it's pretty good but the cover isn't as cool as this one

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 



You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 


It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 


When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.


As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.


It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.


“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

very literal descriptions of a few Stones albums
  • England's Newest Hitmakers: hey guise!!1!1 let's form a band even though we're super broke! it's totally fine, Keith can steal food for us!!
  • Satanic Majesties: if you drop acid and use a sitar... you're automatically the Beatles!1! we are all huge fans of holographic shiny things and our setup for the album cover is homemade!! we told Brian to come dressed as normal for this shoot! haha #Sgt.ppr's4lyfe!1!1!
  • Let it Bleed: varying degrees of hillbilly and stuff that's actually cool. Brian is usually too stoned to cooperate.
  • Sticky Fingers: Andy Warhol!!1!1 How to be cool 101!! no that is not Mick's crotch and ass. :))):):):)
  • Exile on Main Street: ok guys, we gotta be cool and badass now which is exactly why we're gonna have Keith write Happy. more hillbilly stuff, Keith's backing vocals are 3x higher than Mick's vocals.
  • Goats Head Soup: No Inflatable Penis On Stage Pls. "Star Star" (what?).
  • It's Only Rock n' Roll: average Stones but of course Mick Taylor decides to steal my soul with Time Waits For No One
  • Some Girls: Mick can't keep up with all 19387382 women he's juggling. Petrol Blues is just 1:35 of Mick ranting in some kind of accent that actually isn't his.
  • Emotional Rescue: Mick's pissed about some other girl. pretty good. Dance Pt. 1 is just mostly yelling but Keith's whistle tho.
  • Tattoo You: Heaven is very soothing to listen to and so is Waiting For a Friend...tits and ass, dead men cumming?¿
  • Blue and Lonesome: WELL GOSH GOLLY NEW STUFF. old men have a gr8 time and Mick kills me with his harmonica and then reincarnates me with his harmonica and then proceeds to kill me again. Ronnie's instagram post of his twins holding the LP also kills me.

anonymous asked:

Thulaz with the word prompt 'moon' perhaps?

This was really challenging! Thank you for this one, I hope it’s what you wanted! I turned it into a pretty lengthy fic, oops. I might be a little slow to reply but please keep sending me prompts!


The Blade of Marmora was an enigma even to its own members sometimes. They had the most advanced cloaking technology in the universe, and yet the officials still insisted that the only way to infiltrate Zarkon’s ships undetected was in the smallest craft possible. So that was how on his first mission, Thace had ended up in a repurposed escape pod, with barely one seat to himself, next to the masked pilot who had not shut up about artificial limbs for the past four vargas. 

“All I’m saying is–and this is just my cover, I don’t really care about any of this, you know that, right?–but there’s so much untapped potential there, for surveillance purposes, for quintessence manipulation–”

The stream of scientific jargon was interrupted by the ship jostling and veering to the side. “What was that?” Thace asked.

The pilot checked the readings on the control panel. “We’ve been hit!” he yelled in alarm. “There!” He pointed out the windshield to a Galra drone that was just leaving their field of vision.

“Do you think they know who we are?” Thace asked, voice low with concern.

“No. We’re in Galra controlled space, so they’re probably just programmed to shoot down any unidentified craft,” the pilot said confidently. 

“Very reassuring,” Thace mocked. “How is that going to help us now that we actually got shot down?”

“We will be fine. I can pilot us to that moon,” the other agent insisted.

“No you can’t. We lost the engine! The best you can do is crash land us on that moon,” Thace argued. 

Thace hated to say I told you so.

The engine, which had been sputtering since the blast, exploded just as they neared the moon’s surface, sending the pod into a double flip and bouncing it off the ground upside down. It would have looked like a cool trick to anyone but the two Galra inside it, who were holding on for dear life. Finally the ship skidded to a stop on its side. Thace had braced himself against the ceiling and managed to avoid any serious injuries, but the pilot didn’t seem to have been as lucky, hanging limp in his restraints. 

Thace unclipped his own restraints and crawled across the seat. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do this, but the other agent looked badly hurt and he didn’t know any other way to help him. He pressed the button to remove his mask. 

The mask dissolved, and Thace paused to catch his breath. Not because of the clearly unconscious expression or the bleeding wound on his forehead, but because he was so strikingly attractive, with the razor sharp cheekbones of a conventionally handsome Galra and pale lavender skin the likes of which he’d never seen before. His pointed ears perked out a moment after the mask came off, and Thace resisted the urge to touch them. That was not what he should be thinking about in this situation at all, he scolded himself. Thace removed his own mask to wipe the sweat from his forehead, which had appeared there due to stress and perhaps other reasons. 

He quickly shook himself out of his distraction and reached for a compartment in the ceiling that held a breathing mask. He affixed it to the pilot’s nose and mouth, and then searched the cabin for some gauze to press against the wound on his head. After that, he panicked, unable to think of any other way to help him. If he had been the one who got knocked out, he trusted that the other agent would know what to do. He seemed to know a lot about medicine, after all. Thace’s area of study had always been more focused on military strategy, and while that was useful for many things, first aid was not one of them. All he could do now was wait, and try to keep himself from staring at the pilot’s pretty face in case he woke up and caught him.

He was just wondering which of his ears Kolivan would rip off for letting a fellow agent die on his first mission when said agent opened his yellow eyes. The first thing he saw was Thace smiling at him and saying with a flood of relief, “You’re okay!”

“I think I have a concussion, but yes,” the pilot rasped through the breathing mask. It was hard to see, but it looked like he was smiling too as he said softly, “You saved me.”  

Thace’s heart jumped into his throat. “I, uh… you’re welcome. I’m going to call for help now, yeah, should have done that a long time ago,” he stammered.

Thace called central command while the injured agent rested. When Thace signed off the communicator, the other had taken off the breathing mask, revealing all of his stunning face once again. “They said they’ll come and get us in a quintant,” Thace relayed to him.

“I suppose we’ll have some time to get to know each other, then,” he said. “Since we’ve already seen each other’s faces, I might as well tell you my name. I’m Ulaz.” 

Ulaz had just crash landed on a moon, been concussed, and found out he would be stranded there for a long while, and his first thought was about getting to know Thace?  Thace’s mouth forgot how to form words. “I’m Thace,” he managed to get out.

“Hello, Thace. It will be good to know my ally once we start our undercover mission in the Galra Empire,” Ulaz said. “Since we’re going to be stuck here for a quintant, may I finish telling you about my theory?”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Mother's Day isn't the best or happiest day for most of the crew but jack try's her best to make everyone feel better. This year they've decided its her turn to be happy this Mother's Day. I feel like Gavin would really want to make hand made cards.

This one is adorable. Thank you so much for sending it to me :)

Jack never really thought about having kids. Being second-in-command to one of the most notorious crews in the city, the idea of bringing a child into her life right now seemed cruel. They’d constantly be in danger, constantly be on guard, and any form of normality for them would be behind a sheet of bullet proof glass.

Besides, keeping an eye on Geoff and his lost boys is kind of a full time job, and if this is what being a parent is like Jack’s not sure she’ll ever want kids.

It’s not all bad though, being a sort of surrogate mother to the crew. She’s never asked the others what their relationship with their parents is like, only knowing her own and a little of Geoff’s, but from the way Michael and Ryan seem to shy away from affection and the way Gavin seems to crave it, she has a pretty good idea how exactly these boys were raised.

They’re too old to have their cuts and bruises kissed, and she’s not stupid enough to try, but she does try to keep them mostly in one piece. She keeps the first aid kit fully stocked, she has Burnie’s number on speed dial just in case she can’t help them, and for the most part no one has died. It’s a win in her books.

She remembers birthdays and hounds Geoff during the holidays to get them something (even if it’s just a stack of money he chucks at their heads on the 24th). She keeps them in line during heists (or at least tries her hardest) and makes sure they get homes safe if they’ve been drinking. A few times she’s even dragged Geoff’s ass to bed after a bender, cursing him the entire time, but still leaving behind a glass of water and a couple aspirin on his nightstand.

She takes care of them, cleans up their messes, breaks up their arguments, stops Michael from killing Gavin, is there for them, and sometimes it’s worth the headaches for the good moments.

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[INTERVIEW TRANS] Q2. View on "Face completes the fashion"?

RM: It’s half right. It is right, but it is not everything as well. Honestly, I think as compared to the face, confidence and attitude are more important. I experience that myself too. I think dressing up without biased opinion is important.

Jin: It could be face but it could be not (face) too. For me, no matter how badly I dress I think it looks okay. I think my face covers up my fashion (dangdang)

J-Hope: X. To complete a fashion, as compared to face, it should be the proportions. If the proportion is good then jjwak~ it’ll look cool.

Jimin: I think face is not important in fashion. Even if one is not super handsome/pretty, they may have charms (give off such vibes) and hence face is surely not everything.

V: I don’t think so. Sunglasses and mask are fashion items too. If face completes the fashion then these items wouldn’t exist. I don’t think face is everything.

Jungkook: People who dress well may not all be handsome or pretty. Hence i think that face does not complete the fashion.

source: 스포츠조선

ps: Suga wasn’t present in this interview and i’ll only be translating some questions

anonymous asked:

Friendo, friend, buddy, got anything for midas!gta!gav? I need it like I need air-Bdoesshiphaus

Maaaaaan after seeing your writing i feel like you were asking for the emotionless killer, humanity extinguished by grief, fahchaus kind of Midas-persona but i gotta tell you i read this and still think of Midas!Gavin as Gavin with turn-shit-to-gold powers so i’m very sorry but that’s what you got:

Gavin has been wearing gloves from the moment Geoff first met him. It’s weird, and Geoff never believed the claims that he was always cold, but the way the kid cringes away from physical contact stopped Geoff from pressing. He figures Gavin has issues with touching people, or is excessively careful about fingerprints, or has some weird skin condition, and eventually just stops thinking about it.

As the FAHC grows each member goes through the same confusion-interest-acceptance cycle, and the closest Gavin gets to explaining himself is the one time he angrily pulls off his gloves and flails perfectly normal looking hands around for a moment after Michael spent all afternoon loudly theorising about how gross they must be. He storms off to his room, slamming the door, and by the time anyone notices the new golden handle on Gavin’s door weeks have passed and they all assume it’s just another addition to his ridiculous collection.

A collection that has only grown over time, Gavin’s apparent obsession with gold reaching everything from his jewellery to his sunglasses to the ridiculous finishings on his weapons and vehicles. It’s no real surprise when Gavin gains the moniker of Golden Boy, but it still seems to amuse him to no end.

They’ve been running Los Santos together for almost two years when the truth finally comes out, Gavin coming up behind some thug who had cornered Michael and Ryan, grabbing the back of his neck with a bare hand before the man could react. The change is almost instantaneous, gold rushing out from Gavin’s fingertips so quickly the man can’t even lower his gun before he is completely engulfed.

There’s a beat of silence, Michael and Ryan wide eyed and shellshocked, Gavin curling into himself as he struggled to get his glove back on, the man a cold, gold statue between them, and then their ride turns up, Jack hollering out the window as sirens blare in the distance. Ryan snaps out of it first, yelling at Michael to get Gavin in the fucking van as he rushes forward to grab the golden man and lug it with him.

The trip back the the penthouse is uncomfortable to say the least. Michael recounts the event at top speed, top volume, all flailing hands and incredulous swearing. Ryan’s dumped his mask and spends the trip going back and forth between examining the man and squinting curiously at Gavin, only jumping into Michael’s story when the other’s try to shut him down, and Gavin.. Gavin shoved himself into the back corner of the van, hands once again covered and shoved under his arms, glaring down at his own knees, refusing to answer anyone’s questions.

When they make it home Ryan thinks they’ll wait till they’re safely upstairs before they talk things through. This is the FAHC though; they have it out right there in the garage, loud and annoyed but mostly just really fucking confused – of all the possible reasons for Gavin’s gloves they weren’t expecting that. Between Geoff, Michael and eventually Gavin there is a lot of shouting, with Jack and Ryan torn between mediating and wanting their own questions answered, and Jeremy and Ray standing to the side, poking at the statue.

Gavin swings between defensive anger and senseless panic, terrified of what they’ll do now that they all know his secret, know that he’s dangerous, that he’d have to be worth a fortune to the right person. Which, honestly, just kicks off the shouting again because what a stupid idea. What a goddamn moron. As if Gavin wasn’t already dangerous, as if they weren’t all dangerous. As if they’d let anything under the sun take him from them let alone give him away.

So eventually Gavin settles down, tells them he’s always been like this, that he’s got some control over the power, that it requires some intention so he can actually hold something bare handed without changing it but it takes more concentration than he’s prepared to spend every moment of every day. He tells them that this wasn’t the first human he’s changed, not even the first he’s changed on purpose. That they don’t ever change back. Its a serious moment, quiet, Gavin clearly waiting for their judgement, most of the crew trying to work out how to explain that this is no different from every other way they kill, then Ray asks if Gavin’s ever changed a turd and as Gavin splutters in horror the moment passes.

Manoeuvring the statue into the elevator is no easy task, the man’s arms stretched forward as he aimed his gun, one leg back to brace himself, jacket flared from the wind; it’s quite the action pose, and the lads drag reluctant laughter out of Gavin as they do their best to mimic it on the way up to the penthouse.

What follows is a pretty fierce discussion about what exactly they should do with the statue. No one feels bad for the guy, they’d have happily shot him dead if they’d had the chance, but still the idea of melting him down seems a step too far. Ryan was pretty keen to chop him up and see if the change went all he way through but in the end Geoff decides that they’ll stick him in the lobby like a garish art piece. Because nothing says welcome to our home like a life-sized gun wielding man made out of solid gold. Ray want’s to call him Percival, Michael argues that he can’t have almost lost his life to someone called Percival, Gavin suggests Squidge Dinglebutt and in the end they somehow settle on George. 

Now that he doesn’t have to explain away their origin Gavin changes even more of his things, truly embodying his image as the Golden Boy, and the FAHC never have another problem scrounging up funds. Gavin still wears his gloves, and outside of the occasional joke mid-heist they’re all pretty good at keeping his power a secret, but if the occasional rumour regarding unbelievable feats and the Fake’s collection of impossibly realistic golden statues arises, well, George can always use more friends.

YOLO live once
  • Angel: *flies through the sky happily* Hahaha! Weeeeeeee!!
  • *a bullet zooms past her*
  • Angel: Hmmm? *stops flying and looks down*
  • *an RV is pursuing her*
  • Angel: *gasps* Is that a car!? That's so cool! I wanna ride in the ca-
  • Angel: *gets hit directly in the head by a bullet and spirals to the ground*
  • Soldier: *sniping from the RV's sunroof* I got her! I told you I fucking told you I was the best marksman around.
  • Aviator: Saw better whilst I was alive.
  • Soldier: Must've ain't been good marksmen considering you ended up dead.
  • Aviator: I was shot down by artillery, you fool. And don't you insult my brothers in arms. If it wasn't for their, and my, sacrifices their wouldn't be an army left for you to disgrace.
  • Armless Man: Will both of you fools shut up and grab the angel before she wakes up. It'll be another millennium before we get a chance like this again.
  • Soldier: *stands over the angel's body* She's so young.
  • Armless Man: She's not young, she's older than every human who ever died combined and multiplied by two. To her, age might not even be a concept. She's a boundless being who has existed since before time and will continue to exist once all returns to the abyss from whence it came.
  • Soldier: So you're saying she's old as fuck.
  • Armless Man: Yes.
  • Soldier: *lifts angel's body onto his shoulders* She's heavy as fuck too.
  • Armless Man: The weight of a trillion virtues.
  • Soldier: Huh?
  • Armless Man: Also the weight of her wings. They probably weigh more than the girl herself.
  • Soldier: Whatever you say, man.
  • *back at the RV*
  • Soldier: *drops the angel's body onto the table*
  • Aviator: Ghastly.
  • Soldier: I think she's pretty.
  • Aviator: I mean it's ghastly that we killed her.
  • Soldier: I killed her.
  • Aviator: I'm willing to take on a burden of the sin myself. A general is responsible for the actions of his soldiers, after all. God forgive me.
  • Soldier: You ain't my general.
  • Armless Man: Both of you shut up and hew the wings the from the angel's back. Once that's done, boil them and the elixir will be complete.
  • Aviator: What do you we do with the body?
  • Armless Man: Just dump it outside. Angels can't die. Poor thing will be wingless, but fine after a few hours.
  • *the aviator and the soldier cut the wings from the angel and boil them until they become a noxious, glowing soup*
  • *the three men look down at their vile concoction*
  • Soldier: So, which one of you is drinking first?
  • Aviator: *glances at the armless man* This was your idea. It should be your honor.
  • Armless Man: For military men, both of your are rather cowardly. This soup is perhaps the most pure thing you'll ever encounter. I have no qualms with being the first to test it. Perhaps, I'll see your two on the other side. *kneels down and sips from the soup bowl*
  • Armless Man: *disappears instantly*
  • Soldier: He's gone!
  • Aviator: It can't be that simple!?
  • Soldier: It really is, dude! He's gone! Do you think he's back on the surface!? Do you think he's alive!?
  • Aviator: Only one way to find out! *lifts bowl of soups and drinks heavily from it*
  • Aviator: *disappears instantly the bowl crashes to the ground, spilling soup everywhere*
  • Armless Man: *appears back in the RV, his legs missing, covered in fresh blood and scars*
  • Armless Man: *wheezes and gurgles blood*
  • Soldier: What the fuck happened to you!? Did it send you to hell instead or something.
  • Armless Man: No, it worked. I was alive. Died a few minutes later from my injuries. Apparently, they decided cutting off my arms wasn't enough so they brutalized my dead body even further. The sick fucks.
  • Soldier: Does it hurt?
  • Armless Man: Of course it goddamn hurts. I'm going to be like this for the rest of existence. *wheezes*
  • Soldier: Well, that fucking idiot old man drank the soup and the disappeared. He spilled it everywhere.
  • Armless Man: You better get to sucking the soup from the carpet then.
  • Soldier: What do you think will happen to me if I go back.
  • Armless Man: Depends, how did you die? On the battlefield?
  • Soldier: Cholera.
  • Armless Man: You died of cholera?
  • Soldier: Yup, I never even saw duty. You think if I go back I'll still have cholera.
  • Armless Man: I don't know. How long have you been dead.
  • Soldier: I've lost track of time. Seems like a billion years.
  • Armless Man: Won't hurt to find out. *wheezes*
  • Soldier: Bullshit. Just look at what happened to you. There's gotta be some better way to come back to life. I ain't messing with that angel wing soup shit.
  • Armless Man: The old man isn't back yet.
  • Soldier: You think he got lucky.
  • Armless Man: Who knows.
  • *in the living world*
  • Extremely Elderly Man: *for the first time in years of being on life support, his eyes shimmer with signs of consciousness. as he is almost entirely paralyzed, all he can do is twitch his eyelids*
  • *in the wasteland outside of the RV*
  • *the angel's discarded body cracks open as her spine removes itself from her dead body, blue flames begin to spread from the body to the RV, and a triumphant choir, seemingly from nowhere, sings in harmony*
  • Armless Man: Singing? What the hell is going on?
  • Soldier: I don't have a clue, man. *looks out the window and sees the glorious light of an angel arisen, unable to comprehend the beauty of the holy light, his eyes begin to burn*
  • Armless Man: Shit! *attempts to squirm away as the blue flames begin to engulf the RV*
  • Armless Man: Oh, what the hell am I even doing? It's hopeless. It always was. *lets himself be engulfed by the blue flames.
  • Angel: *stands in the wasteland alone* Huh?
  • Angel: *exams her body* My skin is so soft and moist. And my wings are so silky. Why do I feel so... new?
  • Angel: *notices the smoldering remains of the RV* Aww, lame! I wanted to ride in the car!
Kate and Sci see "Godzilla" and disapprove of its life choices
  • Me: Hey, there's still a mom! That's a good-
  • Movie: No, there isn't.
  • Me: My expectations for this movie just went way, way, way down.
  • Movie: Skips forward 15 years
  • Me: What? Why?
  • Kate: Because Brian Cranston isn't the young hot ineffectual white guy that audiences demand.
  • Me: Did they name the kid after a car company?
  • Kate: Noms noms noms.
  • Me: What are you- Are you using your hand to pretend to eat the human characters?
  • Kate: The movie we're fifteen minutes in and no one's been eaten yet. I need to correct this.
  • Me: Stop that.
  • Me: Actually, you make sense. Here, I'll help. But just the annoying characters.
  • Kate: So, the humans.
  • Me: ... Yes.
  • Kate: Anyway, why is everyone speaking English in Japan?
  • Me: The Japanese love us loveable gaijin!
  • Kate: No. No, they do not.
  • Me: Okay, because Americans are lazy and don't like to read subtitles.
  • Kate: Far more likely.
  • Movie: Makin' bad choices all the livelong day
  • Me: Okay, if you've broken into a quarantined area, and proved that the quarantine is a massive cover up and conspiracy, surrounded by hundreds of guys with guns, maybe screaming how you will expose them as soon as you get loose is not a good plan. In that they can just kill you and leave your body by the side of the road and no one will ever know.
  • Kate: Oh, Logic, this movie has none.
  • Me: Just saying. Oh, look, an interesting, likeable character with actual personality.
  • Kate: And he's not ineffectual white guy, so he's going to die.
  • Me: Maybe-
  • Movie: Squish
  • Me: Aw, sadness. You were a nice guy, random military grunt 2746.
  • Movie: Don't worry, ineffectual white guy named after a car is still here!
  • Me: But I hate him.
  • Movie: Soon you will hate him more.
  • General: I am going to make bad decisions!
  • Me: Why is the military always so stupid in these movies? If Rhodey was in that room, he would be like, are you all out of your GODDAMN minds?
  • Kate: That seems like a better movie. Rhodey and Stacker Pentacost.
  • Me: Ooooo! And Carol! Punch that monster, Carol! And for science staff, we need scientists who can deal with science that'll kill ya. Jane.
  • Kate: And Bruce. He's an expert in Gamma radiation.
  • Kate: I want it.
  • Ken Watanabe: Godzilla is here to restore balance to nature!
  • Me: What are you basing this on?
  • Kate: Previous Godzilla movies.
  • Me: Well, okay, then. Oh, look, they're dropping in the military guys with parachutes.
  • Kate: Annnnnnd... SAM. Sam. Sam.
  • Me: Sam would be a better choice.
  • Monsters: show up briefly to fight, then movie takes them away again
  • Me: GODDAMMIT. Just. Stop. With the humans. Do not care. This movie isn't called: "Ineffectual White Military Dude Has Daddy Issues" it's called "GODZILLA" give me what the title promises.
  • Kate: Maybe they will be eaten.
  • Me: We are pretty much the worst people ever, you realize that, right?
  • Kate: This movie has given me no reason to care. About any of them.
  • Me: I'm actually more sympathetic towards the monsters.
  • Me: Wow, this looks like the egg cache in "Finding Nemo" and now I really feel bad for the monsters, because ineffectual white guy (tm) is going to kill their babies and then the single father will have to take care of the one remaining one with the crippled wing.
  • Monsters: fighting
  • Me: And I'm now bored with this, because I've never liked the trope of 'lo, I am defeated, except I HAVE A POWER YOU NEVER SUSPECTED I HAD.'
  • Kate: Unless chain swords. When it's chain swords it's cool.
  • Me: Let's just skip the end and go watch Pacific Rim again. Riley got over his emotional stunted issues off screen.
  • Kate: Riley was better at this.
  • Ineffectual White Military Guy: Completely fails at his job.
  • Kate: Did the bomb just go off?
  • Me: Yeah, the big whiteout there in the background.
  • Kate: So they just nuked San Francisco.
  • Me: Well, most of it was already broken.
  • (Ineffectual White Guy finds his son somehow. Son finds mom in giant stadium full of people.)
  • Me: What is up with the 'kids can magically find their parents' thing in movies? The number of times some kid has grabbed my pant leg thinking I'm mom disproves this concept.
  • Kate: You realize that kid grows up to be Newt, right?
  • Me: ... I accept this headcanon.
  • Movie: Ends abruptly. Get out. There will be no encore.
  • Me: Well, I think they ran out of film.
  • Kate: Or cares to give. So. Where does that fall on the chain of bad movies featuring ineffective white guys?
  • Me: Above "Battleship," below "Red Dawn."
  • Kate: "Red Dawn" was horrible.
  • Me: And Chris Hemsworth still did a good job with it.
  • (And we yell about how much we hated 'Red Dawn' for the rest of the credits)
  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."
Pending Romance - Requested (Calum)

This was requested by Anon (Can you make one where you and calum are married amd you have a daughter and look has a son and like they’re best friends and you could imagine them being so,ethimg as they grow up?) ENJOY!!!!

Mummy when is Ben coming?’ Robbin asks as she eats her peanut butter in toast at the table.

‘Dinner time hunnie’ you tell her, 'do you want to go the park for a little bit?’ You ask her.

'No, can we go when Ben gets here?’ She’s asks and you nod.

'How about me and you play with your Barbie’s?’ Calum offers as he sits next to you.

'No daddy, I want Ben now, I’m bored’ she moans making you laugh.

'You’re eating breakfast how can you be bored?’ Calum asks, she narrows her eyes at Calum, sending him a glare that would worry anyone and you laugh again as she takes a harsh bite if her toast. 'I just got the death glare off my six year old daughter’ Calum whispered into your ear.

'Its true love Calum, daddy ain’t good enough she wants Ben’ you tell him.

'What’s true love?’ Robbie asks, you look up to see her staring at you toast hanging from her mouth.

'It’s like beauty and the beast, they were I’m love’ you tell her.

'Like me and mummy are in love’ Calum adds in which only earns him another glare, his eyes widen and he looks away from her.

'I don’t love Ben’ she tells you very matter of fact.

'Good because no daughter of mine is dating a Hemmings’ Calum tells her 'you remember that’ he takes a bite of his toast and then adds 'or a Irwin or Clifford’ even though Michael doesn’t have a son. You hit Calum’s arm at his words and he whines making Robbin laugh.

'You can marry whoever you like darling’ you tell her and she smiles.

'I’m gonna wear a pretty dress and a crown’ she tells you and as she goes to show you a crown she smacks her toast into her head, the realisation washes over her face as he widens her eyes and forms an O with her mouth, slowly taking the toast off her head to see the top of her hair covered in peanut butter, you and Calum look at each other and then too Robbin and the three of you fall into laughter.


'Aren’t they the cutest’ Linda coos as she sips on her tea, you smile as you watch Ben and Robbin running around the park.

'I can’t wait for the wedding’ you laugh. Robbin trips landing face down on the floor, you go to stand up but Linda grabs your arm pulling you back down you give her a confused look and she nods over to the kids. You see Ben run over to Robbin, he kneels down and pulls her to her feet, he hugs her and kisses her cheek, then wipes her tears, and he then takes her hand in his and points to the swing.

'Oh god, that’s was adorable, I wish we videoed that’ you coo, sitting back down.

'I did, for the wedding’ you see her waving her phone.

'Pending romance’ Linda laughs at you and so do you.


You head to the door, opening it to see Ben, you smile.

'Hello Ben, your just in time, I just pulled peanut butter cookies put of the oven’ you explain, stepping aside to let him in but he looks nervous.

’(Y/N) do you and Calum have a minute?’ He asks, you nod.

'Yeah, no problem, is everything okay?’ You ask leading him into the living room, he nods sitting down. 'I will get Calum’ you smile leaving the room. You walk into the kitchen where Calum is stuffing the last of a cookie into his mouth and you glare him.

'Calum I just made them, you didn’t even let the cool down’ you whine moving over and hitting him with the oven gloves, he moves behind you as you take out a plate, Calum’s arms wrapping around you.

'I’m sorry they are just so good, I love you’ he whispers the last part as he kissed your cheek. You shuffle out of his arms placing a cookie on a plate.

'Always the sweet talker. Ben is here, he wants to talk to us’ you tell him leaving the kitchen, when you hear Calum following you look over your shoulder. 'And I love you too’. As you and Cal walk in Ben stands up, rubbing his hands together.

'Hi Calum’ he smiles a little and Calum gives him a nod as he sits on the sofa, you perch yourself on the arm of the sofa.

'So erm, you guys know prom is coming up right, and..well there is this guy…from school…he is a complete…well you know…not a nice guy, and I heard he is going to ask Robbin to prom…he..he just wants to use her.’ He rambles out, looking down for a second and then back up.

'I wanted to ask her…but you know….anyway you can’t let her go….sorry I mean erm….please don’t let her go with him’ his eyes lock with yours for a few seconds before flicking to Calum.

'Okay, she won’t go with him’ you agree, you have always wanted them together and you can tell he feels strongly about this guy.

'Great, I mean good, thanks’ he nods going to leave.

'Ben’ Calum calls making Ben freeze and turn back to us. 'Why isn’t she going with you?’ Calum’s words surprise you because he has always been so against the idea of them dating and it seems Ben is also surprised.

'Erm…well, I just…she’s my best friend’ he stutters out and you laugh a little.

'Come on Ben, we all know that’s not completely true’ you smile and he blushes a little.

'She sees me as he best friend (Y/N), there is nothing I can do about that. And Ca’ he stops looking at Calum, he swallows and continues 'you have always hated the idea’ he adds looking at Calum. There is a silence for a couple of minutes until Calum stands.

'Look Ben, I’m a typical father, Robbin is my little girl and no dad likes to think if there little girl replacing them. But if I’m gonna trust anyone to be there for her, dry her tears, piss her off, watch her back then it’s you mate, it always has been. Robbin is as stubborn as her mum, she’s not gonna tell you how she feels; you have to give her a push. Ask her to prom’ Calum advises, Ben’s smile growing with each word.

'Thank you, I’m gonna go see her now’ he smiles nodding to you both 'I’ll pick her up from year book’ he tells you as he leaves, you smile as Calum comes over offering you his hands which you take and he pulls you up, holding you to his chest and kissing your temple before you text your head in the crook of his neck.

'You know you have to get a suit now’ you whisper into his shoulder.

'For what?’ He asks confusion in his voice.

'The wedding’

From Chelsea