Imagine Jim, confident as he is, sometimes getting insecure about his weight and Spock just being like, “Nonsense, you are beautiful” and then kissing Jim everywhere and Jim laughing and saying, “You can’t possibly kiss-oh that tickles- all of me. Isn’t this illogical?” and Spock’s eyes would speckle with that devious glint of their’s and he would kiss Jim’s lips and think to him through their bond, It made you smile, therefore there is nothing illogical about it. 

I just realized something

A lot of the xmen ships are kinda like disney couples

Hannah and I

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Jean and Scott

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Kurt and Jubilee

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Hank and Alex

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Lala and Peter

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Rogue and Charles

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Bond has held too many people as they died.

He’s holding Q now, the smaller man bloodied and bruised, driven to the point where he can’t feel anything anymore, and Bond hates himself so god damn much.

The boffin had been kidnapped. Not even for his position in MI6 either, a fate all of them had accepted when signing their contracts, but simply because he had been seen entering Bond’s flat. It’s unfair that any sort of tie with him should put the people he loves in danger, and the agent is so close to leaving everyone behind. He’s a plague to those he cares about, brings nothing but destruction, and it’s simply not worth it. If he truly cared about his friends he would leave. He cares about Q above all else, and even carrying him out of the abandoned school house he had been kept in feels like a sin.

Q doesn’t die, and it’s a miracle Bond doesn’t deserve.

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I’ll Follow You Into The Dark

Prompt:  Phil and Dan are having a conversation about who would take the other’s last name if they ever got married, and the conversation ends with one of them proposing to the other.

Warnings: None. But you’ll probs die of fluffy fluff.

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: Credit to kvttvns for co-writing this on omegle. She’s super sweet. Also I may or may not have referenced Death Cab for Cutie in the title.


You: “Oh no, Bear, you’re definitely taking on my name. I’m older after all.” Phil grinned in his usual adorable, lopsided way. They had been debating for the past quarter of an hour about who would take whose last name if they ever got married. Phil had to say, Dan Lester had a ring to it.

Stranger: Dan frowned and shook his head. “No way! Dan Lester?” he wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Now, Phil Howell on the other hand… that sounds like something!” he grinned, pouting a little up at Phil, the way he always did when he wanted something. “Aw c'mon, age doesn’t matter! And you’re not /that/ much older than me!” he insisted, crossing his arms stubbornly.

You: Phil almost cooed at how adorable Dan looked at that moment. “But Bear…” He trailed off, running his thumb along Dan’s cheekbone. “Dan Lester. You’ll be mine, and all the world would know. Now THAT would be something, don’t ya think?” He looked at him like a cute puppy through his fringe.

Stranger: Dan smiled a little under Phil’s touch, eyelids fluttering closed. He let out a soft sigh. “But what about Phil Howell? You’d be mine, and everyone would know that” he whispered, reaching up to hold his hand against his face. “That’d be just wonderful” he said softly, gently turning his head to press a soft kiss to Phil’s hand before looking up at him again.

You: "I think…“ He took a deep breath, bracing himself and cleared his throat. "Does it really matter? I mean, getting married is something sacred. Last names don’t really have such an enormous importance now, do they?” Phil said zeroing in on those eyes that almost provided him a mirror to his very soul.

Stranger: Dan looked back up at him and smiled a little. “Guess not” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll still love you no matter what my, or your name is” he promised quietly. He chuckled at a sudden thought. “Hey, I’ll flip you for it” he giggled, smiling excitedly up at Phil

You: "Seriously?!“ He chuckled in surprise, looking down at his excited boyfriend. "Okay, then. Heads Dan Lester, Tails Phil Howell, okay?” He said, shaking his head and still grinning, not able to believe they were actually doing this.

Stranger: Dan grinned and nodded, getting up on his knees and grinning excitedly back at him. “Seriously!” he fished a pound coin out of his pocket, holding it out in his palm. “For whenever it happens” he whispered softly, a little pink at the idea of marrying Phil

You: "For whenever it happens", he agreed. Little did Dan know, however…

Stranger: Dan grinned and flipped the coin, catching it in his hand and covering the result up with his other hand. Looking up at Phil, he giggled softly, biting his lip. “Ready?” he asked quietly, wanting to find out together

You: "Yes.“ He said almost shyly, stroking Dan’s hand with his own and urging him to reveal the result. As he’d said before, he would be ecstatic with whatever it was.

Stranger: Dan raised his hand and revealed the shining coin. "Heads” he whispered, looking yup at Phil and giggling excitedly. “Dan Lester!” he said excitedly

You: "Oh gosh.“ He reached to hug Dan in an embrace that spoke volumes about togetherness and never letting go. "Okay, okay. Dan? I need to say something to you.” Phil unclasped himself from the hug and looked at Dan’s beautiful eyes.

Stranger: Dan hugged him close, chuckling and kissing his cheek. “I love you” he whispered, though frowned as he pulled away. Dan raised his eyebrows. “What is it Phil?” he asked nervously, pushing his hair back

You: "I uh, have been meaning to ask you for a while. Daniel James Howell.“ Phil gulped, reaching for a tiny box on his bedside table. "I…” He scrambled off the bed where they’d been previously sitting and got down on one knee on the floor. He wordlessly held up the expensive-looking box to his boyfriend.

Stranger: Dan’s eyes widened as he watched Phil grab the box. A ring? Could it be? Was he finally going to propose?“ Dan covered his mouth, eyes teary as Phil got down onto one knee. He turned bright red, staring down at the box. He dropped his hands after a few moments of silnce. He wasn’t proposing. Dan raised an eyebrow. "Um… Phil?” he asked softly, biting his lip as he looked up at him. “What’re you doing?” Traditionally, you were supposed to open the box, show the ring and ask them to marry you.

You: "I’m absolutely terrified, you have no idea, Bear.“ Phil said, his voice on the verge of shivering. "Daniel James Howell.” He opened the box, and a quaint little diamond ring peered back at him. “Will you do me the exquisite honour of marrying me?” He finally ground out the words, and looked up at Dan, almost frightened of his answer.

Stranger: Dan smiled softly down at him, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally spoke the words he’d been waiting years to hear. He looked down at him, heart swelling. “Phil.” he leaned over, tilting his face up to look at him. “Don’t be scared. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you, you spoon” he flushed red, giggling as a tear swept down his cheek. “I love you.”

Stranger: Dan smiled softly down at him, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally spoke the words he’d been waiting years to hear. He looked down at him, heart swelling. “Phil.” he leaned over, tilting his face up to look at him. “Don’t be scared. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you you spoon” he flushed red, giggling as a ter swept down his cheek. “I love you.”

You: “Really?” exclaimed Phil, his eyes filling over with tears. “Oh, Dan!” He got up and kissed him full on his mouth. He leaned away from Dan and put the sparkly jewel on his finger.

Stranger: Dan grinned against his lips, unable to stop smiling. He held him as close as he could, never wanting to let go. He gasped at the feeling of the cool metal around his finger, holding it up and smiling. “It’s beautiful” he whispered in awe

You: "As are you, Dan Lester.“ Phil tried it out for the first time when it was actually true. He felt a blossoming warmth in his chest and he giggled, carefree as a child in this moment.

Stranger: Dan blushed wildly at the new name, giggling as he pulled him close. "Not yet Romeo” he giggled, kissing any inch of Phil’s pale skin he could reach. “I love you so much.”

You: “And I, you, Bear.” Phil said lovingly, savouring up this moment. All the years of longing and desire and pure love had led up to this exact moment. He felt almost unreasonably happy for the first time in his entire life.

I'm in like with you

One shot for Day 6 ereani week : Passion & Love

Her breathing started to escalate. Heart beating faster than usual. And that is twenty times more faster than usual considering what she really is. But even so her stoic expression remained. She followed him here for one reason and damn it she was going to do it.
Annie balls her fists and blurts out the unforgiving and slightly satisfying truth. 

You like me.” 

The boy in front of her, the suicidal bastard Eren Yeager, merely quirks an eye brow. The blonde girl is a bit taken back by that reaction but remains passive. Where’s the ‘awkward boy with a crush’ look of surprise she was expecting? Eren puts down the heavy crate of gasoline canisters that Shadis had ordered him to retrieve and dusts off his hands. 

“True. But uh, I believe you liked me first.” He replies. Wait. He did not just go there. He doesn’t even know. He’s not supposed to know. 

Annie fought the urge to wipe that smug expression off his face. The audacity of this stupid boy. 

“You don’t know me.” Her tone had a bite to it, she crosses her arms, and looks up directly into his pretty green eyes. Stupid pretty green eyes. 

But as it may have had an effect a year ago and have this brat quaking in fear; it does nothing to him now. They’ve gotten to close enough for her to admit. He’s already grown used to her empty threats and silent behaviors. The boy just lightly huffs, then smiles at her tenderly. He reaches out to Annie as if to touch her shoulder, but she takes a quick step back, giving him a warning glare. 

Eren sighs, letting his arm drop back to his side. He shakes his head.

“You keep telling yourself that.” He says quietly. Annie doesn’t really know how to respond to that. Because he truly did not know her. Does not know what she is capable of and does not know her story. Or the number of innocents she had indirectly murdered. 

Annie unfolds her arms, and instead grips her right arm In a uncharacteristically nervous manner. She avoids his gaze and opts to stare at the wall beside her. Being alone with a boy in a store shed whom you are trying to force a confession out of is certainly nerve-wracking. And quite intrusive, but hey, she’s damn tired of him beating around the bushes for this long. 

She licked her lips before speaking, “What’s your reason?” 

“I’m sorry?” He doesn’t understand her question. 

“I mean…why do you like me?” She says in a hushed voice. Curse this unwanted teenage awkwardness. This is what she sought him out for anyway. 

Eren scratches the back of his head looking rather bashful. “I’m not really good with words,” he shrugs. “Armin is the one that’s literary smart. I can’t really explain to you why, but y’know, it’s…It’s a lot of things.” 

Annie fixes her gaze on him again, meeting his eyes. Her cheeks just light a shade of pink, While his are tinged red. Of course admitting how you feel to another person is never easy. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so blunt about it. But it bothered her so much that he harbored these feelings for her for about a good year and was so not discreet about it. She was far more discreet than he was. At least she believed she was. At least discreet enough for the others not to know, unlike Mister wear my heart on my sleeve over here. She’s heard too many gossips between the girls in the cabin and even some boys about who’s crushing on who and who did this or who did that. She’s even heard her name as well as Eren’s slip out more than once whenever the girls talked about ‘who would be the cutest couple’. Which of course Mikasa did not take a liking too, at all. 

“What about you?” He spoke up, breaking the intimate silence. 

“What about me?”

“You like me too y’know.” He lightly chuckles. The blonde rolls her icy colored eyes, Crossing her arms once more. There he goes again, putting her on the spot. Though to be fair she just did the same. 

“What makes you think that I would ever like an abomination like you?” Annie stubbornly says. 

He scoffs, “You’re being pretty hypocritical.” 

“I don’t like you.” 

“You’re so damn hard headed.” 

“How would you even know I liked you anyway?“ 

Eren cups his chin and hums thoughtfully. 

"Hmm, Well you haven’t been striking me as hard as you used to when we spar."  He points out.

“I’ll make sure to kick your ass twice as hard next time we fight than.” 

"Oh C’mon”

Annie motions him to continue, “Go on, tell me what other reasons, since you are so observant.” Her tone drips with sarcasm. 

“Fine! Ah.. Oh!” He snaps his fingers, “The way you longingly stare at me during supper.” Annie stiffens. He noticed that?! 

Oh ho ho, got you there.” 

“Shut up.” Annie’s face flushed.  

“You do the same damn thing in titan biology class.” She tries turning the tables. Eren just clicks his tongue. “Not as much as you though.” Annie scowls at him. The brown haired boy takes a seat on one of the sealed crates in the shed. It creaks under his weight. Annie shifts a little closer to him. 

“It is a glare of contempt.” 

My ass.” He Chortles. 

Eren leans forward on the crate a bit. “You know… You also have been giving me a lot more encouragement than before in training.” He nods as if acknowledging that fact, “I really do appreciate that, it pushes me to do better, so thanks.” 

“That doesn’t mean I necessarily like you.” 

He shrugs. “I know but I mean generally.” 

Eren tilts his head a bit while kicking around the dust particles floating through the air. “And uh,” He shrugs again, blushing a bit, smiling as if he was remembering a fond memory. “That time we slept together- “ 

Annie abruptly Interrupts him. “We Shared a sleeping bag, that doesn’t count.” 

She knew he was referring to that second time they did reconnaissance drills, Shadis had them relocated somewhere high in the mountains, it was just her luck that she and Eren would be put in the same squad. It was even more of a coincidence that she was also the only girl on the team.

“You were curled up against me, sleeping on my chest. I was actually gonna wake you up but I feel like that would have made things more awkward.” He chuckles again. ”You probably would’ve kicked my ass too.” 

“Also…y’know, you never brought it up again, but I was wondering why you chose me to share a sleeping bag with.” 

Annie grimaces, “My sleeping bag was soaked wet thanks to a certain idiot.” 

Eren laughs, slapping a hand on his knee. “It was Connie! I told you! He said he saw a bear and tried to save you by throwing you into the river, haha.” 

“There were no bears, he’s just a moron.” The blonde girl narrows her eyes almost maliciously. “I got him back though.” 

The boy leans back, hands in the air. “I don’t even wanna know.” 

Annie moves to stand at his side, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “..I chose you to share with because out of that bald shrimp, horse face, that freckled guy and that lug head Reiner, I knew you wouldn’t try anything funny.” 

He gazes up at her, a delighted expression on his face, which slowly changes to a look of confusion. 

“Wait but,” his eyebrows pinch together, “Wouldn’t Marco be more trust worthy? I mean I am trustworthy, but Marco, he’s like the pin up boy of consent.” 

Annie lets out snicker she couldn’t hold back. She closes her eyes, quickly bringing a hand up, holding the bridge of her nose between her middle finger and thumb. 

Pin up boy of consent?” The blonde shakes her head. Not because she didn’t believe it, but because apparently Eren has a plethora of hilariously accurate nick names for everyone. It made her smile. 

“Yeah, y’know? He’s very respectable, wouldn’t have tried anything. And he doesn’t snore, so that’s a plus.” 

“Hm…But I don’t know Marco like I know you.” She says quietly. 

The crate under Eren creaks again as he suddenly gets up. 

Soo, you know me.” He cocks his head, turning to look at her. 

Annie gazes up at him questionably, “Yeah? I know enough that is, I wouldn’t choose to share a bed with someone I am not comfortable with,” As soon as the words left her mouth she already regretted it. “Um.”

“So you admit you’re comfortable around me?” He takes step toward her, a tell tale smirk appearing on his lips. 

The not so lion hearted girl could feel heat rush to her cheeks, she shrugs again, humming an ‘I don’t know’ noise. 

Annie.” She looks away. 

“C’mon Annie you can’t just catch me off guard in here, come outta’ nowhere saying I have feelings for you, which I already admitted, and then not expect for me to question how you feel about me in return.” Eren puts a hand on his hip in a burlesque manner. The girl almost wants laugh at how sassy he looks. 

“I’m serious y’know.” He stares pointedly at her. 

“I…frankly think you’re very loud and annoying,” she sighs. “But,” The girl tucks back a loose strand of blonde hair, “I’ve grown accustomed to it.” 

“Accustomed meaning.. comfortable?” 

She lets out another exasperated sigh, “I guess.” 

Eren grins, unexpectedly closing in on her, he clasps both his hands on the small girls shoulders. Personal space be damned. Also maybe his life, but he’s getting a little near to getting her to confess as well. He’s not stopping now. 

Annie in turn, glowers at him, both hands clutching her folded arms, probably to hold her back from dropping him right there. If it were anyone else, she would have done so in a heart beat.

“You’re comfortable around me so much that you shared a sleeping bag with me, you steal glances at me a lot and think I don’t notice and when I do you turn away, you’ve grown soft on me and-“ 

Annie opens her mouth to debunk that last thing he said but he waves hand to dismiss her and continues talking. 

“You care about me, don’t you?” 

Hn, I guess.” She’s gives the same dull answer as before. He’s putting her on the spot again and now she just wants to get out of this stuffy store shed. Annie lightly touches her face, it’s burning, she must look so ridiculous.  

“And, you like me?” 

Eren steps back, wide green eyes gazing down at her. Annie shifts uncomfortably as if she was put in front of a million people all expecting her to give an answer, instead it’s just a boy who she happens to have just a little crush on. Yeah she admits to herself that she does indeed like him, but telling him in person. Even if he kind of knows. It’s too damn embarrassing. How the hell was he not so embarrassed when she first confronted him? But, he’s expecting her to say yes. She might as well get it over with, might as well tell him because it’s too bothersome. Even if it hurts her pride. 

Annie takes a breath, “I think your an idiot,” At that Eren pouts almost child like, her lips quirk just a bit. “But, for some odd reason, you’re a tolerable idiot. I don’t know why,” she shrugs for the umpteenth time, “I’ve grown used to you, and… I admire your strength.” 

Eren grins toothily, “And you like me.” 

Annies already red face contorts into one of frustration. “Ikinda..yeah.” she mutters quietly, glancing to the floor.

She can practically hear the celebration going on in that bastards head. He’s still far too to close to her, just short of an inch away that her forehead can touch his chest, and he smells quite nice, she muses. She feels her heart pounding and can hear his in sync. The store shed is getting increasingly warmer.


She suddenly shoves him away, though not that hard. 

"Give me room will ya?" 

Eren is unfazed by her reaction, hopping back a step.

“I really like you too Annie.” He tells her sincerely with a gentle smile.

The blonde girl slaps a hand over her flushed face, turning away from him. “I know.” she groans.

And you like me.” She hears him say again in quiet sing song voice. Okay, now he’s asking for an ass kicking.