not until you got called out

You (Comrades Protag) + The Chocobros | Part II - Prompto

Part I - Gladio |


  • So after you eat Gladio’s I’m-Sorry-I-Gave-You-A-Concussion Cup Noodles, he gives you his phone number, just in case you figure out how to unlock your phone.
    • He knows that you’re a pretty big deal in Lestallum; people recognize you and know that you’re busting your ass to help keep the city safe. He asks you to keep him posted on Lestallum’s progress via Iris.
      • You and Iris become pretty good friends. And you take pictures of everything.
        • Pictures capturing the progress of construction projects around Lestallum
        • Pictures of your handwritten notes from your meetings with the elected leader of Lestallum, Holly, Cor, Libertus, Dave, and a handful of other key players in the power restoration efforts.
        • You even send him a photo of you and Iris posing in sweaters you knitted for each other by hand
          • Yes, you know how to knit now. When night falls, and the people of Lestallum are forced to hide within the safety of the city’s walls, they’re left restless, anxious, and with way too much time on their hands– time to learn how to actually play a game of chess, time to learn how to play every single card game known to man, and time to hear just about everyone’s stories of loss and faint, fragile hope for a brighter future.
    • One day, Gladio texts Iris to let you know that a friend of his will be swinging through Lestallum soon, and that he might track you down for some combat practice.
      • Iris seems excited to see this friend of her brother’s. She says his name is Prompto and that you’re going to love him.
      • The name doesn’t ring a bell, and you have no idea what he looks like. You guess you’ll recognize him when he taps you on the shoulder and asks if it would be okay to beat you up behind the power plant.
  • Prompto shows up while Cid is tinkering with your favorite weapon, imbuing it with the power of that griffon feather you and your friends found yesterday. You take it from Cid and give it a few practice swings, testing out its weight, admiring its shine in the light.
    • Prompto: “Yikes. Hope you don’t end up hitting me with that thing lmao”
    • Turns out that, just like Gladio, you’ve seen this guy before. He’s another one of the prince’s royal retainers. He was a last-minute addition, with next to no formal training. But you guess he must at least have some kind of raw talent, to have survived this long as a hunter.
  • The extent of your former interactions with Prompto: You were collecting herbal ingredients in Duscae for a medicinal remedy that a sickly friend of yours desperately needed. You’d just about gathered everything you needed when you heard screaming from across the lake. You glanced in the direction of the noise and saw a cotoblepas charging towards two tiny figures standing way too damned close to the water.
    • You: “SHIT SHIT SHIT”
    • It’s a good thing you didn’t spare a second to think this through, because you would have realized how stupid you were being if you had. Instead of trying to warp around the lake, you decided to warp straight across it. Your intentions were noble; you wanted to help these people as quickly as you could.
      • But yes you fell into the water and approximately twenty-seven (27) gallons of it shot up your nose. But you chucked your weapon into the air and kept going 
    • You barreled into one of the people fleeing the cotoblepas and warped, putting as much distance as you could between yourselves and the beast. You put a hand on the person’s shoulder, shouted, “Stay!” and got ready to warp back for the other.
      • Turned out you didn’t have to bother; the other idiot could warp, too.
        • You: “…Prince Noctis?”
          • YEP! Prompto knew that you were a Glaive and was waaaaaay too intimidated by you to lie. He explained that they essentially Did It For The Vine. 
            • Did the key to the salvation of Eos almost get himself trampled by a cotoblepas for a photo?????
              • Prompto showed you the photo.
                • You: “Okay that’s actually pretty sick, bro”
                • Noctis: “Hell yeah”
                • You: “Oh shit my fucking weeds”
                • Prompto: “Your what now”
    • Prompto and Noctis understandably felt guilty when they realized that the herbs you had worked so hard to collect for your friend were soaked, dirtied, and ruined because you fell into the lake. They helped you collect more before you parted ways.
  • Prompto: “So… Gladio said you might be down for some sparring?”
    • You lead him to the Lestallum equivalent of the bicycle rack: the same quiet corner where Gladio had brooded in a constant state of exhaustion.
      • No one cleaned up the crates you broke with your body in the back of the alleyway…
    • Prompto: “Go easy on me, ‘kay?”
    • This guy is smaller and more noodly than Gladio. You hope that means you actually stand a chance this time.
      • Nope. Wrong. Bitch you thought. You don’t. One second you’re standing there, getting ready to fight, the next, you’re frozen in place and unable to do anything but watch as Prompto takes a selfie with your petrified body
      • No sooner have you regained yourself than he’s casting Starshell and inflicting you with confusion.
        • Where are you? What are you doing here? What day is it? Who’s President?
          • Why are you asking that? Lucis has a monarchy?
        • You literally end up putting your weapon down and sitting by a dumpster, your head spinning and your thoughts a muddled, confusing mess in your head
          • Prompto sits down next to you and listens to you rant and rave, riding out the status effect until it’s run its course
          • You, Confused: “Why do they call it instant ramen when it takes three minutes to cook”
          • You, Confused:“That’s not instant”
          • You, Confused:  “Does it hurt grass when we step on it?”
          • You, Confused:  “Why are bees”
          • Prompto: “Why are bees what?”
          • You, Confused: “Just. Why. Why are bees”
          • You, Somehow Even More Confused Than Before: “Tissue fabric running tire folder clean”
          • Prompto: *Is trying so hard not to fucking laugh right now. Literally he has never seen someone react this way to the confusion status ailment* “That’s right. Let it all out.”
        • You finally come back to yourself and look at Prompto for what feels like the first time.
          • You: “Did… did I win?”
          • Prompto: “I’d call it a tie.”
    • You don’t spar again that day. You just hang out.
      • You will fight again a few more times! Turns out he’s not so tough once you manage to dodge his attacks and get in close.
        • Punch him! He bleeds!
          • Please don’t punch him. He bleeds. :(((((((
        • The score ends up being 4-3 in Prompto’s favor. You try to argue that the first fight shouldn’t count because of the Status Ailment Hell he banished you to, but Prompto won’t hear a word of it
          • You’ll get him next time
  • You think Prompto’s great! You can’t remember the last time you laughed this much. It feels good to laugh. There’s not much to laugh at in this dark day and age.
    • Prompto gives you his number before he leaves Lestallum. You promise you’ll text him when you remember your passcode.
      • That leaves Iris to once again be an intermediary between you and another Chocobro, though this one is more for fun than it is with Gladio– since most of your communications are related to relief efforts around Lucis.
          • It’s like a “laugh in one eye, cry in the other” situation
      • You guys end up texting so much that Iris can’t take it anymore. A friend of hers in Old Lestallum has an unlocked smart phone and gives it to you until you can unlock your own.
        • The meme-ing gloves are off now. Uh-oh.
          • Group chat with Gladio and Iris. Prompto names the group “Annoying the Amicitias”
        • Where has Prompto been all your life? You’re memesters in crime
  • Fast-forward seven months. Iris bursts into your tent in the middle of the night in tears.
    • Iris: “I just got a call from Gladio. Prompto went with some hunters on a supply run. They haven’t come back. They’re all missing.”
    • You’re getting out of bed and reaching for your jacket in an instant
      • You: “I’m going.”
      • Iris: “I’m coming with you.”
        • Gladio promises he’ll meet you in Hammerhead, and that Iggy’s coming, too.
          • You have no idea who Iggy is, but Iris looks happy about that news, so you will be, too
        • You don’t tell Gladio that Iris is coming with you.
        • He’s going to be PISSED.
          • AT YOU.
              • HAVE YOU NO FEAR

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Last night I made bets with my brothers.

Bet #1: Endgame

My youngest brother, Tim, is a BlackSun shipper, and I lean towards Bumbleby (but we get along well haha…). After dinner, I called him out of the blue.


Me: Say, you like Blake and Sun together, right?

Him: Yeah.

Me: And you know how much I prefer Blake AND Yang.

Him: Yeah.

Me: How about we make a bet? Once RWBY is really over, the one whose pairing becomes endgame wins 20 pesos.

He’s seven, so I had to elaborate on it a few times until he got it, and the smile on his face widened. After all, 20 pesos is kind of a big amount of money for a kid like him. So after I explained the conditions in the most kid-friendly way I could think, he nodded his head grinning excitedly. And to make sure this bet is solid, we spat on our palms and shook hands (after which we rushed to the sink to wash it off hahaha).

Bet #2: On Ilia and the Belladonna Death Flags

This second bet was between me and my other brother, John. We were having a discourse about ep5, and the topic of whether Ilia would do her part in the assassination plot against the Belladonnas or not was touched upon. Being the cynic that I am, I told him Ilia would, but there would be a bit of hesitation. John seemed to rest on the thought that Ilia would go turncoat at the last minute and thwart the assassination. 


Me: How about we make a bet on it? If Ilia pushes this through, you pay me money. If she doesn’t, I pay you.

Him: Make it a 100 pesos.

Me: 50.

Him: Nuh-uh. Too low.

Me: 60?

Him: *shakes his head*

Me: Okay…75 pesos.

Him: Deal. Hah, easy money.

We shook hands after that, and he started laughing like a damn fool.

For the time being, I might have to start saving up in case I lose both bets. I am not very lucky at this kind of thing.


From this reddit thread

“So my friend was dog sitting. I’ve dog sat before and its typical to send videos to the family while they’re on vacation.

After she sent the video she gets this response.“Very nice. But who is in the house with you?”

My friend said, “no one why”

Owner texts back, “get the dogs. If you cant its fine. Get out of the house and call the cops. There’s someone in the house.”

The cops came and checked the house. No unlocked doors or windows. No one in the house. My friend took the dogs to her house untill the family gets back.“

We’re like rivals! You know - Ezor and Acxa! Neck and neck!

So little fun headcanon - Ezor and Acxa lived on the same colony\station and were sorta one sided rivals until that one time they both saved Lotor out of some trouble he got himself into and were offered the positions as his generals.

11:57 PM - Peter Parker

request - alright i fuckin love tom holland so please like a smut where you catch peter sneaking in after dark and he tells you about his whole spider thing while you take care of wounds and such, and he’s like super scared your gonna leave him and so you reassure him and take care of him in another way if you catch my drift, this was real long but yeah thank you 

a/n - yes finally i post a smut fic on this blog and tbh it was kind of fun and interesting to write so i hope it isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

10:46 PM. Nearly 4 hours ever since Peter left me alone in his room. We were doing our Calculus homework with one another until he claimed he got an emergency phone call and ran out the door before I could say anything, taking his backpack with him.

The only thing that kept me company was my textbook and the sound of the falling rain from the outside. May was fast asleep in her room while I was far from that, my heart becoming a mix between anger and fear. I bounced my pencil against the pages of the math book, staring at my calculator as time went by.

I checked my phone again, 10:50 PM. Still no texts, no calls, nothing. I stared at my lockscreen for a few seconds before shutting off my phone and pushing it to the side, growing more frustrated by the minute.

“Dammit Peter.” I muttered, throwing my head back in a fit. I listened to the sound of the raindrops to try to calm me down, but nothing was working at this point.

I huffed and got up from the desk, beginning to pack my things up and call it a night, being more than prepared to give Peter the silent treatment for the next week. Just as I was about to zip my bag up, I heard the locks on the window become undone.

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It’s crazy to me that after all Taylor has been through, all the anxiety she expressed feeling before and during writing Reputation because of forces and judgements out of her control, she still has it in her heart to trust us one hundred per cent? She called the Secret Sessions a sacred space, and now I totally understand. There was a bond in that room that didn’t even need to be spoken. She’s so right though, you can’t know if you can trust someone…..until you trust them. So unless we break this trust, it’s here to stay. We should feel bloody proud of what we’ve got going, here. It’s one of a kind, for sure.

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Alex X Reader

In which Alex becomes attached to the first beautiful thing he’s seen in weeks.

(I’m putting everything else under a cut in case anyone still hasn’t seen Dunkirk!! It may contain some spoilers.)

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Hello, loves! This is my masterlist for all of my Harry writings :) Enjoy! xx - L

* - smut

^ - written, but not posted yet

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It’s stupid, like most of the things Nicky does.

They’re in the car, driving to the mall because buying groceries together is the new height of family-bonding and because Andrew will murder someone if he has to eat vegetable soup one more time, and Aaron took over the backseat. Shotgun wouldn’t be so bad if only Nicky would shut. the fuck. up. 

But alas, it’s Nicky, and Andrew may have only known him for three months but he’s already aware that the day his cousin will keep his mouth close is the day he’s on his deathbed. Something to think about, actually.

It’s stupid because they’re barely at the crossroad and the car that cut their way may have been going much too fast but still missed them of three feet. 

Nicky wasn’t even at the ‘stop’ line yet, but he caught the movement by the corner of his eye - nice to know he can pay attention to the road and blabber their ears off at the same time - and slammed on the brakes, stealing a loud curse from Aaron in the back.

Point is, Andrew saw the car. Andrew knew they weren’t going to get into an accident and he knew, because his cousin is an anxious mess, that Nicky would have made a big deal out of it.

Point is, Andrew did not foresee Nicky’s arm snapping his way. So now he stands still and ignores his cousin’s curses to stare at the limb across his chest, a vain attempt to keep him to the seat and out of the potential hypothetical collision that never happened.

“Fuck,” Nicky breaths one last time before turning once to him and then to Aaron behind them. “You guys okay? That asshole.”

Andrew would call him out, since his driving skills are terrible too, but he doesn’t. He glares at the arm still in front of him until Nicky realizes and pulls it back with an hastened apology. Aaron comments on the other car and the two of them get lost in insults as they start again toward the mall.

It’s stupid, because Nicky is stupid. Because it was clear that they weren’t going to get hit, and even if they got into a car accident for real it wouldn’t be Nicky’s arm that saved Andrew’s life, that’s a given. He would know, he’s already been in one after all.

But Nicky is stupid and this is stupid and Andrew is stupid for the weird thing making his pulse accelerate just a bit.

He scolds himself, because this is no reason to lower his guard, because this is no debt he owes to no one. Just because he would bet that none of his past foster families would have done the same - except Cass, Cass would have, she would -, it doesn’t mean Nicky gets special treatment. At all.

“Okay, here we are, stop brooding and get off the car or you won’t get a say in choosing ice-cream flavors. I’m joking, Andrew, don’t kill me!”

Andrew had yet to glare at him today, he’s glad he’s given a chance to do it.

He only gets off the car for the ice-cream, that’s it. He doesn’t care about his cousin, and he doesn’t care about his chats, and he doesn’t care about an arm around his chest that would do jack shit in an accident. It’s stupid, all of it is, Nicky is.

He changes his mind many, many months later, when some assholes put their hands on his cousin and honest to God believe they could get away with it.

That is really stupid.

it is a wide night and your throat is closed at the base of it. his hand and your hand are two satellites that have lost contact, searching for each other in the bleakness of space and grasping only loneliness. you and he sit in a cooling car and lean the seats back and struggle to say the intangible. you ask him for a secret so for once you can hold a vulnerable part of him. after a silence so long it breaks your ribs he says that there’s nothing in him but horror stories. he tells you to watch your hunger, that even honey tastes bitter when you drown in it.

it is a slow moon. you are alone now and the road is a howl and you won’t put on your seatbelt. your fingers are tight, could explode your bones into the loving embrace of a brick wall. you want to call him and ask him if he has ever accidentally drank his own sorrow because yours is sitting against your voice box and won’t choke down. instead you turn the radio up in the hopes that you will feel something when you listen to this song.

it is an indigo blackness. you never learned how to hold your own body without letting bits of it fall out. your hands are on the steering wheel and at 60 miles an hour if you wanted it bad enough you could come back to dust. when people fall out of love with you they make swatches of big bruised absence and if you were a color you’d be all of that, painted under your toes up to your numb lips. does he know that your smile is a paradox, a sad happiness, an empty full. does he know that you sing so loud to drown the voices out. the funny thing about dying is that humans live beside it until the moment they yank the wheel the wrong way and collide with their end.

it is a venom moment. your mouth is turning into a wasp nest. you are so close to calling him and telling him everything. show him you know what it’s like to be a falling elevator. tell him that you have secrets too and they might have matched him. tell him that you’re a safe place if he needs a person to run to about his brain burning. explain about how even though neither of you has got a steady tongue you can both talk out your ice flows until they melt into the dawn ocean. turn this car and yourself and your life around. bite down on it and suck the snake out.

it is time to go home. you turn up the radio. in the bitter morning, you make yourself tea with honey.


Pairing: Tom holland x reader

Summary: Reader has been dating tom for a while and makes a great friendship with Anthony and Sebastian, so naturally she joins the #RoastTomHollandSquad™ (based on this interview )

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Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t an easy task, but someone had to do it, right?. Being away from him sucked at the beginning, but ever since last year you had started coming to the recording sets along with him and Harrison, so everything worked great for you guys.

Tom loved having his girlfriend next to him everyday, not worrying about distance ruining their relationship, and the fans and press loved you! Even his castmates, whom Y/n had developed a great friendship with.

Following Tom around his crazy schedule had many negatives, such as being sleep deprived all the time, but it also had it’s perks. You got to tag alone as to many of the press events and conventions, such as today’s D23 expo.

You had come with Tom to the reveal of the Infinity War trailer and people had loved it! All the fans had gone absolutely nuts when they saw it, and wanted to know even more about the upcoming movie.

Right now all the cast was being interviewed in pairs about the movie and their characters. You stepped away, trying to give Tom some space and deciding to gander around.

That was until you heard Tom’s name being called, followed by a series of laughs. As you turned around you realised it was Anthony and Seb, chatting with some interviewer.

“Hey Y/n come here!” Anthony called out for you as he turned around to the girl interviewing them “She will tell you how awful he is, after all; she has to deal with him on a daily basis. Can you imagine that?”

You laughed as you approached them, realising what this was about. They were, once again, roasting your boyfriend’s ass with the press.

It all started a couple.months back, when Anthony called Tom a little asshole, and his beef towards him had only increased ever since, dragging Seb along the way. It was pretty hilarious if they asked you.

“Y/n Seriously, how you do it? How can you stand him all day?”

“Well, why do you think I’m not with him right now? A girl needs her breaks”

The two actors laughed with you, deciding to have some more fun at Tom’s expense.

“Was he annoying you? Have you given him his juice box yet?” Seb asked, looking genuinely concerned, but still using his teasing voice.  

“I’m not his nanny! If he wants a juice box he can get it on his own!” You said, trying to look serious and offended before continuing. “Besides that’s Harrison’s job”

This time Anthony, Seb and even the interviewer bursted out laughing at the mention of Tom’s “assistant”.

The interviewer decided to play along with your little teasing toward Tom, joining in the conversation.

“Y/n, you’ve been dating Tom for some time now; how you keep up with his little attitude problem and all the special requests he has?”

“Let me tell you it’s not an easy task, but honestly that why I keep Harrison around, he can keep track of his needs while I enjoy the benefits”

“So that’s it Y/n? You just going to let his best friend take care of his needs?”

“Well, not all his needs if you catch my drift, but any other stuff he can take care off.”

Anthony interrupted the conversation, trying to sound sarcastic about your last comment. He tried looking surprised as he raised both of his eyebrows and stared at the interviewers camera.

“I guess Spider-Boy is a real man now”

“He is, Anthony, but he still acts like a little boy”

“The weirdest thing is” Seb continued, as everyone’s attention focused back at him. “He has this weird personality swings! You can be with Tom the little boy sipping on his juice box, and next thing you know you’re with Thomas the old man who likes his tea without sugar!”

You laughed along saying. “He looks 15, acts like he is 8, but is secretly 64”

You were about to step out of the interview, but Anthony wasn’t done roasting Tom.

“Wait, he likes tea without Sugar?! as if this kid could be any more problematic!”

“Tell me about it” You said as you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “ He is a big problem when cooking dinner. He has this weird diet going on and can only have certain stuff”

Seb laughed as he hugged you from besides while he said. “That’s kid is just a huge problem”

The interviewer had noticed how close you seemed to be with the cast, and decided to comment on it.

“I can feel like there is some strong friendship here! How did that happen?”

Anthony decided to answer on the question as he hugged you from the other side, making you look tiny between them both.

“Well, at first when she arrived to the sets we thought she was going to be a huge diva like her boyfriend, however when we finally talked to her she seemed like a pretty chill girl, right Seb?”

“Yeah, after we hanged out the three of us we decided to keep this kiddo around” He said as he ruffled your hair, with a friendly smile.

“Is that so Y/n?” said the interviewer, trying to get as much info as she could.

“Well, also our hatred for Tom brought us even closer.”

“Well, there you have it folks! An inside on what is working and living with Spiderman:Homecoming Star Tom Holland, by not other than Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Tom’s lovely girlfriend Y/n Y/ln.”

The interview finally ended, as the interviewer went back to her job and you were left with both boys. You kept on talking about random stuff until you noticed Tom approaching you.

“Oh no! The diva is back!”

Anthony laughed as Tom made a funny face at him, while grabbing your hand. You gave Tom a quick peck before you were interrupted again.

“Hey Thomas, you’ll never believe the great interview we just had! And Y/n joined us! But I guess you’ll just have to wait until later to see it”

Anthony had a devilish grin in his face as he stared at both of them. Seb was trying not to burst out laughing as he looked at Tom. The boy looked at the girl with a questioning and confused look, wondering what that was all about, however dropping it as they were called for pictures with the cast.

“Go Tom, I’ll wait for you over there alright?”

“You’re not getting away without telling me alright?”

Finally Tom turned around and went to join the whole cast for more pictures and interviews.

The rest of the day went by rapidly until it was the end of the day and you went back to the hotel with Tom.You got into your room, hoping to get a good night of sleep, however Tom was not letting things go by.

“Hey babe, what was that interview about?”

“Ummm? What interview?”

“The one Anthony just send me through twitter? The one he mentioned you joined”

You got a little preoccupied at the thought of Tom watching it. Sure, it had all been jokes, but you didn’t want him to get angry or fight about that stupid thing.

“We were just kidding Tom- You know Anthony, he started his beef and I- I might have joined them” You kept playing with your hair and glancing down, getting a little nervous at his reaction.

Tom noticed your behaviour as he seated down, holding you from behind. “I won’t get mad love, I know you were kidding.”

You let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding before turning around and kissing him, before he pulled back and asked. “Well, can I see the interview?”

You sighed as you let out a nod and Tom pressed on the link. The title read “Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Y/n Y/ln trash talk new Marvel Star??. Honestly these sites did anything to get a couple of views.

The interview came up showing the beginning without you, until you finally joined and continued. You watched as Tom laughed at some of the comments, and made some faces at others. It was kind of cute actually.

He finally turned to face you as he raised his left eyebrow at you. Great, you could feel a comment coming your way

“Sooo, I’m a big problem uhh?”

He got close to your face, almost brushing his lips next to yours. His eyes had gotten dark and was staring at you with a hungry look as he moved his hands to your legs, gently stroking them. You decided to tease him a little bit as you looked innocently at him, grabbing him by his neck.

“You can be very problematic”

“I’ll show you how problematic I can really be”

Tom finally closed his eyes and kissed you hard, as he pressed you against the couch. He grabbed your legs and lifted you with him, taking you to the bed and dropping you in it, as he got above yo and removed his shirt, kissing you once again.

Yep. Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but hey, someone had to do it.

Being pregnant with Tom's child would include...
  • Finding out the very next day he left for his latest movie press tour
  • Panicking because you knew he’d be gone for at least five or six months
  • “Shit, what am I going to do?”
  • Telling your best friend first
  • “Shit Y/N, what are you going to do?”
  • “Why thank you for your help!”
  • Deciding not to tell him until he came home
  • Him worrying one day he called you because you were extra sensitive and missed him a lot
  • Your mom going to your scans and check-ups with you
  • “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
  • “WHAT THE F-”
  • Calling Tom like every two hours after knowing this
  • “Baby, when are you coming back?”
  • “I dunno, probably in like two months, why?”
  • “Oh… nothing, I just miss you so much!”
  • Crying everytime after hanging up
  • Except one time you didn’t
  • And Tom heard you sobbing your lungs out
  • And he got so worried he took the first flight home
  • He arrived late at night
  • Only to find you laying on your side on the couch, with a duvet, watching a movie and eating chocolate covered popcorn
  • “Y/N?”
  • Dropping the bowl
  • Looking at him with wide eyes
  • “Tom?”
  • “Yeah, it’s me baby, are you alright?”
  • You immediately standing up to run and hug him
  • Your five-month belly already showing under your pajamas
  • Running to his arms and him holding you, shocked, believing he was imagining things
  • But when you pulled away
  • And he saw you
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes
  • “Y/N what the fuck”
  • “…surprise?”
  • Him asking a LOT of questions
  • “How long have you known?”
  • “How far along are you?”
  • “Is it a boy or a girl?”
  • “TWINS?”
  • “Oh my I need to sit”
  • Showing him all the scan pictures you got
  • “Tom… are you crying?”
  • “No, I just, I got something in my eye it’s all”
  • Tom apologising for being absent for so long
  • And calling EVERYONE
  • “HAZ, I’M HAVING TWINS! Well, Y/N is, but, ya know what I mean…”
  • “Mom, guess what? We’re having twins!”
  • “Jacob, oh my goodness, I’m going to be a dad! TWINS!”
  • Him having to go back to work but promising he’d spend every minute with you as soon as the tour is over
  • But you offered him a different deal
  • And leaving with him for the rest of the tour
  • The whole cast of the movie taking care of you by Tom’s request
  • Especially Harrison
  • “Y/N why are you standing up you need to sit down here take my chair”
  • Going back home a month and half later
  • By then you were six and a half months pregnant
  • So, according to the doctor that left you like a month to prepare everything you needed
  • Tom refusing to let you carry anything heavy
  • Preparing and ensambling their nursery almost all by himself
  • You having to rest completely from the beginning of your seventh month
  • And just as the doctor predicted,
  • you went into early labor…
  • …a month and half early
  • “Tom, the babies are coming.”
married part 6- h.s imagine

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Harry smiled as he looked down at his mom on her wedding day as they were swaying back and forth on the dance floor. Anne smiled at her son but couldn’t help but notice that Harry’s eyes would glance over to his beautiful best friend sitting down at a table. She noticed whenever they caught each other’s gaze, they would blush and look away. “Harry” Anne spoke up, interrupting Harry’s staring. “Yes, mum?” Harry asked, his eyebrows quirking up. Anne smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll marry that girl someday.” Harry looked back over towards you. You had your hand placed over your mouth as you laughed at something his little cousin told you. Harry smiled and looked down before he looked into his mother’s eyes. “I promise.”

Growing up, you always thought having the “perfect ending” and “finding the one” was a total cliche. Whenever your friends described kissing their significant other, they would always describe the feeling of being on top of the world. You never believed that you would find someone who would be able to give you that feeling. You never believed that someone’s lips would be able to give you that much reassurance.

Until Harry kissed you.

As Harry’s lips met yours, you finally knew what everyone was talking about. Kissing Harry made you feel like you could take on the world. This kiss alone made you feel like all your worries and all your stress suddenly vanished into thin air. Kissing Harry felt right.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck as you kissed him back. You could feel Harry’s lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bare to have you and further away from him.

When Harry kissed you, his best friend, he felt sparks. His lips felt like they were on fire. Never has he ever felt this way whenever he kissed Kimberly. It was in this kiss Harry knew that you were it for him. It was in this kiss did he realize just how in love with you he was.

What felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away. Both you and Harry were panting from the kiss. With closed eyes, Harry smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry finally spoke up, “I can’t believe I waited so long to do that.”

You stepped out of Harry’s hold, wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly feeing so ashamed. You shook your head as you whispered, “That was wrong, Harry.” As much as you loved the kiss and no matter how magical it felt, you were with Lucas and until the divorce was final, Harry was still married. You could literally see all the color from Harry’s face drain. You could see nothing but horror on his face as he backed into the wall behind him. You watched as his eyes took you in. It was like he was trying to understand the million thoughts going through your mind. You avoided eye contact with him as you stared at the ground, your eyes welling up with tears once again.

Suddenly Harry whispered, “But I love you, Y/N.”

You placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to choke back a sob that was trying to rip its way out of your body.

Harry slowly stepped closer to you. “It’s been a year since you told me you loved me, Y/N. Please, I need to hear you say it again. Please.”

When Harry was met with silence, he wiped his eyes. He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Do you still love me, Y/N?”

You looked up at Harry. As much as you wanted to scream out how much of an idiot he was and that of course you still loved him, you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him that you don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him, you didn’t. Instead you said something you instantly regretted, “I fell in love with Lucas.”

You watched as Harry gasp for air. You watched as he placed his hand over where his heart was as if you actually broke it in pieces. You sniffed before you whispered, “I’m sorry, H.” Quickly, you walked back into the restaurant.

Harry placed his head in his hands as he dropped down to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest as he cried the hardest he’s ever cried. Not giving a flying fuck who saw. Harry felt broken. Not only did he miss the opportunity to be with the love of his life, he lost his best friend.

You stared down at your lap as you sat in a silent uber with Lucas. Lucas was staring out of the window, not daring to say a word. He didn’t have to see Harry but he knew he was there tonight. He also knew that he was the reason why you had tear stained cheeks. Lucas glanced at you before he sighed. He took your hand in his. “Y/N? Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

You looked down at Lucas’s hand holding yours. You couldn’t help but think about how you felt absolutely nothing for this sweet man in front of you. You tried so hard to think about spending a future with Lucas. You thought Lucas was your chance of finally being happy. But after seeing Harry? After kissing Harry? You knew what you had to. You looked up at Lucas’s eyes filled with nothing but concern. You sighed before you whispered, “I can’t be with you anymore, Lucas.”

Lucas let go of your hand. Staring at his lap, he let out an, “Oh.” You shook your head as you inched closer to him. You placed your hand on his knee. “I can’t be the girl you need, Lucas. You’re so sweet and so caring. I don’t deserve you.”

Lucas nodded as he placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly the car pulled in front of your apartment building. You thanked the uber driver and said a goodbye to Lucas before you got out of the car. You started to walk inside until Lucas called out your name. He had the window rolled down as he said, “I hope you get your happy ending with him one day, Y/N.”

You smiled. This boy really was something special. You knew he would make someone feel so happy one day. “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” You said before you made your way inside.

You let out a yawn as you stepped off the elevator, a tray of coffee in your hand. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you saw was Harry’s crying face. Guilt consumed your body as you thought about the lie you told Harry. You knew there was no way that you could fix it. You knew this was officially the end of an era. You sighed, hoping the makeup artist Emma hired for today will be able to conceal a broken heart. You knocked on Emma’s door before Olivia, another bridesmaid, opened the door for you. You gave her a small smile and hug before you walked into the hotel room.

Emma and Niall decided to have their wedding at one of the most beautiful hotels London had to offer, Hotel ZaZa. They both rented a room dedicated to the groomsmen to get ready and a room for the bridesmaids to get ready.

Emma’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw you. She walked over to you and gave you a hug before she grabbed the coffee tray out of your hands. “Y/N! Just in time, it’s your turn to get your makeup done.” You nodded as you sat in front of the makeup artist. The other two bridesmaids were sitting on the other side of the room getting their hair done. Emma sat down on the bed across from you. She noticed how quiet you were as the makeup artist was having at it on your face. “I saw you and Harry out on the patio last night.” Emma whispered softly. She saw the moment you pulled away from Harry after the kiss. She saw how Harry crumbled to the floor as you fled the scene. You glanced at Emma before you looked away.

“Do you want to talk about it softly?” Emma asked. You shook your head as the makeup artist was grabbing a brush. “No. It’s your wedding day. We should be focusing on you right now.” You smiled softly at Emma. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Horan?”

You smiled your best smile as you walked down the aisle. You looked straight ahead to see a very nervous Niall smiling at you. As you walked to where the other bridesmaids were standing, you mouthed to him, “You got this.”

Suddenly an instrumental version of “A Thousand Years” started to play, signaling the bride was coming. You smiled as you saw Emma walking down with her father. You remember when Emma told you that she wanted to walk down to this song, you thought it was silly. You thought it was a total cliche. But after seeing Emma smiling down at her husband to be with tears on both their faces, you knew this song was perfect for him. You truly knew they would love each other for thousands of years.

Finally the time came for Niall and Emma to say their vows to each other. You noticed Niall’s trembling fingers as he reached inside his suit pocket to grab his paper. He took a deep breath before he looked into Emma’s eyes.

“Emma, when I met you a year ago, I knew you were going to be the girl I married. After our second date, I promised myself that I would never hurt you. I promised that I will always be the one to make you laugh whenever you’re upset, to be the one that holds your hand when you need someone to talk to, and to be the one that you can call your best friend. The more that I’m with you, the more I forget the feeling of being lonely.”

As Harry was listening to Niall’s vows, he couldn’t help but look at you. God, he thought. You looked absolutely gorgeous. How was it that everyone’s eyes were on the bride but he couldn’t take his eyes off you? You were stunning. Harry’s eyes started to well with tears as he stared at his best friend. He couldn’t help but think that the next wedding you were going to be at would be your own with Lucas.

Emma cleared her throat before she promised her vows to Niall, “Niall Horan, I have never met someone that makes me laugh as much as you do. Never have I ever found someone that I can truly be myself with. You make me forget all of my troubles in the world and I could never thank you enough for that. I promise to always choose you. Whenever things get hard and whenever you need someone to talk to, I will be your best friend. I will be your wife.”

You wiped away a tear as you looked out into the guests. Immediately you were able to find Harry’s green eyes. You noticed how Harry was tearing up as he was staring back at you. You couldn’t help but think these were the kind of vows you always pictured yourself saying to Harry. You couldn’t get Harry off your mind.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Niall, you may kiss your bride.”

Emma smiled gratefully at you as she washed her hands. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I knew going to the restroom was going to be hard but I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” You let out a chuckle as you were washing your own hands. Emma was practically begging you to help her pee while she was in her dress during dinner. How could you say no to the bride?

“No problem at all, love.” You replied as you dried your hands. You were about to walk out the restroom when you noticed Emma wasn’t following. You closed the door and turned around to see Emma staring off into space.

“Em? You ready?” You asked. Emma looked back at you and smiled. She pulled you into a hug. Confused, you returned the hug. Emma pulled away from the hug and pulled you over to the lounge area of the restroom. She sat on one of the couches and you followed after her. Emma grabbed your hand in hers. “Y/N. Even though I’ve known you for less than a year, I can happily say you’re one of my best friends.”

You smiled, “You’re my best friend too, Em.” Emma smiled before she continued, “In my relationship with Niall, you’ve been nothing but supportive. You’ve supported our love for each other from the start and I will always remain grateful. That’s why, as your best friend, I want nothing but you to be happy. And I know that being happy means being with Harry.”

You were about to object but Emma shook her head no. “When I saw you guys last night, it was obvious how much you guys loved each other. Anyone could clearly see that. When I saw you guys kiss, I was rooting for the two of you. I really was. Harry, he’s a good guy. And you deserve nothing but that. It broke my heart when I saw you run away. And when I saw how devastated Harry was? I thought that was it. I had to get you guys to understand that you guys had to come together, not run away. I know he’s hurt you. But you’ve hurt him too. Talk to him, make things right, allow yourself to be happy.”

By the end of Emma’s speech, you had her pulled into a tight hug. Emma smiled as she hugged you back. You pulled back from the hug as you smiled at Emma. “Thank you for that.”

Harry was sitting down at his assigned table, an untouched plate of food in front of him. He was watching Emma and her dad sharing their father-daughter dance until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find you standing behind him.

“H? Can we talk?”

thank you guys so much for reading! i’ve been getting nothing but sweet and kind messages about this series and when the next part was going to be posted. i hope i did everyones justice! lol i love hearing from you guys! definitely let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! all the love, t. 

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fun fact: for my mom’s wedding two years ago, she walked down to a thousand years lol 


Originally posted by shawndreaming

a/n: Idk what this is and if there will be more, but I’m posting it so.

cold isn’t the word to describe the chill caressing your bones. not even fucking close. freezing, could be decent enough but still, not really. you don’t want to walk to catch the train, you’re begging God to miraculously will a bus to course this street or your friend Tristan to have worked a late shift, but you face a truth harder and colder than the 5 AM air: he never takes the night shift.  It’s always something about the uneasiness that creeps up his spine when someone walks through the entrance past 4 AM. Is it illegal to crave a short stack at that hour?

the trek is just as creepy as it was yesterday, and the 3 years before that you’ve been working at the mom and pop diner and taking the late night shifts. the journey never changes, just the amount of death you wish upon yourself between the change of seasons. “goodnight Melina, see you Monday.” you call behind you, exiting the back door. the dark alley set before you sent a whole new line of chills up your spine. mom always warned you that the dark can be murderous.

the memory of her vice-like grip that used to run through your hand as she picked you up late from the babysitter when you were little, always tingled when you walked someplace shrouded in black. It was like she was there with you, without the embarrassing “be careful, baby!” she’d shout after you if you’d stray a little too far. she knew you’d be fine. you were just like her in every way, so she was never scared for you.

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Sweet Pea Dating a Northsider would include...

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

Originally posted by wheninriverdale

-meeting at pops

-if you’re friends with the gang it’s because you were all hanging out and you laughed at your own dumb joke when you caught his eye

    -elbowing Betty to try to show her the beauty sitting in a booth not far away

    -jughead introducing you and Archie and Veronica are spitting about how    he’s a serpent

     -making a really dumb joke about snakes and P is just not having it

     -”What do you give a sick snake ? Asp-rin !”

-he secretly loves it

-seeing him again when you followed Archie to his stupid red circle tagging

   -”damn. why are you hanging with this flaming bozo”

   -bolting when Archie gets out the gun

-getting lost in the Southside, with the murder still on the lose

-catching up with sweet pea.

   -”what are you doing here North”

   -”I didn’t realize my friend had a gun”

-walking you back to his house

-”could you give me a ride home?”

-”no sorry. my motorcycle isn’t working my buddy is boring it. I can give you a ride in the morning if you want? You should stay here, there’s still the murderer on the loose”

-his bike is actually out back but he wants to spend more time with you because he’s intrigued

-letting you borrow one of his flannels to keep warm

-when you get to school the next day, words out and B and v are concerned.

-”he’s a serpent y/n”

-Veronica despising him at first

-motorcycle rides from his place to your place

-sometimes going to Southside high when you have no classes

-serpents protecting you like jughead

-god one day you’d show up at Southside high and you couldn’t find P so you waited by his locker

-and some ghoul would come up, trying to sell you drugs and ‘hey we should get out of here’

-sweet pea showed up not long after because he was failing English and of course his teacher has to talk to him while his girlfriend was here

-punching the ghoul right in the face just by the look of fear and disgust on your face

-the young serpent accepting you but the old serpent don’t like you as much

-you’d wear his jacket and flannel to school sometimes, and he wouldn’t realize it was missing until he got to school

-calling you while you’re in class

-”babe did you take my jacket again?…It’s fine it’s cute on you but I just need it later”

-the makeout sessions by his locker

-and motorcycle

-and pops

-Later on in your relationship Veronica ships you so hard

-Jughead seeing you at the white wyrm one night and being very suprised

-got he would be such cinnamon roll around you

-watching romantic movies as he kissing you neck

-”god I wish you could be that romantic”

-”a picnic in a field?”

-two weeks later having a picnic in a field

-being nervous if you don’t pick up the phone because all of the events happing

-if you ever got attacked he would get livid

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At one point I had chimichangas as my favorite food on OkCupid UP UNTIL around when Deadpool came out and I just got completely shit on by all these boys calling me a fake nerd girl

Bitch do you know you could have taken me on a date for deep-fried burritos and fucking tell me about Deadpool and then we could have gone to see it together on a second date if we had chemistry?! I love listening to nerds tell me about their favorite characters!!! That would have been a good date!!!!

All these fucking nerd boys shooting themselves in the foot because they thought I was trying too hard when really chimichangas have been my favorite food since I was eleven.

The Mistake (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Wedding In Vegas”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Mason Hewitt, Cora Hale, Corey Bryant & Reader

Author’s Note: This chapter was entirely too fun to write. Probably because I was mildly drunk while doing so…. For my purposes, even though i kind of love Stalia, Stalia never happened in this AU, so Stiles lost his virginity to Lydia. *rolls eyes* whatever. Clearly still mildly drunk while writing this A.N. and am fully team StilesxReader at this point. Um, yea, this is my birthday, fake-relationship mini series present for @fillthevoid-stilinski. The fake-relationship part comes in the next part :)

Summary: Ten years later, Stiles and Y/n are twenty-six and partying in Las Vegas in a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for Scott and Allison, days before their wedding back in Beacon Hills.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by hoech-bear

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Why?” Stiles answered your question with a question. ’The Master of Evasion’, you thought to yourself with an internal eye roll.

“Because that is your third whiskey neat, and we’re only on cocktails. We haven’t even done dinner and the casino yet, Sti.” You said with one eyebrow arched in amused concern.

Stiles stared down at his drink, and then looked up at you. “Have you been monitoring me, Giz?”

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Flirt (Three)

intro one two three four
fuckboy!jungkook, college!au, smut?, angst?
words: 5.2k
member: jungkook  (ft. taehyung)

despising jeon jungkook as he hooks up and steals your best friend away from you.

(credits to gif owner for the gif that kills all)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

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