make sense and i’m not here to tear it down, but consider also Charles who isn’t really interested in watching movies at home for this reason but actually loves going out to see movies at the movie theater because then he can ride along with the minds of the crowd, rising and falling with anticipation or excitement or shock or sorrow or whatever other emotions the movie invokes in the viewers (maybe he specifically likes going to premiere days, to Erik’s unending chagrin, since the crowd’s emotions would be at an all-time high on opening night).

it’s a little bit of a telepathic grey area, since he’d technically be riding along with their emotions without their explicit consent, but the crowd could be unintentionally projecting all these strong emotions (again, why Charles likes premiere days) and i imagine Charles is of course powerful enough to be non-intrusive about it and not be reading anything beyond their surface thoughts regarding the movie they’re all watching - which would be easy enough, since they’re all in the theater for the explicit purpose of focusing only on the movie without any outside distractions (another reason it makes it hard for Charles to get into movies even if he’s watching them with other people at home - someone’s always thinking about something else or texting haha).

this probably means Charles isn’t really interested in watching a movie more than once, though, haha.