so lets hope it's a good one for her

anonymous asked:

Just read through your masterlist and goodness gracious! the feels!! Awesome writing 👏🏻 Sooo how about an imagine, where RFA+V & Saeran come across MC somewhere without recognizing her? And maybe developing a lil crush on her? (Let's assume her avatar is a pony lol and she's can go out of the flat to live her life) Hope it's possible to do. Thank you so so much :)

This was so cute! We changed it up a little for Saeran, just because of the whole Mint Eye thing, but hope you like them!



General Scenario: The RFA party is planned much later than one week after MC joins. MC knows who the RFA are because of their profile pics, etc. But overthinks security reasons so doesn’t say anything.

Zen:

  • You got a side job in a grocery store since you were tired of being cooped up in the apartment
  • Also, you thought you could use the extra bucks since RFA wasn’t paying
  • Only you didn’t realize it was the store near Zen’s house
  • He’s buying a pack of cigs and you’re his cashier
  • “Aww, you wouldn’t want to smoke too much and ruin that voice of yours,” you say casually
  • He chuckles at the comment thinking you’re just a concerned fan and goes on his way
  • But for some reason your words stick with him…no, maybe it was your voice? Your face?
  • He bumps into you several times at the store
  • He even finds himself trying to get you as a cashier
  • You notice too…but you’re kind of enjoying it
  • A  few weeks later, he buys a candy bar just because he was having a rough day
  • And he realized it was an excuse because he just wanted to see you
  • He kind of accidentally admits in the process that you’re one of the only people who can make him shy
  • Lowkey realizes his crush on you then
  • Then the party rolls around
  • He sees you he thinks you’re one of the guests until you reveal yourself
  • He gets a little more bold in his advances after that

Yoosung:

  • You’re in the coffee club with him
  • You’re partnered up one week and you him to taste your coffee before the professor found the final batch
  • He really likes it but more than that you got really up in his face when you gave the mug to him
  • His heart does a little thing
  • He denies that he likes you at first when some of his friends ask why he keeps requesting to be partnered with you for group activities
  • He does come to terms with it after awhile
  • The admission makes him both bold and flustered
  • He tries to be more forward with you but he keeps messing up
  • He even texts you in the chatroom (but he doesn’t realize it’s you) and asks for advice
  • You’re blushing but you try your best to give him “advice” to woo you
  • You have to keep yourself from laughing because he always subtly messes it up oh no this is only making you like him more
  • Then all of a sudden, he stops coming to the club
  • Worried, you ask him subtly what happened with his crush
  • He says that he gave up because he didn’t think she was interested because he kept goofing up
  • You feel so horrible
  • When it gets to the party and he finally realizes who you are, saying that you like him is the first thing that flies out of your mouth

Jaehee:

  • She had been stressed with all the new projects at work
  • So she visits a coffee shop in town
  • You happen to be the new barista there at the same time she visits daily
  • It’s not a very busy time, so you two always end up talking a little
  • After some time, she just kind of blurts out her struggles and insecurities
  • You set some time aside from your shift to listen and give your advice
  • You already know her job situation, but you try to give some vague advice about her passions and following her dreams
  • In that moment, she knows she really admires you
  • She finds she’s stopping by more frequently and staying longer
  • One day, the cafe is about to close early but there’s no customers but her
  • You invite her behind the counter and ask if she wants to learn some things
  • She realizes she’s never had this much fun in her life…nor met someone like you
  • She starts crying right then and there, both from being touched and realizing her own unhappiness in her situation
  • You almost revealed yourself in this moment, because you just felt so bad and knew everything going on behind the scenes and wanted to give her a hug
  • Still you manage to comfort her without saying too much
  • When the party comes, she sees you there and she’s in shock
  • Uncharacteristically, she nearly tackles you in a hug
  • She didn’t expect that the two most supportive people in her life were the same person

Jumin:

  • Work had been stressful again, so what does he do? 
  • He goes to the newest pet store in town to hand pick some new toys for Elizabeth the 3rd
  • It also happens to be the pet store you work at
  • When you saw him enter the store, there was no mistaking it was none other than Han Jumin
  • So, you ask politely if he needs help
  • Jumin is kind of stunned at first when he sees you…and he doesn’t know why
  • He ignores the feeling and continues shopping with some of your suggestions
  • You’re actually pick out the best things for Elizabeth…also, he enjoys even the small talk
  • After a few more weeks, he finds that this attraction doesn’t go away
  • He keeps on visiting, trying to figure out his own feelings
  • His time is limited because how many cat toys can he buy
  • Meanwhile, you’re dying to let him know who you are, especially when things with his father get a bit rough in the background
  • You drop subtle hints of who you might be
  • It works, and he puts the pieces together
  • He stops by one day, not to buy anything, but to ask if you two can talk when your shift is over
  • You think it’s just casual, but next thing you know he’s confessing his feelings and asking if he can personally escort you to the next RFA party
  • Of course, you say some confessions of your own and agree

Seven:

  • He’s on another undercover mission which requires him to “work” at a restaurant as a server
  • You work there too, as it happens
  • You were so excited to see him there, so you just go up to him and start chatting him up
  • As it so happened, the background check he did on you was weeks ago…and with everything that happened at work, he sort of had forgotten what you looked like and where you worked
  • So, he just thinks you’re just a random co-worker who happens to be extra bold
  • But he finds you get his jokes, and even will play along when he does some stupid prank on the other serves
  • He realizes he’s forgetting this is a mission and he’s actually enjoying working with you
  • He catches himself glancing at you too often, staring too long, and wanting to be with you when work is over
  • When he realizes he might actually like you, he panics and finishes up his work as quickly as possible tsundere mode activated
  • One day, you’re told he quit, but you still talked to him in the chatroom so it was okay
  • But you couldn’t help but notice he was more mellow and seemed to beat himself up a lot
  • Turns out he was guilty, because being so open with you on the last mission could’ve put you in danger
  • The party drew closer and the security system gets hacked, etc.
  • When he runs over to protect you, he finally realizes who you are when he sees your face
  • This only makes the next few days at the apartment even worse
  • But of course, everything works out in the end, and you two even joke about it
  • “I can never forget a face like yours!”
  • “As I remember, Saeyoung, you did…”
  • “….It was one time.”

Saeran:

  • Just because he’s plotting the demise of the RFA doesn’t mean he doesn’t stop for some froyo
  • It was also your favorite ice cream place, so you visited often when things got stressful in the RFA
  • He recognized you immediately, but you still had never met him
  • He was really curious about how you acted on normal days, since he only ever knew by how much Seven seemed to hack more or less
  • He stayed in the back and watched as you did whatever you were doing
  • As time passed, he found your presence calming
  • He didn’t seem frazzled or worried or angry
  • Your presence became an addiction
  • He stopped by day and after day, getting a little disgruntled if you didn’t show
  • There were some points he even felt guilty for using someone like you for his plan
  • Then one day, he finds you plop yourself right in front of him
  • You had noticed he also seemed to visit every day, so you thought you two could get acquainted
  • For the first time in his life, he was stumbling over his words and what was this heat in his face?
  • He thought it was a one time thing, but you started doing it every day
  • You were actually talking to him, and he was finding out parts of you he couldn’t just see from a distance
  • He both loved it and hated it
  • The part of you he found so peacable was now tearing at his conscience, making him more aware of his deeds and his own brokenness
  • Finally, he just felt too guilty to face you again
  • So, he satisfied himself to just watching you from a distance once more from the CCTV

V:

  • You were the secretary for one of his new clients
  • He arrives at the place for a photoshoot one day, but your boss is running late
  • He dismisses it politely and just waits
  • He seems familiar to you, but you’re unsure of he’s the same V from the RFA so you say nothing
  • He takes the time to talk to you a little
  • He’s surprised at some of the statements you make which are sometimes very deep or introspective
  • He’s actually glad when the client asks for a long term contract
  • He arrives to work earlier, and he even brings you a coffee
  • Whenever he talks to you, he can’t stop smiling for the next few hours
  • He knows exactly what’s happening when his heart flutters after you call his name one morning
  • He’s very hesitant in proceeding, because he’s still recovering from the last relationship
  • But then he recognizes your voice at the party, and you explain who you are
  • He smiles and believes it’s a sign from God or something
  • So he asks you on a date after the party 

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anonymous asked:

could you pls write something where scully lashes out at mulder for no reason and then feels really bad and has to comfort him ?

The sequel to yesterday’s The Dress. This is my second oldest prompt so yay, me! As you read this you will find that the prompt doesn’t really fit. I tried, I really did. Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

They’re a funny looking pair at the drugstore. Dressed in formal clothes, Scully wearing Mulder’s jacket, swimming in it, they stand in front of the home pregnancy tests like a couple of teenagers fresh from their prom. 

“Why are there flowers on that box?” Mulder mumbles yet doesn’t dare to touch anything. Scully, still feeling dizzy, and exhausted, wants to go home, take off the dress before it falls apart, and brush her teeth. She’s a grown ass woman; one who hasn’t been in need of a home pregnancy test in over a decade. The thought alone gives her pause. Her symptoms add up to pregnancy. If a patient, or even a friend, came up to her with these symptoms, she’d tell them congratulations even before making sure. This, though, is different. Pregnancy should not be in the realm of possibility. Not for her. She’s prayed for it and she tried to trick her body with IVF injections. Years ago, when they didn’t know each other and Mulder was still trying to get a reaction out of her, he asked her if she believed in the existence of extraterrestrials. Her voice, younger then, higher, yet so certain, is loud in her mind, repeats the words her younger self spoke then: logically, I’d have to say no. These same words could be, should be, used now. Pregnant? Logically she’d have to say…

“Let’s just buy all of them.” Mulder sounds irritated, impatient. He keeps checking out the different tests, still not touching them, leaning backward and forwards, as if waiting for a decision - and a result - to just fall from the ceiling. 

The dress starts itching where the seam has ripped. They need to get home so that Scully can get changed. But as long as they’re standing here, staring at the tests, she can pretend it’s real. 

“Scully? Look, I know I don’t have to pee on a stick, so I don’t want to rush you, but could you please pick something?” What would a child be like that’s half Mulder, Scully wonders as she picks up one of the boxes with a heavily pregnant woman on it. That’s a good sign, she decides. Unlike her partner she doesn’t believe in signs, not really, but why tempt fate? She thinks as she picks another test with a pregnant, smiling woman. Three’s a charm so Scully reaches for another box. It’s green, the color of hope and the color of Mulder’s eyes when he gets excited. 

Mulder pays and drives them to Scully’s apartment. She excuses herself to change into her sweats while Mulder sits on her couch, the tests in the bag next to him just like an uninvited guest no one knows how to talk to. 

“I’m just going to…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and just stares at the white plastic bag. Their future is in there. It’s either yes or no, pregnant or not. The chances are 50/50. Though to her it seems like one in a million. Once upon a time Mulder called her his one in a billion. Maybe he’s hers, too; her maker of miracles.

“You don’t need my help, do you?”

“To pee on a stick? I think I can do that myself.“ 

In the bathroom, all by herself, Scully unpacks the tests one by one. Her hands are shaking but she knows she needs to do this. Five minutes each test says. Five minutes until she knows. There’s a soft knock on her bathroom door after two minutes; Mulder has never been patient. Scully opens the door and lets him in. They don’t talk as the remaining minutes stretch on. Three, her clock says. Four, it ticks. Mulder lets out a shaky sigh and it hasn’t even occurred to her to ask him which outcome he prefers. Five minutes are up and it no longer matters.

"I’m scared.” Scully admits.

“Do you want me to check?” She does and she doesn’t. But she needs to know. 

“I think I’m ready.” She picks up the first test and stares at it. 

“What does it say?” Mulder impatiently asks. He doesn’t check himself, waits for her to tell him instead. Scully doesn’t answer him, picks up the next test. Same result. She reaches for the last one, takes a deep breath, but before she can look at it, Mulder is there behind her. His hand is on hers now and together they turn the last test around.

“Positive.” Mulder says. The voice is the same one he uses when he tells her of fantastical beasts, monsters and aliens. Full of impossible, curious awe. 

“They’re all positive.” Scully says more to herself than to him. She stares at the three sticks proving to her what she can’t believe. What can’t be real.

“You’re pregnant. Scully, you’re pregnant!” She feels Mulder all around her as he hugs her tightly. He whispers things in her ear, rushed words and sentiments that barely register with her. She. Is. Pregnant. 

“I can’t believe it, Scully. A miracle. Our miracle. I told you not to give up, didn’t I? Scully?” Unlike him, she doesn’t have words. None. His eyes search hers and she avoids them; afraid he might see something there. Things she is not ready to admit yet. 

“Do you want to call your mother? Do you want to go to the hospital and-" 

"Mulder, can you just shut up for a moment?” The words come out harsher than she intends. Mulder’s eyes darken, fill with sorrow. His arms fall at his side and she misses his warmth immediately; she almost tells him to touch her again, to hug her and never let go. But those are not the words that come out of her mouth.

“It’s been five minutes. Five! I need time to process this. By myself. This doesn’t even concern you.” She wants to take her words back the second she sees his face crumble. He nods, accepts, and reaches for his coat. A Butterfinger falls out of his pocket and lands on the couch with a soft thud. 

“I guess I’ll be leaving then. Congrats, I guess.”

“Mulder, no.” She grabs his arm just before he can leave. He doesn’t turn to her, waits for her to let go again. She doesn’t. It’s not what she wants. Whenever she thought about having a child, and she’s thought about it a lot, she pictured Mulder. No one else. Before she knew him, when a child was nothing more than a hypothesis in the structure of her life, the father of her children was faceless, mute. Mulder is anything but. He’s real. 

“I’m sorry. I really am. This is just so… overwhelming.” Finally he turns to her. There are tears in his eyes. 

“Overwhelming in a good way, right? Not bad.” She nods, lets out a chocked laugh. 

“Very good. Come here, Mulder.” She puts her arms around him, holds him as tightly as she possibly can. Her eyes close as she breathes in his smell, listens to his steady heartbeat right under her ear.

“I’m so sorry, Mulder,” she repeats, “I didn’t mean to lash out on you.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Scully. I’m just so… so… happy.” He finishes and she leans back so she can look into his eyes. They’re green, remind her of the ocean, and she finds herself hoping that their child will have his eyes, too.

“I’m pregnant, Mulder.”

“Yes, you are.” He chuckles and kisses her forehead.

“We didn’t talk about what we’d do if… when I tried the IVF, we didn’t talk about what we’d do if it worked. And then we…” Scully trails off. That night. That one night. 

“There a quite a few things we don’t talk about, huh?”

“Mulder, that night… I just didn’t know how to… I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Any of it.”

“I thought you regretted it. That’s why I didn’t mention it. Do you… do you regret it?”

“Not one second, Mulder. That’s not why I left. I just needed to think and being around you like that… I couldn’t think.”

“And now?”

“Now?”

“You had enough time to think, didn’t you? And there’s Junior to consider now.” He smiles softly at her. “I want to be around, Scully. In any way you’ll let me.”

“I’d like to try something.” Scully mumbles, gets on tiptoes and presses her lips against Mulder’s. He seems surprised for a moment then kisses her back. This, Scully realizes as his tongue finds hers, is right. This, them, all of it, now, is the only right thing there is. If they can make a baby together against all odds then maybe they can make this work, too. She can’t wait to try.

This is Not a Love Story: part 2

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To tell a good love story on screen, scenes, dialogue, camera angles and shots are important. Usually you have lots of quiet “get to know you” moments. Or single shots showing one of the love interests reactions. You need to give obvious and believable reasons for them to be falling in love. Television caters to the lowest common denominator for exposition. Usually its the big plot twists and mastermind moments that are subtle little easter egg hints.

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anonymous asked:

Hcs where todoroki gets jealous and another one with yaomomo too(separately)

Thanks for the ask anon! You didnt clarify so I assumed you meant ‘jealous of x for the other’ and made these Todomomo centric. Hope that’s what you wanted.


Jealous Todoroki

  • He doesnt get jealous.
  • Ok let me clarify. He doesnt get conventionally jealous.
  • He doesnt get jealous over boys asking Momo to tutor them and/or attempt to flirt with her bc he knows Momo is, and will always be, faithful.
  • He knows that if Momo agrees to such, its out of the goodness of her heart and drive to help people. (So pure..)
  • (( Having said that though, he is still protective sometimes bc Momo can be too naive to see that they’re trying to take advantage of her.. ))
  • What he does get, is envious. Over the silliest things.
  • Most of the time it involves him being envious of things that take Momo’s attention away from him. Especially when he’s being needy.
  • Like, he’ll get envious of their cat that uses Momo’s lap as a pillow while she reads and it refuses to move. (“Lucky cat…”)
  • Or their kids that refuse to go to bed and want another bedtime story from Mama, but he’s tired and wants to cuddle with his wife.
  • Its really funny tbh bc he’ll deadpan stare down at the cat or the kids and have this little pout on his face that he tries to hide lololol

Jealous Momo

  • Momo’s jealousy takes the form of insecurity.
  • When they start dating, its tough for Momo to admit but she gets jealous over all of Todo’s fangirls.
  • Todo doesnt pay attention to them but its kinda hard for Momo to ignore (I mean, they’re constantly bombarding him with love letters, stalking him out of school, trying to catch a glimpse of him training…)
  • She tried not letting them get to her but an unsettled feeling bottle up inside her and that jealousy spiralled into her own insecurities of being his girlfriend.
  • “Todoroki-san has so many girls chasing after him. He could have anyone to be his girlfriend. Im sure there are many girls that are more beautiful, have better quirks, are a better hero than me.. is this really okay? He’s an amazing hero, he needs someone just as good by his side. It is really okay for me to date him? I dont deserve him..”
  • Todo didnt realize his fangirls affected Momo until someone (maybe Kaminari?) offhandedly commented “Mannn Todoroki you sure are lucky to have so many fangirls; how does Yaomomo deal with them..”… and remembers it isnt just his problem anymore… and Momo’s been oddly quiet these past couple days… and— shit.
  • He probably does something dramatic… like bolt out of the classroom to chase after her in the rain, soaked and out of breath, to confess all his feelings.
  • Somehow he always manages to say the words she needed to hear — that he only loves her, that she’s an amazing hero the others cant compare, that there’s no other person he’d rather have by his side, forever and always.
  • Later in their relationship, Momo finally gets comfortable with Todo having fangirls and takes their.. enthusiasm?.. as a compliment bc “that’s right, I have one of the most attractive and top heroes in the country as my boyfriend, and he loves me. That’s all that matters.”

> prev hcs here

I’ll Find You

Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂 

Warning: Allusion to torture

Word Count: 3,095

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.

Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.

Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”

His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.

He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”

He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.

Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.

The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.

Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.

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cryptidkogane  asked:

imagine lance had to pilot red and she isn't letting him in, and he tells keith and ofc lance is beating himself up bc he feels replaceable since allura's kicking ass with blue but red won't let him in, yk? so lance is kinda eavesdropping when keith goes to talk to red and hears keith be like "ik this sucks i hate it too, but lance is a rly great pilot,he'll take good care of you" and like reassuring her it's not forever but lance is just so happy??keith trusts him and thinks he's a good pilot..

God Taz, ily tysm I love Langst and I love the subtle Klance!!

I’m not all too thrilled if we need to see a Paladin/Lion swap, but if I need to see one, I hope it’s like this ^-^

anonymous asked:

I have a friend outside of tumblr that wasn't very convinced about Jack, but I decided to tell her a little bit about what I read in your meta about how he is a TFW parallel and he is not necessarily evil, and then we watched the episode and she said that she now knows that he is going to bring interesting dynamics to the show :) (Just wanted to share)

IKR! I’m so happy. Thanks for sharing :)

We’re one episode in and Jack has already confirmed that through teaching him we will see the protagonists express themselves and grow, that he is a fantastic exposition, mirror and plot device for TFW to develop emotionally:

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Whilst also already being a Cas mirror

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A Dean mirror

A Sam mirror

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And an exposition of a new character’s journey regarding the human experience

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I’m so excited for this season :)

Treat you better (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

RequestHi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!

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Word Count: 1648

Warnings: My english is bad, and please remember that its fiction. im not very good with locations so if there’s no beach nearby, now there is 

NA: i really enjoyed writing this and I hope not to disappoint anyone. I’ve made some changes too, so let me know ;)


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sunnyuris  asked:

stenbrough adopting a little girl and a dog m soft

okay so @yellowrajncoats and i came up with some of these together last night so im gonna include them 

  • they would name their daughter georgia
  • and bill would be extra overprotective of her
  • he would make the paper boats with her but never let her go out on her own
  • stan would be the one to make sure she was always in the cutest of outfits and had the most perfect hair
  • he would braid her hair and put flowers in it and oh my gOSH it would be the cutest shit
  • if she ever was upset or had a nightmare she would always end up sleeping with stan and bill because she didnt want to be alone
  • one of them would feel the bed moving and wake up to see her making herself comfortable between them
  • “georgia? whats wrong princess?”
  • “i had a bad dream and i dont wanna be by myself”
  • and immediately whoever woke up would snuggle up to her to let her know she wasnt alone
  • and oh my gosh when they adopt a doggo
  • georgia is the happiest little ray of sunshine
  • they would get a big fluffy dog like a bernese mountain dog and let georgia name him 
  • (she named him rover)
  • georgia would always be playing with him or hugging him
  • once she wanted to be the one to walk rover with his leash and at first stan was hesitant but obviously gave in 
  • and rover was just the good boy he always was. he never ran off or got too rough when georgia was the one with the leash
  • rover would always sleep at the foot of georgia’s bed and so whenever she had nightmares, she would let rover get up on the bed with her and snuggle him
  • georgia and rover were best friends

ah this is my 1st proper prompt/headcannon so i hope its good enough and i hope you enjoy !!!

bisummers  asked:

I'm sorry about this random ask but its been bothering me so i have to ask: why is that boy so emotionless when he meets with sansa? I dont watch got but ive seen multiple gifsets of them reuniting and people are freaking out so im just curious why its so emotional for her but hes just blank? I hope that makes sense.. ty!

The writing for GOT is very….very bad. In the last episode, Tyrion literally said, “as a wise men once said, give me ten good men and I’ll impregnate the bitch” about a castle, like….who gave the green light on that bullshit line. The writing is just classic circle jerk shock provoking nonsense, and they occasionally get off one or two scenes that are bearable, let alone enjoyable. So when we get something, however small, we latch on to it. The two you’re talking about are Sansa and Bran, and they haven’t seen each other since the second episode of the first season, so it was a very emotional moment (for her, I guess). THE REAL BRAN would have had something to say about it, at least a tear or two to shed, but FAKE ASS SHOW BRAN has taken his role as the three eyed raven to mean he’s some kind of computer without emotion now? It’s so…unexplained? Now that he has duty and he’s seen bad things, he can’t….care about other people? It’s nonsense. Real Bran is compassionate and sweet - probably the kindest of any character in the series. He’s an important character, and will only become more important as the story progresses, and they just threw away any chance for a real reaction in this episode because….no reason? They don’t understand trauma, or the nuances of it? They don’t want any of their characters to develop in interesting or understandable ways? It’s a garbage show. Now, we are left to freak out and be excited about garbage turn of events. 

Second Chances//Part 8

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Words: 1458
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Finn x Reader(Platonic!); Monty&Jasper xReader
Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, did I forget to mention angst?
Episode: 1x08 Day Trip

Authors Note: This is kind of a short part compared to the other ones, so I’m sorry, I’ve had a busy weekend with school and all. None the less, I hope y’all enjoy it! Sorry for the angst btw but like its the perfect opportunity for it, so I had to take it. Also if you can find the Hamilton refrenceI’ll give you a shout out or something.

        “Before we start the meeting, Clarke. Is Y/N okay?” Kane asked through the radio. 

        Clarke nodded. “She is alright. Bellamy refuses to let her leave the camp, so there is no need to worry.” She stated, putting in a good word for Bellamy before the conversation became strictly business.

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serkewen12  asked:

What about Thomas discovering his wife it actually a fairy and he is mesmerized by how beautiful her wings are and how she can glow? ❤❤❤

It had been too long. Too long since you let your wings out to stretch them and they’re getting sore. So one night, after Thomas has fallen asleep, you quietly climb out of bed, make your way downstairs and out the back door. 

You should have told Thomas already, you know that, but you’re still scared. Scared he’ll find out and react badly. You don’t want to lose him, so until you know for sure he won’t freak out, you’re keeping your secret to yourself. 

When you’re far enough away from the house, hidden from sight from the bedroom window you let your robe fall gently to the ground. The nightgown you chose to wear, blue with lace around the trim, leaves your back perfectly exposed so you can unfurl your wings. 

You can’t help but grin at the way your wings light up the forest around you, the soft blue light lighting up the plants and the trees as you walk along, letting your wings flutter gently and lift you slightly up off the ground. 

You spend a few minutes floating around, enjoying the cool night wind brushing against your skin until you hear a voice behind you that stops you in your tracks. 

“I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming right now,” Thomas blurts out. 

You quickly spin around, dropping back onto the ground and watching the way he stares at you with with wide, unbelieving eyes. 

“Thomas! What are you doing up? I-I thought you were asleep!” you exclaim, staring right back at him. 

“Those… those are wings,” he says slowly, pointing at your wings over your shoulder. “You have… wings.” 

You take a deep breath and take a step towards him. 

“I’m a fairy,” you say softly, gently taking a hold of his hand that is still up an pointing. 

“A… a fairy?” he asks. 

His eyes are still wide in awe as you lean in to kiss his cheek. 

“You can touch them if you like, just be gentle okay?” you tell him, turning and dropping his hand. 

With a shaky hand he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your wings. 

“I… this can’t be real,” he whispers. 

“It is Thomas. It’s real.”

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Photographer Clarke and CEO Lexa Woods have been married for over a year now and are ready to start a family. After many failed attempts Clarke finally get a positive pregnancy test. A call to Lexa to tell her the goods news is all she’s needs to send her wife soaring into the clouds. An ecstatic Lexa tries to hurry home to celebrate with her wife only to fall victim to a horrible accident that causes her to possibly loose all memory of Clark ever being in her life, forever. Clarke struggles to help Lexa remember their relationship, their love, and is almost ready to lose all hope, until a little miracle is born.


Clarke grabbed ahold of Lexa’s hand and gently ran her other hand along Lexa’s pale cheek,“Oh, Lexa. I need you to wake up. We need you to wake up.”

Clarke placed Lexa’s limp hand against her belly and held it there as she stared down at her.

“You can’t forget us. I won’t let you. You’ll get better and we’ll raise this baby together. He or she will be so loved and you’ll be an amazing mother.”

Clarke paused momentarily as if waiting for her to respond. When nothing happened she continued to speak.

“I know you, Lex. You’re a fighter. So stubborn. You won’t let something like this keep you down, I know it. Just, come back to me. To us.”


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Pride Month! 💗💛💙

I had promised to pay tribute to Priya too, so here it is.

Some people might argue that Priya is not pansexual, but bisexual. Well, as I like to highlight diversities, I took the liberty of putting that flag. Until then, Priya has not spoken in all letters about her position within the LGBT community and this is not necessarily bad.

“But, Fá, you’re talking about representation and how important it is…” yes, and Priya could represent someone who definitely doesn’t like labels or be limited to them in some way. So if it weren’t for the pride month and the fact that yes, in that case we can play with that aspect, I would not normally worry about it.

It’s okay for you not to label yourself about your sexuality or about your gender identity. After all this is a very complex and subjective subject, so I will not dwell on it.

But, really, I need to thank you Chino and Beemoov, and who has drawn Priya’s personality. Thank you for making another strong girl for mcl, thank you for teaching girls that its okay to not let someone bully them and stay in silence about it. Thank you for giving to my candy such good friend as Priya. I really wish that we had a route for her, but well, I’m still happy for her existence. Priya, thank you for be so good and fearsome, also, we all love you for who you’re with or without any label. Love is just love anyways <3

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(20) As we huddle together, the storm raging outside.

Part of the: The way you said “I love you.”


“Song Minho!”

She screeched through the downpour when Minho waddled away for dear life as thunder rolled for the second time. He’d taken their only umbrella along with him, not even using it to shield himself, probably too immersed in his fear of storms.

He turned around, face contorting in panic as his mouth formed a wide ‘o’, “Shit sorry!”

Minho sprinted back her way through the thickening rain, puddles splattering his faded jeans but he didn’t seem to care, “I forgot you were with me!”

“Unbelievable.” She muttered under her breath, clinging onto the sleeves of his jacket by the elbow as he ushered the umbrella above her.

The frantic slapping of droplets on the roof of the umbrella seemed to mute everything else and when threads of lightning blitz the darkened sky to white, Minho bellowed out a high pitch yelp, “AH! Hurry!”

The two of them ducked for cover under the entrance of a nearby store, Minho gasped for air as he glued his back onto the wall, still clutching the umbrella like his life depended on it.

“Nice to know you’d leave me out to die in an apocalypse.”

“Jeez, don’t be so dramatic.” He turned his face to gape at her, his drenched hair now plastered to his forehead.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at the irony, surely she wasn’t the one flailing through the rain like a madman.  

Minho pretended he didn’t hear her accusation, scurrying to take off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulder, “Here.”

“Minhono, it’s fine.” She wriggled free, backing away only to have him secure it properly around her, tugging the collar to her chin.

“Take it, you’ve gone blue.” He quickly rubbed his palms against each other, sending a shiver through her skin when his much warmer hands cupped her cheeks.

A quite thank you leaves her, scuttling next to him and out of habit he pulled her closer in his arms.

“How long do you think we’ll be out here?”

“Before our toes fall off, hopefully.” Minho rested his cheek against her head, feeling her shake out a laugh at his response.

“Always so positive I see.” She poked his side, and he’s quick enough to grab it, weaving his fingers around hers as they stood staring at windshield wipers of idled cars tick-tocking at the stop light.

“Before it’s too late, I just want you to know something.”

“What?” She asked absently, lost in the sight of rain and scattered autumn leaves in small pools of muddy water.

“I love you, okay?”

“Oh my god, stop it, we’re not going to die.” She snapped up to look at him, a frown playing on her face as she gave him a soft nudge.

“Would it kill you to say it back?” It was almost a whine, letting his head drop back a little and she stifled a giddy smile.

“Well according to you, the lightning might beat me to it.”

Minho sighed deeply, tone all sorts of serious, “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but your horoscope warned you to stay indoors.”

She wasn’t one to check her own horoscope and the thought that he actually does made her head spin, in a good way.

“Is this why you let me sleep in this morning?!”

“What? No…” He chuckled nervously, avoiding her bright eyes, “You looked so cute curled up and all, I just couldn’t.”


The Exception.
6. Epilogue 


They had 4 kids, Britany their little Bree, Luke, Adam and Chris. Life took the third back to God just a week after he was born. 

They cried, they mourned, weeks turning into months and Chris came unexpectedly, bringing happiness and joy back to the family.


Stefan stroked the old picture with his thumb.

Mieke and he were standing on the Sydney Bridge, Bree in his arms, Luke in his mother’s. Adam was still growing inside his mother’s womb, little angel who had been ghosting his memories for more than 50 years. 

Cora, as she was used to on each Sunday, took this picture in May 1945, Adam was born in June, about two months early.


They were celebrating the end of that damn war, the World sighed in relief but there was so many wounds to heal.

Europe, Russia had been devastated; Germany and Japan would pay for their faults for decades. Mankind would recover, maybe, and have its dignity and faith in humanity bringing goodness back.


Chris was missing in the black and white picture. He came the year after Adam died. 

Stefan felt a stab in his heart at the reminder. Mieke and he had been more devastated by his lost than any city blown up to ruins by bombings. 

They cried again and again, fighting hell to get up in the morning, trying their best to keep up a smile on their tired faces and raise their other children. Mieke had acted like a ghost for months and all his attempts to cheer her up failed miserably. She closed her heart and her thighs to him, slowly fading away. 


One night where she was silently crying, he took her in his arms and rocked her gently; his chin on the top of her head, whispering soothing love words in her ear as she finally let it go. 

She cried and hit her fists on his chest, biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming too loudly. She dug her nails deep into his skin, leaving marks, and then slapped his face with all the force she had left. 

Like it was his fault. Like it could be someone’s fault. 

He let her straddle him as she was beating him up, until she crashed down on him, exhausted and panting. He wrapped his wife close to his chest and sat up; combed back her hair damped with tears, stroked lightly her perfect lines, then brushed her lower lips, red from being bitten to blood.


“Mieke, I love you.”

He just said.


She stared at him for a solid minute, reading deep sadness in his eyes, along with hope. And love.

She leant over to brush her lips on his, and then pushed him back to the mattress. Grabbing the hem of her nightdress, she rolled the cloth up her thighs and lifted her ass up to line up with his shaft. Her fingers grasped his pec, and she sighed as she slid down his cock, her eyes never leaving his.

She made love to him, the same way she always had, in their other life.

Chris came 9 full months later. They welcomed this strong young boy, healthy and bald. Happiness filled their house again, along with the cries of the newborn, hungry both for life and milk.


The Kaiser was right; they fought for human rights and equality on each occasion. 

They fought for the rights of the natives, and drove to Canberra that day in 2008, when Kevin Rudd apologized officially for the shameful way Australia treated Aboriginals and the stolen generation.

They fought for the equality between men and women, between all human beings, whatever colour their skin was.

They fought against the ‘gay panic defense’ law, which allowed people to justify a murder in the name of their fear of homosexuals.

More recently they fought for gay and lesbian’s rights, hoping for them to be allowed to get married one day. Love was love after all.

They were involved in several causes and proud to teach this to their children. Goodness and justice as a legacy. 

And Australia was on its way to the fairness she claimed.


Mieke died the year before, in her mid 70s. Breast cancer. At least, he had all his family back home for the funerals.

Stefan let a sob out, it still hurt so much. They had a good life together; they could tell they knew love and happiness. Which he wished to all his children and grand children.


Brittany married twice and gave birth to three girls. She had to follow her latest husband to Perth and he missed his little Bree so much. She called her mom and dad every day by phone or Skype. 

Handwritten letters and much awaited mails were bygone days. He wondered how things would have gone if Mieke had been able to call the Kaiser with her IPhone and get an answer by fax or e-mail within an hour. 

Anyway, the two or three times a year he had them home was never enough to enjoy his beloved daughter and her team, to which he loved telling stories of their mother as a child. She still thought she was born here in Sydney, as written and stamped on her certificate of birth.


Luke had always been a lonely and introvert child, only fully alive when talking about ocean and what’s beyond. He was eager to travel the world, dreaming of being a sailor or working on an oil rig. He loved staying all by himself and told his parents he didn’t feel like he belonged there. He was only 6.

Mieke had cried many rivers, blaming herself not to have been able to take care for him after Adam died, foreseeing their son leaving their household at an early age, which she wouldn’t survive as she repeated again and again. 

She survived though, when he came home at 17, hired as a steward on a yacht, bound for a cruise to French Polynesia. He was over excited, about to ‘live the dream’ , jumping up and down through the house, packing his stuff and shoving them in a big duffle bag.

Pulling his crying mother in a huge hug, he begged, subtly delivering the speech he had prepared for the occasion.

“Mom, this is what makes me happy. I promise I’ll send you postcards from every single place I land on. Mom, please, let me go.”


Stefan looked at the wall where thousands of cards were pinned. There was no country in the world Luke had not put a foot on. 

He tried to settle down in Sydney when he was 30, even took a wife and had a son. But this was not a life for him. He had stayed at bay for 4 years but the ocean screamed his name so loud every fucking day and he had to struggle too hard not to pack and leave within the second.

Chris had always been his favorite. Not really his fav but they always had been very close. Thinking alike, same sense of humour, same skills in teasing and winking, same no skill in taking pics. Mieke was use to mocking them, saying they couldn’t take a good picture to save their lives. 

Chris married a blonde beauty who brought two children into the world. A girl and boy. 

They named their first born Bree, after Chris big sister. And the boy was weirdly called Jai, a name he had never heard before, Stephen as a middle name. Like his beloved grand pa.

Bree had dark eyes and hair, she reminded him of Mieke so much. Smart and beautiful, she wanted to become a teacher like her mother. She was surprisingly -not that much- very skilled in foreign languages.


The boy was the perfect Aussie bloke, blonde curls, amazing blue eyes, sporty, cheeky and kind of a womanizer. He had inherited his frame but looked so much like his mother. Pretty allergic to each foreign language that was not deep accented australian.

He often paid a visit to his grand parents, shamelessly skipping school to sip a beer with his grand pa, chitchatting about girls, life and acting. It had always been his passion, playing someone else, telling stories.

He was chasing the gig, dreaming of a career in Hollywood.

Stefan chuckled. He and Mieke had been very talented at it. Being someone else, telling stories, lying about their roots.

Mieke made him swear to never ever speak about their former life. Too dangerous. The shadow of what happened when they arrived in Sydney haunted her brain and she told him she’d rather kill him than relive those bad times. 


Their deepest secret had laid under a floorboard since they moved in this house, after Luke was born. Sealed like their lips. 

The ID they made whilst in London before leaving, Nietzsche’s ‘Beyond good and evil’ he still remembered Mieke’s note and the first page by heart. The letter the Kaiser wrote to save Stefan’s life. The official court decision that made him a free man. Their wedding pic. Few pics of them taking pose with Cora or Marvin before they had to cut ties with them. To keep the secret.

It was a miracle that none of their children or grandchildren ever asked about their roots, their story, where Mieke’s name came from or why she kept calling his husband Stefan instead of Stephen.

The rules of family secrets. No questions.


At some point, he would have to tell his family the truth. 

Stefan Brandt and Mieke De Jong. 

The Kaiser Willem II. The spy, the murders, the war, the run. The real story of Bree’s birth. Her real name. The reason she named all her dolls Cora. The real reason why Luke lived for sailing. Running from Oz to find where he was really from. 

The reason why Jai wanted to be somebody else for a living.

The real story of the Courtney’s.


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Double Trouble

George Washington x reader x King George

Warnings: Alcohol, jealousy, and cursing

Request by anon: Could you do a king george x reader x george washington where the reader owns a tavern where she allows soldiers from both sides of the army to stay, but george and the king both want her on their side and they fall in love with her.

A/N: I’m pretty hyped up for this one because this is my first request!! I kinda went a little overboard with this so I’m sorry if it’s too long, but let me know how I did for my first request! Also this kinda switches off between the readers first person pov and third point of view! And to the requester, im sorry if it isn’t exactly like you wanted it but I hope its still good altogether!

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War was always stupid to (Y/N). She always believed violence was stupid and was never the answer.

With the war between America and the British, it just made her business grow, sometimes for the worst.

(Y/N) didn’t support either side, as all she wanted was to come to America to start her own tavern place.

It was out of place for a women to own a business such as that, but (Y/N) didn’t care, as that’s where her skill set lie.

(Y/N) owned a rather large tavern along the outskirts of Jamestown, Virginia, where both red and blue soldiers from the war were welcome.

Although this arrangement wasn’t the best, it still brought in customers.

But on one summer night, madness had awoken in (Y/N)’s tavern.

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I heaved out a sigh as I finished cleaning up the counters.

It was around 11 in the evening and business would usually be in full swing around this time.

But for some reason it wasn’t tonight. There were a few regulars scattered around, but that was it.

I went behind the rather large bar counter near one of the corners of the tavern and began organizing some of the bottles, bored out of my mind.

That’s when I heard the front doors bell chime throughout the tavern. I looked up to see who had entered.

Three men dressed in blue coats had walked in, giving off a rather intense aurora.

They sat down at the end of the bar counter I was at and engaged in conversation with each other.

I walked over to them and bluntly asked. “What can I get you boys?” like usual.

“The hell is a women doing working at a tavern? Shouldn’t you be at home serving your husband at his any wish?” The man on the end snapped at me.

I ignored the man. As I turned to the other two.

“Lee, watch your mouth, it’s impolite of you to ask a lovely lady such a question.” The man next to who I assume is Lee said. “I apologize for my comrades behavior to you Miss..?”

I gave a small smile. “(Y/N).”

“Well Miss (Y/N), me and my men would each like a pint of your finest whiskey if we may.” He smoothly said, smiling at me.

“Coming right up.” I said as I look one last glance at the man and went to get their drinks.

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Right when (Y/N) was out of earshot, both Charles Lee and Alexander Hamilton, the two revolutionaries who had joined General Washington out for drinks, burst into small fits of laughter.

“What’s so amusing to the two of you?” General Washington asked as he looked between the two men.

“Well it seems as though you’ve taken a liking to the lady, sir.” Hamilton said as smirked at Washington, nudging his side a little.

The general slouched in his chair and facepalmed himself. “Was it that obvious?”

“Maybe not to her, but to us, definitely.” Hamilton snickered.

“Sir, I think what you need to do is make a move on this lady if you are so infatuated with her.” Lee stated as he looked over at (Y/N), who was finishing up fixing their drinks.

“For once, I actually agree with Lee.” Hamilton muttered out.

Before Washington could object to anything, (Y/N) had came back over with set their drinks in front of them, giving them a warm smile like all the rest.

The three thanked her and (Y/N) was about to take her leave when Washington spoke up.

“E-Excuse me, Miss (Y/N)?” He spoke, gaining the girl’s attention. “I w-would like to know if-” The general was cut off by the sudden sound of the front door slamming open the the large screams of someone.

“Have no fear for your humble king has arrived!” A certain irritating British ruler called out.

Both Hamilton and Lee inwardly groaned at the sound of the mans voice. They knew they couldn’t engage in battle outside the battlefield as King George was accompanied by two British soldiers who wore red coats.

(Y/N) let out a soft chuckle at the man. She didn’t have the slightest clue who he was, nor did she know who General Washington was and his status.

King George looked at the blue coated general and shot him a grin. “Ah! If it isn’t my favorite general from the colonies!” He sung out as he walked over to the three men with open arms, his soldiers following behind him.

“I never expected a nobleman such as yourself to come to a place like this.” Washington said as he kept a kind smile plastered onto his face.

“I have heard that this place sells the best brewed alcohol. And so I am here to see if these rumors are true.” King George stated humblily.

“You don’t need a drink, you already act drunk as it is.“Hamilton muffled out before taking a sip of his drink.

The King glared over to Hamilton. “I beg your pardon?” He asked, his British accent getting a little deeper.

“You heard me.” Hamilton said as he stood from his chair, itching for a fight.

The two soldiers who had accompanied the King had now stepped in front of him and eyed down Hamilton, having no care in the world if they break into a fight.

“Hey!” (Y/N) hollered out, causing the men to focus their attention on her. “I won’t allow any fights in my tavern! Not now and damn it not ever! That’s the only warning I’m giving you men!” She barked out as she glared daggers into each of the men.

Hamilton shot a quick apology and sat back down as King George just pouted and mumbled “He started it.”

Washington held back a laugh as he looked back over to (Y/N), who was smirking at him in triumph.

King George took a long glance over the owner of the tavern. Carefully making note of every physical detail of the lady. Something about (Y/N) had aroused him, and he liked that feeling.

“Your beauty is very capturing miss, may I ask your name?” King George warmly asked as he took (Y/N)’s hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles.

The young lady blushed at his words and his gentle touch. “It’s (Y/N).” She said as she tried to keep her composure.

“He’s trying to steal your girl!” Lee harshly whispered to the general.

Washington shot Lee a weird glare before shaking his head in protest.

He wanted to say that the gorgeous girl was his, but he knew that wasn’t true. Washington was absolutely driven to (Y/N), even though they had just met.

“So tell me lady (Y/N), are you a loyalist to Britain?” King George asked as he attempted to engage in conversation.

“Well actually-”

“I’d like to think that the beautiful lady is more of a patriot.“ Washington butted in as he walked over to the two.

“Ha! In your pretty little dreams!” King George snickered.

“Hey-”

“You really must be a fool to really think someone as strong as (Y/N) to be a follower of-”

“Hey! I’m not a patriot or a loyalist! Just- look okay? I’m not one for choosing sides, all I came to this country for was to start my business. That is it.” (Y/N) stated as she sent a firm glare to the two men.

“Hmph, fair enough.” King George puffed. One of his soldiers tapped his shoulder and whispered something into his ear. “Well it looks like I must take my leave. But I will return again, lady (Y/N)” He kissed her hand. “And when I do, you shall be mine.” He smirked at her.

(Y/N) gave a faint chuckle as Washington rolled his eyes.

“Sir we gotta leave too, we got that thing in the morning.” Lee mumbled on.

Washington nodded and smiled at (Y/N). “It was an honor to meet you m'lady.” He said as he took her hand in his and softly grasped it. She smiled at him. “The honor is all mine!”

As General Washington left, the only thing that ran through his mind was winning the heart of (Y/N)

As King George left, he thought up ways to win the heart of (Y/N).

Two important and powerful men, drawn to a strong and independent girl.

It’ll be very troublesome…

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WOW THIS TOOK ME TWO WEEKS TO DO!!!! Im sorry this took so long!!! But I’m still taking requests!!! Ugh again im sorry this took so long -_-

anonymous asked:

Holy hell I just watched season 4 and...? WTF happened? I though this would actually be good, get to work on some more dynamics now that Keith's the leader, but they were like LOL NOPE LETS NOT FOLLOW THROUGH WITH ANYTHING WE SAID WOULD BE EXPLORED AND MAKE MORE HUNK IS STUPID (and fat) AND LANCE ONLY CARES ABOUT FAME JOKES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OR EXPLORATION but we'll do one good Pidge centric episode where we close her arc but then FOLLOW IT UP WITH THAT CORAN EPISODE

we are fine 

  • when the MC first met Hunt: nice to meet you where you been
  • whenever the MC has the option to flirt with Hunt: I could show you incredible things
  • pretty much what people's reactions would be like if the MC dated Hunt: magic, madness, heaven, sin
  • when the MC first met Hunt again: saw you there and I thought
  • fangirls: oh my god
  • jawline: look at that face
  • probably Hunt's reaction to all this: you look like my next mistake
  • sort of the attitude the MC has on the date: love's a game, wanna plaaaay
  • benefactor maybe: new money, suit and tie
  • "deep down you hoped it was me!" : I can read you like a magazine
  • that idea someone posted about the MC being blackmailed with info about her relationship with Hunt: ain't it funny, rumors lie
  • Hunt's attitude basically: and I know you heard about me
  • we should hang out some time tommy boy: so hey, let's be friends
  • fucking ending to the hunt date: I'm dying to see how this one ends
  • hunt wears prada: grab your passport and my hand
  • hunt wears prada pt 2: I can make the bad guys good for a weekend
  • --chorus--
  • when the mask is still on: SO IT'S GONNA BE FOREVER
  • once the mask is off: OR IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES
  • kind of what the MC is conveying once Hunt gets mad about the seduction: you can tell me when it's over
  • "this whole night was a mistake?" "I didn't say that" : if the high was worth the pain
  • addison, ethan, chris, victoria: got a long list of ex-lovers
  • probably why they keep on going all over-the-top with the dates (because maybe we're high maintenance): they'll tell you I'm insane
  • the MC is technically dating as many people as she wants: 'cause you know I love the players
  • lol hunt doesn't love the game: and you love the game
  • whenever MC has 'yolo' attitude: 'cause we're young and we're reckless
  • was kissing hunt too far: we'll take this way too far
  • hunt's attitude during the date: it'll leave you breathless
  • hunt's attitude afterwards: or with a nasty scar
  • addison, ethan, chris, victoria: got a long list of ex-lovers
  • probably why they keep on going all over-the-top with the dates (because maybe we're high maintenance): they'll tell you I'm insane
  • "insanely hot professor" : but I got a blank space baby and I'll write your name
  • --chorus ends--
  • what do I put for this one: cherry lips, crystal skies
  • whenever the MC has the option to flirt with Hunt: I could show you incredible things
  • if Hunt kisses the MC during the date: stolen kisses, pretty lies
  • they're both celebrities: you're the king baby I'm your queen
  • whenever the MC tries getting close to hunt: find out what you want
  • this only works if the MC is a girl: be that girl for a month
  • once hunt takes off the MC's mask: wait the worst is yet to cooooome, oh no
  • fangirls' reactions to the date's ending: screaming, crying, perfect storms
  • if your MC is one of the rude ones: I can make all the tables turn
  • implied to be Hunt's impression of the MC: rose gardens filled with thorns
  • what HUNT does to US: keep you second guessing like
  • apparently priya singh: oh my god, who is she
  • "what we could have been, thomas": I get drunk on jealousy
  • whenever hunt lets his softer side show: but you'll come back each time you leave
  • also Hunt's impression: 'cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
  • --skipping the chorus you already know--
  • dat angst with hunt's date tho: boys only want love if it's torture
  • well the MC DID drop hints: don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya
  • hunt's date struck a chord with me and I'm not even part of the hunt crush: boys only want love if it's torture
  • seriously MC dropped hints: don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn yaaAAA
  • (I was only going to do the first verse but I got carried away goddammit)