no really i swear to god i will marry this man someday

You can speak Spanish? // Jeff Atkins

Warning: fluff, like soooo much fluff

A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault

The sun was shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around, snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso, while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew you were awake. “Morning, papi chulo.” He groaned at the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.” He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone. “You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. “Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said, after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)” You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips, while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.” He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t understand them.” He whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest, biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over kissing your collarbone. “Entonces bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder blade. “Podría acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día?  (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Te amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled kissing your lips softly. “Yo también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck. “God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are the cheesy one. Pero te quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said and you smiled at his words.

You laughed and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes, now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?” You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.” Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway, suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs. Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.” Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.

After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their weekend. “Deténgase, por favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its place. “Y/N, podrías traerme una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?” Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo. (I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled, placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room. Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it, you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips. “That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when you speak Spanish.

Robb Imagine...

IMAGINE….being self conscious and Robb comforts you!

((Cause when you can’t decide whom to write for, you (well I) can’t go wrong with Robbie Stark! To the anon who requested it ALL those months ago, I hope you like it!))

Word Count;: 1,633

Warning: None. That i know of.

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Passione (Bruno's) gang seeing their crush in a wedding dress.

[ Ok cos this is crush not S/O ill keep the marriage altar options out HAHA feel free to send an ask if u want to see me write that one I also throwed Trish and Fugo in cos idk do you guys count them as fully part of the gang whatever i have time im going to wrITE THEM. Its overall not too long for each character cos i wrote for all of them apologies]

- I doubt this proud Capo would shed a tear but regardless it would definitely stun him. He’d think he was prepared to see you [I mean it’s just a dress how different will it be.] But he wasn’t prepared when you walked out of the room.
- He’d have to pause for a moment and walk up to you to take a good look at your face before he agrees that he isn’t dreaming and relax.
- If you two are alone he’d start letting the flatter stream in, telling you how angelic you looking in such an extravagant dress and how gorgeous he thinks you are.
- He might even offering to take your hand to give you a spin in the glorious gown, making sure he can soak in how good you look in all of it, the way the cloth hugs your body and how his wish so badly he’d get to marry you someday.
- If there are others around he’d surely be much more calm about it, the lightest blush covering his cheeks yet no one would comment anything and his actions wouldn’t be much different. However shooting the other members a look of disapproval if Mista they give any inappropriate comments about the way you look.

- Mista wouldn’t be anywhere near remotely subtle about it, he’d immediately walk up to you with the brightest blush on his face and drown you in flattery.
- Sure as hell expect him to throw in cheesy pickup lines asking you if you’d wear that for him someday too or about how he’d never thought you’d look so good in white, and how you’d look better naked. In which then Bruno or Abba would have shot him a look and lightly punched him.
- Opposite of Bucci though, if others are in his presence he’d be loud about his affection but if its just the two of you he’d shy away over too, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. Giving you side glances as he blushes and compliments you.
- Sex Pistols would definitely want to have a say in this, alone or not they’d pop up and start hovering around you, sitting on your shoulders or clinging onto your hair and smushing your cheeks they can’t get enough on how cute you look.
- In which now Mista would be furiously apologising for their behaviour or he himself commenting about how he wish that was him, and how it was unfair that his stand could get so close to a goddess like you but he wasn’t allowed to.

- Abba would not make eye contact with you at all, averting his eyes to look at everyone but you’d he’d still tell you that you looked good. Maybe casually say something like good luck on this mission or something along those lines.
- Deep inside thought his cold heart is racing, his head only forming images of you standing at the altar with him and this man cannot handle it.
- Abba being Abba would also mentally note the exact time and day where this happens and you’re sure as hell when he’s alone in the mansion he’d replay this moment with Moody Blues as he smiles to himself without anyone noticing. You’ve enthralled this poor man.
- If its just the two of you he’d let his hands cup your face, his fingers trail over your cheeks before adjusting your hair and just looking at you with a full blown melancholic look on his face. He’d would have internally swore to do all he can to see this waiting for him at the altar someday. It’s now his new personal goal.
- If its with the rest of the gang around he wouldn’t even stand near you, probably sitting on the couch and taking in your full beauty from there, and when the other members ask him if he thinks you’d look good he’d just shrug and say something like “ Yeah whatever of course she’d look good.” while his own face heats up.

- Within seconds of seeing you, regardless alone or not, he’d already have used Gold Experience to form a rose to give you, or even helping put it into your hair.
- You look Amazing, and the poor Don doesn’t know what to say, deep inside he’s thanking his ancestors already for giving him a chance to see you in a wedding dress before he even got to confess to you.
- Giorno being the suave boss that he is would shoot you a soft smile and give you some nice compliments about how elegant you look.
- If theres other people around he’d [not so] subtly do it instead maybe saying stuff like how even with Gold Experience he’s never seen any being so beautiful before and giving you such a warm smile you yourself feel the shivers go down your spine. It was a rare sight after all to see your boss so happy with you.
- Giorno might also dismiss the other members in the room to give the two of you some time alone instead as he just wants to remember such a precious moment with only the two of you and no other distractions. Maybe even using such a time to hint his affection towards you.
- He’d internally swear to protect you forever, telling himself he’d make sure he marries you someday. You were the most beautiful thing to exist in his dark world of the Mafia anyway. He would make sure you never get tainted again.

- She’d definitely first comment about the state of the dress, asking you a flurry of questions about the material, brand, design. All of course to cover her embarrassment.
- You look stunning and she hates it, how could you look so much better than her! She’d soon enough demand to get to try on the dress too just to see if you’d be as flustered as her when you see her in it.
- Trish wouldn’t flat out say it but she’d definitely leave a comment or two about how good you look in it, and the slight passive aggressiveness on how good you look. “ Dammit your figure is too slim for such a dress! Let me wear it instead!”
- If there are other members around she’d try to act more nonchalant about it, trying not to let anyone notice her gawking at you, especially making sure You of all people don’t notice.
- However if it’s just the two of you Trish herself would be nicer about it, telling you how good you look and maybe offering to style your hair for you or do your makeup. She herself wants to see you fully dolled up anyway, she knows you’d be stunning.

- Like the excited child that he is Narancia would just gawk at you, be it if its just the two of you or everyone else is watching, the poor boy would just stare with his mouth open and blush rising to cover his face.
-  With some nudges from the other members he’d eventually close his mouth before taking a deep breath and letting out the loudest “ Wow.” All he wants now is to let you know just how much he loves you
-  His hands are covering his face now as he lets out a flustered blur of compliments all full of stutters as Aerosmith flies around him now to try and cool him down. The other members are laughing at the sight and so are you and the poor child is really overheating in embarrassment.
- If its just the two of you. Its worse. He’s trying his best to act as cool as he can and giving you the weirdest compliments like how “ I like you as much as I like orange juice.” and giving a awkward wink and shaky laugh.
-  And if you were to comment on how cute this scene was, teasing him, he’d totally lose it and blurt out something like how much he likes you and regret it right after.
-  Its the cutest sight and if you didn’t like him before. You sure as hell do now.

- Fugo would just looked shocked for a good few seconds before regaining his usual composure however with a bright blush covering his face. Nothing else about him will change, snide remarks would still leave his mouth but everyone would notice how much more embarrassed he seems.
-  If the other members tease him about it he’ll go full defensive mode asking them to shut up and threatening them while constantly making eye contact with you. If you were to laugh at his cute ordeal, his face would just get even reader.
- If its just the two of you alone and you make a comment about how flustered he looks he’d quickly brush it off, scolding you a little before admitting in an accidental outburst to “ Stop fucking around I’m embarrassed enough!” and regretting it right after.
- Of course like everyone else he’d be imagining you walking down the aisle to him in that dress and god bless Fugo might start tearing up a little, he’s just thinking about just how much he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you especially with his stand and job being so ugly.
- Fugo would still be trying to soak it all up and memorise your beauty for this, and after seeing this, might secretly beg Giorno to let him help you out on this mission instead in full overprotective mode. He doesn’t want you to get hurt at all after seeing such a blessed sight like this one.

A Fleeting Shadow (post HTTYD 2)

Months had passed since Drago’s devastating attack on Berk.

The village, thanks to rather enormous efforts from both Vikings and dragons, was now finally completely repaired, and stood proud and sturdy against the unyielding force of the Northern winter winds that blew as strong as ever.

The repairs being over enabled Hiccup to spend some more time helping Gobber in the forge – something he’d been more or less forced to forgo for a while in the face of much more urgent matters.

Sweat trickled down the young Chief’s brow as he hammered away on an unfinished sword, trying to work as efficiently and as fast as humanly possible. In spite of an underlying, relentless fatigue that made his bones feel heavier than they really were, Hiccup found a sense of peace in the work he was currently engaged in. Whilst it was true that blacksmithing certainly required all his attention lest he wanted to lose another limb, it also allowed him to escape from all other worries that weighed on his mind. Each precise pound of his hammer against the scalding blade before him reverberated in his spirit as if it were his own negative thoughts he was trying to mold into something useful and sharp.

The sun was about to descend into the sea when a particular squawk reached Hiccup’s ears, cutting sharply through his mental fog, and he looked up just in time to see Astrid basically stomp towards the workshop – not unlike Stormfly, actually, and the comparison amused him – whilst muttering what he could only assume were all sorts of swear words he’d rather not repeat out loud.

The young man quickly dumped the sword into the nearby bucket of water, making the metal hiss angrily. Once the blade was cool enough, he retrieved it and carefully placed it alongside the other items he’d managed to take care of that day. After having cleaned his hands and removed his apron, Hiccup made his way to the counter of the workshop to greet his betrothed before she went on a rampage.

“Astrid! What brings you here tonight?”

Apparently, if only for the way her axe hurled through the air and came lodging itself into the wooden beam beside him, the young blonde woman did not deem his welcoming posture and voice sufficient enough for her to calm down.

“Remind me again why I agreed to marry you!” She all but growled, jabbing her pointer finger on his chest for emphasis.

Hiccup chuckled, feeling more amused than annoyed. “And a good evening to you, too, my fair lady!”

“Answer my question, Haddock!”

“Well, technically, it was more of an order than an actual question but –


“Okay, okay!!” Retorted Hiccup, showing both of his palms in a gesture of appeasement. “We agreed to get married because we love each other.”

Just like that, Astrid let out a huge sigh and all the fight in her seemed to leave her body instantly. Turning round, she leaned against the wall of the shop and let herself slide down until she could sit on the grass and draw her knees against her chest.

Hiccup felt like his guts were being drenched with icy water as irrational panic made his heart came to a short stop. She couldn’t have changed her mind, now, could she? He cautiously sat beside her and lightly caressed her arm with all the tenderness he could muster before he spoke again, fear tainting his voice.

“Unless, you know, you don’t…feel that way anymore?”

Astrid’s body recoiled at the idea, as if she’d been struck in the gut, and a look of utter disbelief quickly passed over her face.

“What?!? No, of course not! I love you! Why would you think that I-

The pointed look Hiccup was giving her made her stop in her tracks and she quickly backpedaled, choosing instead to lace her fingers through his in a gesture of comfort and reassurance. Leaning over to his side, she kissed him gently, several times, mumbling soft apologies against his lips and to say he was utterly confused would have been the understatement of the year.

“I don’t understand,” was all the young Chief of Berk could tell his fiancée when she parted her mouth from his own.

She sighed again, more for herself it seemed, but nodded her comprehension.
“It’s because of my Dad.”

The thought of Arvarodd Hofferson getting on his daughter’s nerves seemed so strange to Hiccup that he couldn’t prevent his eyebrows from shooting upwards in astonishment. If anything, Astrid and Arvarodd were very close and the latter had only ever displayed obvious pride for the former.

“What about him?”

“He’s being…over-enthusiastic about us.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Hiccup! He’s constantly bragging about my mundr, stating how valuable he apparently always knew I would be! As if I were no more than a freaking yak!”

The young man smiled, amused again, and affectionately pecked Astrid’s cheek, nuzzling his nose in her hair. “An unbelievably gorgeous-looking yak, if I may say so myself,” was all he could comment upon before she elbowed him in the ribs, making him yelp in pain.

“Ow! What was that for, woman?!”

Gods help him, she actually snorted at that. “Well, what do you think, genius?!”

“Do you even realize I’m your Chief?”

Astrid shook her head tolerantly before cracking a smile, her eyes shining with unhidden affection and mischief. This woman, Hiccup knew, would be the death of him someday.

“Seriously though,” he continued, “Is your mundr the only reason your father is upsetting you?”

Astrid’s eyes narrowed dangerously but she otherwise remained non-violent…for the time being. “Is that not enough?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to understand. Please don’t bite my head off.”



“Sorry. You’re right. And no, it’s not the only reason. Both of my parents, but especially my Dad, have been pestering me about learning how to be a good wife and I just – I snapped, Hiccup. I mean, I don’t mind learning about all that stuff, really, I don’t, but I don’t want to focus on that only either! I’m a warrior first, you know that, right?”

“Of course.”

“Right. So that’s what I told them, and then my Dad had to go and remind me I was going to marry the Chief and that, as such, I needed to set an example for all other women on the island.”



“And then?”

“Nothing. I just grabbed my axe, slammed the door and came to see you. I was so furious, Hiccup.”

The young man could not help but laugh at that last part. “Really? I never noticed.”

Astrid looked down for a second, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Babe. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Hiccup just waved his hand dismissively, indicating she was already forgiven. She smiled in response and cuddled closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder, never letting go of his warm hand. A long moment passed before either of them felt any kind of need for conversation.

Eventually, though, Hiccup lightly squeezed Astrid’s fingers to get her attention.

“What are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean with your Dad.”

The blonde huffed, clearly unimpressed with the question the man she loved was asking her and not necessarily happy at the prospect of having to answer it.

“I don’t know,” was her reply, for she did not want to dwell on that topic for much longer. She’d much rather have returned to their wordless cuddling session.

“I think you should go back to your Dad and explain how you feel and why. Just try to make amends, Astrid.”

“What?!” cried the blonde, her anger visibly returning at full speed.

“You heard me the first time.”

“If I go back right now, we’re only going to end up quarreling some more! So why should I do that?”

Hiccup frowned, displeased, and let go of her hand as he rose to his feet in bitter silence. Never one to back down from a fight, Astrid immediately imitated him before reiterating her question.

“Go on, tell me, Hiccup! Why should I do that?”

The young man contemplated her severely for a second, and she was surprised to realize how much she hated it when he looked at her that way. Finally, his shoulders slumped and he sighed, exhaustion visible in every move he made.

“Time is a fleeting shadow, Astrid. You should make the best of it while you can.”

“What does that even mean?”

The Chief of Berk smiled sadly as one of his hands brushed against his beloved’s cheek before he turned away from her and slowly made his way towards the Great Hall, but not before she could hear his answer, and Astrid honestly never could have anticipated how words so softly spoken could feel like such a slap in the face.

“You have no idea, Milady, how much I would like to still have a Dad I could quarrel with.”

Title: Don’t You Wonder
Pairing: Dan x Phil
Rating: T
Word count: 1,888
Summary: On the rooftop of their flat at midnight, Dan contemplates the reasons why he hasn’t found his significant other. When Phil comes to join in, he’ll discover that maybe his meant to be has been by his side all along. Phan fluff.

This plot bunny hasn’t left my mind for the last few days, so I decided to write it. It’s been a while since I last did some Phan fluff (I’m an angst/humor writer at heart). This started out as an idea that I had to write as a “fiction exercise” for my creative writing college class (best decision I ever made), and when @beforethebraces left me that heartwarming birthday post a couple days ago, I knew that this story had to be written. And if you guys want, I could write a part 2. 😉

Sitting cross-legged dozens of feet high off the concrete ground, Dan tilts his head to gaze up at the obscure sky. The night sky is enveloped by a murky blanket of gleaming stars and a crescent moon illuminating the night. A sudden cool breeze whips across his face, causing him to shiver slightly. It’s a quarter past midnight and he’s at the rooftop of his and Phil’s flat. His black headphones are perched on his straightened mocha curls, Panic at the Disco’s Victorious playing from his iPhone.

He should be editing his next Internet Support Group video or browsing through Tumblr like a normal 20-something-year-old introvert who’s lucky to make his living from making YouTube videos about his complicated, messy life. But it’s these nights when he sits down, in relative silence, outside of his room, reflecting on his existence. It’s not exactly an existential crisis, though there have been a few times when these moments would nearly lead his brain down that path and into the familiar dark vortex.

He’s a deep thinker. He thinks the way most men wouldn’t. He thinks about things that doesn’t worry most people. Tonight, he’s thinking about the fact that he hasn’t been in a proper relationship since his bittersweet breakup with his girlfriend all those years ago. It’s a thought that kept coming back to him over the last several months while he and Phil were on their international tour. At his age, a normal person should be in a relationship, maybe even married and/or expecting their first child. Yet here he is, single as the Haru pillow on his bed, no girlfriend since his uni years. He hasn’t even been on a date since he met Phil.


Dan pauses the music on his phone and yanks off his headphones. He turns his head to find Phil standing several feet behind him.

“Knew I’d find you here.” Phil walks closer to Dan and sits down next to him, mirroring the brunette’s sitting position.


“In your ‘going deep’ mode again?”

“You know me too well.”

Phil smiles. “So what are you thinking about?”

Dan uncrosses his legs, laying his palms flat on the roof’s dirty brick floor. He angles his body slightly to face Phil. “Love.”

Phil raises an eyebrow. Curiosity surfaces in his ocean blue eyes. “Oh?”

Dan takes a deep breath, then unleashes the thoughts that have been swirling in his head for the last half hour. “Phil, I’m not 18 anymore. I’m 25. I should be hopelessly in love by now, or at least going on dates. Look at our friends. They’re either married, in relationships, or at least exploring the single fish in the sea. When I look at their love life, I sometimes wish that my love life is just like theirs. I want to kiss and hold hands and buy flowers and all that other romantic shit that couples do. I want to have a girlfriend so I can tell her ‘I love you’ every day and shower her with cheap but meaningful gifts to show her how much I love her. I put YouTube over my love life as a priority, and now that my life isn’t a total flop, I have the time and effort for a relationship. But my luck is shit as always and now that I actually want to find love, I can’t find it. I’m worried God thinks I’ve sinned too much and he’s punishing me by making me a lonely washed-up hermit. You’re doing well without a love life, but I’m not. I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. When you find your future wife, which I know is gonna happen someday, you’re gonna move out and I’ll be by myself in our flat. I’ll be forever known as the twat that might as well move to Asia to be a monk for the rest of his life.”

Phil listens to Dan’s words with his face contorted in a thoughtful expression. He remains passive throughout Dan’s entire rant, looking as if he wants to interrupt him but biting his tongue so he wouldn’t do so. Once Dan is finished speaking, Phil is quiet for a few seconds before he responds.

“You aren’t alone, Dan,” he whispers. “I’m here.”

“I know you are. But that’s not enough.”

Phil’s expression reveals a hint of sadness. The emotion makes Dan want to slap himself for worrying Phil again with his complaints about how the world influences his life. Sometimes, he wonders how Phil could put with him. Phil deserves a better man to be his best friend. Instead, it’s him, a failure with a measly high school diploma who has nothing to fall back on if his YouTube career ever becomes a train wreck.

“You have your fans. They love you.”

“Not the kind of love that I want.” As much as he loves his fans, being adored by thousands of his dedicated fans can’t fill the void in his heart that longs to find his better half.

Another gust of wind blows across Dan’s face, causing goosebumps to rise on Dan’s bare arms and another shiver to zip through his entire body.

“Are you cold? Hold on, I’ll go back inside and fetch you a jumper.” Phil moves to stand, but by impulse, Dan’s right hand reaches up to grip on Phil’s forearm.

“You don’t need to,” Dan assures Phil.

In the darkness, Dan swears that Phil’s cheeks flushes with a light shade of pink.

“Are you sure? It is a bit chilly.” Phil’s attention drops to Dan’s hand still attached to his arm. Dan follows the direction of Phil’s stare and immediately pulls his hand away as if he was pinched by a crab (which happened to him once, a memory that he tries his best to suppress).

“I’m fine.”

Still flustered, Phil nods and sits back down next to Dan.

“I should be asking you that question,” Dan says, puzzled by Phil’s strange state. It must be the wind, right? It’s the only logical explanation that his mind can come up with.

“I… ummm…” Phil’s fingers fidget on the hem of his blue with white polka-dot t-shirt.

“You should’ve stayed inside,” Dan tells him. “I could’ve told you about my problems in the morning.”

“No, it’s not that.” Phil ceases playing with his fingers. “Do you really think I’m okay with not having a love life?”

“You act like it is.” When girls flirt with Phil in the streets or at public events, he never flirts with them back. Phil told Dan on several occasions that he doesn’t need a relationship to complete his life; he’s content to have his best friends and the support of his fans. And Dan believed Phil’s words, knowing that Phil’s actions supports his reasoning.

“Don’t you wonder why if what I said was a lie?”

Dan looks at Phil in confusion. “Is it a lie?”


Phil’s one-worded answer takes Dan aback. All this time, he believed that he was the only one between the two of them that disliked the single life. Why didn’t Phil say anything? Minutes ago, he was concerned about the things that he vented to Phil. This unexpected revelation changes things, because he feels a little at ease to have his best friend experiencing his dilemma too.

“Dan.” Dan’s breath hitches when he feels Phil’s hand rest atop his. His body goes rigid at the physical contact. His instinct is to pull away, but his mind won’t let him. Deep inside his head, Phil’s warm touch is comforting, as if his best friend’s hand is naturally supposed to be there.

“I don’t have a love life because of you,” he says softly.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re the one that I want to be with.”

He’s not… he’s kidding, isn’t he? He’s not serious.

“I’m in love with you.” Phil’s other hand hesitantly raises to cup the side of Dan’s face, his thumb stroking Dan’s cheek. “I’ve loved you from the moment we met in Manchester seven years ago. You came into my life with a purpose. If I didn’t meet you, I would’ve been a different person. You tell me that it’s me that made your life better, but I think it’s the other way around. You gave me a best friend. You gave me a reason to believe in soulmates, because I believe that you’re mine.”

Dan is speechless. What should he say? He can’t say the three words back. He loves Phil, though he doesn’t know if he’s in love with Phil. He does care about Phil, so much that he would let a zombie bite him over Phil if the zombie apocalypse ever happened. They have diehard shippers of Phan, and he has moments when he thinks about the what-if. What if Phan is real? What if he took a chance to fall for Phil? What if the line between imagination and reality disappeared, where dreams became reality?

“You came into my life with a purpose.”

What if this was the purpose? What if the one that he’s meant to be with is the one sitting next to him, confessing feelings that Dan was never aware that Phil had?

The first 18 years of his life was hell until Phil came into the picture. Once Phil became his best friend, an ethereal glow shined over his depressing heart.

He used to be sad, but now he’s so fucking happy.

“Say something, Dan. You’re scaring me.”

Dan blinks. He peers down at their touching hands.

Maybe this is what love is.

Love is a boy with an innocent smile that cheers him up when he has a bad day.

Love is taking care of each other when the other is sick or injured themselves from a silly accident.

Love is having mutual flaws that adds on to the perfection of their non-perfect lives.

Love is creating a joint Sims avatar that they see as their pretend son.

Love is selfless, warm, compassionate, all-consuming.

Love has no boundaries.

Love is Phil.

“I think I might love you too,” Dan murmurs. “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I do know that I really like what you said. And maybe one day, I can fall in love one hundred percent with you too.”

Phil’s nervous expression disappears, replaced with a wide grin that makes a grin appear on Dan’s face too.

“That’s all I need to hear.”

Closing his eyes, Dan curls his fingers with Phil’s and leans closer to Phil’s palm. His stomach churns in gentle waves when Phil’s lips ghosts over his mouth. With a smile, Dan purses his lips and touches his lips to Phil’s.

When they kiss, a light switch sets off in Dan’s brain. This is the love that he questioned if he’d ever have. This is the love he didn’t know could ever exist for him until tonight. This is the love he knows is here to stay, a love that he won’t have to have doubts about.

And later that night, when they sleep side-by-side with their arms wrapped around each other on Phil’s bed, Dan no longer has to wonder about what when and where his true love is.

Love was right there by his side all this time.

IMAGINE: Snow’s Bastard

Imagine: Being Robb’s betrothed/wife but being pregnant with his Bastard brother’s child.

(For anon. This might not be as long as you wanted but I kind of have an idea for a part 2 i might do, for when the reader has the child, and i didn’t want to risk repeating things from this part.)

(Pt. 2

(Word Count: 1,459)

He knew you were with child, it was the only reason he would be rushing the marriage between the two of you. He knew you were with child and that it belonged to his bastard brother and to save your honor and Jon’s life, he had chosen to push the marriage forward so when you began to show no one would think the child wasn’t his.

The wedding was held the day before the royal party was to leave and journey back south with Lord Eddard, Lady Sansa and Arya, and a huge portion of Winterfell’s protection. Your dress was the same your Lady Mother had worn when she was around your age marrying your Father, Lord of (insert castle/holdfast). It was also the day before the true love of your life was to leave and join the night’s watch. He didn’t know you were carrying his child, he couldn’t ever know. You knew Jon Snow enough to know that were he to find out he would forsake all plans and try to be there for you, and not only would he gain more of Lady Stark’s wrath for staying in Winterfell but whispers would begin to arise. And whispers were the last thing you needed now.

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Everything Has Changed Part 3

Characters : Jared x Reader

First part here - Second Part Here

Warning : Swearing?

A/N : okay, you all asked for another part, and here it is!! By the way, Jared is SINGLE in this fic. So please NO HATE! I love Gen so much. Enjoy!

“J, can you-can you help me?” Jared muttered, fumbling with his tie.

Jensen placed his beer down and chuckled to himself. Walking over to his best friend. “Dude, you’re going to have to learn how to do this shit.” He stated, helping him with the tie. “What if I wasn’t here?”

Jared shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I’ll learn. One day.”

After only a few minutes, Jensen finally fixed his tie and removed the creases on his shirt. “There.” He exhaled.

“Thanks. I better go. The wedding starts in an hour.” He groaned, reaching for his shoes.

Jensen plopped down on to the couch with his beer in his hand. “Be safe. And wear a condom!” He cackled.

Jared rolled his eyes, quickly throwing his jacket over his shoulder and grabbed his keys. “See ya later.”

“Bye. And tell Y/N I said thanks for the invite.”

“I already told you, she just asked me-”

“her ex cheated and her sister paid for the plate, blah blah blah. I know. I was kidding.” Jensen grunted. “Go. Have fun!”

Jared took in a deep breath, and made his way out to his car. He was nervous. But wasn’t sure as to why. You two have been friends for at least 4 years now. He’s hung out with you many times. So why was he nervous?

Jared slipped into his car, and put the key into the ignition.

His phone went off and your name lit up on the screen.

“Hey I’m leaving now.” He muttered.

“Okay, cool. I’ll see you soon.” You muttered. “And drive safe, Paddles! I don’t want to find out you got a ticket again or get a call from the hospital. Got it?”

He let out a chuckle, his smile growing. “Alright mom. I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.”

You let out a dramatic groan. “You know how much I hate when you call me that.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault, you set yourself up for it.” He stated.

“I hate you.” You groaned.

“I love you too.” He chuckled. “I’ll be there soon.”


There was a knock at the door, startling you as you hurried to get ready. Today was your sisters wedding. And though you should be excited, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

You touched up the last of your make up, and took one glance at the mirror. The black dress hugged your curves perfectly, and your hair was set in curls over your shoulders.

Running to the front room, you opened the door. Your eyes met Jared’s and for a moment, you felt your stomach flutter. He looked incredible.

“Wow.” He breathed, looking you up and down. It’s been months since he’s last seen you. Your friendship was more based off skype and phone calls, since he’s been busy with supernatural and such.

“Hey Paddles!” You smiled, taking him in for a quick hug. “Did you get taller?” You chuckled.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “No, maybe you’re getting shorter.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. You invited him in and closed the door behind you. “I just need to get my heels and we can go.”

Jared nodded as you ran back to your room. He gazed around the apartment, since the last time he was here, he was helping you move in. That was a year ago.

There were pictures all over. Some of you and your friends, and a few with him. The one that stood out to him the most, was the photo that hung on the wall by the dining room.

It was a picture of you and Jared with your snowboards. That day was cold as hell, but it was one of his favorites. Mostly because it was your first time and you kept falling. You two would always go and do things with a few other friends.

And he missed that more than ever.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You exhaled.

Jared cleared his throat as he flashed a cheeky grin.

He couldn’t keep his gaze off you, his cheeks hurting from smiling.

“What’s with all the staring? You’re starting to freak me out.” You muttered.

“N-Nothing. Sorry. Let’s go.” He hesitated.

For a moment, you eyed him but shrugged it off. “Thanks for doing this by the way.” You said, walking over to the door.

He flashed a soft smile and nodded. “It’ll be fun. Besides, I missed you. It’s been what-a year since we hung out?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You followed him to his car, and he helped you in. Opening and closing the door for you. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

The drive to the church, was nothing more than amazing. Both you and Jared couldn’t stop laughing as you reminisced old memories.

“Remember when we went to that fancy restaurant, when you came out to visit me in Vancouver and-”

“O my god! Yea and the waiter mixed up the tables and I ended up with a ring in my champagne!” You cackled. “Which by the way is so tacky. I mean, that’s so cliche!”

“I know, but damn. We played that off so well. I swear, I think we could’ve won an Oscar.” He chuckled, glancing over at you. He loved watching you laugh.

“That was fun. You and I were engaged for a good hour.” You stated, looking up at him.

The car came to a stop as he parked by the church. “We’re here.” He muttered.

You cleared your throat, and gripped onto the clutch that contained your phone and money. “Alright, let’s do this.” You exhaled. “Get ready to meet my crazy family. Hopefully they don’t scare you away.”

He removed the key out of the ignition and locked his gaze with yours. A smile forming on his lips. “If I can deal with you, I’m sure I’ll make it through the night.”

You playfully slapped his arm, chuckling together. “Shut up Moose. If anything, I deal with you. Now let’s go before we miss the whole ceremony.”

You pushed the door open, and stepped out. The warm breeze trickled against your skin. “And so it begins.” You whispered.

Walking inside, you were greeted by your father. “Hey dad.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug.

“Hey sweetheart.” He muttered. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Thanks.”

Your father looked up and met Jared’s gaze. Scrunching his brows as he straightened his posture.

“Oh right. Dad, this is my friend Jared. Jared this my dad, Joe.”
Jared cleared his throat as he reached his hand out. “Nice to meet you sir.”

Joe was hesitant at first, but immediately flashed a cheeky grin and let out a chuckle. “Nice to meet you too, son.”

“Where’s Mary?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“She and your mother are in the ladies room. Finishing up last minute touch ups.” He muttered.

“Alright, I better go see the bride.” You glanced at your date. “I’ll meet you after the ceremony. I’m kind of the maid of honor.” You shrugged.

“Don’t worry honey. Your mom and I will take good care of him.” Your father stated. “Come on boy, let’s have a drink.”

You waved good bye as they walked over to the bar. Jared glanced back at you, for a moment and smiled. “Thank you.” You mouthed.

“Y/N!” Your mom spewed from behind, catching your attention.

You turned on your heels and started toward her. “Hi.” You muttered.

“Good, you’re here. Come help me get your sister in her dress. I can’t do it alone.”

Jared and Joe sat at the bar, with a glass of whisky in hand.

“So, what do you do for a living Jared?” Joe asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Um I am an actor.” He stated.

“Oh really? Anything I’ve seen?” He asked.

“I’ve been in a few movies. But right now, I am on a show that has such a great fan base. We are going on our seventh season.” He smiled, feeling proud of his work.

Joe raised his brows, his lips curving as he nodded his head. “That’s amazing. What’s the name of the show?”

“Supernatural.” He muttered.

“I think I’ve heard of that. Well, too many more seasons!” He raised his glass up to Jared.

“Thank you.” They clinked there glasses together.

Jared felt himself grow at ease as he continued chatting with your dad.

“Drink up. Tonight is going to be one hell of a night.” Joe laughed.


An hour has come and passed and it was finally time for the ceremony to begin.

“Are you ready?” You whispered, handing Mary her bouquet.

“I’m nervous, but I’m so excited.” She smiled. “I’m going to marry my best friend.”

You let out a soft giggle as you squeezed her hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The song ‘A Thousand Years’ began to play, motioning for you to get into your places.

The doors swung open and it was time to walk down the aisle.

The bridesmaids made their way down, and you felt your stomach churn as it was now your turn. You hated being center of attention. Even though it would only be for a short moment, you were still nervous.

But as you started down, you looked up and met Jared’s caramel brown eyes. He kept you at ease.

He was mesmerized as you walked closer. The way your hair laid over your shoulders to the dress that hugged your torso and flowed down. You were beautiful. And Jared couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“You look amazing.” He mouthed.

Blood rushed up to your cheeks, as a faint smile formed on your lips.

Having him there made everything seem easy. For months, you were nervous about today. Worried about your family and the constant questions about why you were still single and when it would be your turn to get married.

You couldn’t be more thankful to have your best friend with you.

As you were up with the other bridesmaids, your sister stepped out. All eyes were on her, except Jareds. He kept his gaze on you.

You were flustered, blushing so much, you could feel the heat radiate off you.

“Turn around.” You mouthed.

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled.

You shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you both went back and forth. It lasted until Mary made her way down and was now standing beside the man she was going to marry.

Everything was so beautiful, breathtaking, and yet Jared wasn’t able to focus on anything or anyone but you.

He watched you smile, laugh, and even cry a bit. And though he tried to pay attention to the bride and groom, he couldn’t help but think that someday, he wanted nothing more than to be up there, with you right there next to him.

Second Chances

I sighed it had been so long since I visited London, five years actually. I smiled as I walked out of my hotel five years was a long time. I was eighteen the last time I was here and head over heels in love. I smiled remembering how crazy that year was. I just dropped everything and followed my heart.

“Come with me.” Niall said as he was getting dressed.

“What?” I asked sitting up from the bed. “Are you insane?”

Niall chuckled. “Might be a wee bit but at least it would be an adventure. Right?”  He asked turning to look at me.

I ran a hand through my hair. “It could be an adventure…” I remarked.

“Come on be adventurous with me.” Niall whined as he slipped on his shoes.

“I thought I was.” I said with a smirk climbing out of bed.
Niall chuckled. “Different. We have been together this entire North American tour let’s not end it now. Come back with me to London and my home town. Be reckless we are only young once you know.” He says standing and turning to me.

I smiled. “Young and reckless huh? I think I can do that.” I say.

Niall strides toward me and picks me up spinning me around until I was dizzy and only stops to kiss me. “So can I.”

I smiled at the memory it brought back a lot of feelings. After all he was my first love and that’s always special. It was a horrific ending a lot of fighting and eventually a heart wrenching break up on both of our parts but looking back even if the end was bad all the rest was great and  I wouldn’t change any of it.

As I headed to my meeting I wondered about those days with those people. The boys, Niall and how all the girls turned out. I sighed that was the only thing I really regretted was being to prideful and cutting them all out but it was my fault and I have learned to live with it.

“You must be Y/N?” A secretary asked as I approached.

“Yes from Linder & Spencer.” I said in my business like voice.

“Go head back they are ready for you.” She said.

I nodded and preceeded to one of their large conference rooms. 
“Hello all. I am here to talk…” I began my pitch.

After two hours of talking and signing contracts I collected my stuff and headed out and collided with a large male chest.

“God I am so sorry. I hone-“ I said squatting to pick of the papers I knocked out of his hands.

The male chuckled as he bent down to pick the papers up as well. “Some things do not really change I see.”

I glanced up and my eyes collided with a pair of bright blue. I laughed. “I guess not.” I say on a laugh.

Niall stood and helped me stand. “It’s like déjà vu.”

“Yeah, just like the first time we met.” I said laughing. “How have you been?”

Niall smiled. “I’m good bands still together, but I am sure you have read that in the tabloids.”

I nodded. “I meant you as a person Niall not you as in the celebrity.” I say remembering the distinction they all used to make between themselves and what the public made them out to be.

He chuckled. “I am great. I am the uncle of two, plus the boys have all gotten married and have little ones, and I get to hang out with my best friends most of the time.”

I smiled. “That’s good. I am surprised though.” I said as we headed for the elevator.

“Surprised at what?” He asked.

I looked at him and noticed the jeans and t-shirts he used to wear were gone and replaced with a suit the fit him well. I guess we both grew up. “I always thought you would be one of the first not the last one to get married.” I said

Niall nodded and ran a hand through his hair in what seem to be frustration. “So did I but I just haven’t meet the right one.”

I nodded. At one time it would have hurt to hear those words but now all I could do is sympathize with the man who I once knew. “You will someday Niall and she is going to be worth the wait.” I said climbing into the elevator. “I’m glad I got to see you.” I said smiling.

He turned his head to the side. “Are you?”

I nodded and kept the smile on my face. “Absolutely.”

He forced a  smile. “ So am I. I hope you find some one too Y/N. You deserve to be happy.”

I laughed. “Thanks Ni. I think so too.” I said as the elevator door shut on him. I sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. Five years was a long time, almost forever and even though things had changed I would always have a special place for him in my heart.

As I exited the building I heard my name being called. 
“Y/n. Y/n!”
I turned to see Niall walking towards me. “What?”

“What are you doing tonight?”
I gave him a quistonable look. “Why?”

He chuckled. “I am not hitting on you.”

I quirked my eyebrow at him.

He threw his hands up in defense. “Honestly. It’s Sofia’s birthday and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the party. I know she and every one else would like to see you.”

I bit my lip as I thought about it.

“It’s not a date swear to god.” Niall says dramatically.

I laughed. “Alright. What’s the address?” I asked taking out my phone.

Niall snatched it out of my hands. “Look I will just give you my number and I will come pick you up.”

Before I knew it my phone was back in my hands and Niall was jogging back into the building. “Well shit didn’t see that coming.” Smooth fucker got my number and a date without me noticing.

A few hours later I received a call from Niall telling me to meet him out front. I have no idea how he found out where I was staying but I let it go. After a nice conversation in the car we arrived at what I assumed to be Liam and Sofia’s house since they were married.

“Damn. That’s a nice house.” I said climbing out of the car before Niall could make it around.

He nodded and headed for the door. “Yeah.”

I gave him a side ways glance and wonder what had changed the light-hearted boy into a cautious man. As I was about to ask him what was wrong the door was opened by a blonde haired girl with pink streaks. Holy shit it was Lux.

“Uncle Niall!” She shouted throwing her arms around him.

He chuckled. “Hey Lux.”

I smiled at the memory of the little girl I once knew.

“You brought a date? Mom’s going to be upset she brought some one for you.”

Niall threw back his head and groaned. “Thanks for the warning and I didn’t bring a date she’s an old friend”

“Mom says adults say that wh-“ Lux started.

Niall efficiently put his hand over her mouth. “I think your mom should not say that to you.”

“She didn’t know I was there.”

I laughed and Niall groaned. “I guess I will have to tell her.”
As we walked in I saw a lot of familiar faces.  it was like going back into the past.

Niall chuckled as he set Lux down to run off. “You look a little overwhelmed.”

I nodded and turned to him. “It’s kind of scary how much everyone has changed.”

Niall nodded and reached out to flick my hair. “Yeah kind of how you grew your hair out.”

“Yeah I decided the rebellious bob wasn’t really responsible.”
“It suited you.” he says tucking a strand behind my ear.

“It suited who I was and now it doesn’t this do-.”

“I don’t believe it!” A female squealed as I turned to my rights and was ambushed by three women.

“Long time no see!” I say jokingly.

Niall waves and heads in a different direction and I turn my full attention to the women in front of me.

“Five years is forever.” Perrie says accusingly.

“Too long.” I said chuckling.

Perrie nods and looks a little sad. “You never came back.”

I sighed. “I couldn’t… and by the time I was ready a lot of things had changed.”

I looked at all three of the girls who became my friends and hated cutting ties with them. “I am sorry I ju-“

“We get it any of us would have done the same. It just sucks it took so long to have you back in our lives.” Sofia says sadly.

“I missed a lot.” I say gesturing around me.

Eleanor had yet to say anything and decide it was time for me to get what I had coming. “But we would have come back Y/N. You didn’t just leave Niall you left your friends. You missed our weddings.”

I nodded. “ I know.” I say guilty. “You were my friends, hell my family while I was here, and I abandoned you because I was stubborn and irresponsible.”
El turned her head to the side to study me. “It doesn’t matter you’re here now and that’s all that’s important.”

Perrie and Sofia nodded.

“So have a drink and lets celebrate.” Sofia says grabbing three champagne flutes.

I gave her a weird look as she handed out the three flutes. 
“Pregnant.” She says simply.

I nod as we all begin to catch up. I missed more than I thought and more than the media knew by the time I knew it time had flown by and it was four in the morning. Sighing I decided to call a cab since Niall was still enjoying hanging out with the guys and I had a flight to catch in eight hours.

I hugged all my old friends and went to say goodbye to the boys and saw that Niall was gone. 
They all smiled as I approached and stood to give me a hug. It was hard to actually say goodbye after seeing them but they had my number and address and I had theirs. As I got to Liam I held him tighter since he was like my brother.

“I am so happy I came.” I whispered into his ear.

He hugged me tighter. “Miss you little sis.”

Harry picked me up in a bone crushing hug. “Don’t forget us.”

I laughed and punched his arm. “I will be calling you all very soon I promise.”

My phone went off indicatating the cab had pulledup. I sighed and looked around.

“He left.” Louis said sadly.

I nodded. “Okay. Tell him I will talk to him soon.” I say.

I headed out the door and saw Niall leaning in the cab window and then the cab pulled away.

“What was that?” I asked calmly.

Niall turned around to face me. “I wanted to give you a ride home. I wanted to give a proper goodbye.”

I studied his face. “You didn’t drink tonight.”

“Driving.” He says shrugging.

“You and I both know you could have we have been here since seven.”

“I don’t do that.” He says simply heading to the car. “Ready to leave?”

“What happened when I left?” I asked curiously climbing into the car.

He shrugged as he climbed in. “I already told you.”

I shook my head. “You only told me the happy and funny memories. Not what changed you.”

“After we broke up I meet someone and let’s just say she was not who I thought she would be and I grew up.”

I nodded. “I am sorry.”

“Not your fault.” He says.

“I know but you have such a great heart Niall and someone abusing it-well it just not right and for that I am sorry.”

He nods. “It was great to see you.”

I sighed. “You too I guess I didn’t know how much I missed you.” I said turning to look out the window.

Niall gave me a cautious look.

“I learned a lot about life to Niall and I especially learned you have to say what you feel because people leave and leaving words unspoken can add up to a lot of regrets.”

He nods, “Well then I missed you too.”

As we pulled up to my hotel I sighed and turned towards Niall. “Can I ask you one thing?”

“I suppose.” He says glancing out the window.

“Why are you not happy?”


“You can have anything.”
“Not anything. Life doesn’t give many second chances Y/N. Growing up is hard and I learned a lot of lessons. People change and things change.”

“That does not answer my question.”

“I made bad choices and I can’t quite seem to figure out were to correct them. I want those second chance.”
I nodded. “Okay. I will talk to you soon.” I say climbing out of the car.

“Oh and Y/N?”

I turned to look at Niall. “I am glad you are one of the good choices I made.”
I smiled. “I guess being young and reckless paid off for me then.” I said heading into my hotel.

Its been six months since I was in London but this time  I talk to them all and see them since the boys just came back to the US for tour. Although we have all grown up it’s great to know that we haven’t changed all that much except Niall. Since we reconnected we have been best friends but there was so much sadness in him and broken pieces that I wondered if he would ever be happy. Everyone thinks we are going to get back together but the truth is I am scared it would destroy everything and I won’t let that happen to us this time.

A knock at my door shook me from my thoughts. I looked through the peephole and saw a deshelved Niall.

I whipped the door open as fast as I could. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on a plane back home?” I questioned as he entered my apartment.

“I need you to answer a few questions.”

I gave him an odd look. “Okay…”

“What am I to you?” He asks

“You’re one of my best friends.”

He nods. “That’s what I thought.”

“What is going on Niall?”

HE gives a sarcastic laugh. “Absolutely fucking nothing. I have a plane to catch.” He says brushing past me.

El’s words rang in my head. “He never quite let you go and he has been looking for a second chance ever since you came back. So why don’t you just let him in?”

I followed behind him and slammed the door shut when he opened it. “Care to explain?” I asked.



He grabs his hair in frustration. “ I shouldn’t have to! You should already know.”

“But I don’t!”

“Then I guess you will have to figure it out. I will call you when I land.”

“Don’t.” I said quietly.

“Fine.” He says trying to storm out.

“No don’t go.”


“I was so heart broken the first time and I knew you were to. I-I.” I broke off giving a shaky laugh. “I just don’t want to go through that again. So don’t go without explaining why you are leaving.”

He nods. “I can’t be friends with you.”

I nodded in understanding. “Then don’t.”

He shakes his head and let out a groan of frustration. “You are so irritating.”
I laughed and stepped closer to him. “I know that’s why we fit.”

I shook my head. “Yeah.”

“Do you remember me saying there aren’t many second chances.”
I nodded and took a step towards him. “What happens when we get those chances Niall?”
He gives a nervouse laugh. “The hell if I can figure it out.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Well I for one like to take those rare opportunities and hold on to them.” I say my eyes boring into his.

“Thank god or I-“
I brought his head down to me and kissed him with all the emotions that I had been full of.

“I think this is going to be so much better than the first time

I laughed. “I think so too. I mean we are much better people.”
He nods. “Shut up woman I am trying to seduce you.”
“Oh…” I say. “I thought it was the other way around.”
Niall smirked. “I can work with that.”

I laughed and ran down the hall to my bedroom. “Nah I think it should work the other way around.”

I heard Nialls footsteps and turned to see him running after me and caused me to laugh.
He slung me over his shoulder. “I don’t think so woman.”


He laughed and swatted my butt. “Just like the first time.”

The Wedding Series (The Day Before - ShikaTema)

Disclaimer: none of the characters mentioned belong to me.

This is the first of the three ShikaTema parts in The Wedding Series, set after the NaruHina parts and before the LeeTen and SasuSaku parts. 

This is my personal take on how I like to imagine Shikamaru and Temari would act about/before their wedding day.

I very much hope you like this part! 


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The Nara Compound was buzzing with life that morning, full of the talk and excitement of the following day. Nobody could quite believe it was happening; they’d always viewed Shikamaru as the solitary type, even more so than his father had been. So the news he’d found a woman he didn’t deem too annoying to be around consistently came as a well welcomed shock to the entire Clan, and especially so with Yoshino Nara.

Being his mother she knew Shikamaru better than any other, and often she took pride in it. To an outsider, she had a seemingly unpleasant power over the young man, and even to him and his late father, Yoshino was quite the scary mother. However, he understood her love for him and that all she wanted was for him to only gain and be the best man that he could.

Still, the woman couldn’t help but worry whether Shikamaru was only doing this to please her. She’d made it clear to him she didn’t want him to grow old and alone and senile and that while he was young he better ‘hurry up and find a worthy woman to marry’. It was so sudden, too. Out of nowhere, after weeks and months of refusing his mother’s nagging it suddenly happened. Her insistent words had grown too much for him and he’d given up, yet again.

Yes, she thought, it must be partially my fault at least.

However, as Shikamaru lay back on his bed watching the woman he was to marry the following day pack a bunch of things into a bag and he listened the complaints and huffs she let out every now and again, he couldn’t deny that she was all he could’ve asked for and more.

“I swear if I haven’t packed everything I’m going to hit you, cause you’re supposed to be helping me here,” huffed Temari, running her hands nervously through her loose blonde hair. “Dammit, it would’ve been so much better to have got married in Suna.”

Shikamaru squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “No, we’re not having that argument again. Once was enough and we went way past seven times.”

Having the wedding in Suna or Konoha had been the topic of many a long winded argument between the couple, and always seemed to go (and end) exactly the same way. Still, that didn’t stop Temari bringing it up again and again and it always going like this:

“I’m the bride, Shikamaru, so it ought to be my choice!”

“I know that, but-”

“Not to mention that my brother is the Kazekage. I can’t have my brother missing this and if Gaara can’t make it here then I refuse to do it. If we have it back home in Suna, then he can make it easily!” Temari would look at him with her hands resting on her hips and a menacing stare beating down on Shikamaru.

“I know. I agree entirely. But it’s my mothers fault we’re getting married and she’s old. And old woman shouldn’t have to travel all the way to Suna just to see her son get hitched. Jesus…”

“Don’t act like you want to get married, cause I know you. And don’t try and sass me, either. Got it?”

Shikamaru would always retreat, but it wouldn’t take long for Temari to realise he was right. Yoshino was the reason the couple were tying the knot and would argue Shikamaru’s point for him, too. Mostly Temari didn’t want to argue with her almost mother-in-law…she scared the life out of her.

“You’re right,” Temari sighed, throwing more bits and pieces into her bag. “I have more important things to worry about than things I can’t change.” She checked the clock on the wall and frowned. “Shit, the bloody girls are going to be here in like twenty minutes and I’m not ready to go yet. Have I packed everything? Probably not. Shit, where’s my toothbrush? Oh it’s already in there. Oh, god…Shika?”

“Mm?” He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he watched her fret. It amused him, which unimpressed her.

“Help me.”


She huffed and continued rooting through draws without even looking at him. “I don’t see why I can’t just stay here with you.”

“Tradition,” he said softly.

“Neither of us give a shit about that though, do we?”

Shikamaru chuckled. “Well, the girls do. I’m all for you staying with me.” He frowned and sat up slightly. “Okay, calm down now, you just packed my shirt.”

“I know I did, I- wait…no I didn’t…” Temari looked down at the bag and Shikamaru’s shirt staring back at her, the Nara clan symbol hitting her in the face. This time tomorrow she’d be part of that clan. She’d be part of some clan, in some village that wasn’t her own, being made to wear that symbol on her back and…

“Oh god, no! Fuck, Shika, I’m so scared!” cried Temari, pulling at her hair and biting her lower lip. “Do we even want this? Look, Shikamaru, you’re a pain, but I love you so don’t get me wrong but…do we have to get married?”

With a deep sigh, the dark haired young man hauled himself up from his position on the badly made bed. He buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers and gradually stepped closer to his fiancée, his eyebrows slightly raised as he looked into her eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said it so calmly unnerved Temari. “I know it’s a real drag, but we’ve got to do it someday soon…so why not now?”

Temari looked up at him as he took his final step. His face was just inches away and he’d regretted to shave for a few days. “Because…I’m scared. And you need to shave.” She started to back away but he caught her.

A smirk worked its way onto his lips and if Temari wasn’t in total state of panic and frustration she’d have found it quite sexy. “I’ve been thinking about growing it out, and you’re not going anywhere,” he chuckled. “Of all the things I’ve seen you fight, pre-wedding jitters are the one thing that makes you run away? Seriously?”

“Oh, fuck off, you miserable sod.”

The young man chuckled weakly and shook his head, taking her hands and twisting the diamond ring around her left ring finger.

“It’s not funny, Shikamaru!” said Temari.

Her voice was so full of angst it should’ve thrown him back, but Shikamaru had dealt with worse - namely his mother on a bad day. He could sit out this argument easily.

“What’s the point in doing this now of all times?” she continued. “This is the biggest fucking commitment you can make! Plus, you yourself used to tell me that you find women too troublesome. But now look at you; you’re all for it! Has your mother threatened you?”

He chuckled, looking down into her narrow green eyes as he continued to swivel around her engagement ring. “You’re quite right. And I do still find women a complete pain - you especially - but do you really think I’d waste so much money on this scrap of metal if I wasn’t willing to commit.”

In synchronisation, they both looked down at her ring as Shikamaru swiftly made it so he was hugging her from behind. Tamara began to feel smaller and fragile; Shikamaru was the only man who could make her feel like that, and she both loved and despised it.


“And as for what’s the point?” He brought her closer to him, resting his hands softly on her middle, cheek resting on her head gently. “The point is still what it was when I asked you.”

Temari groaned and sniffed, the tears swelling in her eyes beginning to fade away.

“You remember that point, don’t you?” asked Shikamaru in a quiet, soft, and serious tone.

She giggled slightly, leaning back into the chest of her lover. “How could I forget? It featured the worst impression of your mother I’ll ever hear.”

“Well,” Shikamaru’s raspy voice said into her ear, “maybe I can do a little better this time round…” He coughed quietly and attempted to raise his voice’s pitch, but he couldn’t escape the huskiness of his normal voice as he quoted his mother: “If I have bastard grandchildren you’ll be in very big trouble, young man.”

“Okay that was equally as awful as the first time, Shikamaru. Your mum is too excitable sounding for you to get close to her voice.”

Temari smiled and bit down on her lower lip to try and conceal her laughter. However she couldn’t hold it long, and let out a loud snort, causing her to blush profusely and set off Shikamaru’s laugh that she found so sweet and adorable.

As he pressed a soft kiss against her temple, Temari let her hands fall to where his rested gently on the small bump of her abdomen. “Trust us to be the pair who accidentally get pregnant before marriage,” she sighed.

“Yeah…such a shame that you can’t get drunk at your own wedding,” Shikamaru teased, kissing along her jaw. “I guess I’ll just have to get extra drunk for you.”

Upon hearing this, Temari squirmed and tried to escape her fiancé’s tender but unescapable grip. “Don’t try to be funny. This kid is your fault, too. You can pay the price and stay sober,” she said. Finally working her way free, she turned to face Shikamaru and looked pleased with herself. “Understand?”

“Oh, what a drag…I already had to give up smoking…”

“Boo-hoo,” she teased, putting her bottom out for a second. She quickly broke into a smug smile, causing Shikamaru to groan. “Now shut up and help me. Oh, and anyway; you’ve got your stag-do tonight. You can drink then. I’m sure Chouji will let you.”

“Stag-do…” Shikamaru let out a weak and pathetic laugh, grabbing one of Temari’s bags and slinging it over his shoulder. “Cause of my family’s relation to deer? Quite witty, actually. Nice.”

Tamara snorted again and her cheeks blushed a soft pink. “For a genius you’re a complete idiot. That’s just what it’s called.”

“Oi. Don’t get to pleased with yourself.”

The Suna girl turned and smirked at him, proving he was too late. She moved closer, swiftly closing the gap between their lips in a matter of seconds. But just as their lips brushed against each other they were forced apart.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Temari sighed. “That’ll be Sakura and Hinata. I’ll go get it, you bring my stuff.”

“Look, I might almost be your husband, but I’m not you bitch, Temari…”

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” she said menacingly. “Now get on with it.”

By the time Shikamaru had gathered the three bags together (and he didn’t understand why a woman needed so much stuff for one night; it seemed like too much hassle to him), Temari had her coat on and was at the door, waiting. He stepped closer and handed each girl a bag before taking Temari’s hands in his.

The couple shared a look as if each of them knew exactly what the other was thinking.

Be careful…and don’t it make it too obvious we’ve got a new member of the family on the way, okay?

You really think I’m that stupid, Shikamaru?

She was right and he knew it. Tamara was a smart girl and, mostly, she could keep a secret. Anyway, the maid of honour already knew and was sworn to secrecy. Hinata had overheard the two arguing about the baby after Temari first found out and knocked on the door, admitting she’d heard every word. She said was happy for them and smiled sweetly, promising not to breathe a word to anyone.

That was two months prior and not a single person knew now but the three of them, so Shikamaru and Temari knew they could trust her completely.

Sakura gently took Temari’s arm and pulled away from Shikamaru and out of the door. 

“Promise me you’ll look after her,” he said seriously, looking into her scared, green eyes. He tried his best to seem void of worry, but it didn’t work too well. “Please?”

“We will,” Hinata said gently, taking Sakura’s hand off of Temari.

The moment she was free, Temari rocketed into Shikamaru’s arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck. It didn’t surprise him one bit, and - for once - he let down his cold, hard persona to hug her tightly back, nestling his face in her scruffy blonde hair.

He pulled back and kissed her lips soft and slowly, holding her cheek with one hand, the other nestled deep into his trouser pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow so we can get married…man, that’s something I never thought I’d say.”

Temari grinned and stepped back towards the girls, picking up her bag. Before she turned and disappeared from Shikamaru’s sight for a while she gave him a cheeky smirk: “I know right…‘what a drag’.”

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!

ShikaTema are a real weakness of mine and I couldn’t resist writing in certain bits of dialogue and also the whole idea about something pushing them to get married but really they just want to be togther. That just suits ShikaTema to me…

The next part will be “The Day Before - LeeTen”

(which I’m so excited for because omg LeeTen is so beautiful)

prettytricks  asked:

5 - pretending to be married - Kakashi/Naruto, R27, OR Ichigo/Urahara

Okay, I’m actually a fan of all three pairings, but I think I’ve seen some KakaNaru marriage fics floating around already, and R27 is like my go-to pairing when given the choice, so I figured I’d try Ichigo/Urahara this time just to switch things up a bit.

Check under the cut!  Hope you like it:)

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so people have been doing their favourite lines from every song in hamilton and i wanted to do it too


aaron burr sir: “i’m getting nervous” + “you’re an orphan? OF COURSE. I’M AN ORPHAN, GOD, I WISH THERE WAS A WAR THAT WE COULD PROVE THAT WE’RE WORTH MORE THAN ANYONE BARGAINED FOR” + “well if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college”

my shot: “you and i, do or die, wait till i sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion” + “burr, check what we got, mister lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot, i think your pants look hot, laurens, i like you a lot” + “a bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists” + “I’M PAST PATIENTLY WAITING, I’M PASSIONATELY SMASHING EVERY EXPECTATION, EVERY ACTION’S AN ACT OF CREATION, I’M LAUGHING IN THE FACE OF CASUALTIES AND SORROW, FOR THE FIRST TIME I’M THINKING PAST TOMORROW”

the story of tonight: “tomorrow there’ll be more of us”

the schuyler sisters: “burr, you disguuuuust me” “ah, so you’ve discussed me? im a trust fund, baby, you can trust me” + “AND WHEN I MEET THOMAS JEFFERSON, I'MMA COMPEL HIM TO INCLUDE WOMEN IN THE SEQUEL, WORK!” (fun fact: i started reading common sense by thomas paine just for this song lol)

farmer refuted: “is he in Jersey?” + “DON’T MODULATE THE KEY THEN NOT DEBATE WITH ME!”

you’ll be back: “my sweet submissive subject” + “i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love”

right hand man: “GEORGE WASHINGTON” + “shboom goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray” + “there’s another ship BOOM we just lost the southern tip” + “YOU NEED ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GET, I HAVE SOME FRIENDS, LAURENS, MULLIGAN, MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE, OKAY WHAT ELSE”

a winter’s ball: “wE’RE RELIABLE WITH THE LADIESSSS” + “is it a question of if, burr, or which one?”

helpless: “i’m so into you, i am so into you” + “eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame, all i have’s my honour, a tolerance for pain, a couple'a college credits and my top notch brain” + “and long as i’m alive, eliza, swear to god you’ll never feel so helpless”

satisfied: “i’m sure i don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself” + “so i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City is insidious, and alexander is penniless…that doesn’t mean i want him any less” + “nice going, angelica, he was right, you will never be satisfied”

the story of tonight (reprise): “raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again!” + “you are the worst, burr” + “well, iiiiii heard you’ve got a special someone on the siiiiide burr, what’re you tryna hiiiiiide burr” + “she’s married to a british officer.” “oh, shit”

wait for it: “i am the one thing in life i can control, i am inimitable, i am an original, i’m not falling behind or running late, i am not standing still, i am lying in wait” + the rest of the song but i love that bit especially

stay alive: “yeah… he’s not the choice i would have gone with, he shits the bed at the battle of monmouth” + “EVERYONE ATTACK” “RETREAT” “ATTACK” “RETREAT” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEE GET BACK ON YOUR FEET” “BUT THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM” “I’M SORRY, IS THIS NOT YOUR SPEED?!”

ten duel commandments: “can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?” “sure!” + “okay…so we’re doing this”

meet me inside: “this should be fun” + “you’re absolutely right, john should have shot him in the mouth, that would have shut him up” + “I AM NOT A MAIDEN IN NEED OF DEFENDING, I AM GROWN” + “go. home.”

that would be enough: “will you relish being a poor man’s wife? unable to provide for your life” “i relish being your wife” + “look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now” + “let this moment be the first chapter, where you decide to stay”

guns and ships: literally all of it except washington’s bit at the end

history has its eyes on you: “let me tell you what i wish i’d known when i was young and dreamed of glory, you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story” + “but remember from here on in, history has its eyes on you”

yorktown: “immigrants— we get the job done” + “weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me” + hercules mulligan’s entire rap + “FREEDOM FOR AMERICA, FREEDOM FOR FRANCE”

what comes next: “awesome! wow!”

dear theodosia: “i’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style, when you smile, you knock me out, i fall apart, and i thought i was so smart” + “yeah, you’ll blow us all away, someday”

non-stop: “corruption’s such an old song, we can sing along in harmony and nowhere is it stronger than in albany, this colony’s economy’s increasingly stalling and honestly, that’s why public service seems to be calling me. i practiced the law, i practically perfected it, i’ve seen injustice in the world and i’ve corrected it” + “yO WHO THE EFF IS THIS” + that fucking bit where all the major songs from act 1 are sung together + “I AM ALEXANDER HAMILTON, HAMILTON JUST YOU WAIT”

what’d i miss: “treasury secretary, washington’s the president, every american experiment sets a precedent, not so fast— someone came along to resist him, pissed him off until we had a two party system! you haven’t met him yet, you haven’t had the chance, cause he’s been kickin’ ass as the ambassador to France, but someone’s gotta keep the american promise, you simply must meet thomas— thomas!” + literally the whole song but mostly that lol

cabinet battle #1: “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we fought for these ideals, we shouldn’t settle for less, these are wise words, enterprising men quote ‘em— don’t act surprised, you guys, cause i wrote 'em” + “damn you’re in worse shape than the national debt is in” + “such a blunder, sometimes it makes me wonder why i even bring the thunder”


say no to this: “half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic”

the room where it happens: “and all he had to do was die” “yeah, that’s a lot less work” “we oughta give it a try” + “really?” + “madison and jefferson are merciless” “well, hate the sin love the sinner” + “well, i arranged the meeting, i arranged the menu, the venue, the seating” + “oh, ho” “a quid pro quo” “i suppose” “wouldn’t you like to work a little closer to home?” “actually i would” “well, i propose the potomac” “and you’ll provide him his votes?” “well, we’ll see how it goes” “let’s go” “noooo” + “my god, in god we trust” + “god help and forgive me, i wanna build something thats gonna outlive me”

schuyler defeated: “no one knows who you are or what you do” “they don’t need to know me, they don’t like you”

cabinet battle #2: “UH WHO PROVIDED THOSE FUNDS??” “…france” + “i’ll remind you that hE IS NOT SECRETARY OF STATE” + “daddy’s calling”

washington on your side: “WHICH I WROTE” + “i have to resign” + “i’m in the cabinet , i am complicit in watching him grabbing at power and kissing it, if washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference, this kid is out!” + “soutHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS”

one last time: “pick up a pen, start writing!”

i know him: “they will tear each other into pieces, jesus christ, this will be fun!”

the adams administration: “WELCOME FOLKS, TO THE ADAMS ADMINISTRATION” + “jefferson’s the runner up, that makes him the vice president” “washington can’t help you now, no more mister nice president” + “say what”

we know: “though virtue is not a word i’d apply to this situation” + “an immigrant embezzling our government funds” + “ya best gwarn run back where ya come from” + “as you can see, i kept a record of every cheque in my checkered history, check it again against your list n’ see consistency”

hurricane: “i wrote my way out of hell, i wrote my way to revolution, i was louder than the crack in the bell, i wrote eliza love letters until she fell” + “this is the only way i can protect my legacy”

the reynolds pamphlet: i love every single bit of this song

burn: “you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals” + “your sentences border on senseless, and you are paranoid in every paragraph on how they perceive you” + “let future historians wonder how eliza reacted when you broke her heart, you have torn it all apart, i am watching it burn” + “the world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in my bed, they don’t get to know what i said”

blow us all away: “how 'bout when i get back, we all strip down to our socks” + “george! george!” “shh, i’m tryna watch a show!” “shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!” + “i know where to find you, piss off, i’m watching this show now”

stay alive (reprise): “no!” “eliza!” “is he breathing? is he going to survive this? who did this, alexander, did you know?” + eliza’s whole part with philip

its quiet uptown: “and i pray. that never used to happen before” + “you knock me out, i fall apart” + “eliza, do you like it uptown? it’s quiet uptown.” + “look around, look around, eliza” + “there is a grace too powerful to name” + “…it’s quiet uptown” “forgiveness. can you imagine?” + “if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.”

the election of 1800: “john adams shat the bed, i love the guy, but he’s in traction; poor alexander hamilton, he is missing in action” + “and they say i’m a Francophile, at least they know i know where France is!” + “aHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT” + “ooh you know what, we can change that! you know why?” “why?” “cause i’m the president.”

your obedient servant: “if you’ve got something to say, name a time and place, face to face” + “here’s an itemised list of 30 years of disagreements” “sweet jesus”

best of wives and best of women: “why do you write like you’re running out of time? come back to bed, that would be enough” + “well, i’m going back to sleep.” + “hey. best of wives and best of women”

the world was wide enough: “WHY? IF NOT TO TAKE DEADLY AIM? IT’S HIM OR ME, THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.” + “eliza! my love, take your time. i’ll see you on the other side. raise a glass to freedom…” + “they say angelica and eliza were both at his side when he died” + “and history obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes”

who lives, who dies, who tells your story: “i couldn’t undo it if i tried… and i tried” + “i rely on angelica, while she’s alive, we tell your story, she is buried in trinity church near you, when i needed her most, she was right on time” + “the ORPHANAGE” + “oh i can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time” + “will they tell your story? who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”

Shipping Wars And Other Things

Before I say anything I would like to stress that I am high on cold medicine and double fisting tea and a SMIDGE of wine. All right, moving on.

I ventured onto the Dark Side today…an article about Daryl, B3th, and Carol. (I know, I know!) The article was okay, but the comments, oh mah Lord.

As I stated on one of my comments on said article, and as I recently said in a message to someone on here, maybe I am unforgivably naive but I swear to you, until this whole shipper mess happened, I honestly did not understand how hung up on stereotypical physical appearance other people were. I really and truly did not.

I’ve known some “beautiful” people who are fantastic, lovely individuals. I’ve known some who were real cock badgers too. It just is what it is. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t notice attractive people or enjoy looking at them, but judging who should be with whom romantically based on something so arbitrary as facial features? Are you kidding?! (Side note: I do think Carol/Melissa is beautiful. I’m fascinated by her. Just because she doesn’t fit into our current obsession with youth and long flowing hair doesn’t make her less beautiful.)

And age. Lord, do not get me started on age. It’s actually making me feel terrible for the (mostly very young) women who are so anti-Caryl and whose arguments for it are basically “yeah but she has like GRAY HAIR.” Honey, honey, honey. So will you, someday, if the fates are good and you live that long. So will I. Sure, you can cover that shit up if you want, but it doesn’t make you any younger. It doesn’t stop the gray from existing. And these young women…don’t they dream of having someone who loves them in spite of what they look like?

There’s this guy I let hang around the house. We’re married and stuff. He’s seen me bring two kids into the world. He’s held my hair as I throw up. Most days he comes home from work to find me in sweatpants covered with cookie crumbs and snot, hair scraped into a ponytail, any makeup I might have applied that day either long gone or in residence under my eyes. If he were with me because of what I LOOK like, he would have chucked deuces long ago.

But he didn’t, b/c he LOVES ME. Most of the time he thinks I’m the bee’s knees. The mutt’s nuts! That’s what I want. That’s what anyone should want, right?

I like Daryl, the character, at least I did before this season. (I still have hope for him, I’m just not overly impressed with him right now.) Because I like him, and his life has been hard, I would like to see him with a partner who’s good for him and who he’s connected with. That’s it, end of. Looks don’t enter into it.

So where is this obsession with Carol’s age/looks coming from? Why are people acting as if B3th, solely based on her youth and looks (and DON’T try to tell me it’s her personality, because when people started shipping them she didn’t HAVE one. They were being shipped because Daryl was the “hot guy” of the show and B3th was available and fell most in line within the margins of stereotypical beauty. You can debate me if you want and I’ll be polite about it but frankly I’ll think you’re a damn dirty liar.)

Is she, because of her age and appearance, supposed to be some kind of trophy for a man old enough to be her father? Color me barftastic. (And side note, what is this obsession with white blonde girls, seriously? I mean, I am one. Well “girl” is pushing it; I’ll be 32 next month. But you know what I mean.)

So, the B3thyl shippers. Some of them are great, probably. But it is the ones who have been malignant little assholes about Carol and Melissa that I’m thinking of right now, and as much as they piss me off, I’m feeling really sorry for them.

You, ya malignant little asshole (I say this with love), you are worth more than you think. You are worth more than your looks and your age. You are not a toy or a trophy to be ‘deserved’ by any guy, let alone one decades older. You deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not what the world sees when it looks at you. You deserve someone who looks at you and sees someone they adore, even when you look like shit. Because this attitude you’ve got? It’s putting so much unneeded pressure on you.

Just stop. Stop being so afraid. Stop worrying about people seeing the real you. Maybe then you won’t be so threatened. Because I think a lot of you are. Looks and age are so important to you because you’ve been taught your whole life that they are. So when you see a woman not playing by the rules and still winning, you don’t understand. Instead of applauding someone for breaking away, for realizing that this game is rigged and refusing to play, you do your best to tear them down.

Little asshole, darling, honeychild. Baby girl. It is all going to go by so fast. Trust me. Five minutes ago I swear I was getting ready to cheer at the homecoming game, and then I blinked and I’m sitting on my bed in my own house listening to my kids’ deep, even breaths while they sleep.

This will happen to you too, if you’re fortunate. You will grow up. It will hurt. You’ll learn some things. You’ll get gray hair.

And I know that you think I don’t know what I’m talking about, but sweetie, I do. I know you think “God she’s so old, a MOM, of course she ships Caryl.”

But I’m not wrong. You will get older. The only alternative is dying young, and there are few worse tragedies. So you WILL get older, but here’s the thing. You will not be less of a person. You will not be less deserving of love. You should still strive, if you want a partner, for the same thing…love and respect and a connection. You will deserve them just as much, and I hope you get them.

I really do.

anonymous asked:

Could you drabble it? The free wedding cake sample post 😊

okay, i wasn’t but then i did. hope it’s okay! anon is referring to this post.

“I don’t know how comfortable I feel with this,” Katniss says warily as Peeta gestures for her to slide into the booth. He sits down after her.

“Why? Is the prospect of being married to me that horrifying?” he jokes, his grin flippant when he looks over at her. She’s glad he looks away then to survey the bakery so that he misses her inexplicable blush.

“What if they realize we’re not actually engaged? What if they realize you work at a competing bakery? You know I’m a terrible liar, Peeta!”

When he’d asked her to come scope out Capitol Bakery with him earlier, she’d been sold on the promise of free wedding cake samples. At the time she hadn’t realized that his plan to check out what his competitors offer so he can figure out how to do it better actually meant pretending to be engaged to her best friend.

Normally, she’s game for Peeta’s ridiculous schemes, but for some reason pretending they’re in love makes her anxious. Nervous. Scared.

Hearing the rising panic in her voice, Peeta turns back to face her. And he laughs, the asshole. Scowling, she punches him in his right kidney, but he grabs her hand and squeezes.

“Relax. It’s just a little reconnaissance work,” he says. “I’ll do all the talking. I’m a great actor. I’ll sell the shit out of this fake engagement. You don’t have to say anything. Just take mental notes on everything we taste today, okay?”

At her half-hearted shrug, he smiles and chucks her chin with his fist. “There’s my girl. Your reluctant support always enthuses me.”

She slaps his hand away, annoyed, but freezes when she sees the baker walking up to their table. Shit. Do people normally hit their fiancees? She’s ruining things already!

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Preference #195 Thinking Out Loud
  • Liam: ‘well me I fall in love with you every single day’ “____!” You hear Liam shout as soon as the door opens. “In the kitchen!” You respond, stirring the pasta around in the pot a bit, wiping your hands on the dish towel as Liam comes in, holding up five bright green post its. He glances at them, grinning back at you before crossing the room, pulling you into a kiss. “Hello.” You sigh out as you pull away. He chuckles, “Hello.” He pulls the post its he still has in between you two. “You made my day with these.” Liam had had a rough morning, not wanting to go to his press day at all, and the paps were being ruthless lately, so he knew they would be outside his door. You just stuffed some encouraging messages on things inside his bag, knowing he’d use his headphones eventually, as well as the water bottle. It was just something you did quickly while he was in the bathroom, not even a second thought. “Really?” You quip, glancing at the words ‘You can do it!’ written in your scrawl. “Mhhm.” He hums, sighing. “I swear everyday you do something everyday that makes me love you more, if that’s even possible” He says, smiling at you as you blush. “You’re sweet.” You peck his lips, moving to finish dinner.
  • Louis: ‘darling I will be loving you till we’re seventy.’ “I am not going! Especially not since Liam still looks like he is 20. Honest to go the man has three kids and he is still in shape. I eat enough cheetos for both of our children and no, I’m not going.” You sighed, shaking your head as you leaned against the bathroom door. “Louis Tomlinson, it is your bandmates child's first birthday, you’re going.” You argued. Louis got like this sometimes. Yes, he was 35, so his body had changed, but it was sometimes hard for him to accept. But he assured you anytime you cried after having to get a jean size up, so you had to do the same. “Look Lou, you look great, okay? I think I made that quite obvious last night, but honestly, you could be purple and I’d still love you, and your bandmates don’t give a shit. I love your body, and your face and your laugh and Liam has an obsession with the gym so just ignore him, yeah? And I’m out of things to say.” You mumble just as he swings the door open, grinning at you. “I’m going to love you till you’re like 70 and getting all wrinkly.” He says, kissing your forehead. “70?! Look mate, you signed up for forever, not till just 70.” He grins, “Even better.”
  • Zayn: ‘I’m thinking out loud’ You huffed, picking up another one of your sweaters that you saw. You swore half of your wardrobe laid on Zayn’s floor. He was still lying in bed, flipping through a magazine. You finally pick up your last pair of jeans, shoving it into the duffel, letting out breath as you straighten up. “Okay so I am going to go do my laundry and I have to do my dishes because they’ve been sitting there a week but I’ll grab take away and a movie on my way back, sound good?” Zayn looks up at you, brown eyes narrowed for a moment, something you know he does when he is calculating his answer. “Yeah that’s good, and sometime this week we’re going to take all your stuff and move it in here and I will pay what is left of your lease because I hate it when you’re not here.” You widen your eyes for a moment, “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Zayn nods instantly, shrugging. “May as well. you’re here enough and you know, you should get used to it, cause I’m going to marry you someday.” he says, grinning shyly. “You’ve thought about marrying me?” You ask quietly as he blushes, ducking his head. “Course I have. Just never really said it out loud. Sounds right, though yeah? ____ Malik.”
  • NIall: ‘when my hands don’t play the strings the same way, I know you will still love me the same.’ “I feel like a walking zombie.” Niall mumbled from your lap, a towel covering his face and his in ears hung around his neck. “You’ve had a full week.” You offer, playing a bit with his slightly sweaty hair. “Full four years.” He replies, turning to hide his face into your stomach. You giggle a bit, sitting in the silence until he looks up at you again. “You wanna know something?” He asks, blue eyes blinking at you. You smile, “Sure.” “I don’t know like what’s going to happen after all this. Like I can’t do this forever. Eventually my hands aren’t going to be able to play and me knee is finally going to just give up on me, and I know the boys will be there for me, but the one person I can see staying with me in anything is you. You know? Like, you love me cause I’m me. Not cause of all this, yeah?” You smile fondly at him, nodding slightly. He grins again, settling back into your lap. “I lied, I am totally only here to get at Zayn, I mean have you seen that man? Good god-” “I hate you.” Niall interjects, laughing despite himself. You scrunch up your nose, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.
  • Harry: ‘honey your soul, could never grow old, it’s evergreen.’ “Mum, I’m serious, sit down.” Harry says, shooing his mother away from her kitchen sink. “Harry you have to make sure-” She starts but he rolls his eyes, sighing. “I know mother. The delicate tea cup. You’ve said it three times now, please just go sit. Talk with Gem and ___.” You smile at Anne as she slides into the seat across from you, giggling at your legs that are resting across Gemma’s lap. “Don’t feel bad, I have to fight him on doing the dishes even if he’s cooked.” You say to Anne as she smiles. “Harry, our hero.” Gemma drones as you snort, Harry catching her words and flicking some water towards her. “Always so kind.” Anne says, smiling at Harry’s back, ignoring her children's banter. The two were still at some sort of glaring war and you took the chance to lean towards Anne. “He truly is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known, so you know, thanks for raising him. He gets better and sweeter and more caring each day.” You say as Anne chuckles, shaking her head. “My pleasure.” “Let me help.” You say, hopping up suddenly, standing next to Harry as he scrubs at a pan. You stare at his profile for a moment, before kissing his cheek lightly as he smirks, turning to you. “What was that for?” You shrug, “Nothing. Just love you.”
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