oh god that line broke me

Fallin for You

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: changkyun, female
genre/warning(s): smut, college!AU, friends to lovers au, slow-ish build? idk i don’t really do slow (is my non commitment side showing up?), fratboy/fuckboy!changkyun, fratboy/stfuboy!jooHEON, church friends!jookyun, voyeur!jooHEON, changkyun’s third leg makes an appearance, church jokes, slightly dom!changkyun
length: 10K+ wth am i doing with my life
summary: [request] in which changkyun is infuriating best friend and sometimes best friends fall in love
a/n: i’m?? this took a long time and it was supposed to be a drabble, but!! i decided to add church puns also holla @urmomstax for being the changkyun slut she is to help me with some dialogue and characterization.

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some things from deh 6/30/17
  • heidi’s voice was so soft and comforting, especially when she said “I thought you could use something a little sooner” when talking about evan’s therapist appointment
  • when jared was making fun of evan’s broken arm, talking about evan scrolling through zoe’s instagram, evan just got really close to jared’s face and went “nothatSNOTWHATHAPPENED” really aggressively and shook his head really violently it was amazing
  • i genuinely thought ben was lip syncing wtaw, it sounded so similar to recording, he’s just so incredibly talented he blew me away in every single scene
  • evan did a little head-hip shake when he said “no way……jose”
  • when evan was on the phone with heidi in the computer lab, he was literally holding back sobs on the phone when she asked him how his day went
  • so many tears when he was writing the note (from both ben and me obviously)
  • the exchange between connor and evan in the computer lab was so gentle and heartbreaking, super long pauses between lines, evan tearing up saying “you don’t have to” when connor asked to sign his cast, you could really tell connor was desperately trying to reach out to evan
  • evan broke down crying in the principal’s office, begging the murphys to take the note back
  • aggressive nodding and confirming at the murphy’s house
  • very loud and rough “KINKY!”
  • during disappear when alana was talking to the murphys, her voice cracked a little when she said “oh my god, he was one of my closest acquaintances” like she was going to cry
  • when evan fell during his speech, he sat there for literally a solid minute just crying. very powerful and extremely moving
  • larry’s breakdown was so intense, you could hear the sobs from him and cynthia so loudly over the music, it was haunting
  • “wOmEN, riGHt???”
  • alana’s line “because i know what it feels like to disappear etc.” was so full of pain and anger, she practically screamed it
  • LOTS of spit from ben in the last few numbers
  • he literally drooled so much during words fail it was kind of impressive
  • “before i lead with the WORST of me” that “worst” was the most painful thing i’ve heard in my life, i saw the bootleg which was pretty intense but this was ten times worse
  • words fail in general was just so fucking painful, cynthia was just sobbing, and i mean REALLY sobbing, zoe just silently crying, god it was just so sad
  • when heidi and evan hugged in sb/ss his shirt came up a little and the tum was Out
  • when he sang “all i see is sky for forever” he was super choked up and teary
  • i could barely see the bows through my own tears but everyone was a little misty eyed i think

what an incredible performance. the best night of my life, no doubt.

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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anonymous asked:

What was Edward and lizzy's nanny interaction all about? Sorry for asking,

Oh no, to me that was the most disturbing part of this month’s chapter. Tbh, it was more upsetting than the revelation of the real Earl Ciel “I’m home” Phantomhive :/

Super rough translation of Paula’s line:

Edward asks where Lizzy is.

Paula answers

“Lady Elizabeth went to the place where she’s supposed to be”

“Young master Edward, what would you do if one day the thing you cherished the most suddenly broke?

I’m just a maid but I have served Lady Elizabeth for a long time. I love Lady Elizabeth, even through her difficult times and fun times. I therefore… can’t bear anymore seeing Lady Elizabeth crying…!”

Please don’t ask me what Paula meant by this, I don’t know either :( This maid is useless, just tell us explicitly where Lizzy is.

What a Beautiful Day

Member: J-Hope // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: She bore his child and so he swore on his life to protect her. His promise was fulfilled.

A/N: My heart is wounded because of you, @kawaii-hedgehog. Originally, it wasn’t supposed to end like that, but then I got a great idea and killed people :)

Warning: Character Deaths.

Words: 3.6k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

Life was a beautiful thing, thriving with colour and emotion that was so deep no human heart could comprehend it. That was how HoSeok felt on a daily basis, only seeing the good of people and places, events and days. Jung HoSeok was a blessed man with an angel-like personality.

Beautiful smile. Beautiful crinkling eyes when he smiled. Beautiful girlfriend. Beautiful house. Good friends. And most of all, a beautiful life, filled with nothing more but love and adoration towards his sweet like honey girlfriend.

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The News - Sherlock X Reader

Requested: Nope.

Warnings: Minor language

Summery: Reader is pregnant, and struggles to tell Sherlock the big news.


Convincing Sherlock Holmes to marry her was hard enough. Y/N really didn’t want to convince him to have kids, because if there was one man on this earth who could reason, it was Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, as she stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand, she realized she wouldn’t have much choice but to at least try. And now, he couldn’t even truly argue against it.

Y/N let out a long sigh, not looking forward to the trial to come. She knew that when he got home, she wouldn’t stand a chance at hiding the secret. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew. But either way, she knew she had to tell him.

So, gathering her courage, Y/N left the bathroom after throwing the test away, making no attempt to hide it. Her husband would find out soon enough. She went to the living room and sat in Sherlock’s chair, trying her very best not to freak out. Tapping her feet, she impatiently waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, she heard the door open downstairs, and familiar footsteps as he arrived. “Oh, god…” she muttered.

As he opened the door, she gave him her best smile, eyes drawn to the dark curls that were even more disorderly than normal. “Hello, love,” he said nonchalantly.

“How was the case?” she asked, avoiding the upcoming conversation.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he strode over to her. “It was… Good. What’s wrong?”


“Oh, nothing. Just a long day.”

Sherlock sighed. “No, something is wrong. What is it? You can tell me.”

And suddenly, all conscious and reasonable thought left Y/N’s mind as her mouth suddenly formed and uttered the words, “I’m pregnant.”

The affect was immediate. Sherlock’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as a look of shock and confusion swept over his features. And stuck.

His face stayed unmoving, eyes not even blinking as Y/N stared up at him. “Sherl…?” She looked at him with concern before waving a hand in front of his face. “Oh, god. Oh god, oh my god!”

Scrambling, she dialed her phone to the only number she could think of that would help. She waited anxiously as it rang.

John’s voice filled the line. “Hello?”

“I broke him,” Y/N said desperately.

“Y/N? Is that–what? Who, Sherlock?”

“Yes, Sherlock! He stopped moving, he’s just staring, John! I broke him!” She began to pace.

“What did you do?”

“I told him I’m pregnant!”

There was a pause. “Are you?”

She frowned. “No, John, I told him for the hell of it. Yes, I’m pregnant!”



There was a sigh on from John’s end. “Just slap him, that should do the trick.”


“Slap him. A nice good one, that’ll snap him out of it.”

She stopped pacing. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now slap your husband.”

She sighed and hung up, turning back to Sherlock, who still hadn’t moved. She muttered an apology before drawing her hand back and hitting him square across the face. He stumbled a bit before he over came his shock and looked up at her.

“You… You’re–”

“Yep.” She looked at the ground. “S-sorry…”

Her head shot up at the sound of his chuckle. “For what?”

“Well, slapping you for one.” She looked down again. “For being pregnant, too, I suppose.”

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. “Don’t be sorry. I mean, as long as its mine.”

She chuckled. “Of course it is. You’re not mad?”

He smiled and held her tighter. “Nope. I was just a bit… Well, shocked.”

I swear to God, I’m shaking, freaking shaking. I’m too overwhelmed by the 13th episode of Riverdale, also the season’s finale. (Don’t read this if you didn’t watch the last episode) HOW DID EVERYTHING HAPPEN, OMG?! Firstly it was about Jughead and the Southside, then Archie and Veronica, AND Bughead make out like, damn hard, I could practically feel that tension … Why did the Serpents ruin it, why, God, that scene killed me guys, please tell me I’m not the only one. Besides, Betty having an older brother? Fred Andrews getting shot? WHAT THE HELL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL SEASON 2?! HOW, AFTER ALL OF THOSE THINGS?! I really think Riverdale is amazing as a TV show after Archie Comics. I fell in love with how the cast portrayed the characters within minutes. 

Riverdale will be a big success, I honestly think this, ‘cause it has all those special “condiments”: drama, teenagers, love triangles, that deep thing which turns into something really big after a worth waiting … I can’t believe the first season is over already. I think you just figured it out that my favorite moments were the ones between Betty and Jughead. Their story became so true, their bond and feelings. GOALS, TRULY. Veronica and Archie, same, so beautiful, cheeky, mysteryous. I also liked the scene where Archie sang along with Josie and The Pussycats. I didn’t expect things to get that lit in this episode, I mean I know that season finales are rough and full of triggers but THOSE SCENES, OH MY GOD. And how I thought (and really liked) to believe that Bughead love story would be cute, innocent, true and all of those little pretty words out there, they really fit them, especially after both’s personality. And them -BOOOOM- seriously, and that kissing scene broke all of my dreams and expectations. It was the most beautiful scene I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I ship Bughead sincerly, this episode was so … Full. 

Howsoever, that “That’s why I love you, Betty” line made me cry. “Jughead Jones … I love you”. I felt like I was under a freaking spell with the look on their faces, Betty’s eyes, Jughead’s messy hair, his slightly parted lips when he said that to Betty … It was so true, they’re both very good actors, I’m seriously excited about what season 2 of this show will bring. Because obviously, season 1 ended with a big excla-question mark. Yup, you heard me. I am shook, I’m a person who gets easly touched by this kind of things, movies, TV series, all of that. I get really emotional, sorry for bursting like that. ‘Hope I didn’t scare anyone here, hah :))) I felt the need to exteriorize my emotions, otherwise I would have exploded. 

 A huge congrats to the cast and crew of Riverdale for their beautiful work and for the passion they put into every episode of it. I only wish good luck to all of them. 

 *I’ll leave that GIF down there because everyone secretly need it.* 🙂

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Thoughts on the Dear Evan Hansen b**t

I finished Act I yesterday so it might be a little rusty, but I just finished Act II, so here goes Act I:

First off: BEN PLATT.  HOLY SHIT BEN PLATT.  This man is freaking amazing.  Give him the Tony.  The range of emotions he goes through, especially at the end…my gods, what a talented man.

“Anybody Have a Map?” is fantastic.  The harmonies.  THE HARMONIES.

“Waving Through a Window” is fabulous.  I relate to it.  That’s really all I have to say on it.

I wish Connor wasn’t such a plot device.  I also wish that the five minutes he’s on stage alive he wasn’t so awful.  But that’s probably a part of many underlying mental health issues.  When he tells Evan “You’re the fucking freak” it seems to me that HE’S the one who feels like a “freak” and is trying to pin it on someone else.

The.  Insanely.  Cool. Jared.  Kleinman.  Favorite character.  FAVORITE.

I think Alana might not have the best social skills.  The story she tells Evan about her grandmother dying isn’t exactly something you tell someone you don’t know very well on the first day of school.  I do like that, though.  Adds a little more to her character.

Evan’s letter to himself HURTS.  The way he wonders what would happen if he disappeared HURTS.  This poor guy…

I honestly don’t really get why Connor gets so mad at the mention of Zoe in the letter.  It’s not like he’s some protective older brother at this point.  Maybe it’s just that he resents her or something.  I don’t know.

Can we just appreciate Jennifer Laura Thompson’s Cynthia?  She is very good at looking miserable.


Evan saying that Connor came to get him when he broke his arm is heartbreaking.  He just wants to believe that he really fell by accident so badly.

“Sincerely, Me” is one of my favorites on the recording but onstage it is just the best.  Mike Faist’s expressions on “I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight”, “If I stop smoking crack”, and “If I stop smoking pot” are PRICELESS.  Also, how is he making his voice so smooth on the last one?  I want to find out how to do that.

Jared’s interjections into the song are hilarious, and so are Will Roland’s facial expressions.  He doesn’t say “Kinky” after “rough” like he does on the recording but I think this b**t is from a preview.

There’s actually a lot of chemistry between Ben, Mike, and Will.  Such a shame they’re not playing real friends.  

When Zoe arrives home before “Requiem” and Cynthia offers her the emails, she says something like “Just because Connor’s not here pounding on my door screaming that he’s going to kill me for no reason doesn’t mean we’re the fucking Brady Bunch.”  And WHAM.  We are immediately reminded of the real Connor, not the one we just saw.  Kind of shaking.

“Requiem” is also gorgeous.  Laura Dreyfuss’s voice is beautiful.  The song is a great exploration of grief (or rather, non-grief).  Go listen to it.  Also, those harmonies.  Holy shit.

“If I Could Tell Her.”  Ben is adorably awkward.  I want to hug him.  I’m not an Evan/Zoe shipper but everything in this song made me think it was kind of cute.  Also, Laura Dreyfuss is one of the most adorable people on this planet.  Protect her.

“Disappear” has a great message, though I feel that “You Will Be Found” is the better song.  Still, nice to see Connor back (or whatever this version of Connor is–a voice in Evan’s head, I guess).

So Evan apparently knows how to tie a tie?  He doesn’t seem like the type who would.

In “You Will Be Found” Evan has index cards but drops them and only starts the song when he starts improvising.  Interesting.

I’m honestly not sure what the message about social media is here.  What is the point?  Is it good?  Bad?  Both?

On to Act II!

Why isn’t “Sincerely, Me (Reprise)” on the soundtrack?  It’s hilarious!  After the “sucking dick for meth” line the light comes up on Jared and he laughs rather evilly.  I love it.

“Dad, are you torturing him?  Evan, is he torturing you?”  I love Zoe.

Larry turns to Evan and says “Women…”  What year are you in, sir, 1955?

I love how “To Break in a Glove” starts with Evan trying to distract Larry from Zoe’s interruption.  

The idea of Connor never using the glove makes me wonder just how bad his relationship with his parents was, especially how young he probably was when it went downhill.  Then again, maybe he just doesn’t like baseball.

Larry’s philosophy of “do the right thing, even when it’s hard” does not take his son into account and reminds me of Ned Stark.

“Only Us” is okay but a little bland.  There’s nothing very interesting about it.

Jared confirming that he is Jewish (”The liquor cabinet hasn’t been opened since Rosh Hashannah 1997″ or something like it) and his Fiddler on the Roof reference (”People want to talk to you now!  That’s a wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!”) made me so happy.  He’s a gay Jewish musical theatre geek and you can’t convince me otherwise.  (This might be out of order, I’m not sure.)

Rachel.  Bay.  Jones.  In the scene where the Murphys offer to pay for Evan’s college tuition.  Her mannerisms and facial expressions are just perfect.  Her constant smiling, grimacing, and cringing are fantastic.

“Good for You.”  Oh gods, this song.  It is ELECTRIC.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard a song this passive-aggressive and sarcastic.  Alana’s lines about how she knows what it feels like to be suicidal and Jared’s “Fuck you, Evan, you asshole!” hit the mark, and that trio is fantastic.  And “Stop it, stop it!  Just let me off!”  And when Evan turns around to see them singing into his face. PERFECT.

Connor appearing to Evan after “Good for You” is really interesting.  He confronts Evan as to why he broke his arm–even the voice in Evan’s head is telling him to confront the truth, even if it is also telling him to continue with the lie.  

The “Words Fail” scene.  My gods.  I think Ben Platt is actually crying.  The way Zoe and Cynthia run past him and Larry just gives him a glare before exiting is beautiful–he’s being abandoned by everyone, and somewhat rightfully so.  And the rest of the song.  Now I’m pretty sure he’s crying.

Evan’s “If you knew what I did, you’d hate me” line (or something like it) to Heidi.  Oh my gods.  This guy is a massive liar and I still want to hug him.

“So Big/So Small.”  Give Rachel Bay Jones a Tony nomination.  And maybe a Tony.  The emotion in her voice towards the end is so raw, and how is Ben not sobbing his eyes out?

I like how Evan and Zoe’s relationship is left hanging–we don’t know if they’re still a couple.  It makes sense to me.  While I do think Zoe wants to continue the relationship, I also think she’s a little cautious about it.

Overall, a wonderful show, but not without its problems in the story and character department.  Sorry for the long post!

Things We Never Say (Karamel)

PROMPT: [anon] Can you write a karamel fic based off the still of Kara and Eve they just released for 2x12. Things look deliciously awkward, making for juicy drama in their human world ( like Mike and Kara not their superhero egos).

SHIPS: Kara/Mon-El

WARNINGS: Angst bruh.

A/N: Okay so I’m sorry it’s kind of short and I’m really nervous and I hope you like it lol it took me a while and I’d love to hear what you think my lovely anon (sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting :/). [takes place just after argument between James and Kara shown in the trailer] Also: GIF ISN’T MINE!

CHAPTERS: One-shot :)


Kara stared, lips parted and brows furrowed at James. She could not believe he was presuming to know her friend. She swallowed and shook her head, standing and turning.

“Kara! Kara, wait–!” He began but she was already out the door.

She kept her eyes trained on the ground. She didn’t know why, but she felt so personally attacked. It was like James didn’t believe in her; like her belief in someone wasn’t enough for him anymore.

She had all these things swirling around inside her; all this fear for his safety and fear for the end of their friendship mixed with everything else in her life she had to deal with. She felt so confused.

“Kara!” A voice called cheerfully, making the Kryptonian stop short.

“I, uh–” Kara blinked, “–Eve.” She said slowly.

The name didn’t seem to have any emotion in it as it left Kara’s lips. But, if the recipient of her tone had known of all the tumultuous emotions raging around inside her, she may have detected a thin hint of disappointment. This was because, as this alien girl stared into the eyes of an effervescent woman with blonde hair and a kind smile, she could feel the organ inside of her chest sinking slowly down into the pit of her stomach.

“Hey!” Eve beamed, completely unaware. “So, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Uh, okay.” Kara nodded, touching the rim of her glasses.

“So, James asked me to go get a layout from downstairs, right?”

“Mhm,” Kara pursed her lips together.

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NC Nights Reports

Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex/Maggie
Rating: T
Summary: National City’s gossip magazine becomes enamored with everyone’s favorite couple and gets the scoop of the year.
AN: For the 250 word prompt: “A third party mistakenly thinks Person A told Person B how they feel and congratulates them for finally getting together.” This is the longer version since 250 words is hard, y’all. Also, total crackfic. Thanks Boxer for the beta.

“Congratulations, you two.” Winn’s voice boomed through the command center, startling Alex and Maggie from where they were conferring over cups of coffee.

“For what?” Alex asked.

“You didn’t see? You were the lead story on National City Nights.” Winn held up his tablet to show an image of the cover of the latest edition of the muckraking tabloid.

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Stories (Namjoon x Reader)

Writer’s blocks are never fun.

fluff, 3.2k words, namjoon/reader, writer au

Your neighbor is a mess.

He only just moved into the vacant apartment across from you, and already he’s dropped two of his boxes and broke about half of his dishes.

“Um, excuse me?” you say carefully, stepping out of your room. “Do you, uh, need help?” You gesture to the great stacks and rows of boxes that line his doorway.

He turns and looks at you in surprise, and you swear to god his face is the cutest thing you’ve seen in a long while. “Wh-Oh, yeah, I mean, if you want, yeah,” he sputters. “That’d be uh, really great.” Awkwardly, he reaches up to scratch the back of his head, shooting a few glances towards the makeshift trashcan. It’s already half full with broken items.

You laugh and head over to one end of the stack, lifting up a cardboard box. “So where do you want me to put this?”

He looks over at you, and then points to the staircase. “You can leave it there, if you want. I’ll bring the box up later.”

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So it’s finally been enough time that I can coherently gather my thoughts about Mark’s tribute to Carrie

Let me just start of by saying that being there in that room for that was without a doubt one of the most heartbreaking, raw, beautiful, brutal, moving experiences of my entire life. I don’t care that I didn’t get into the TLJ panel. There is no way anything from the TLJ panel could have ever compared to this.

I must admit, at first I was worried. The way the announcers were hyping up the room before it actually started was… questionable. I was getting antsy that this was just going to be some spectacle for cameras rather than a real tribute to Carrie.

But then Mark came out. And my heart stopped because holy shit I was in a room with Mark Hamill. As amazing as that was, I hated that it had to be under those specific sad circumstances. But it’s been two days and I still really haven’t processed that I was in a room with Mark Hamill for an hour?

I think five minutes passed before I started crying. And after I started, I didn’t stop until the whole thing was over. I honestly think the guy sitting in the seat next to me might have been worried if I was ok or not (I wasn’t, tbh). I’m not normally sentimental when it comes to death though. Most of the time, memorials end up feeling so cheap or fake to me. But this was… the opposite of that.

I still can’t get over how incredibly raw, honest, and candid Mark was. I know a lot of you all probably streamed it, so I’m not going to rehash every little detail, but just… wow. His smile and laughter was ridiculously contagious. And at the part where you could tell he was holding back tears… oh my god I just fucking broke. I’ve never felt so close to a celebrity in my life and I doubt I ever will again. But sitting in that room it truly felt like we were all sharing grief and healing together, and like the line between celebs and fans was blurred. You could tell that he was going way off script from what he had planned for a lot of it. There were stories he started and didn’t ever get around to finishing because he’d get sidetracked by another memory he wanted to share. It was really nice and surprising to me to see how much Mark truly seemed to be loving being there and talking about Carrie. Even as he started to run out of time there were clearly so many other things he wanted to say that he hadn’t gotten the chance to. And even though it’s definitely the most I’ve ever cried in public, it was also some of the hardest I’d ever laughed in my life. There were no gimmicks, or sugarcoating, it was overwhelmingly real.

There are very few times when I’ve seen such genuine proof of two people loving each other than from the stories Mark shared that night. Just, the way he talked about her, the way his eyes lit up, or he laughed when remembering something funny she did or said… that’s not something you can fake. Even though I was in a room full of thousands of people, it was one of the most intimate experiences of my life. And the part where he said something along the lines of “Carrie loved you. And I love you too.” I was a sobbing wreck. 

I feel like I know Carrie fisher more now, through Mark’s love for her, than ever before. And it fucking sucks because that only makes it harder and only makes me miss her more. But it was also healing, for all of us there, I think. I’m such a sappy loser that I’m crying as I write this but this was just such an emotional experience and I don’t think the gravity of it will ever quite settle for me. I know it’s not my authority to say this, but I can’t help but feel confident that Carrie would have been very happy with that tribute. And I can’t even begin to describe the sort of love I felt for Mark that night that hasn’t gone away since and probably never will. They are both such rays of light in their own unique ways, and I feel so incredibly lucky that they have existed and touched my life like this.

Ok time to stop typing before I make myself cry anymore. This is a little less coherent than I hoped for, but, yeah.

Lost Boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: physical damage, swearing, nothing really I think. Word count:1,591 words A/N: my computer is still broken so I have to write from my phone and I can’t do it as nice as always. Idk if you understand but anyway thanks for everything guys!

I woke up sitting abruptly. The sound of my phone woke me up. The national anthem woke me up. It was Steve calling me. I know it’s kinda obvious he is the Captain America and his ringtone is the national anthem. I looked at my clock and saw it was 9:30 in the morning. I was very tired. I had a fight with Tony a month ago and he punished me forcing me taking vacation. He send me to Vienna. I know right? It is definitely not a punishment being in Vienna for holidays. I hadn’t had a phone from work in a month, we all must think that they need me back in America. But it was Steve who was calling me. Steve only calls me when it’s an emergency. “Agent Y/L/N here"I said with a sleepy voice. "Agent good morning. It’s Rogers here. We are on our way to Vienna. You have a mission” he sounded like forced to said that. I heard a door closing behind him. He would never call me agent. “Steve… Is everything okay?” I asked worried. “Y/N. I need your help. I need you to help me okay? Do you remember Bucky?” Of course I did. Once a month I had to go to Steve’s room to help him with his nightmares about losing Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. Sargent Barnes. Steve’s best friend back in the day, aka the 40s. He couldn’t stop thinking about him since he founded that he was alive and brainwashed by HYDRA. “Yeah… sure. Why?” I was trying to understand the situation. “Because he’s in Vienna. I need you to locate him and keep him busy for a couple of hours. I’m on my way there. We need to find him before someone does. Everyone thinks he’s a terrorist. Please say you’ll help me” he was desperate. “One condition ” I wanted to make this interesting. “Sure thing Y/N. Whatever you want” “I want to go back home. I want to go back to the avengers tower and Tony needs to apologize. He needs to make his suits waterproof” “I’ll do my best. You were the one who jumped into the pool with the suit by the way” “Do you want me to help you or not?” I was teasing my poor friend. “I’m sorry. I’m sending you the coordinates where he was last seen. Keep him busy for just two hours. I gotta go. Thanks” he hunged up. I put on a white dress, white sneakers and grabbed my camera. I was trying to seem as tourist as possible. I walked down to the lobby of the hotel and followed the coordinates of Barnes. I stopped in a flower shop to smell the roses when the florist gave me one. She was an old woman who seemed nice. I smiled and left. I was looking everything like it was the first time I saw it. A wonderful fountain where kids where dancing and playing. I took my camera trying to picture them when I saw him. A few steps from me. James Barnes was standing, looking at the children with a smile on his face. He was wearing dark clothes and a cap. I walked over him. “English?” I asked pretending I was the most clueless tourist in the entire world. He nodded “Will you take a picture of me please?” I spoke slowly and tried to sound understandable. He took the picture of me with the fountain in the background. He smiled and gave my camera back. “Thanks. Do you know where the theatre is?” I was still talking slowly and he laughed. “I’m American too. You don’t have to speak that slowly ” he laughed. “Oh god. You must think I am a fool” I hid my face behind my hands. If I stopped being an avenger, I would make a great actor. I thought. “Maybe, but a cute one” I looked up at him blushing “Come on. I’ll go with you” “That’s so nice of you. Are you here on vacation too?” I asked as we walked. “Actually yes. I’m making an European tour. I’m visiting every country” “Wow that’s amazing. I’ve just arrived and I want to see everything but it’s very hard because I don’t speak the language” he was looking at me with those eyes of his. I knew he was handsome, Nat told me, but he was damn fine. “I can help you with that. I’m staying a few days more so I can tell you places to visit” he was such a gentleman. It was obvious that he was from the 40s. “Will you come with me?” I looked at him and he smiled. “If you need me, I’ll be there” I smiled and realized where were we. “Oh god” I was astonished. It was a theater covered in good. Super old and beautiful. “My eyes never laid in something so beautiful before” “My eyes did” I could feel him looking at me when the heat flew his way to my cheeks. Did he say that for me? “I can’t believe I’m here. Have you been inside?” I turned my head to see him but I got caught with his eyes. I couldn’t stop looking at them. “I have. How about if we go inside to see a play? I believe it’s Shakespeare week. I don’t think your boyfriend would mind” What the actual fuck? “Boyfriend? Who said there was a boyfriend?” I denied the fact that I had a boyfriend and he was happier. “A pretty girl like you should have one” Oh my god. The oldest pickup line ever. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t have one. Every guy I dated broke my heart. I hope my next boyfriend is the last one. If you know what I mean ” I gave him a small smirk. “You’ll find the perfect guy. I assure you that. Come inside. Today is Romeo and Juliet” he extended me his hand and I took it. He was wearing a glove. There I remembered he had a metal arm. I had totally forgotten. “Let’s go Romeo” I joked. He sat in two seats in the back. It was the only thing we could get at last minute. He held my hand but he still had a glove. It would be suspicious if you had only one glove. The play was nice and gave me enough time to distract him and keep him busy. We went out and it was getting late. I had a message from Steve. He was in my apartment ready. “Hey” I said and he looked at me “you never told me your name” “James but everyone calls me Bucky. How about you?” He was so damn sweet. “My name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you James” I said smiling. “Y/N. Do you want to have dinner?” Wow he’s fast. I thought. “I’d love to! Wait. Will you accompany me to my apartment? I left my coat there and my credit card” I’m genius. “Of course. Lead the way, Ms Y/N” I grabbed him by the arm and lead the way. I’d never met a gentleman like him. Super kind and handsome. We arrived at the lobby of the hotel in silence, I felt like everyone was staring at us. I hoped he didn’t notice but he had his face covered with his cap. You could barely see his face. We took the elevator and he turned me around so I could face him. He put his lips over mine and kissed me. He tasted like strawberries. He was sweet but strong. Like strawberries liquor. I smiled against his lips and he did the same. We broke the kiss and he put his forehead over mine. His hands were cupping my face. He was a great kisser. I felt guilty because I was about to turn him into the government. He stopped before our door. “Are you alone?” He whispered. “Yeah… why?” I started panicking. “I think someone’s robbing you” he put his finger over his lips and kicked the door. I was behind him. Natasha and Steve were pointing his guns to us. “Long time no see pal” Steve told his friend. I was still behind Bucky. I don’t know how but he turned around and put me on the ground. He was choking me. I couldn’t breathe. “Who are you?! Why did you lie to me?!” He was squeezing my neck and I was turning blue. His glove broke in the palm of his hand and I could feel the vibranium cold against my neck. He was killing me. He punched me in the face, making me bleed. Steve caught him before he could hurt me even more. “She’s our best agent. She was following orders Buck. She’s not a threat, she’s a friend” Steve was forcing him to stay put. “Soldier don’t fight anymore. We’re here to protect you” Natasha was pointing at him with one hand while with the other one she was giving me water. I stood up like nothing happened to me. I had to act strong. “Sargent Barnes, she’s Natasha and he’s Steve. I believe you know them. They asked me to keep you busy until they arrived here so they could take you somewhere nobody finds you. I’m sorry if I lied but my mission was you. I’m agent Y/N Y/L/N” I walked away hearing Natasha clapping her hands.

Some AU prompts because why not
  • ‘i come to this café pretty much every day after work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when i come in’ au
  • ‘I came to this party in which I don’t know anyone with my friend and oh shit I lost her, wait you lost your friend too? Let’s look for them together’ au
  • ‘…and it turns out our friends are making out with each other, this is akward’  au
  • ‘fuck my car broke down on my way to work god damn it OH YOU HAPPEN TO BE GOING SOMEWHERE CAN YOU GIVE ME A RIDE?’ au
  • ‘I go out biking every saturday around the neighbourhood and we always run into each other, you have a cool bike and also you’re pretty cute’ au
  • ‘I love this movie and it’s the second time I come to the cinema to watch it but shit I accidentally spoiled you while we were in line to buy the ticket, can I make it up to you with a drink afterwards?’ au
  • ‘we share a class at university and you forgot your notebook under your desk but luckily your phone’s written inside. Ps: your doodles are pretty cool’ au
  • ‘my mom told me to bring my little bro to the park and you were also there and he seems to really like you’ au
  • ‘… oh it turns out you’re a babysitter who’s looking for a job? how convenient we actually need one’ au
  • ‘you have merchandise of my favourite anime let’s be friends (or something more because really, you’re hot)’ au
  • ‘we are the only two students in this course for this language but the teacher says it’s okay since we can practice conversation together, help me with pronunciation?’ au
  • ‘I went icekating to give it a try because my friend said it was really fun but I’m making a complete fool of myself fuck I can’t do this, you seem to be pretty good though can you teach me?’ au
  • ‘my phone ran out of battery and I asked you to lend me a message but I accidentally sent it to all you contacts because I didn’t know how to handle your phone, im sorry’ au
  • ‘we both came to this bar to get drunk and forget our problems but wow that’s expensive, wanna share?’ au
  • ‘we’ve been friends  for a while now and I kinda have a crush on you so I invited you on a date to the cinema to confess after it but oh no it turns out we’re the only two watching the movie, akwaaard’ au
  • ‘we got caught by this awful storm and now we’re waiting for it to calm under the roof of a café, want to go inside and have a coffee in the meantime?’ au
Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 2)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1595

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking, maybe like 2 swear words

[Part 1]


“So, what did Auston Matthews say to you after the skate this morning?” Steph asks.

You’re both laid out on your backs on the grass of the soccer field. Dryland ended 30 minutes ago, but you both decided to lay down to rest and soak up some of the sun.

“Oh, nothing much really.”

Steph props herself up on her elbows and turns to look at you. “It didn’t seem like nothing. Your red cheeks in the dressing room afterwards tell me you’re lying.”

Involuntarily, you feel yourself blush.

“See! You’re blushing right now. I knew it!”

“No I’m not.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Drop the whole, ‘I’m immune to guys, all I care about is hockey’ act. I see right through you.”

You avoid her eyes, and instead try to find shapes in the clouds passing overhead.

“Just admit that he’s cute.”


“Fine what?”

“He’s kinda cute.” You turn to look up at her. “But I don’t have time for a guy. The scouts are coming at the end of the summer, and I can’t be distracted.”

Steph sighs. “Y/N, I know you love hockey, but you can’t let it take over your life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You lift yourself up to the same level as Steph, narrowing your eyes.

“I mean - I don’t think you’ve ever done something once for yourself that you wanted to do if it didn’t involve hockey. Did you ever go to any parties in high school?” She stares at you, but you drop her gaze and look down. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You need to just be a teenager for once. Stop taking everything so seriously and just enjoy yourself. Forget about hockey for a second.”

“Yeah, that might be easy for you to say, Steph, but unlike you, I have to work twice as hard to get to the same level as everyone else. My family never had enough money to send me to fancy power skating camps, or shooting lessons. So, no, I can’t just ‘forget’ about hockey. Unlike you, I don’t have daddy’s money to fall back on. This is my one shot.”

Steph’s face goes blank, and you know you’ve gone too far. Guilt twists your stomach.

Steph blinks back tears and stands up, brushing grass off her shorts. “You know what, Y/N? Just because you identify with some underdog persona doesn’t mean you’re better than all of us. Yeah, I’m fortunate to have the opportunities I’ve had, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to work hard, because I do. Maybe it’s better you’ve never done anything other than hockey because nobody would want to hang out with such a bitch.” With that, she turns and stalks off down the hill, leaving you alone with your guilt.

It’s later than night, and you’re at the bonfire social event, but ironically not doing much socializing. You sit alone on a log several spots up and away from the fire so nobody will feel the need to come over and talk to you.

As you sit, clutching your drink, you can’t help but look at Steph, laughing and joking with Alexis and a couple of the guys from Auston’s team. What she said had really hurt you, but deep down, you knew you should have never said what you did. You gaze up at the stars and send a silent wish for her to forgive you. Steph had been your best friend since your novice years in house league together. Losing her would be like losing a part of hockey.

You’re about to stand up, to go over and apologize, when somebody sits down beside you.

“Is this seat taken?”

You don’t even bother to look over to see who it is. You know it’s him just by the voice.

“Now it is,” you mutter beneath your breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” You take a sip of your drink, hoping he’ll get the message and leave.

“So why are you all lonely up here? Why aren’t you with them?” Auston nods towards Steph and Alexis.

“Can I not sit alone?”

Auston raises his hands in defence. “Whoa, whoa, sorry, just asking. I haven’t seen you without your team since you got here.”

You stare down at your drink. “We had a fight,” you say, surprising yourself.

Auston seems surprised at this too, but doesn’t say anything other than: “So she’s got the black eye then?”

“What?” You look at him in astonishment. He’s grinning at you and you roll your eyes as it clicks in. “No, no - not that type of fight. We’re not like you hooligan men.”

“Hey, I take offence to that. Men can talk things out respectfully too, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. So when some guy comes up and slashes your goalie in the head, you’re just going to have a respectful conversation with him?” you tease him.


“Just what I thought. Hooligans.” You stand up, and down the rest of your drink. “I’m going to get a refill. Want me to get you anything?”

“Nah, I’ll come with you.”

You both walk over to the makeshift cooler filled with cans of assorted alcoholic drinks. The coaches organized the social event, but they let the teams do the rest of the planning. Alcohol was supposed to be forbidden during training camp, but it was like asking toddlers to give up candy for eight weeks - practically impossible. The guys who drove to camp themselves had snuck over to the neighbouring town after dryland and picked up a huge load of beer and coolers and such. They had stored it in a huge bucket with ice, concealed behind a bush.

Auston reaches in and pulls out a beer, offering it to you.

“Thanks, but no thanks - I don’t really drink beer.” You reach past him and pull out a gin and tonic cooler. “More of a gin kinda gal.”

“Hmm, a classy lady. I like that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think drinking gin out of a can counts as classy, but thanks.” You untuck your hair from behind your ear to hide your blush.

You’re about to walk back over to your spot on the log, but he stops you.

“Do you maybe want to take a walk with me?” His eyelashes flutter nervously and your heart warms.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, or the discomfort of sitting by the fire and watching everyone else have fun without you, but you nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.”

About a half hour of talking and walking aimlessly around the campgrounds, you guys stop to sit on the dock. You kick off your flip flops and dip your feet into the water. It’s surprisingly warm for the late hour.

You close your eyes and lean back on your palms. The gin swims pleasantly throughout your bloodstream. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. The dock shifts as Auston sits down beside you and places his feet in the water as well.

It’s silent for a long while before he asks: “So what did you and your friend fight about anyways?”

“Nothing really.”

He scoffs. “Okay, seriously. I’ve known you for about 2.5 seconds but I can tell when someone’s lying to me.”

Normally you would clam up, but the alcohol speaks for you: “We fought about hockey, and how I’ve let it take over my life. Steph told me I don’t have fun enough, and that the only thing I care about is getting drafted into the CWHL. But like, it’s so easy for her to say that because she’s always had the money for extra coaching sessions whereas I barely got on the ice at all because my parents couldn’t afford it. Like, if I don’t get drafted, then I have nothing to fall back on: no money, no career, nothing,” you break off, suddenly embarrassed.

Auston stares at you for a long moment. His brown eyes are soft and understanding. “You know,” he starts, reaching over and gently grabbing your hand, “I’ve been there too. My dream is to play in the NHL for the Coyotes. But there’s a line between training hard and burning yourself out. Last year, all I did was skate, skate, skate. If I wasn’t skating, I was shooting pucks in my garage. I neglected my schoolwork, my friends - even my family. I ended up making the U-17 national team that year, and I was so excited. I’d reached my goal, everything was great, and then during my second game I broke my femur.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.” Auston nods, lips pressing together. “It was pretty shitty. But it taught me that no matter how hard you work, or how many hours you put in, hockey can be taken away from you just like that. You definitely need to train, don’t get me wrong, but you also need to take time to enjoy yourself. Because when it all comes crashing down, and you’ve spent all your time alone, nobody’s going to be there for you.” He looks down at his lap, his eyes unreadable.

You squeeze his hand. “Thank-you.”

“For what?”

“For telling me that. And for listening to me.”

He looks back up at you and smiles briefly. Reaching up, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Y/N…” he says.

[Part 3]

you love the sea: part two, lachesis [connection]

setting: non-magical, mythical AU
pairing: marcus flint/oliver wood
word count: 2743
A/N: part two of @flintwoodandco‘s giveaway winning fic! the brilliant selkie’s idea belongs to them <3 like I said, this fic is four parts long, and I’ll be posting the rest of them for the next two days (part 3 on monday, and the final part on tuesday ). (and, of course, another shoutout to my beta @nymphadoraholtzmann!!)

(part one)(you can also read it on ao3!)

I’m not excited, but should I be?
is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
and you love the sea
but what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?

- unbelievers, vampire weekend

Marcus had never quite realized, before, that he could actually be lonely. He had spent his entire life surrounded by friends - other gang members kids, for the most part - and when he had decided to move away, one of the things he had been looking forward too was getting to skip all of their parties and not have to listen to their rambling and complaining and drama. But instead, he found himself… wondering. Wondering if Adrian had ever told Terry how he felt. Wondering if Draco had finally proposed to the fluffy haired girl.

When his phone rang, he took one look at the caller ID and hit answer before he had even decided he wanted to speak to her.

“Parkinson,” he breathed out, trying not to sound as desperate for human contact as he felt.

“Marcus!!” Came the half-shrill excited voice from the other end of the line. “Oh my GOD Marcus you have been gone literally forever, and then you don’t even return my texts? I thought we were friends you know.”

“Pansy,” he managed to laugh in response, “we’ve never been friends.”

“Oh, don’t be an idiot, Marc. You’ve known me since I was in nappies.”

Marcus couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on his face and he headed out of the cottage to sit on his front lawn, just in case he lost cell reception. “Sure, Pans. What do I owe the honor, then, for the phone call?”

He could nearly hear the girl on the other end of the line rolling her eyes, and he couldn’t stop the joy that bubbled up in his chest, just a little, at the reminder that he actually did have people who cared about him. That he wasn’t the only person in the world - him and the mysterious quite possibly not real naked man from his beach.

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Don't be late

@your-lovely-birdHappy summer :) hope you’ll like this little ficlet!

by @letsplaysomethingdifferent

Teen - canon character death

Being strung out, Derek goes to visit his best friend Erica in Beacon Hills. Little did he know that he would meet someone who would change his life.

    Part 1

    Derek had always been one to invent stories. When he was little, he would spend hours and hours modeling little men in playdough and making them do whatever scenario he had in mind.

    Growing up, he always had had multiple notebooks, always keeping one close to hand so he could write what his overflowing imagination dictated him.

    High School years had been the best for Derek. He had joined the writing club, wrote short stories for the school’s journal and was excellent in every literary subject.

    Oh, how dearly he had wished to become a writer. It had tormented him for months before he had been able to talk about it with his parents. But, as he had imagined, Talia and Robert had been against it, saying he would earn nothing and be unhappy for the rest of his life, that it was only a hobby and not something he could live with.

    Nevertheless, Derek had still been able to study English literature and, at the end of his studies, his father had found him an internship in one of his editing company in New York City. The job was fucking hard and tiring but Derek had played along for a few years so his father would be proud, as if everything was perfectly fine. 

    Sometimes it seemed to be so. Derek had made a few very good friends among his colleagues. They would go on holidays together, eat dinner at least once or twice a week. They were keeping each other away from a burn out.

    But most of the time, Derek would go home after a long day of work and burst into tears. To him, his life was nothing but a big failure.

    It had lasted for many years. Subway, work, sleep. Sometimes friends, sex and alcohol. Always the same. Until that 24th of December, when finally going home for Christmas, Derek had found his family house in flames.

    Later, the police had stated that the cause of the fire was criminal. A crazy woman burning everything she could find. She had been locked away and Derek had found himself with nothing left but an economic empire.

    Derek could have stopped working. It was quite the opposite and he intensified his work, spending more than fourteen hours a day at the office, taking no pause to eat or breath a little. It felt like living on his father’s legacy would be a big fraud. And he couldn’t disappoint him like that. 

    It had lasted for a year, until that day in January, when everything had fell apart. Derek had come back to his flat and collapsed on his bed, crying his eyes out. How could he have reached this point?

    Trying to calm himself down, he took his phone and dialed her number.

    « What’s up D? How are you still awake at that hour? »

    « I need you Erica » he whispered.

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    The Argument

    Luke Hemmings Imagine

    A/N: Just a little request I found some time to whip up. Hope you enjoy! 


    “You’re acting like a child Luke, you don’t just get to decide this for the both of us!” You screamed at him. 

    “You know why it needs to be this way, don’t act like you don’t understand because I know you do.”

    “Understand what? That your family is apparently more important than mine?”

    “Stop twisting my words! I just mean that you get to see your family all the time and I see mine only on breaks and holidays. I just want to spend Thanksgiving with my family, why are you making this so difficult?”

    “Luke I understand that’s what you want, but we’ve spent every single holiday with your parents since we’ve been together. I’ve missed out on every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, and every Easter since we started dating five years ago! Can’t you let me bring my boyfriend over for Thanksgiving to meet my family?” You shouted at him.

    “I’ve already met your family!” He shouted right back, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

    “Yeah, four years ago! And we’ve never been back. Besides, you met my mom and dad, not my aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and everyone else that’s dying to meet my long term boyfriend. You’re a big part of my life Luke, but so are they. Can’t you compromise this one time?”

    “Stop making me feel bad Y/N, you know I’m busy. You signed up for this lifestyle too you know! Don’t pretend I’m the only one making things difficult. And it’s not even my fault I’m busy all the time so don’t make me feel like it is!” You could see the vein in his neck popping out, but you were too worked up to care.

    “Oh please don’t act like you have no choice Luke, you can fly your family out to see you any time you want! Can’t you just compromise for once and have Thanksgiving with my family?”

    “No! They hate me anyways.” He spoke shortly.

    “Yeah, because they don’t know any better. They know the rockstar Luke Hemmings from the tabloids, not the Luke my sweet, dedicated boyfriend. They met you one time when you picked me up to go on a date, that’s all they know. For all they know, you’re the playboy the press makes you out to be, seeing as though you never come around enough for them to know any better.” You spoke with malice, holding the tears back the only way you knew how; by shouting even louder.

    “Y/N you always do this, don’t be a fucking bitch. We’re going to Australia for Thanksgiving and that’s final.” He crossed his arms, chest heaving and throat aching from all the yelling. You two hadn’t fought like this in a long time and Luke didn’t think he had ever seen you as angry as you were when he uttered that ultimatum.

    “You know I don’t even know why I bother being in this relationship, because it seems pretty one sided to me. You know ever since the band took off, it’s like all of my needs come second to you and your rockstar universe and I’m sick of it. I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving without a girlfriend.” You spat before turning on your heel and exiting the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.

    “Fine!” He yelled after you, but he doubt you heard him. Luke let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding before releasing a cry of frustration he was sure the whole building could hear, tearing at his hair and kicking a dining chair across the room. He hated fighting with you. You always knew just how to make him feel guilty and he always ended up saying things he didn’t mean. Though suddenly, Luke’s eyes widened at the realization that you had just left him. Neither of you had ever walked out of an argument before. Usually you just yelled at each other about something stupid until one of your apologized and you ended the night with killer make up sex.But now, the only thought running through his mind was the question as to whether you left him for Thanksgiving, or for forever. He prayed to God it wasn’t the latter. You were to precious to him to allow you to walk out.

    Anxiously, Luke picked up his phone and dialed your number. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. He called again and this time it rang twice before he heard your sweet voice telling him to leave a message. Clearly, you were ignoring him. He called a third time, only this time it went straight to voicemail. Great, you had turned your phone off. Sighing, he hung up before opening the message ap and shooting you a text.

    I’m so sorry :-(. Pls come home.

    He groaned in frustration before he began dialing the number of your best friend. He knew that’s where you had to be.

    “Um, hello?” Her high pitched voice rang through the speaker and Luke breathed a sigh of relief that she had actually picked up.

    “Mary, hi, uh, it’s Luke.” He gasped into the phone.

    “Hey Luke.” She noticeably sighed on the other end and he heard a voice in the background whispering something.

    “Is Y/N there?” He heard some scuffling in the background before he picked out a voice that could only belong to you.

    “I don’t want to see him.”

    Her dismissal of him hurt a lot more than he thought it would and Luke hung his head, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Please, I need to speak with her.”

    “Just a second Luke.” Mary snapped, before whispering back to you. “He sounds so sad Y/N, c’mon just give him a chance.” She whispered to you, holding her hand over the phone so Luke wouldn’t be able to hear. 

    “You didn’t hear the things he said or how he said them.” He heard you mumble and his heart broke at your melancholy tone. There was more mumbling and scuffling coming from the other line before Mary came back on the line, her voice barely above a whisper.

    “She doesn’t want to talk right now, but between you and me I’m taking her out to the club tonight around eight okay?”

    “Oh my god, thanks so much Mary.”

    “Yeah, yeah just don’t screw this up.” She scowled before hanging up on him. Luke chuckled before hanging up the phone and rushing upstairs to put on some nicer clothes. He was going to win you back if it was the last thing he ever did.


    The pounding beat of the club remix pounded through his ears as Luke scoured the floor for you. He hadn’t had any luck so far, but he wasn’t giving up hope quite yet.

    Just as he was taking another sip of his drink, he saw Mary’s familiar curly head of hair dragging another figure dressed all in black behind her. Even from here, Luke could tell you just didn’t look the same. You didn’t look excited to be here like you usually were when Luke took you out, but instead like this was the last place on earth you wanted to be. Mary pulled you through the crowd and Luke watched, getting up from his seat and making his way over to you. But as soon as your eyes locked with his hopeful baby blues, a scowl appeared on your face and you yanked your hand out of Mary’s grip.

    “You told him we were coming?” You growled fresh anger coursing through your veins.

    “Y/N please don’t be mad. I just want you guys to talk.”

    “That was not your decision to make.” You hissed, shooting a glare towards Luke.

    “Baby come on I-” Luke started, but you cut him off.

    “I don’t want to hear it.” You snapped, rendering Luke silent. “I’m leaving.” You turned on your heel and began marching out of the club. Mary shot him a sympathetic glance before he took off running after you.

    You had already gone out the back door of the club by the time he got to you, the fast click of your stilettos the only sound reverberating through the darkness. Luke couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He hated that you were still angry with him, but damn you were cute when you were mad.

    “Baby where are you going?” Luke exhaled.

    “Away from you.” You spoke soundly, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. Your little black dress may be cute, but it wasn’t warm enough for this cold October weather.

    “C’mon baby I said I was sorry.” He whined, but you only walked faster.

    “No actually you didn’t say anything.” You huffed.

    “Well maybe if you would give me a chance to say it then we could both go home.” He was beginning to tire of your refusal to forgive him.

    “Don’t pretend like it’s going to be that easy Lucas.”

    Oh shit. You only ever called him Lucas once before and that was the angriest you had ever been at him. There’s no way he wanted to repeat that incident, so he figured it was time to start groveling.

    A clap of thunder jolted the both of you, echoing through the quiet night. Luke suddenly felt a raindrop hit his cheek and within three seconds the skies opened and rain fell like a hurricane around you two.

    “Motherfucker!” You shouted. It had also been awhile since he heard you swear. “Is this how the day is going to go!?” You shouted to no one. As if the universe had taken the challenge, Luke heard the a sharp snap and watched as you went down to the pavement. The heel of your shoe had just broken and so you sat in a puddle of water, hair clinging to your face and mascara running down your cheeks. You struggled to get up, standing with a broken fervor.

    Luke took this opportunity to shrug off his jacket and gingerly place it around your shoulders, scared as to how you would react to his peace offering. Frowning, you molded your body into the fur lined jacket and Luke, taking this as a sign of your tolerance of him for the time being, scooped you into his arms and held you close, shielding you from the wind and rain allowing himself to take the brunt of it instead.

    After about ten minutes of walking in complete silence, Luke was able to hail the two of you a cab. An even quieter taxi drive and elevator ride later, the two of you were back in your apartment and you still hadn’t spoken a single word to him. Your expression was unreadable as you stripped yourself of the soaked dress. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, you tromped downstairs, leaving Luke alone in the bedroom. He had to think of a really great way to apologize before you left him for real.

    Tentatively, Luke made his way downstairs after you where he found you sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. The sound of your sneeze, followed by the saddest little sniffle he had ever heard. As quiet as he could, Luke made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a can of soup to heat over the stove. He also began brewing a cup of tea, making it just how he knew you liked it. After they were all warm, he placed them on a tray along with a small flower you kept in a vase next to the sink. He carried the tray into the living room snagging a blanket off the back of a chair before he snuck over to you and placed the tray on the table and spread the blanket over you.

    “What are you doing?” You halfheartedly mumbled, almost too tired and too sick to be mad anymore.

    “What I should have done earlier.” Luke knelt down in front of you, taking your hand in his before taking a deep breath. “Baby I am so sorry that I acted like a selfish prick and called you names. I didn’t mean anything I said and you’re completely right it was selfish of me to always put my needs in front of your own and I promise to listen to you more from now on. Darling, please forgive me? Oh and I’ve decided to fly my family up here so we can all have Thanksgiving at your house together. That is, if you’ll still have me.” He rambled, his soft blue eyes begging for you to take him back.

    You couldn’t help but to offer up a soft smile at your boyfriend, so desperately and literally begging on his knees for your forgiveness. What could you say? You loved the boy, now matter how big of a dick he could be sometimes.

    “You really mean it?” Your face lit up at his suggestion and Luke beamed.

    “Of course I do baby. I’d do anything for you sweetheart.”

    You sighed, throwing your arms around him and pulling him towards you, his head hitting your chest since he was still on his knees.

    “And I’m sorry for being petty and ignoring your calls and blowing everything out of proportion. But thank you for apologizing and of course I forgive you. And don’t be silly I definitely still want you there for Thanksgiving. I was just mad so I said what I knew would hurt you.” You frowned, guilt taking over you now that you realized he had thought you had broken up with him.

    “I love you sweetheart.” Luke placed a warm kiss on your lips before plopping down on the couch next to you and pulling to tray on to his lap. “I know you’re catching cold, and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it so I made you some soup and tea with honey.”

    “Ugh you’re so good to me.”

    “Only because you deserve it babe.” He leaned down to kiss your temple before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him as you slurped the soup, humming in content.
    Perhaps you and Luke weren’t the perfect hollywood couple and maybe sometimes you argued over petty things, but goddamn were the two of you in love.



    200 Sentence Prompts!

    message me a number and a guy/girl (hamilsquad or hamilcast) and I’ll write a fic!! (p.s I used feminine pronouns for these but if you want me to use masculine/gender neutral pronouns just tell me in your request and I’ll use them :))

    1. “I kinda sorta maybe like you.”
    2. “You’re my favorite person.“
    3. “You know that, right?”
    4. “I’m gonna kill you!”
    5. “What the fuck happened here?”
    6. “Please…don’t go.”
    7. “Stay the night?”
    8. “You’re such a loser.”
    9. “Why do you hate me?”
    10. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
    11. “How dare you?”
    12. “Excuse me?”
    13. “Make me.”
    14. “Can you not?”
    15. “Care to explain?”
    16. “Okay…sounds fake but okay.”
    17. “Why are you filming?”
    18. “Delete that. Immediately.”
    19. “You spent $340 on what?”
    20. “Why. Just…why.”
    21. “Oh, and by the way? I love you.”
    22. “You look so good in that.”
    23. “If you want me to stop, then say so. But I don’t think you want me to.”
    24. “Can I kiss you?”
    25. “Currently dying. Bye.”
    26. “Don’t touch me.”
    27. “Get the hell away from me.”
    28. “What are you afraid of?”
    29. “If that’s not dedication I don’t know what is.”
    30. “How do I put this simply? I despise you.”
    31. “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me God!”
    32. “What are you wearing?”
    33. “You’re being ridiculous!”
    34. “You’re just like them!”
    35. “What song is this?”
    36. “That might just be the worst pick up line I have ever heard. Congrats.”
    37. “You have invented a new kind of stupid.”
    38. “I sure don’t remember having a dog.”
    39. “Why are you under a table?”
    40. “Where are you?”
    41. “I’m DYING.”
    42. “Are you bleeding?”
    43. “How often does this happen?”
    44. “Oh my God, someone call an ambulance/medic!“ (depending on the time period)
    45. “Did you just hiss at me?”
    46. “You can’t spend the rest of your life inside.”
    47. “Watch me.”
    48. “Is that a dare?”
    49. “Is that my shirt?”
    50. “Can I have my stuff back?”
    51. “You broke my heart.”
    52. “________ is rolling in their grave right now.” “…________ isn’t dead?” “They are to me.”
    53. “I’m sorry I kicked you in the balls. It might happen again.”
    54. “Nobody cares??”
    55. “Are you drunk?”
    56. “You’re drunk.”
    57. “You’re a woman?”
    58. “…you have a sister?”
    59. “You’re their sister?”
    60. “FIGHT ME.”
    61. “Why is if I’m the one who always has to stop you from getting into fights?”
    62. “Get out!”
    63. “Please don’t hurt him!”
    64. “Please, don’t hurt yourself.”
    65. “I can’t take it anymore!”
    66. “That’s gotta hurt.”
    67. “Are you hurt?”
    68. “Who hurt you?”
    69. “Can we please just go home?”
    70. “It’s an honor to meet you.”
    71. “It’s you. It’s actually you.”
    72. “I love your tattoos.”
    73. “Go to prom with me?”
    74. “Did you just admit you love me over text? Lame.”
    75. “What did you just say?”.”
    76. “Come back to bed?”
    77. “Sing it!”
    78. “Everyday is Halloween if you’re dedicated.”
    79. “OTP.”
    80. “Just make out already.”
    81. “Can I do your makeup?”
    82. “I can fight my own battles.”
    83. “Get out.”
    84. “Get help!”
    85. “Hey, hey, hey, stay with me.”
    86. “Hold my hand.”
    87. “I think your parents like me more than they like you.”
    88. “Can I have your number?”
    89. “Fuck it up!”
    90. “You’ve ruined everything!”
    91. “It’s all your fault!”
    92. “Dance with me.”
    93. “Nobody needs to know.”
    94. “It’s yours.”
    95. “It’s not yours.”
    96. “I’m yours.”
    97. “I am nobody’s but my own”
    98. “Talk to me like that again and I’m leaving.”
    99. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
    100. “I’m tired of moping around and waiting for things to get better. So I’m going to make things better for myself.”
    101. “Please tell me you’re not courting/dating him.” (once again, depending on the time period)
    102. “We need to be quiet.”
    103. “You don’t understand.”
    104. “What were you doing in there?”
    105. “I’m fine.”
    106. “We’re not fine!”
    107. “Everything is falling apart at the seams!”
    108. “You wanna come over here and say that to my face?”
    109. “This means nothing.”
    110. “You sure about that?”
    111. “Can you come over?”
    112. “Are you…naked?”
    113. “That’s the weirdest thing you could possibly say in this situation!”
    114. “What were you thinking?”
    115. “You could have died!”
    116. “Where is she?”
    117. “I’ll do anything.”
    118. “Please don’t hurt her.”
    119. “You’re going to be a father.”
    120. “I’m so sorry it had to be this way.”
    121. “Hold me back!”
    122. “This is, like, the fifth fight you’ve gotten into this week. Calm down.”
    123. “I love you, asshole!”
    124. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.“
    125. “You should have told me.”
    126. “Please don’t leave me.”
    127. “I waited for you.”
    128. “You broke a promise.”
    129. “If you walk out right now it’s over.”
    130. “Keep it in your pants, for crying out loud!”
    131. “What if someone hears?”
    132. “Everyone heard.”
    133. “Everyone knows.”
    134. “You’re so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”
    135. “Don’t throw away your shot.”
    136. “You stalled. He didn’t. Deal with it.”
    137. “If I never see you again, I want you to know I love you.”
    138. “What do you mean she’s missing?”
    139. “It’s you.”
    140. “That was not supposed to be sent to you.”
    141. "I don’t remember asking you.”
    142. “Are you going to the party?”
    143. “She’s pregnant?”
    144. “What did they do to you?”
    145. “I’m going to kill him.”
    146. “You deserve so much better”.
    147. “Take it off.”
    148. “Can we make this official?”
    149. “Are you free tonight?”
    150. “How was your date?”
    151. “And now I have a hickey. Thanks.”
    152. “Who gave you that hickey?”
    153. “Can you please stop giving me hickeys?”
    154. “Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.”
    155. “We are not naming our child after my rival.”
    156. “I’m about to go into labor and the father isn’t here. So yeah, I’m not doing that well!”
    157. “I swear to God if you don’t show up in the next five minutes I’m naming this baby ___________” (depending on the rival)
    158. “Can you believe we made this?”
    159. “You say the dumbest things and it’s adorable.”
    160. “Talk to me.”
    161. “May I have this dance?”
    162. “I do believe you are the most beautiful girl here tonight.”
    163. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t say hello before the night is over.”
    164. “Lord, help me through this night.”
    165. “What do you mean we’re locked in?”
    166. “Just do it.”
    167. “I can’t believe it, I’m getting married today.”
    168. “I’m married.”
    169. “You know you don’t love him, so why do you pretend?”
    170. “You deserve happiness.”
    171. “You deserve everything you have, darling.”
    172. “Just hold me.”
    173. “I just want to hold you.”
    174. “I can’t sleep without you in my arms.”
    175. “You got arrested?!”
    176. “This is so gonna get you arrested.”
    177. “Come on, live a little!”
    178. “Asl? ;)”
    179. “I swear to God he’s the most annoying person on this planet.”
    180. “He’s my brother.”
    181. “Since when do you have a brother?”
    182. “Holy shit, boobs.
    183. “You’re like, freakishly tall.”
    184. “Aww, you’re so short!”
    185. “Your eyes are gorgeous.”
    186. “I love your hair!”
    187. “Keep doing that and you’re gonna regret it.”
    188. “After everything that happened, I don’t regret a single moment of it.”
    189. “I still love you, even after what you did.”
    190. “I still love you, but I can’t do this.”
    191. “You don’t love him and you know it.”
    192. “I don’t love him, I love you!”
    193. “I swear to God I will never love anybody else.”
    194. “Yeah, I love you, but you know what? I wish I didn’t.”
    195. “Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.”
    196. “And to think, none of this would have happened had I not spilled coffee all over you that one Monday morning.”
    197. “Marry me?”
    198. “Marry me.”
    199. “I was gonna marry her.”
    200. “I do.”

    bunila-pudding  asked:

    Rodrick for ask meme

    kfjgsnnjfg nICE OKAY

    • Why I like them: how could u not, hes gorgeous hes the emo guy of my dreams man
    • Why I don’t: he left diary of a wimpy kid and broke my heart
    • Favorite episode (scene if movie): all of the scenes he’s in from the first three movies obviously
    • Favorite season/movie: Rodrick Rules obviously

    Favorite line: 


    • Favorite outfit: this one. soo hot 😩😩💦💦💦
    • OTP: idk
    • Brotp: my boy Gregory and him. Rodrick Rules gave me some serious feels u know what I’m sayin
    • Head Canon: ???idk?????????
    • Unpopular opinion: Loded Diper is a really good band name
    • A wish: I wish they would get rid of the new Rodrick and bring my emo dad back

    • An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: the oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen moment already happened so idk what to say

    • 5 words to best describe them: The Original, Real Rodrick Heffley
    • My nickname for them: #MyRodrick