maybe .. if you and i had met first

the last five years lyrics sentence starters.

  • ❝  i’m still hurting.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ is probably feeling just fine.  ❞
  • ❝  what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?  ❞
  • ❝  run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve been waiting for someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath.  ❞
  • ❝  well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true.  ❞
  • ❝  you are the story i should write.  ❞
  • ❝  i think that i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i guess i can’t believe you really came.  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago.  ❞
  • ❝  and you’re mine.  ❞
  • ❝  with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong.  ❞
  • ❝  you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts?  ❞
  • ❝  you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick!  ❞
  • ❝  and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends!  ❞
  • ❝  i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m a part of that.  ❞
  • ❝  and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue.  ❞
  • ❝  i said i’d stick it out and follow through.  ❞
  • ❝  and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  first, a story.  ❞
  • ❝  then the clock upon the wall began to glow…  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?  ❞
  • ❝  have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you?  ❞
  • ❝  he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night.  ❞
  • ❝  son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right!  ❞
  • ❝  so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene!  ❞
  • ❝  have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?  ❞
  • ❝  i do.  ❞
  • ❝  you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them!  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy!  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation.  ❞
  • ❝  i shouldn’t care what she thinks since i can’t fuck her anyways!  ❞
  • ❝  when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck!  ❞
  • ❝  i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels!  ❞
  • ❝  can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel?  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t we get to be happy?  ❞
  • ❝  no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’  ❞
  • ❝  this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i thought, i can do better than that.  ❞
  • ❝  you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me.  ❞
  • ❝  i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you.  ❞
  • ❝  say you’ll move in with me.  ❞
  • ❝  nobody needs to know.  ❞
  • ❝  hold on, don’t cry yet.  ❞
  • ❝  since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t kiss me goodbye again.  ❞
  • ❝  you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now.  ❞
  • ❝  goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call.  ❞
  • ❝  i have been waiting for you.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m not the only one who’s hurting here.  ❞
  • ❝  i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried.  ❞
  • ❝  all i could do was love you hard and let you go.  ❞
  • ❝  god, i loved you so.  ❞
  • ❝  so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go.  ❞

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? 

A/N: Let me know what you think and if I should continue this! Not so sure if I will or not. Definitely have some plans, so let me know if you’d like to see more!


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1. I just don’t care anymore. I care about you as a person, sure. I always will. But not as my person.
2. I no longer feel butterflies in my stomach when you text me, only apprehension and confusion.
3. Your life no longer impacts me; there is no “us.”
4. I always thought of you as an appendage to me and so when you left instead of sadness it felt more like phantom limb syndrome, but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.
5. I will always miss you a little; I will miss the person I first met and the opportunities we once had. But that was the old you, and I don’t think the old you is coming back.
6. I never fantasized about having your last name next to mine or scribbled it into the margins of my notebook, and maybe that says something about the future we never really had together.
7. Each day I find myself thinking of you less and less and maybe one day I won’t think about you at all.
8. I thought we could be friends; I thought I would need your companionship, but we were never friends and we probably never will be.
9. I finally threw out the pictures of us together. I had been so afraid that if I threw out the pictures I would be throwing out those moments too, but memories aren’t disposable. I will always cherish them, but I don’t need them anymore.  
10. The human skin replenishes every 27 days. My mind remembers you, my heart remembers you, but my skin has never met you. It has never felt your hand on it while you laughed at one of my jokes. It has never felt you dig your fingers into my neck when you tried to keep me. I don’t think it ever will, and that’s ok with me.
—  10 things I wanted to tell you since we broke up. Part II
Not Going Anywhere

Prompt: You come through the loop with Jacob

Request: “enoch (movie age?) x reader please :))) maybe the reader is similar to jake + enoch tries to scare her away at first but then realizes he’s falling for her + fluff?? idk thank youuuuu :)))))” -anon

Warning: None really, maybe language

Note: I decided to change the peculiarity, so instead she sees fairies and elves and things like that because it kind of lightens up the story. Also, I don’t see how Enoch would scare her away

Originally posted by fandcm-world

You had met Jacob at the therapy office. Jacob told you of the things he saw and you told him what you saw. You became best friends quickly and started hanging out at places other than the therapist office.

Jacob told you about his grandfather’s stories and you could tell they were real. When he told you he was going to the island that his grandfather told him about, he asked if you wanted to go with him. You convinced your parents to let you go.


You and Jacob found the loop. While Jacob was spending time with Emma, you were hanging out with Fiona and Millard. You hung out with Fiona because you could see fairies hang out around her plants and Millard because he was generally nice to you.

Enoch, for some reason, was rude to you and Millard informed you that he’s usually nicer– not by much, but still nicer. You were getting tired of him being rude to you, so you decided to confront him.

You entered his workshop without knocking.

Enoch rolled his eyes and asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“I want to know why you’re so rude to me.”

“I don’t like you.” Enoch told you, not looking in your eyes.

You tilted you heard to the side, not believing him. “Why?”


“Why don’t you like me?” You repeated.

Enoch still couldn’t look at you nor could he come up with an answer as to why he didn’t like you. He shrugged, not knowing what do say.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You question him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know! I just get this feeling whenever I’ around you, okay? I can’t think straight. I don’t act right. You’ve been on my mind since you got here ad I don’t know what the hell is going on.” He ranted.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t hate me Enoch, you don’t dislike me either. You like me Enoch.”

Enoch looked you in your eyes for the first time that day. “What? No, I-I can’t like anyone.” You think you heard him mutter, “I can’t like someone who doesn’t like me back.”

You smiled softly at him, stepping closer to the pale boy. “I like you too Enoch.”

Enoch shook his head and looked down. “No, you’ll leave just like Abe left Emma. No.”

You put your hand on his shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere Enoch.”

Scars (Newt x Reader)

**Gif not mine**

Request: @littlefrenchnuage Maybe something to do with his scars and a first kiss? :)

I apologize if this is absolute trash it’s my first time writing an imagine for the public :/ H/H= Hogwarts housep>

You were walking through the Goldstein sisters’ apartment to get to Newt and Jacob’s room.  You had forgotten your H/H scarf in the little workshop area of Newt’s case.  You met the shy Hufflepuff in your sixth year of Hogwarts; as you were partners in potions and had been best friends ever since. But once Newt left to go study magical creatures, you hadn’t seen each other since then.  It wasn’t until more than a decade later when you were living in New York and you bumped into him (or, rather, he bumped into you) when you were observing Mary Lou Barebone’s rally.  


You recognized each other’s faces immediately, and you helped him catch his Niffler when it got loose in the bank.  He asked you a bit about how life was going for you now, and nothing much had really changed for you.  A few ex-boyfriends here and there, but they were jerks anyway and you were the one to break it up.  You went with Tina to her and Queenie’s apartment with Newt and Jacob, and during dinner Queenie couldn’t help but read Newt’s thoughts.  Newt was wondering whether or not you currently had a boyfriend, which Queenie happily announced to everyone.  Newt turned a marvelous deep shade of red.  You laughed a bit and responded with no.  After that, everyone was busy with capturing Newt’s creatures about the city.  When the whole deal was over and the citizens were obliviated (except Jacob), you and Newt would occasionally take small walks together and catch up.  Little did you know, Newt was completely smitten with you, ever since your sixth year together at Hogwarts.

**End of flashback**

           Once you approached Newt’s case, you knelt down, unlatched it, and climbed down inside.  

           “Hey New—,” you started.  But then you turned around and saw Newt.  Shirtless.  He wildly spun around at the sound of your voice.  Your facial expression melted into one of shock and wonder.  Your gaze shifted down to Newt’s bare chest. Completely lining his chest were what seemed to be an impossible number of scars, of all different shapes and sizes. He had just finished healing a new one.

           “Y-Y/N!” he exclaimed, surprised and shocked.  

           You gradually stepped closer to him, him watching you every move.  “W-what are these…?”  You asked, lightly trailing a finger down one of the longest scars.  Newt jumped at the sudden contact, and you quickly pulled your finger away.

           “Uh… Y/N w-what are you doing down here???” he asked, clearly avoiding the question.

           You crossed your arms and looked him right in the eyes.  “Newt. The scars.  Now.”

“They’re scars, as you noticed.  From… beasts and creatures.  Disgusting, aren’t they?” He said, hanging his head in shame.

           Your expression softened at Newt’s demeanor.  “No!  No, they are not disgusting at all.  They’re… they’re beautiful,” you said.  Newt turned his head back up with wide eyes.  “Kind of like a memory, I suppose…”

           “No.  They’re not beautiful.  It’s a constant reminder of how I mess up almost everything,” Newt said sternly yet sadly, once again turning his glance to the floor.

           You shook your head and stepped forward so that you were directly in front of him.  You slipped a finger under his chin, and tilted his head up so that he was looking you right in the eyes.

           “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.  You listen to me right now.  You’re the most, sweet, kind, and caring person I know.  We all mess up.  The way you work with creatures is truly phenomenal, and the Ministry thinks the same. Nobody else is like you, Newt.  I need you to understand that,” you whispered at a level only he could hear.  Your voice became quieter.  “And… and that’s why… that’s why I love you.”

           “What?”  He quietly said, his face turning to shock.

           “I said… I said I love you, Newt.  So damn much,” you spoke.  You leaned forward, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Newt froze.  You pulled away.  “I-I’m sorry, that was wrong I shouldn’t hav–,” you rambled, but Newt stopped you.

           He pulled you in for another kiss.  You threw your arms around his neck, responding immediately.  The kiss was full of hunger, Newt had been waiting to do this for over a decade.  His lips were so soft…  He tasted you tentatively with his tongue, and you did the same.  You swear you heard a low moan from the back of his throat.  

           Once you both had to pull away for air, he pressed his forehead to yours.  “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he breathed.

           You grinned up him, running your fingers through his messy mop of curls.  You leaned forward and pecked his cheek.  “Well… now you can call me yours.”  

           You both smiled and leaned in for another kiss. You never did end up getting your scarf that day.

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Dream Come True

Dean x Female Reader

Prompt: Reader is attacked by a dijin. In her dream, she has quite the experience with Dean. When she wakes up, she doesn’t know what to do.

Words: 3504 (WOAH it just got away from me)

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, guided masturbation (sorta), masturbation, orgasm denial, slight dom!Dean, general smutty smut

A/N: I really like this prompt! Maybe it’ll be a series or something if y’all really like it. Let me know what you think :) ENJOY PS If you want to be tagged let me know! PLS REBLOG, Feedback appreciated

Tagged: @mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 @fangirl1802 @brianaistre

(Y/N) had been a hunter for years. She took it up after her brother was killed by a werewolf. As a hunter, of course she knew of the legendary Winchesters, but when she finally met them, they were surely surprised by her.

As (Y/N) sat in the empty bar, she thought about her first interaction with the brothers. Two years ago, in Iowa, (Y/N) had hunted down a vampire nest.

In the dark room, (Y/N) tiptoed, the only light was her bloody blade. She was still unsure if she’d killed the entire nest. In the silence, (Y/N) stood and listened for a sign. There was nothing and she sheathed her weapon. When all of the sudden, a large dark mass appeared from the shadows and pulled her from behind.

Of course, even before she was a hunter, (Y/N) was sufficient in martial arts Her father was a cop, who insisted that she needed to know how to protect herself. (Y/N) didn’t need a weapon. She was the weapon.

(Y/N) elbowed the shadow, which groaned in pain. She turned around frantically and when it doubled over, she kneed it in the face. It collapsed.

The figure was crouched over, but she could tell that it was a tall, broad man. He looked up at her in  with alluring green eyes that seemed to glow. His face was bloody, but underneath the blood, he looked strong.
   “Geez, I didn’t realize that vamp bitches –” he said as he wiped away blood from his nose.

She took the opportunity to draw her gun. Before he completed his thought, she realized that he was no vamp. He was another hunter. A stupid one, but he was a hunter. She lowered her weapon. “Not a vamp,” she said. (Y/N) lifted her lip to reveal a fangless mouth. “I’m clean. Now get up, before I shoot you.”

The man smiled at her charmingly. He stood up and picked up his own blade that she pushed away in the fight. “Feisty.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

A rattle from around the corner startled (Y/N). Instinctively, she raised her gun towards the noise. Another man appeared with a tight grip on his blade. He was taller, but he seemed less outspoken than the other stranger. His eyes darted between them. “Dean, who is she?”

“Oh, good. Sammy didn’t miss the introductions,” the first man said sarcastically. (Y/N) put away her gun.

Sammy, walked towards his companion slowly, eying (Y/N) wearily. Side by side now, (Y/N) stared at them intensely. They seemed oddly familiar to her, but she couldn’t place her finger on it.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said. “And you are?”

“I’m Dean, and this is my brother, Sam.”

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Behind These Walls | Jungkook

Scenario: You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all of my cheerios
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4,044
Author’s Note: I wrote a majority of this story during my classes on the back of worksheets and scraps; because let’s be honest, Jungkook is way more interesting than any psychology lecture


When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, you aren’t entirely sure if you like him or not.

But, then again, it could be because the pair of you had met under extremely unusual circumstances—the unfolding of an awkward introduction that had been partially your fault.

Okay, maybe it had been mostly your fault.

But, in your defense, it isn’t everyday you enter the apartment belonging to your best friend and throw yourself upon the couch, only to find that it is already occupied by a strange figure—one that is much too tall and lanky to be a certain Kim Taehyung.

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Perfect fit

Request: in summary, this is loosely based on the film “What’s your number” (part two here, part three here)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Warnings: pining, gourmet food

Word count: 2,775 (this is maybe a 1/3 of it? good luck)

A/N: This is for the lovely Taryn  (@fragmentofmymind) who won my 1.1k celebration prize of a personalised ficlet of 1.5k words or more! Since it’s over 6k, I’m splitting it into parts. This is a fic for everyone, except that it has some details unique to Taryn- regardless, enjoy!

The first time you met Lin was a cold Saturday morning in February. You had had a late night and just wanted to sleep in and spend the day in your pyjamas. Your alarm was off, your duvet was warm, and someone was banging on the door.

You rolled over, hoping whoever it was would go away- no such luck. Taking a deep breath, you slipped out of bed and, grabbing a jumper from where you had hung it over the back of a chair, headed to answer the door.

“Coming,” you called as you slid back the lock and opened the door. A guy was standing there in a hastily buttoned shirt and boxer shorts. You recognised him- he lived in the apartment opposite you, but you’d not really spoken before.

“Can I come in?” he asked, looking furtively over his shoulder towards the door to his apartment.

You wavered, considering his strange getup. He seemed nice- short hair, soft brown eyes, the beginnings of a goatee, and a nervous smile. Cute, your mind said. “Your apartment is right there,” you pointed out.

“Just for a minute?” he pleaded. You opened the door a little and he dashed inside.

“Close it,” he hissed, and bewildered, you did. He relaxed, collapsing into the cushy armchair you had beside the window.

“Thanks,” he grinned, “I had a one-night stand to get away from.”

“That’s nice of you,” you frowned, vividly conscious that you were still in your pjs and a hoodie. “Who are you?”

He sprang up again, extending a hand for you to take. You shook it hesitantly. “I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

“Y/N - nice to meet you.” You watched him explore your apartment, unsure of what to do next. You didn’t exactly have any experience with this kind of situation. “How long are you going to-”

“Stay?” he turned around, scampering over to peer through the peephole in your door. Lin shrugged. “Until she’s gone.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I see. Excuse me.” Grabbing a pair of jeans, a shirt, and some underwear, you headed into the bathroom to get dressed. You could hear Lin still wandering around your apartment, humming softly to himself.

You dressed as quickly as you could and pulled a brush through your hair until it looked vaguely presentable. “I’m helping you,” you told Lin as you emerged from the bathroom and headed out of your apartment and across the hallway to his.

The door wasn’t locked, so you opened it. A girl with red hair, glasses, and very few clothes was picking her way through Lin’s apartment, looking for her jeans. You straightened and got ready to try to act.

You gasped theatrically and the girl looked up, yelping when she saw that you weren’t Lin. “Who are you?” she asked, covering herself as best as she could with the clothes she had.

“I’m his girlfriend,” you said, and buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with fake sobs. You were sure it looked fake, but she seemed to buy it, blurting out an apology and, grabbing her jeans from the end of the bed, she all but ran out of the apartment.

You listened until you heard her footsteps on the stairs and, a moment later, the door to the building close behind her. Then, straightening your hurriedly pulled-on clothes, you walked back into your apartment.

“There you go,” you told Lin, who had now moved on to examining all the titles on your bookshelves, “she’s gone.”

“Thanks,” Lin said, not moving, “I owe you one.”

“You can repay me by leaving,” you suggested, “I have a brunch date to get to and I don’t want to be late.”

“A brunch date?” Lin wrinkled his nose, “Seems lazy.”

“My mum set me up,” you admitted with a sheepish smile, “apparently I’ve been single for too long.”

Lin laughed. Something on your bookshelf caught his eye and he paused, slipping it out carefully from between Jane Eyre and The Hobbit. “What’s this?” he asked, flipping open the cover.

Wide Sargasso Sea,” you said, watching as he searched for a blurb. You had signed your name carefully onto the first page in pencil, just in case you lost it. “It’s about Mrs. Rochester.”

“As in Jane Eyre?” He turned to the first page with renewed interest.

You smiled, “It’s my favourite book.”

Lin looked up from the first chapter and raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

You thought about it. “It’s really heartbreaking,” you started, “but so beautiful, because it gives life to the character everyone seems frightened of when reading Jane Eyre.”

“Can I borrow it?”

“Of course,” you smiled,  “just be careful with it, and bring it back when you’re done.”

Lin put his hand over his heart, “I swear it.”

You laughed. The clock caught your eye- it was half-past nine and you had to be there in half an hour. “Now I have a date to get ready for,” you said, “and you have an empty apartment to go back to.”

He pouted. “I like it here-”

“Next time, wear some clothes,” you said pointedly, giving him a good-natured shove towards the door.

“Any requests?” he teased, and you just closed the door with a sigh and went to get ready.

Charlie was nice, you decided. He paid attention to you, recommended food from the menu, and picked up the bill at the end. He was tall with dark hair and, when he smiled, he had the cutest dimples.

When he got excited, he spoke with his hands, nearly knocking over his glass a couple of times. He worked as a food critic, had a little sister called Josie, and made you want to cook.

You set up your next date before you’d even left the small diner where you’d met for brunch. “I’ll be there for seven,” he promised, “and I’ll bring over some of those lobster canapés I told you about- family recipe, you know.”

“I can’t wait,” you smiled, and he kissed you shyly on the cheek.

You were just setting down your bag when you heard a knock at the door, which you had left ajar, meaning to run downstairs and grab your umbrella from where you’d left to dry by the door. Lin was leaning up against your doorframe, now in jeans and a t-shirt, his hair spiky and damp from a shower.

“Hey neighbour,” he grinned and sauntered in, pushing the door shut behind him, “how was the date?”

“Nice,” you said honestly. All you wanted to do was flop and watch some West Wing, but you felt a little awkward with Lin around.

“Just ‘nice’?” Lin asked, putting air quotes around the word. “Doesn’t sound great to me.”

“It was a first date- give it a chance!” You headed through into the kitchen decided you might as well make yourself a cup of tea. You hesitated at the cupboard before pulling out two mugs, “Do you want some tea?”

Lin was examining your books again, but he straightened at your offer. “Sounds great.”

You clicked on the kettle and settled on finding out a bit more about the guy who had crashed your apartment that morning, “What do you do?”

“I write- or at least try to write- musicals,” Lin confessed. He joined you in the kitchen, “And while I try, I teach English.”

“That’s amazing!” you said, open-mouthed as you poured out the hot water for your tea, “What are you writing now?”

Lin grinned, “It’s called ‘In the Heights’- it’s about a small Latino community down in Washington Heights. I’m trying to pitch it to anyone who’ll listen.”

“Tell me more?” you suggested, but Lin shook his head with a smile.

“My turn to ask a question,” he insisted.

You raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. “I’m not as exciting as you, Mr. Broadway.”

Lin laughed at that. “What,” he tapped his chin, pretending to think, “is your favourite colour?”

“It’s a tie between burgundy and teal,” you said, gesturing to your teal hoodie and then to the burgundy cardigan hanging up beside the door. “My turn. Tell me more about your musical.”

“That’s not a question,” he pointed out. You waited, and he gave in, “I play Usnavi-”

“You’re in it?” you interrupted, surprised.

“Yeah. I play Usnavi, and he and his cousin run a bodega in the heights.” He paused, “It’s quite a long plot to explain.”

You fished out the teabags and passed him his mug. “I guess I’ll have to come and see it then.”

He lit up, beaming, “You would?”

“Of course,” you said. After a moment, you decided to invite him to stay. “I was going to crash and watch some West Wing, do you want to join me?”

“Y/N,” he said solemnly, “you are a woman after my own heart.”

“You know the West Wing?” you said, surprised.

“Know it?” he pretended to be insulted, “it’s only the best show ever.”

You snorted and headed over to your couch, setting your tea down on your tiny coffee table before you went to put the DVD in. Lin was funny and bouncy and a bit weird, you thought as the theme began to play, but you liked him.

On the day of your next date with Charlie, you went out shopping. You wanted to cook something he’d like and, after some deliberation and way too much time on food recipe websites. You’d settled on something called “Zuni roast chicken” that meant you had to head out to the store with an unusual shopping list.

When you came back, a large paper bag of groceries in your arms, you realised you didn’t have any free hands. You struggled for a moment, wishing the chicken you had bought was lighter so you could hold the bag in one hand.

“Need some help?” Lin appeared and held out his hand for the key you had barely manage to pull out of your jacket pocket.

“Please,” you said, and he unlocked the door. You staggered inside and to the kitchen, where you dumped the bag on the counter. You turned to thank Lin, only to find him standing at your peephole again, the door closed. You sighed, “Another one-night stand you need to hide from?”

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly.

You set to unpacking your groceries. Lin bounded over and started to help. “What is this stuff?” he asked, wrinkling his nose. He started to read out some of the labels, “Pitted castelvetrano olives? Duck fat? Escarole?” he pulled out a leafy vegetable, “What is all of this?”

“I’m cooking dinner,” you explained, grabbing the vegetable so you could stick it in the fridge. “I didn’t have all the ingredients, so I bought them.”

Lin was still digging through your shopping. After a moment he produced a minimalistically branded bag of muesli, “You’d better not be having that for dinner.”

You snatched it back. “No, Charlie recommended I improve my diet.”

Lin made a face. “Why, what do you usually have?”

You shrugged. “Toast?” You shelved the muesli, “Sometimes cereal?”

“You’re changing your diet for this guy?” Lin grabbed an apple from the bottom of the bag. “May I?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “But I’m not changing for him,” you argued- somewhat unconvincingly if Lin’s expression was anything to go by, “I’m making better choices.”

“Whatever you say,” Lin took a bite of the apple.

You grabbed the last thing out of the bag- a bottle of white-wine vinegar- and set it aside. The recipe had said you needed four hours to make this thing. “I’d better get started,” you groaned.

Lin laughed. “Want some help?”

“What do you know about cooking?” you asked skeptically, remembering the general lack of kitchen utensils you’d seen in his apartment.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, you got me,” he admitted, “my dad is the cook in my family. He makes a great arroz con grandules-”

“I don’t suppose he knows how to make-” you pulled up the recipe on your phone, “roast chicken with fennel panzanella?”

“Nope,” he shook his head and peered over your shoulder at the phone, “but how hard can it be?”

“Don’t even say that,” you groaned as you scrolled down the instructions, “we’re going to die.”

It was quarter to seven when you left Lin to look after the saucepan of panzanella- mostly vegetables, as it turned out- and went to get changed. You pulled on a nice knit sweater and a fresh pair of jeans, since the pair you had been wearing smelled distinctly of the herby sauce you had spilled on them earlier.

You fixed your makeup and yelped when you realised it was almost seven. “Lin!” you called, “I have to kick you out.”

“What? “After I helped you make this?” He looked sadly at the chicken that being kept hot by the oven.

“Don’t you dare give me those puppy eyes, Lin-Manuel Miranda,” you warned. “You know perfectly well I have a date.”

He still looked sad. You sighed and headed over to the bookshelf where, in a little wooden box, you kept a spare key. You pulled it out. “Here- catch,” you said, and threw it to him.

Lin caught it. “What’s this?”

“A spare key to my apartment,” you explained.

Lin grinned, “Thanks, Y/N.”

You held up a hand to stop him. “There are rules if you’re going to use my apartment to escape those poor women,” you said. “Firstly, you have to be clothed if you come into my apartment-”

“How clothed?” He interrupted.

You pretended to consider it, “Preferably fully. Secondly, don’t crash my dates.”

“Damn,” he muttered.

“And lastly, don’t lose the key.”

“Done, done, and done,” Lin promised, tucking the key into his pocket.

The buzzer at the door let you know that Charlie wanted to be let into the building. You pressed the button to admit him and opened the door. Lin hurried out.

You caught his arm as he passed you. “Thanks for helping, Lin,” you said sincerely, “I needed it.”

Lin smiled. “Any time,” he said and crossed the hallway. He opened his door a crack and peered inside to check for his date. “She’s gone,” he told you before heading into his apartment, pausing only to mouth ‘good luck’ to you as he closed the door.

Just then, Charlie turned the corner. He was carrying a bouquet of pink tulips and wore a white shirt. “Y/N!” He smiled and presented you with the flowers. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, Charlie,” you said. He followed you into your apartment and into the kitchen where you searched the cupboards for a vase.

“Roast chicken with fennel?” He asked after a moment. You looked up to see him peering into the simmering saucepan on the hob.

“Yeah,” you admitted as you filled the base. “I hope it turned out well.”

“My dad always used to add leek,” he advised, “for texture and flavour.”

“Oh?” You did your best to sound interested, pulling out two plates and two glasses. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Domaine aux Moines Savennieres from Roche aux Moines from late ‘90s or early '00s is my perfect pairing for roast chicken,” he told you as he moved on to peer into your oven. “Roast chicken always has very deep and complex flavors, and I look for savory characteristics in a wine to go with it.”

You stared at him for a moment. “I don’t have any of… that.”

He shrugged. “It can’t be helped- any Pinot Noir?”

You knocked on Lin’s door after Charlie had left. Charlie, you found out, was critical of diets and foods even outside of work. To make it worse, he was a dick about it without realizing.

When he’d unintentionally insulted your dessert- a recipe from your mother- you had decided you had had enough.

There were no plans for a third date, and you had hoped to bitch about it to Lin. But, standing outside his apartment, you realized he was either asleep or out. You headed back to your apartment.

To: Lin

You out?

You tried to sound casual, hoping the door would open in a moment to reveal Lin. But it didn’t.

Feeling lonely, you washed up the dishes, boxed the leftovers, and got ready for bed. You knew you couldn’t expect Lin to always be there- he had his own life, after all. 

It was just that your life and his life had started to feel like the same thing. The absence of his familiar presence on the couch or in your kitchen or reading your books left you feeling lopsided, as if half of you had gone missing.

From: Lin

On a date- you alright?

You swallowed your pride and replied.

To: Lin

Yh. See you tomorrow.

Love At First Sight- Kol x Reader

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Hi, so this is a short story which, if you want/ like it, is going to have at least 3 parts.

I hope you like it :)

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Enjoy :)

BTW: The Hybrid Part 8 should be posted tonight or tomorrow.

Originally posted by just-tvd-things

Get That Smile Off Your Face

You had met Kol Mikaelson at a ball.

You had been invited along with your sister, Caroline, for a reason you ignored. Maybe they just wanted to be polite. Your sister wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her little sister being in the same room as the Original family of vampires, but she couldn’t stop you from going.

You had entered the beautiful mansion with her and she was quickly taken away by Klaus Mikaelson. You knew that your sister wasn’t as annoyed as she let everyone believe. You walked alone in the room where you spotted Matt Donovan with Rebekah Mikaelson, that you had met at school. Then, you saw Elena with both Stefan and Damon at her sides. They looked like they were arguing.

“(Y/N) Forbes,” you heard someone say behind you and you quickly turned around to someone you had never seen before. He was a young and handsome man who was smiling at you which made you blush. “I’m glad you came,” he said as he kissed the top of your hand which made you blush harder. “I’m Kol Mikaelson,” he introduced himself. “You look beautiful,” he looked you up and down.

“Thank you,” you looked down at the floor. “It’s a beautiful dress,” you thanked him and he nodded. You could only guess he was the one who had invited you. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Have we met before?” you asked.

“No,” he said. “But I’ve heard of you. My brother is quite fond of your sister and yesterday I was visiting town and I saw you in the park, my brothers told me who you were. I had to meet you,” he explained and you couldn’t believe what he was telling you.

“You did?” you could only say. You didn’t understand what he found so interesting about you.

He grinned. “Yes,” he nodded.

You saw your sister at the other end of the room, looking at you. She was with Klaus so you couldn’t tell if her annoyed look meant she was fed up with the hybrid or if she was suspicious of what the Original vampire wanted with you.

The guests were gathering in the ball room and Kol held his hand out to you.

“No,” you told him and he smiled.

“Please, I’ll lead,” he said and you looked at his hand before you looked up at him. He looked you in the eyes and you couldn’t say no to those eyes. You sighed and placed your hand in his and he grinned before he took you to the ball room.

Your sister gave you a look that silently told you that she disapproved but you couldn’t take her seriously as she was dancing with Klaus.

“You’re a good dancer,” Kol told you. You looked up and quickly looked back down so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t see him grin, proud of the effect he had on you.

After the dance, he brought you a glass of champagne.

“Thanks,” you shyly said.

“So your sister is a vampire,” he said and you lost your smile and looked up at him. “How did you find out?” he asked.

You sighed. “Klaus tried to kill me,” you told him.

“He did?” he asked, surprised. “He forgot that part of the story,” he looked angry. You looked down. Klaus kidnapping you and threatening to kill you wasn’t a good memory.

“He apologized,” you shrugged and he laughed.

“My brother doesn’t apologize,” he said.

You smiled at him, amused. “He never apologized to you?” you asked. They were brothers, brothers apologize to each other.

“Never,” he shook his head and you frowned.

“Care said he…”daggered” you, whatever that means, and that you were dead for like a century,” you said and he nodded. “And he didn’t apologize for that?” you were almost outraged.

He chuckled, amused. “Never,” he repeated.

You looked at him for a minute but he didn’t say anything more.

“Well, I’m sure he’s sorry,” you told him and he smiled.

“It’s nice to see there are nice people like you in this town,” he said and you shyly smiled. “My family and I are going to stay around for a while. It’ll be nice to have a friend.”

You were about to answer when you were interrupted by Esther, his mother. She was on the top of the stairs and she had a glass of pink champagne in her hand.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiters are coming round with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I’d like to thank you all to be part of this spectacular evening. Cheers.”

Kol took your empty glass from you and put in down on a platter before he took two glasses of pink champagne and handed one to you. For some reason, the alcohol in his glass was redder than yours but you didn’t really pay attention to that.

“Come,” he said and you followed him outside.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Just here,” he shrugged. He had his hands in the pockets of his jackets. You walked in the garden in silence. “I’m glad you liked the dress,” he said.

“I do,” you told him. “Thank you,” you were obviously out of things to say.

He saw you shiver and he removed his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. You smiled and looked down at your feet before you looked up at him. He was grinning.

“Get that smile off your face,” you told him and he chuckled and looked down.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you smiled and he smiled back and looked down again. He looked a little shy which you didn’t understand.

“(Y/N)!” you turned to see your sister with a disapproving look on her face. You frowned and sighed and turned back to Kol.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you say.

“That’s okay,” he said as he took one step towards you. He put his hands around your waist and you looked up at him and you put your hands over his forearms. His gaze landed on your lips and you watched his face getting close to yours. You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours.

It was a sweet but quick kiss. He grinned at you and you shyly smiled, you were pretty sure you were blushing. You were blushing hard.

“Get that smile off your face,” you repeated and he laughed.

“You should go,” he said and you sighed.

“Bye,” you smiled at him and he smiled back before you turned around and started walking to your sister. She didn’t look happy but you didn’t care. You turned once more to shyly wave at Kol once more before you followed your sister to her car and back home.

When you got into your room you noticed you still had his jacket. You smiled, thinking back to the kiss. You undressed and took a shower before you got into bed and fell asleep, still smiling.

When I met Arthur Miller the first time, it was on a set, and I was crying. I was playing in a picture called As Young As You Feel, and he and Elia Kazan came over to me. I was crying because a friend of mine had died. I was introduced to Arthur. That was in 1951. Everything was pretty bleary for me at that time. Then I didn’t see him for about four years. We would correspond, and he sent me a list of books to read. I used to think that maybe he might see me in a movie- there often used to be two pictures playing at a time, and I thought I might be in the other movie and he’d see me. So I wanted to do my best. I don’t know how to say it, but I was in love with him from the first moment. I’ll never forget that one day he said I should act on the stage and how the people standing around laughed. But he said, “No, I’m very serious.” And the way he said that, I could see he was a sensitive person, too. It’s difficult to describe, but it’s the most important thing. - Marilyn Monroe

Lie To Make Me Like You


“Phil Lester.” Dan supplied. “He’s my plus one.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow, eyes darting between the two of them suggestively. “Oh? How long have you two been together?”

Dan blanched. “Sorry, we’re not…actually–”

“A little over seven years, isn’t it Dan?” his mum piped up cheerfully. “I remember the first time you stayed over at Phil’s. You still haven’t stopped talking about him.”

“Maybe the next Howell wedding will be yours,” Mae teased, flicking the end of his tie.

Dan shot a look towards Phil, panic rising. Enough awkward socializing had made them fairly fluent in speaking through eye contact and minute gestures, and as their eyes met Phil smiled lightly as if to say ‘I’m okay with it if you are.’ Dan, being the incompetent, horribly introverted idiot he was, latched onto the idea and ran with it.“Yeah,” he said, laughing in a way that he hopes comes off more as fond and less what the fuck did I just get myself into. “Maybe.”

Notes: This was written for alittledizzy as part of Fandom Trumps Hate using the following prompt:

-Someone assuming Dan and Phil are a couple who doesn’t recognize them and Dan and Phil letting them assume that and enjoying being able to act like a couple.

I had a lot of fun writing this and getting to work with you; thank you so much for bidding on my writing and I really hope you enjoy it :))

Word Count: 2302

    For the most part Dan tried to keep his personal and business lives separate. He wasn’t very close with most of his family, and enough encounters with viewers who didn’t quite grasp the concept of boundaries only served to reinforce this decision. Aside from his immediate family he rarely saw the rest of the Howell Clan, and so it was a bit of a surprise to receive an invitation to his cousin Mae and Charlie’s wedding.

    He vaguely remembered Mae–a precocious eight year old with a habit of pulling his hair, and the smiling woman on the front of the card bore a passing resemblance. To be perfectly honest he’d forgotten she existed; he didn’t think they’d spoken since they were children and he’d never heard of Charlie. His mum had wanted him to go, though, so naturally he’d forced Phil to come and suffer with him. While Phil might have had reservations about taking Dan to the Lester family gatherings, he had no such qualms about taking him to the Howells.

    His parents loved Phil, and even Adrian had a grudging respect for the man. Besides, Phil was better at tying ties, remembering general wedding etiquette, and covering Dan’s social ineptitude so there was that, too. The wedding ceremony had been quite long, but the food had more than made up for it. Dan had finished dinner feeling so full he felt a little like throwing up, but based on the heaping pile of food on Phil’s plate it didn’t look like the feeling was mutual.

   “It looks like you took half the dessert table,” he noted, taking a bite of the cake–some sort of lemon with vanilla frosting.

   Phil made a satisfied noise, popping another biscuit in his mouth. “It’s not my fault, I’m a growing boy.”

   “You’re pushing thirty.”

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Meeting His Family

summary: you meet shawn’s family for the first time.

You fixed your hair in your hall mirror as you waited for the doorbell to ring. You were having dinner at your boyfriend’s house for the first time since you started dating, which was nearly two months ago. “Calm down, you’ll be fine. He’s a sweetheart and I’m sure his family is, too.” Your older sister waved off your nerves. Shawn had met your family two weeks ago, at your little brother’s birthday party.

“I can’t help it!” You pulled your cardigan around you more, maybe you should change. You were about to go put on a different shirt when the doorbell rang, and your older sister opened the door.

Shawn smield at you, holding out his hand. “You look beautiful.” He complimented you, and you blushed.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mendes.” You chided, climbing into his car. It was about a fifteen-minute drive to his house, which meant it was fifteen minutes for you to freak out.

Shawn, who seemed to sense your nerves, laid a hand on your leg. “Calm down, babe. My parents are gonna love you!” He smiled, glancing over at you. “And I told my sister all-“

“I’m meeting Aaliyah, too!?” You asked, panicking.

“Hey, stop panicking. You’re freaking out over nothing, it’ll go so smooth.” Shawn pulled into his driveway, and looked at you. “And besides, I don’t care if they don’t like you, I do, and that’s what matters.” He got out of the car and raced over to open your door, as well.

Walking up to his front door, you took a deep breath, and sqeezed Shawn’s hand. He smiled at you and opened the door, letting you two inside. “Mom?” He asked, closing the door behind him.

“In the kitchen, sweetie!” Karen called, and your nerves skyrocketed. Shawn lead you into the kitchen, and you saw his mother and sister, who were both working on getting the meal ready. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N!” Karen smiled, walking over and hugging you.

“You too, Mrs. M-”

“Call me Karen, sweetie!” She smiled, going back over to the pasta she was making.

Shawn nodded to his sister. “This is Aaliyah. Aaliyah, meet Y/N.” Shawn smiled. “Don’t scare her off.” He joked, and left you alone, as he went to find his father.

You scratched your arm, and felt awkward in the kitchen. “Do you wanna help me set the table?” Aaliyah asked, handing you some dishes.

“Uh, sure.” You smiled, following her into the dining room.

During the meal, you and Aaliyah were talking to each other almost constantly. Shawn’s father, Manny, had talked to you about school for a little, but he was drawn away from you and into a conversation with his son about sports.

You smiled as Aaliyah talked about how thankful she was that you and her brother started dating, as there was another girl in the house. “Hey! What about when you have your little slumber parties and I’m stuck playing games with six girls?” Shawn asked, feeling offended.

After eating, you followed Shawn out to the backyard, and you both sat on the ground, next to his pool. “You did it, you met my insane family.” Shawn spoke, picking at the grass.

“Please, if anyone’s family is insane, it’s mine.” You thought back to when Shawn met your family, and Shawn agreed.

He looked at you, and smiled. “You happy that my family likes you?” He asked, laying back.

“Yeah, but I’m happier that you like me.” You followed his actions, and curled into his side to watch the stars.

Shawn wrapped his arm around you, and the two of you spent a bit of time watching the night sky, before Shawn had to take you back home, but you made a promise to Aaliyah that you’d be back soon.

a/n: if i could rearrange the alphabet i’d put u and i together <3 

anonymous asked:

this is 3 questions but they've all been on my mind and so I was wondering if you could answer them. 1) do you think they had skype sex before they met? 2) when do you think they actually had sex for the first time? (personally I think they fooled around but only went all the way in december w the uma thurman tweet) and 3) do you think dan was a virgin? (maybe a lil invasive but I'm always boggled when people portray dan as a virgin in 2009 fic like... he was in a relationship for 3 years lol)

1) i think that they may have teased each other on skype before meeting because like,, they both seemed sort of thirsty. but i dont think any like obvious skype sex. i think even tho phil was a lot more flirty he wouldn’t play with dan’s feelings like that by continuing to complain about being single. even if they were like hah no strings amirite it would still hurt if phil kept acting that way. not only that but im pretty sure dan didn’t break up with his long term gf until like a few weeks before meeting phil. so i doubt anything went too far before meeting

2) i think you’re probably right with the uma thurman thing because dan would have tweeted earlier about it. the poster had been there

3) no he wasn’t a virgin (even tho thats just a concept and a stupid one at that). he had a gf and was a horny teenager. like,, why would anyone think he would be. he may not have been with a guy tho (but i’m guessing he maybe was with one before phil considering it seems like at least a few guys at school hit on him ie the guy that was like whats up gaylord wanna make out). 

Kneazle Incident || Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Oooh we’re both Hufflepuff and Pukwudgie! 🙌🏼😁 haha hey, I was wondering if you don’t mind that maybe you could write about the first time the reader and Newt met?


You were busy practically running down the street, trying to get home in order to care for you Kneazle, who had been left home for a large portion of the day. As you were making your way towards your apartment, you suddenly bumped into a man, well more like ran straight into his chest and made you both fall. He caught you before you could hit the ground, however your box of food for your Kneazle hit the ground, making a large noise. You hurried to pick it up, struggling with the weight at first before managing.
“I am so sorry about that sir, I didn’t mean to run into you I was just on my way to get back to my Kneazle-” you started saying, flushed in the face.
“Kneazle?” The man questioned, looking at you curiously.
“Oh.. yeah that’s my cats name.. I had to go across town and grab some specific food for her, she prefers name brands..” you stated, not making up the last part. However the man leaned in a bit closer.
“No need to w-worry, I’m a w-wizard too.” He spoke, his British accent catching your attention.
“Oh thank goodness, I got worried there for a second.” You let out a sigh of relief before setting the food box down, holding out a hand.
“My name is Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You gave him a small smile once he took your hand.
“It’s nice to m-newt you Y/N, my n-name is N-Newt Scamander.” His stutter made you more interested in him and you gave him a bigger smile once he said his name.
“S-so can I carry t-that for you? It s-seems pretty heavy..” he asked, glancing at you before looking away.
“It is rather heavy, but I don’t want to make you do it, you really don’t have to if you don’t want.” You started rambling at the last bit before stopping.
“No no, I’d like to carry it for you, plus I’d also maybe like to meet this Kneazle of yours?” He replied, asking the question as he picked up the box much easier than you.
“Of course, I’m sure she’ll like you, I just have to tell her to be nice.” You gave a soft chuckle before gesturing for him to follow and you two walked side by side towards your apartment.
“You know I actually s-study magical creatures.” Newt casually said, his own smile appearing as though just the thought of creatures was enough happiness.
“Oh really? That’s super cool, maybe you can teach me about them sometime.” You grinned at him over your shoulder before finally reaching your building.
“I’d like that, we could m-meet up.. tomorrow at the p-park?” Newt questioned, looking at you before glancing back to the ground.
“Sounds like a plan! Now time to introduce you to the menace of the house, Keela.” You giggled while opening the door, both of you met with a light colored cat that looked as though it was frowning at you for being late.

“I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’d been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since I met you, you’ve never left. ”

Percy realized he was thinking of Nico alot when he was eating his mom’s cake and the first thing to come up in his mind was how Nico loves it. He blushed while analyzing the last days when the son of hades would aleatory pop up in his thoughts and for some reason he couldn’t stop it, every little thing would remind him of Nico di Angelo.

He began to wonder how long he had been on his mind. Maybe after Nico had told him about his feelings. Yeah, it certainly made Percy think about him. But he can also remember of doing it before that.

He can remember all the times he was thinking about Nico, about the words he said before leaving with Reyna and the Athena Parthenos and wondering if he was doing okay. He can remember of how much he thought about Nico in the Tartarus, about how brave that boy was and about how much he wanted to say “sorry” and “thank you”.

He also can remember thinking about him before that, when Nico was kidnaped, when they were in New Rome… And damn, so much before that, when he was bitter and constantily thinking about what Nico had done to him. And before, when Nico told his plan to him or when he leaft to look for clues about his family and Percy would wonder if he was okay or if he had found something.

He remember the time when he did it more intensely. After Bianca when Nico ran away, Percy was so worried, he couldn’t stop thinking of him. And before Bianca, when Percy was thinking about that annoying little boy so passioned about his card game and about his sister and how devastaded he must have felt when she left him.

That’s when realization hit Percy like a train. It may have been accompanied by different feelings over the years, but the truth is that he could not tell at what point he started to have Nico on his mind because from the moment Percy met him, he have never left.


Scenario: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger at a bar turns your life around in more ways than you could’ve imagined. A man with a dark past was always a dangerous thing. Jungkook!Fighter AU
A/N: I was debating on whether or not I wanted to post this, but I figured I would. Maybe someone else out there might enjoy this too. Please send me a case of holy water for this shit I wrote.
Genre: Jungkook x Reader
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Smut

The first night you’d met, you didn’t know what to think of him.

Jeon Jungkook was rough edges and feral. When he’d walked into the bar everyone, literally everyone, had stopped to watch his entrance. Captivated by the presence that left a promise of violence if anyone invaded his space without warrant. He was an electrical current that made the lonesome women in the bar swim to him; begging for him to be their shore.

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Seth Clearwater Request

Could you please do am imagine where Seth finds out that you are pregnant with his baby, and even when they are still that young he imprinted on her! Please! And maybe the pack and Bella, and Edward!! Please!!

AN: I totally got carried away and forgot about adding in Bella and Edward and the pack! AHHHH soooo sorry!!!!

The day you met Seth was one the first day of kindergarten. You two were both put into the same class; he came over and helped hang your coat up in your cubby and ever since that moment you two were inseparable. You both started dating when you were in 8th grade and have been going strong for 6 years.

You had heard the myths of the tribe before but they were just nothing more than myths. At least that’s what you thought until Seth told you what he was and what the group of boys you had grown up around were. You remember when Seth caught “mono,” something you didn’t believe because if he hadn’t then why didn’t you. He came to your door after almost a week of not hearing anything from him and told you that he needed to speak to you. You thought for sure he was going to end it. When he told you he was a werewolf you were oddly relieved.

You noticed the way he looked at you that day, still loving but somehow different than before. A month later he told you that he had imprinted on you, something that he didn’t really understand himself until the pack fully explained it to him. Now, almost 4 years after, you two were still in love and going strong.

You woke up like any other morning. The bed was cold next to you since Seth had been out on patrol all night. You climbed out of bed and walked to your small kitchen to make yourself some coffee and get breakfast ready for when Seth got home.

You two lived in a smaller house on the outside of the forest. It was a cozy size but was big enough that it allowed for you host the guys over for pack dinners every once in awhile or let a couple of them crash in the guest room when they were two tired after a patrol to go home.

You were halfway to the kitchen when you felt your stomach lurch forward. You ran to the kitchen sink and barely made it before whatever remained of last night’s dinner was thrown from your stomach into the sink. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t hear the door close. You felt Seth’s hand grab you hair and pull it away from your face. When you were done he grabbed a hand towel from nearby and cleaned up your face. “Babe, what’s going on,” he nervously spoke as he placed a hand on your forehead. “You don’t feel warm. Do you feel ok? Do you need a Dr? I can call Car-”

“Seth,” you stopped him, “you’re giving me a headache.” You placed a hand on your stomach. “I felt fine…I feel fine. It just hit me all of the sudden.”

“Well, why don’t you go lay back down. I’ll make you something light to eat.”

“You were out all night; you should be lying down and I can make you breakfast,” you retorted.

“Y/N, get your butt back in bed. I’m not tired. Just let me take care out you,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you back into your shared room. He helped you lay down and tucked you back in before heading to the kitchen. Minutes later he came in with two pieces of toast and some water. He handed you your food and laid down next to you. You spoke with him about how his rounds went last night and about the latest pack shenanigans and when you were done eating he pulled you into his side so you were snuggling with him. “Let’s just do this today,” he said as he played with some of your hair. “Let’s just stay in bed and watch movies all day.”

“That sounds like a plan to me.”

You woke up the next day before him and found yourself in front of the toilet moments later. “I must be getting sick,” you thought to yourself. You walked to your bathroom counter and started looking for medicine that would help calm down your stomach. While you were looking something caught your attention.

You pulled the Kotex box from the cabinet and thought back to last month…then the month before that. You realised you were almost 6 weeks later. “Shoot…” You krept from the bathroom to the front door. You wrote a quick note for Seth, grabbed your coat, and left. You couldn’t really be pregnant right? You and Seth were just 20 years old! You weren’t even married yet!

Not 45 minutes later you were pulling back into the driveway with a box of test sitting in your passenger seat. You stuffed the box into your coat pocket and took a deep breath before going back into your house.

Luckily, you saw, Seth was still sound asleep. You snuck back into the bathroom and locked the door. You did what you had to do and sat all three tests out on the bathroom counter. You were just halfway through the 10 minute wait when you heard Seth knock on the door. “Y/N, babe, are you ok in here? You’re not getting sick again are you?”

“No,” you mustered up your voice, “I’m getting ready to take a bath,” you lied.

“I have to pee can I come in real quick?”

“Ugh…” you had to think quickly. “Just…ugh…give me a minute.”

He could tell by your voice something was up. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you cried out.

“Y/N,” he was getting really concerned that there was something wrong with you. “I will break this door down you know I will,” he jiggled the handle quickly.

“Just one minute,” you demanded. He wasn’t giving up on the door handle. You walked over, tests in hand, and opened the door.

Seth stood wide eyed on the other side looking you up and down to make sure you were ok. “What’s goin-?” He stopped asking when he saw what was in you hand and the little plus sign that was on each one. “Oh my gosh,” he said face blank. His face shifted into one of the biggest smiled you had ever seen, “Oh my gosh!” He picked you up and spun you around.

“We’re having a baby?!”

You couldn’t help but smile with him. “Aren’t you scared,” you asked as he sat you down. “We’re 20 with low paying jobs and a snug house.”

“Yeah, all that’s true,” he admitted. “But we’re in love. And this baby will only complete our family. Wait right here,” he ran out to his car and came back with his hands behind his back. “I was trying to think of when I wanted to give this to you; I think now seems as good a time as any.” You were confused until he produced a small box from his back and lowered himself onto one knee. “Y/N.”

“Yes!” You jumped on him before he could even ask. “A million times yes.”

He laughed his sweet laugh and put the ring on your finger. He was still kneeling as he brought his face close to your stomach, “I can’t wait to meet you.”

reasons i ship Jane/Peter Pan:

  • she punched him the first time they met (it was an accident)
  • she wasn’t afraid to call him out on his shit, and did so often
  • they literally flew over and through a rainbow that’s the cutest thing ever
  • Peter was humbled because of her and actually grew to be a better and kinder person
  • she learned to let loose and be a kid again thanks to him
  • he was talking about how all girls he’s met have had crushes and him and she’s like ‘or maybe you’re just full of hot air’ and he literally fell out of the air and then he looked at her with this really cute admiring look on his face with his
  • they both made efforts to meet each other halfway
  • they have the cutest fucking interactions okay they’re fucking adorable
  • he saved her from the pirates at the beginning, and she saved him (and the Lost Boys) from Hook at the end
  • she has a Peter Pan plushie ok that’s adorable
  • he genuinely liked her as a friend and not just someone to be his mom (like that plot point was dropped immediately after it was mentioned and it was never brought up again)
  • they became better people thanks to each other
  • it’s just really cute ok

please watch Return to Neverland it’s the cutest you won’t regret it

I Owe You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a little peek to the day, when you first met Bucky at your favorite café.

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Thunder, Bucky being quite a charmer

A/N: It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything new, and this is basically just full of flirting and fluff, but oh well, I hope you like it lol x

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

When you ask someone the question about their favorite things, the list usually consists of hot summer days, ice-cream, Christmas – maybe even puppies or a cup of hot coffee. But for you, it had always been thunderstorms. You didn’t exactly know what it was, but ever since you were a child, you had found something so relaxing from the sound of the heavy water drops hitting the windows; something so beautiful from the lightning, and powerful from the voice of the thunder, breaking the noise of the chaotic New York.

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