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K-I-S-S-I-N-G - Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You have yet to experience your first kiss when you are cast as Peter Parker’s love interest in the upcoming Spiderman movie. It doesn’t help that your character is the one who initiates the kiss and that you like your costar, Tom.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I absolutely love Tom and Harrison’s friendship. In order to fit my idea for this imagine, I had to make Harrison kind of a jerk. So my apologies to anyone who would get offended over that. Harrison seems like a good person-please do not allow this fictional one shot determine how you see him.

~~~

“Rise and shine!” Someone shouted, their muffled voice ringing throughout your hotel room. You turned under your covers, planting your face into your warm pillow with a groan-not ready to start the day.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Another person insisted, knocking lightly on the door.

“Don’t make me come in there. Get up, you lazy butt.” The first voice threatened and the knocking got louder. You threw your warm covers off you and shouted back.

“I’m coming, Haz! No need to break down my door!” You replied. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Hurry up.” Harrison stated.

“Take your time.” Tom said.

“No, hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“We won’t be late.” The boys began to argue outside of your hotel door as you changed into decent clothes. You brushed your teeth quickly before combing out your hair.

“Are you ready yet?” Harrison asked impatiently. You opened your door with a tired smile. He sighed, “Finally!”

“We still have half an hour.” You stated, closing your door and beginning the walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“Y/N, I got you your coffee. Just the way you like it.” Tom said, handing you the hot cup. You smiled gratefully as you took it. He was always doing small things for you, such as getting you coffee almost daily as if he was your personal assistant.

“You’re a life saver. Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of it. You kissed his cheek, missing how his cheeks flared as you did so. The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped inside.

“Where are the others?” You asked.

“They’ve all got the day off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all are sleeping in.” Tom explained.

“I wish I could be that lucky. So are we shooting mainly our scenes today then?” Tom was the star of the movie, playing Peter Parker aka Spiderman. You were portraying the love interest of Peter, which meant the two of you had a lot of scenes together. You both got along great and that chemistry transitioned onto the screen. You would even dare to say you had a developing crush on the dorky British actor. And oh how Harrison loved to tease you about it. He was like the annoying older brother that teased you and you would fire right back at him.

“Can we stop for breakfast on the way to the studio?” Harrison asked, “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. Nice to meet you.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He replied.

“No, you love me.”

~~~

After getting breakfast for the three of you on the way there, you were sat in the makeup chair, having your artist begin applying makeup to your face. A smirking Harrison came towards you from where Tom was talking to the director.

“What’s got you all smug, Haz?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just figured out what scene you’re shooting today.” He beamed in excitement. You closed your eyes as your makeup artist began to do your eyeshadow.

“What scene would that be? Your cameo?”

“Nope.” Harrison replied, “Peter and Y/C/N’s kiss.” If your makeup artist hadn’t been working on your eyes, you were sure your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of kissing Tom, but it was that you had never kissed anyone before. A first kiss was something that little girls dreamed of and it had never happened to you. Now, you were being robbed of that experience because of your choice to become an actress. You knew you would have to kiss him eventually for the role since it was imbedded into the script that your characters would share one. It was even harder to think about the kiss because your character instigates it and not Peter.

“Really? The kiss scene already?” You questioned.

“Yep.” You could hear the joy in Harrison’s voice. Your makeup artist finished with your eyes and called it good. You thanked her and then grabbed your script, looking over the scene.

“Have fun with it. Shooting starts in ten.” He laughed even more smug than when he came over in the first place. A whole day of taunting was scheduled for you-you could just tell. You read over the scene again and again until the director called you into place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tom tried to calm you down as your makeup artist applied one last touch of chapstick to your lips.

“That’s very helpful.” You replied sarcastically.

“It’s just like any other kiss, except you’re kissing me.” He stated and the confusion immediately spread across his face-wondering exactly what he just said and why. You two got into position on the set that was your character’s room.

“And action!” The director called.

“I need to go.” Tom said.

“Why? You just got here.” You asked, as Tom moved towards “your” bedroom “door”.

“I-I-I need milk.” He replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not lying.” Tom stated in an unconvincing tone.

“Peter, we need to talk.” You said, standing from your desk.

“Maybe later, Y/C/N. I’m sorry-I’ve really got to go.” He put his hand on your door handle.

“Peter Parker, you listen to me right now.” You demanded and watched as his hand dropped. Your voice went into a whisper, “Are you Spiderman or is it a hobby of yours to get into fights and play with my feelings?”

“I-I-” Tom voiced. His voice and facial expressions clearly showing the internal conflict bubbling inside of Peter. “Yes.” He sighed, “But no one can know. Not Ned and especially not Aunt May.”

“How? How did this happen?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“It’s a long story. Just stay inside tonight, promise?” He replied, meeting your eyes. You were supposed to pull him in for a kiss by taking him either by the shirt or the back of his neck, but, instead, you sighed and looked away.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt and embarrassment eating you up. You felt guilty for ruining the otherwise great scene and you were embarrassed for letting your feelings get the better of you. It just didn’t feel right to you to initiate your first kiss with your cast mate in front of tons of cameras.

“Just take a breather. That was really good.” Tom stated. He was always the encouraging and supportive cast mate. If you struggled even in the slightest, he would be there to help you. You had spent several nights in each other’s hotel rooms, reading your lines and acting out scenes; but never once has this scene been brought up between you two.

“I’m good-I’m good. Let’s run this again.” You stated, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you could do it again. You and Tom went back to your original place to restart the scene.

“Action!” The director called and the cameras began to roll once more. The lines flowed from both of your mouths easily and then the important part came.

“Just stay inside, promise?” Tom asked. You inhaled a sharp breath before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. The moment your lips locked, your mind became clouded with thoughts. Was this what kissing felt like? Were you doing it right? What was Tom going to think? Did he think you were good? Was it too much? Was it convincing? There was a loud laugh from off set, making the director call cut.

“Harrison!” Tom shouted, breaking away from you. You closed your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides to process what had just happened. You had just experienced your first kiss-now you could never go back.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut Osterfield, you’re going outside.” The director said. Harrison nodded, trying to stifle his laughter.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny.” Tom added. Harrison was ordered to leave because his laughter was not stopping.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Tom.

“Don’t be. You did fine.” He replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t initiated a kiss in a while.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t bad. I just didn’t kiss back because it’s not scripted for Peter.”

“Let’s roll this again!” The director shouted.

By the tenth take of the scene, you and Tom had to focus on not laughing. It began to stop being uncomfortable and awkward, but it was still an unusual thing for you. You pulled him in for the kiss as scripted and he started to laugh against your lips, making you burst out in giggles as well.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny, Tom. Get a grip.” You teased while laughing all the same.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he tried controlling his laughter.

The last time you and Tom had to do the scene was by far the strangest one for you. It was written that you would kiss him and then, after a moment, he would begin to kiss you back-right as you pulled away. But all of that did not happen for the last take.

The moment his lips hit yours he began to kiss you back. It surprised you at first, but you continued with it. You pulled away from him.

“Go get ‘em, Peter.” You said quietly, finishing the scene.

~~~

“I am so going to beat you.” Harrison said cockily to Jacob as the two began to play a video game in Tom’s trailer.

“Tom’s going to be so pissed at us for drinking all of his Dr. Pepper.” Laura laughed, sitting down beside Zendaya on the couch.

“Hey, you drank the last one.” Zendaya stated.

“I called dibs before we got here, so technically it was Jacob.” She replied.

“No blaming me for anything.” Jacob said, his eyes glued to the large TV screen. The girls watched as the boys played their game, waiting for the last of their cast mates to arrive. It was a common thing for the cast that had finished their filming to wait in someone’s trailer before going back to the hotel or grabbing a bite to eat. This time, they had all snuck into Tom’s trailer and (im)patiently waited for you and him to arrive.

“It’s always your fault.” Harrison responded. Their ears perked up as they heard the trailer door open.

“It was fine-I promise.” Tom said, walking into the room with you following him. He sighed as he saw the four others sprawled in his living room area.

“Really? You lot couldn’t just go to your own trailers?” Tom asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You have the biggest TV.” Harrison and Jacob replied simultaneously.

“Your couch is comfy.” Zendaya shrugged.

“My trailer is the smallest.” Laura stated. Tom rolled his eyes, “Can we go to dinner now?”

“No! I have to beat him first.” Harrison exclaimed. Laura got up from his spot on the couch and stood in front of the TV, blocking their view. You rolled your eyes at the boys who tried to see around her. You picked up the remote and turned the TV off, much to Jacob and Harrison’s dismay.

“You’re no fun.” Harrison pouted.

“I’ve been filming all day. I am more tired than you can imagine. All I want to do is eat and sleep.” You stated, standing by Tom in the doorway.

“Are your lips tired too?” Harrison teased making a kissy face at you. You took one of Tom’s throw pillows and chucked it at him.

“Aw, man. Was that today? We missed the kiss scene?” Zendaya whined.

“You didn’t miss anything.” You said.

“It was so funny. They were terribly awkward about the whole thing.” Harrison stated with a laugh, “Was there any tongue?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tom, “Kissing burns 6 calories a minute. How many did you two burn today? How chapped are your lips?” He continued as the others began to laugh and Tom rolled his eyes, “What’s the flavor of Y/N’s lipgloss? Strawberry or vanilla?”

“Do it again.” Jacob encouraged.

“Yeah, do it for our friends.” Harrison taunted.

“Harrison-” Laura started, being the one who saw the upset look flash across your face.

“Can we drop this?” Tom asked, feeling slightly annoyed at his best friend.

“You guys go to dinner. I’ll just eat on my own tonight.” You said, turning and leaving the trailer with all eyes on you. Tom’s trailer was silent as everyone’s attention shifted to Harrison, who was now looking extremely worried and guilty. It wasn’t unusual for him to make slightly taunting jokes; normally you would give him sassy remarks. Laura and Tom made eye contact and she sent him a silent look that told him to go after you. Wordlessly, Tom left his friends and went to your trailer that wasn’t too far from his.

He knocked on your door quietly. He listened as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the door.

“Harrison?” You asked with a unsteady voice.

“The other one.” Tom replied. His heartbeat quickened as the door slowly opened. He felt a pain form inside him as he registered the red color of your eyes-you had been crying and it had been partially his fault.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, allowing him to enter. He shut the door behind him as you went back to your small kitchen. Tom followed you in there.

“Cereal for dinner?” He questioned, acknowledging the empty bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box on your counter.

“It’s all I’ve got.” You shrugged.

“May I join you?” Tom asked and you nodded, getting another bowl for him and a spoon. You two sat down at the table and began to eat the cereal in silence.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison was saying.” Tom spoke up, breaking the quiet air.

“It’s not your fault.” You replied, “I’m just sensitive about it.”

“Why would you be sensitive about kissing?” It was an innocent question-he meant no harm. You paused for a moment before answering.

“Because I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I’ve never kissed anyone. Today was difficult because I had to initiate it and I had no clue what I was doing.” You said in a hushed tone. Tom’s spoon clattered as it fell into his bowl.

“You-you’ve never been kissed-like ever?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s the meaning of never, is it not?” You replied dryly. “I already feel foolish as it is. I don’t need you, Harrison, or anyone else mocking me for it.”

“No-no-I’d never.” Tom stated, “I was just confused because earlier today when we were-ya know-kissing, it didn’t seem like you were that inexperienced.”

“So you’re saying I didn’t completely suck? Thanks.” You commented back sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, you still need practice, but it’s only because you’ve never done it before. You are a good kisser-I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It probably would have been better if I kissed back as well.”

“What did you just say? You wouldn’t mind kissing me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Tom paused, “The truth is: I really like you. I was excited then and I’m excited now to have you play Peter’s love interest.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again either.” You replied with a shy smile on your face. Tom placed one of hands on the side of your cheek and drew you into him, planting his lips on yours.

You have probably kissed him at least twenty times today, but it’s different than those kisses. There is a spark in it and it’s filled with emotion and passion. It’s not acting, it’s real. You pulled away breathless, feeling your lips buzz.

“Now that was a kiss.” You said.

“And I plan on doing it a lot more.” Tom mumbled against your lips, locking them with his in another kiss.

anonymous asked:

so vld is confirmed to run for 8 seasons right? if that's the case and say sheith will be end game, at what point in the series would you want them to be canon?

hmm thats tricky. i know a lot of people would probably prefer it sooner than later, but i would much rather have relationships that werent rushed or forced. also, i dont think either of them is in a good headspace for it right now. keith in particular with his abandonment issues and constantly “afraid that he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose shiro” isn’t ready for a relationship. His immediate readiness to sacrifice everything for shiro without even questioning it is admirable, but i dont think shiro would ever want that. obviously shiro would still risk a lot for keith, still does things like trying to fight off everyone at the marmora base for his sake. but id argue bom proves that before shiro, keith had nobody (aside from his dad, who he already lost)And even after bonding with team voltron, he still doesnt think any of that matters if he loses shiro. 

also, if we still go by the fact that keith’s worst fear is feelings, i think it’ll be a while before he’s ready to confront them. particularly if doing so runs the risk of losing his friendship with shiro. 

Of course, we also know that keith is somewhat touch averse despite this craving for some kind of intimacy (you can see it in the way he immediately tenses up and then slowly relaxes anytime he’s hugged with the exception of shiro). In a way, this problem also extends to shiro. shiro, who thinks that the galra have twisted and warped him into a weapon, who feels that he can’t even trust his own body or memories, who struggles with this notion that he is both unworthy as a paladin and a leader. If you look at kuro and crystal venom, shiro’s worst fear seems to be turning into exactly what the galra tried to make him. and then he finds out that zarkon was the previous black paladin, that black saw the same fire in zarkon she saw in him, and all that fear and doubt is compounded. so i could imagine shiro would be very hesitant about having a partner now, not to mention how any physical contact he experienced during that year in prison always resulted in pain. ironically, the first gentle touch he receives on earth isn’t only human, but also galran. the fact that keith reaches out to him again outside the shack without hesitation is also notable, especially compared to when shiro holds out his galra hand to lance. 

you see lance’s hand stop and it flinches away, and he stares at shiro sadly before offering a smile and reaching back. just to be clear, i dont think there’s anything wrong about lance doing this. it shows he’s empathetic and its really crashing down on him what kind of hell shiro’s been through. and you see how choked up keith looks when he first sees shiro after all this time. but when he’s actually in front of shiro? he stays calm and grounding, tries his best to reach out and act like nothing’s changed. keith never hesitates, never shies away from shiro’s touch or startles from it the way he does around others. and after his time in space prison, i think shiro needs that honestly. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that shiro seems to hold people more at arm’s length after kerberos. With keith their easy, casual intimacy with one another certainly helps, but i imagine a romantic relationship would still be a big adjustment after everything they’ve both been through. 

ideally i could see them working up to something like flirting or dating around seasons 5-6. of course, then you also have to ask: what would cannon sheith look like? becuase honestly, i think the answer is: not very different. They already seem to be pretty open about their affection, and we already know shiro is keith’s most important person. I can see them maybe holding hands occasionally or being more into hugs. maybe going on “space dates” every now and again on more lowkey missions like the space mall. but voltron is also a sci-fi adventure, so romance wont be the focus. It’s also a matter of what they can and can’t get away with in terms of censorship (which is really shitty, i know) but thankfully staff already said netflix seems to allow for more opportunity with representation. and this is the same studio who said they wanted to make it expressly clear that korra and asami were together. im thinking the most romantic voltron will get though is like pining, the exchange of little physical reassurances (hugs, shoulder touches, pats on the back, ect), and a mutual confession. maybe a kiss good luck or goodbye during a really emotional scene. 

anyway, season 3 will be a lot of background info and flashbacks i think, which we really need. i feel like the direction of their relationship will end up depending on whatever they had going prekerberos, especially if either of them had feelings for the other that they never confronted before voltron. i think everyone would take some time off from their relationships for season 7 and most of 8 though, you know, put stuff on hold while they gear up for the final battle. a big emotional farewell before the last fight would be really good though. 

and see now, the thing about relationships that i think a lot of people forget when it comes to “cannon ships” for an action adventure series like this is that…well…if a ship becomes cannon at some point, it doesnt mean that they’ll stay together for the rest of the show. sometimes it happens fast and burns out, or people break up and make up a lot, or they try to work things out but just drift apart. so i think id much rather it happen later than sooner because, with show like this, i think that gives them a better chance of staying together? like, the thought of keith being in a relationship with allura and then shiro or vice versa seems to be treated like something impossible, but relationships dont work out and partners deicide to see other people all the time? its even possible keith will have the occasional one episode romantic interest that’s never revisited, like the mer-alien that kissed lance. so anyway, im not too worried if it takes them a bit longer to get together. 

Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…

~

One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.

~

Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…

~

It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…

“Cas?”

Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”

Damn.

Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/

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Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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Yesterday on...

Plotdale - 12th April 2017

[Running in the Village with Robert and Aaron who look unfairly adorable in their running gear *Fan Baiting Alert*]
AARON: Why don’t you just go home Robert? You’re clearly not fit enough to keep up with me. (DANNY: Plus, Ryan, I know your knee is still bothering you and I can’t watch you limp anymore, bro)
ROBERT: No Aaron, you’re my number one priority, so I must be seen doing these kinds of activities with you. If you’re going to be doing an activity that you’ve previously used as a method of self harming I have to appear willing to go with you to keep an eye on you. Plus, I need a reason to be outside right now. (RYAN: It’s getting better, honest. Nice that they keep giving me all these scenes where I have to walk and run though. But hey, at least the plot says I get to stop for now)
*Two lines of cute banter* - for the fans
ROBERT: Go on Aaron, I have a plot cramp. I’ll catch you up.
AARON: Doubt it.

[In the Village with Robert and Rebecca. Swing set clearly shown as Robert walks by…as if the audience needed a reminder]
ROBERT: Have you done the thing I’m forcing you to do yet? I have my evil reputation to keep up.
REBECCA: Later today, as you asked. I am deeply conflicted about this. Doesn’t it show?
ROBERT: What time is it exactly? I need to know so I can stalk you later and make sure you really did the thing.
REBECCA: *Shows appointment on phone* There you go. Happy stalking! Oh and just to give you another opportunity to sound like a jerk, happy now?
ROBERT: I will be when it’s done. (Thanks, I needed that. I wasn’t sure my jerkish side was properly showing in this scene yet)

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Impenetrable- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 7 of Alone Together)

A/N: I’m just terrible. This is up so late, and I have no excuse. I just hated the way I wrote it and couldn’t seem to get it right. Sorry, but I hope you enjoy. We are coming to the end of this series!! Oh boy….

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) - Walls Built. (part 6)

Originally posted by tallkfandomtome

The walls you had put up around Sirius were only built higher the night after you hallucinated him. You started sleeping with your curtains open now, and your light on. You needed to ensure that you weren’t going crazy, even though as each night went by you knew you were slipping further from what you once were.

Meanwhile, Sirius had tried to have things go back to what they were. You were sure of this. He had stopped avoiding you, started showing up to all meals with the marauders, and it seemed like everybody was settling back into their usual habits.

All except you.

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Theo x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, flashbacks, angry Theo, swearing

Words: 1223

Request: A Theo imagine where he comes back from hell and you’re there with Liam and Hayden, and he remembers your relationship.

Note: I’m taking the scene from my memory, so if it’s not very accurate I’m sorry :) And thank you for requesting, I love Theo so much!!!!

I also think I ended up making this a little bit longer than I had intended so I removed a flashback where reader broke someone’s nose because I didn’t know how to finish it. Hope that’s okay, and if someone would want me to I could post it…

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When Liam had told you he was going to try to bring Theo back, you had immediately told him you wanted to be there when he did it. Hayden had been unsure if it would be a good idea, but you had insisted. Liam knew that this meant a lot to you, as you had never really let go of your former boyfriend, trying to convince everyone he had learned his lesson and he didn’t deserve whatever they had done to him. They felt bad for you, sure, but they never really thought he was good enough for you. They said that they were your friend, and that’s why they wanted you to move on. That Theo had done more bad than good in life, and that you deserved better. You disagreed. Theo had been the best things that had ever happened to you, not counting becoming a part of the McCall pack and befriending the amazing people you now called your family.

You knew they only wanted the best for you, and they cared about you. You knew that. That’s why you were standing in a dark tunnel with Liam and Hayden, waiting for them to stop talking to Kira’s mother and get to the part where they brought Theo back. They didn’t want to bring him back for you of course, it was simply because they wanted his powers, but you didn’t care. You just couldn’t wait to hold him close and tell him how much you missed him. How often you dreamt about him.

Kira’s mother brushed past you and Liam turned to look at you and Hayden, with a rather unsure look on his face. He began walking and stopped a few steps away. The sword which Kira’s mother had handed him glowed a blue color as Liam raised it into the air with the sharp end pointing towards the ground.

“Liam wait!” Hayden called, but it was too late. Liam had already pushed the sword into the ground. It cracked, and revealed a just as blue, just as glowing light as the sword. Liam backed and you all stared at the ground, waiting for something to happen. A hand suddenly broke through the ground. A hand with sharp claws. Someone dirty and dusty climbed up from below, and dust filled the room making you cough. Theo took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes they glowed a bright yellow. A growl escaped his lips. In one quick movement he suddenly had Liam pressed against the wall, his arm pressed against his neck.

“Theo wait. We don’t want to hurt you, we brought you back!”

“Where’s my sister?” Theo growled, turning his head to look at Hayden. “I’m going to kill you. I’ll kill all of you!” He said through gritted teeth and you thought maybe this was the time for you to speak up.

“Your sister is dead, Theo. Remember? You killed her.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

Theo let go of Liam and turned to look at you when he heard your voice. Old memories of your time together flashed before his eyes.

“Theo, come on. We have to study!” you laughed and looked up into his eyes. He had a small smirk on his lips, as his nose touched yours. You were placed on your back on your bed, and he was hovering over you with his elbows resting on either side of your face.

“Why?” he chuckled. He moved his face a little bit a pressed a short kiss to your jaw, and then another one a little bit higher up. He kept pressing kisses to your face, each time getting closer and closer to your lips. You felt a giggle escape you.

“Just because you’re planning on taking over the world, doesn’t mean you can just ignore school.” You told him. He made a humming noise and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and placed your hands on his cheeks. “I’m serious, I don’t want to fail” you managed to say when you took a small breathing pause. He grinned and gave you a short kiss.

“Alright, but we’ll get back to this later.”

“Alright, later. But first we study.”

 

Your mother stared at the two of you sighing, with her hand on her forehead. She slowly tilted her head down towards the ground, so you couldn’t see her eyes. It made you incredibly nervous. You hoped that she wouldn’t scold you. Well, actually you were more nervous wondering if she’d let you and Theo see each other again. For weeks you had kept this relationship secret. Weeks, and now she suddenly knew.

“Mama, I… “ you began, trying to think of something to say. Your mother looked up, while Theo looked nervous and confused. He looked like a puppy.

“(y/n), Stiles came to talk to me this morning, he told me everything.” She sighed.

“What is everything? Mom, I love Stiles but he’s probably overreacting. Stiles doesn’t like Theo, and it’s honestly just him being silly.”

“He told me that he’s dangerous. I’ve known Stiles his whole life, and I know he has a wild imagination but he is very smart.”

“You’re right Mrs. (lastname). Stiles is very smart, and I actually don’t know what I’ve done for him to dislike me, but I promise I’d never do anything to hurt your son/daughter.”  Theo tried to reason. Your mother still looked very unsure on whether to trust the two of you or not.

“Mom I love him.” You blurted out, desperate for your mother’s approval. Theo glanced at you with a confused look. You’d never said that out loud.

“Please don’t make me regret this. Your past relationships have not ended very well, and I just care about you.” Your mother finally decided. You tackled her in a hug and thanked her, before grabbing Theo’s hand and leading him out of the room.

“I love you” you repeated the moment you stopped, with your cheeks a light pink color. Theo stared at you in disbelief for a very long time, trying to figure out how to respond. He suddenly took a step towards you and cupped your cheek, his other arm resting around your waist.

“Theo-“ you began, hoping that he would say something. He cut you off with a kiss, and stayed like that with his face close to yours.

“I love you too” he hummed against your lips. You smiled and put your hands on his shoulder, gripping his jacket.

 

“Why didn’t you help me? You let them… You let her take me!” He sounded upset as he stared at you. He had been quiet for a little while and you understood that he had all the right to be angry at you.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Theo. I tried to look for you, I tried to convince them to take you back but no one wanted to help me. I tried.” You got out, sounding incredibly pained. Theo seemed like he didn’t know what to do. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you threw yourself forwards, pulling him in for a hug. It didn’t take long for him to react, and he held you tightly against is chest, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“I missed you so much” you croaked. “So, so much.”

apparently rough-sketching scenes from disney aus is my ~thing now, so here’s a snapshot of cinderella, based on the 2015 movie. maybe this will become a series, who knows!

(with proper capitalization for reading ease bc this got wayyy longer than i meant for it to, whoops)


The first time Isak meets the prince, he doesn’t know he’s meeting the prince.

This is probably for the better, seeing as he doesn’t so much meet the prince as nearly run the prince down with his horse. Which is mostly Isak’s fault, since he isn’t watching where he is riding as well as he should be, but there are—reasons, if he were pressed to give them. The morning had been crueler than usual and the ride to the market had been an all-too-appealing promise of escape, even just temporarily. And so Isak had left the breakfast dishes still dripping dry and bolted as fast as he was able, gratefully giving his thoughts and tears to the wind and trusting the horse to guide them both clear.

Maybe not the safest plan, but it has worked fairly well, up until he almost runs into another rider. It happens so quickly—a startled shout, the high cry of another horse, a blur of color suddenly veering to his left—that Isak has little time to do anything but shout “Sorry!” over his shoulder and hope the wind carries it back. He thinks that will be it, until he registers a voice calling behind him, and then a second rhythm of hoofbeats pounding into the forest floor and catching him up.

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Jealousy ~ Pt. 2 of ‘Nightmares’

Part 1: https://undercovermarauder.tumblr.com/post/159411456294/nightmares

Pairing: Young! Sirius Black x reader

Requested: sort of, in the comments

Warnings: none

Word count: 1265

A/N

Here it is! One day early! I have been working on it and I feel like it’s way better than the first part, although be sure that the story isn’t over yet and that there are a lot more parts coming up!

  It was here: the Graduation dance was merely a month away, so close, yet so far away. Every 7th year was looking forward to it, and so was (Y/N) Lawson. Although she was definitely one of the most wanted girls in her year, her four best friends scared away nearly every boy that wanted to ask her to the dance, until, Thomas Smith, probably the hottest boy in her year, right after Sirius Black of course, set is eyes on her.

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Stop Your Crying (ii)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

This is the second and last part! Everyone seemed to like the first part! Follow, send feedback, and ideas for future stories!


Anne was 18 when Harry lost the letter.

Harry had taken Anne and her childhood friend, turned boyfriend, Ian to Jamaica  as a graduation gift. He decided on Jamaica because this is where he proposed to Y/n This is where they got married. Hell, he even thinks that this is where Anne was conceived. He thought of this trip as a rite of passage for Anne. He also hoped that maybe if he visits this place that is so sacred to him and his late wife, he’ll be able to move on.

It’s been 18 years and the furtherest he’s gone with a woman is having her give him a drunken hand job. He tried. He tried to move on, he knew that Y/n wouldn’t want him to be alone forever, but he couldn’t. It still hurt him.

The trip was nice, and quite frankly something that the three of them needed. Harry and Ian had gone fishing, while Anne had spent the day at the spa. Harry and Ian were fishing when Ian grew visibly uncomfortable.

“Wha’s the matter?” Harry asked his daughter’s boyfriend. Ian sighed and reached into his pocket. Harry looked at the hand Ian had extended to him and observed the black box.

Harry knew its contents. He felt his heart clench in his chest. He wasn’t angry that a man wanted to marry his daughter. He was happy for them. But he was sad. Sad that his wife wouldn’t get to witness their baby get married to the love of her life. Sad, that he was once in Ian’s shoes. Sad, that he will never feel that bliss again in his life.

“Mr. Styles,” Ian began. Harry shook his head and smirked. “Boy, yeh’ve known me before yeh could read. It’s Harry… or dad.” Ian smiled and nodded. “Harry, I wondered if I could marry Anne? I know that we’re young, but we’ve together since 8th grade. She’s my person, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want her to be my wife, and I, her husband. I want to have children with her.”

That last sentence caused Harry’s heart to stop. Ever since his wife’s death, he never wanted his daughter to have children. Sure, he knew he couldn’t stop her, but he didn’t want to lose her the same way he lost Y/n. He also didn’t want his grandchildren to grow up without a mother like Anne did.

Ian noticed how Harry’s demeanor changed, and knew what he said to cause the change in mood.

“Harry,” Ian sighed. “I know you’re scared of Y/n having children because of her mother, but I did the research and the chances of that are happening are slim. I would never get her pregnant if I knew that she would, um, die. I couldn’t do that to her, or you.” Ian finished.

Harry took the box from Ian’s hand and opened it up and saw a ring, and his heart stopped when he noticed the gemstone. It wasn’t a diamond, but an opal. Y/n’s favorite stone. He couldn’t stop his tears.

“Yes,. You can marry my daughter.”

Ian had proposed to Anne that night, and asked Harry if he wanted to be there when he popped the big question. Harry declined, because he knew that a moment like that should only be shared between two people, plus he really missed his wife, and wanted to be left alone.

The last night of their vacation, he laid in his hotel bed reading the letter over and over. He couldn’t believe that when he first read this letter out loud, he was holding his week old baby. Now, after reading it for what felt like the millionth time, she was engaged. She had grown up before his eyes, and his wife missed all of it.

Sometimes Harry really hated her. Sometimes, he wished that she would’ve saved her own life. Sure, he would’ve been devastated that he would have lost Anne, but they could have tried for more. But then Harry realizes that parenting is all about sacrifices, and his wife made the biggest one.

The next morning, Harry is awoken by his phone ringing. It’s Anne telling him that he’s going to make them late and that he better hurry up. Harry rushed out of bed, and packs in a rush not knowing where he put things. He doesn’t even check to see if he forgot anything.

They’ve been back for two days now, and Harry still can’t find that damn letter. He has been looking all over for it. He has torn everything in his room apart.

When Anne comes home from Ian’s she isn’t met with her dad’s cheerful greeting and a hug, but silence. She knows he is home though. She makes her way upstairs to look for her dad, and on her way she stops at her parents’ wedding picture. She smiles and marvels her mother’s beauty. She would never tell her father this, but she doesn’t love her mother. She has never met her, and doesn’t think that its possible to love someone you have never met. She has a great deal of respect for her though, but she doesn’t miss or love her like Harry thinks that she should.

When Anne reaches the top of the stairs she sees her father tearing his bedroom apart in a frantic state. “Daddy?” She asks warily.

Harry is pulled out of his frenzied state when he hears Anne’s soft voice. He only glances at her and returns to searching. Anne furrows her brow at her father’s actions. “Dad, what are you doing?” She asks confused.

Harry huffs and places a tattooed hand on his forehead. “I left something in Jamaica, I think.” Anne frowns. “What? Please, tell me it’s that old Rolling Stone shirt?” She asks with a  teasing smirk on her face.

This upsets Harry. “No, I lost a letter. Plus, that shirt was the last thing your mother had bought me.” She snapped. Anne has never heard an outburst like this from her dad, and she didn’t like it. “Sorry, I forgot that you are still in love with a dead woman.” Soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

Harry froze. He felt nothing but rage boil in him. He knew it was true, but he never thought that his daughter would say something like that. “You know that ‘dead woman’ gave her life for you? That dead woman died so she could give you,” He pointed at his daughter in a bitter tone. “Life. She could have easily said ‘Save me. I can have another baby.’ But she didn’t. Maybe she should have though. Maybe if she wasn’t so damn stubborn I would have my wife!” By the time he finished, he was in tears. He didn’t mean what he said, and Anne knew that, but it still hurt. So, being the kind person that she is she went over to her dad and held him while he cried.


Anne is now 23, and has been married for two months now. Her and Ian were engaged for 5 years. The pair both wanted to finish all of their schooling, and become established adults. Harry was spending the weekend with them in their East London flat.

He loved being with his daughter and son-in-law, they took his mind off of things. For the past 5 years, Harry has yet to find the letter. It bothers him every once in awhile but he thinks that it helped him move on. He has been going out on dates, and he can even have sex with other women. But he has never fallen in love. Anne is happy that after 20 some years, her father is finally moving on.

Harry, however noticed something was off. Anne didn’t have wine at dinner. She always has wine at dinner. She also covered her mouth multiple times to hide a gag. Then it hit him. She’s pregnant. Harry feels his blood run cold. Flashbacks from seeing his wife’s lifeless body after the baby was born haunts him, and he can’t see Anne like that. He cries, and looks up at the ceiling and whispers, ‘keep her safe, baby.’

7 months later, Harry’s phone rings and it’s Ian. Now, Harry knows that he should be jumping with the joy. He’s going to be a grandfather in a few hours, but he is nothing but nerves and dread.

Harry gets out of bed, and goes in his closet to get jeans and a shirt. When he puts his jeans on, he feels something in the pocket. He reaches in the back pocket and grabs a crumpled up envelope with messy, weak handwriting on the front of it. His tears are instantaneous. He knows that this is Y/n’s way of letting him know that Anne is going to be just fine.

When he gets to the hospital, his daughter is in labor, and so far everything is good. Ian leaves to get some clothes and asks Harry to stay with her while he’s gone.

He walks into the room, and the scene probably would have caused his heart to clench in sadness, but it doesn’t. He feels nothing but joy that his baby is having a baby.

Anne is sleeping, so Harry grabs her hand and reaches in his pocket and runs his thumb over the name on the envelope. He looks at Anne to make sure that she really is sleeping, before he reads the letter to her.

When he finishes. He kisses his little girl’s head and whispers, “This letter was a sign.”

8 hours later, Harry is holding his newborn granddaughter. He is smiling down at the little girl and can’t believe how precious she is.

She has her father’s eyes, her mother’s hair, and her grandmother’s name.

Lifelong Struggle

A/N: A request from @teatimewithtiya where the reader has PCOS. Because of that, she doesn’t get her period often, but when she does, it is super irregular and lasts a long time. She’s super sick and doesn’t eat a lot. It’s at the beginning of her relationship with Spencer, so when she consistently goes to the bathroom, he believes she might have an eating disorder. Comfort ensues after he realizes what is actually ailing her. @coveofmemories

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“How’re you doing, Spence?” you asked, sitting on the couch with your hot water bottle as you spoke to your boyfriend while he was at work. You’d only started dating Spencer a few of months ago, but this was the first time since you got together that Aunt Flo decided to make an appearance. Damn her. 

Since the age of 14, when you’d first been diagnosed with PCOS, you’d gotten maybe six periods a year, and when you did, you literally felt like your midsection was on fire. You barely ate. You barely moved, only getting up to go to work. You slept constantly. It was awful and painful and nothing seemed to help for the three fucking weeks your body decided to bleed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’ll be out of here in an hour. Did you want to stay in tonight instead of going out?”

“Yea, actually, please,” you said, pressing the bottle firmly to your stomach. “I’m  gonna take a nap, okay. Wake me up when you get here.”

“See you soon.”

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About two hours later, Spencer had gotten out of work, gone home to get changed, and showed up at your apartment. “Wake up, babe,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Do you want me to make you dinner?” You must’ve looked either peaceful or dead because he rarely cooked, which you thought was odd. A mind like his would probably go well with reading exact recipes.

“That’s okay,” you replied, pushing up off the couch as the blanket fell to the floor. “I’m just going to have some jelly on toast. I’m not really in the mood for anything else. I do have leftover lasagna in the freezer if you want to heat it up for yourself though.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You haven’t been eating a lot lately and your eyes are really sunken. I don’t want you to get sick.” Too late. Your body was trying to murder you. 

Whenever your period did decide to grace you with its presence, you felt like the grossest lump in the entire world, literally and figuratively heavy with the weight of your hormones. But you stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, Spence,” you said softly as you picked up the blanket and wrapped yourself up like a burrito as you walked into the kitchen. “I’m just not hungry.”

You walked into the kitchen and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster after telling Spencer to help himself. You were still tired, but you figured the both of you could eat dinner, or for you what qualified as dinner, while you watched a movie. But first, you needed to go to the bathroom for what was legitimately the 20th or 21st time today and make sure you weren’t bleeding through another two pads. Two at a fucking time. You didn’t know why, but for some reason you didn’t want to tell Spencer you had PCOS yet. It came with a lot of preconceived notions and some realities that you weren’t sure he’d be able to deal with. Last thing you wanted was to bleed in front of him; you weren’t that close yet. 

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Spencer was worried about her. He and Y/N hadn’t been dating more than a few months, but as a profiler he couldn’t help but notice certain behaviors. They didn’t indicate anything good. Almost every time she ate, she’d go to the bathroom before and after. She was constantly sick. He assumed that if she had been diagnosed with something, she’d tell him, but if she had an eating disorder, which is what it looked like to him, he figured she might not. It hadn’t taken him long to develop feelings for her, so he felt like he had to say something. He just hoped he was wrong.

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After returning from the bathroom, which could’ve looked like a murder scene to anyone who didn’t know better, you grabbed your toast and picked out a jar of strawberry jelly. You didn’t really feel like eating anything, but this did look appetizing. As you sat down on the couch next to Spencer, you felt him stiffen. “You sure you’re okay? You were in there for a while.”

“I’m fine, babe,” you smiled, your eyes feeling heavy as your head rested against his shoulder.

Y/N felt her body rise as Spencer took a deep breath. “I don’t want to make any assumptions,” he said turning you toward him, “But I’m worried about you and I need to say something. If you’re struggling with your eating, or your self-image, or anything, I can put you into contact with someone that can help. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Blinking as you tried to decipher what he was actually talking about, it suddenly dawned on you. “You’re worried I have an eating disorder?” you asked. That was the farthest thing from the truth. You wanted to eat - desperately, but when you felt like this, everything made your stomach turn. You didn’t want to tell Spencer, but you also didn’t want him thinking that you had an untreated problem.

“I don’t have an eating disorder, Spence. I have PCOS,” you said, wondering how he’d react. “I have since I was 14. It’s been a lifelong struggle. It makes me sick a lot, and whenever I get my period I can’t eat that much, I get sick, and that fucker decides to stick around for two-to-three weeks instead of five-to-seven days.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Periods are a completely natural thing you know.”

“I know,” you laughed, grazing your hand up his chest. “It just has a lot of preconceived notions that come with it, so I didn’t want you to run away.”

“What kind of preconceived notions?” he asked confused. “Like trouble having kids?”

You nodded. From the very beginning you knew that Spencer wanted kids, so they idea that you very likely wouldn’t be able to have them was something that weighed on your mind, more so when you started seeing him. “I know you’ve always wanted them.”

“There are plenty of ways to have kids,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

That was a relief. Spencer was unlike any man you’d ever met - the perfect mix of emotional and intelligent. “Thanks, Spence.”

“Do you want me to heat up the hot water bottle again?” he asked as he got up from the couch. Smiling, you reached up to hand it to him and collapse back into the cushion. After putting the heated bottle for a couple of minutes, he returned to the couch. “Come sit on my lap,” he said, lifting you into his arms so you could rest against his chest.

“What if I bleed on you?” you said. The thought petrified you. “You have no idea how much I die when I have my period.”

“It’s blood,” he laughed. “I’ll live. You look like you could use a cuddle, so I’ll deal with the consequences.”

Leaning back, you lifted your hand up and caressed the side of his face. “I know we’ve only been dating for a few months…but I kinda like you a lot.”

“I kinda like you a lot too,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “No matter what.”

polyamorousparson  asked:

19 + bittyparse

50 A Softer World Prompts

When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)

This is also in the same universe as Now or Never (thanks again for listening to me ramble about that, Kat)

“So, what’s it like in Vegas?” Bitty’s cousin Robert (Bobby) asks Kent half way through lunch.

When Bitty had invited Kent to come for the 4th of July, he’d warned him about his family. More specifically, he’d warned him that they had a tendency to chatter.

“Y’know,” Kent shrugs, “dry heat—douchebags shouting on every street corner. Lots of booze and gambling.”

Bitty discreetly rolls his eyes. As if any of that was a bad thing in Kent’s book.

Bobby whistles. “Must attract a lot of…strange folks.”

Kent takes another bite of his potato salad. “I guess. I’m probably the biggest freak out there.”

“Kent,” Bitty huffs.

“What? You gotta admit I’m out there-Dicky,” Kent snorts at the nickname Suzanne revealed to him two days ago when he landed in Atlanta. “Short, millionaire playboy. I’m like Tony Stark with more charm and less wits.”

“You have an incorrigible sense of humor,” Bitty chirps. “That’s all.”

“Tomato, potato,” Kent hums.

“I gotta ask,” Randy interrupts. “Is your team the queer one?”

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Butterfly and the Beanie (Part Two)

Jughead x Reader

Part One Here 

A relationship comes to an end because of a mistake, but does the flame ever really die?

Warnings: Fighting

Word Count: 3,131 (sorry not sorry)

A/N: I wasn’t going to continue this, but I got a couple requests to, and if anything else it was an interesting ride to see where this took me and I really like how it turned out. I hope it satisfies! P.s. i made Brock up oops soz 


The waiting room is cold, sterile.

A few hours since the accident.

One week since our fight.

I twist the ring on my finger, the butterfly moving back and forth, his beanie sitting in my lap.

I need hope now more than ever.  

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a/n: i need someone in my life asap why do i do this to myself,,, i hope you like this anyway!!

word count: 1,8k

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: so so sO cheesy and [chandler bing voice] i loathe myself

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Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.

You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?

This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.

That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.

You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.

By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.

Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.

And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.

He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.

Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.

Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.

”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.

Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.

”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”

You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.

Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.

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All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.

Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.

”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.

”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.

”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.

That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.

It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.

”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.

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Anon: Hello cutiepie! First of all: I love your blog! You are a really good writer and I enjoy reading your scenarios etc! I wanted to request a taeyong scenario that’s really a hazy but fluffy in the end. Maybe something involving jealousy. Take your time and thank you xxx

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

POV: First Person


The blinding lights shone bright in every corner of the club. People danced around me, couples tore through the clustered crowds to find a place to soothe their desperations. The smell of beer and sweat and cheap perfume dominated the air. Music blasted from the speakers almost wrecking my ears. The small glass was misty in my hands as I took another shot. It was his idea to come here and there he was, busy in his own matters. He chatted away with the boys, a drink in his hands and a permanent smile plastered onto his gorgeous face. His glowing beauty didn’t help my frustration because every time my anger boiled due to his lack of acknowledgement, it was washed away by my love for him. I sighed and leaned against the counter, analysing the scene around me. 

 "Hey there beautiful,“ I heard someone say. I turned around to meet radiant green eyes and curly blond hair. He rested his arms on the counter and sat back in his seat. “Why is such a beautiful girl like you sitting alone?” He had an Australian accent. I smiled at him, ideas popping into my head. I wanted to make Taeyong feel the same way that he’s been making me feel for so long. Dating Taeyong had its perks, he was beautiful, funny, loving but then the cons. He was too beautiful. Days and nights were spent fearing over him finding someone better and leaving. But he shouldn’t know that. 

 "The real question is, why is such a gorgeous boy like you talking to a girl like me?“ He cackled and looked into my eyes. 

 "A girl like you? What’s wrong with a girl like you?” I smirked and looked away, taking another shot. Taeyong was still laughing away and that irked me even more. I decided to play along with this boy a while longer until I arrested his attention. 

 A while later I was laughing at his jokes and then he held my hand. I had gone too far and I was well aware of it. Before I could look around for Taeyong, I felt a hand on my shoulder. He stood behind me boring his eyes into the boy’s hands. I pulled my hand away and smiled at him. “Hi, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Taeyong said, eyes still emitting intimidation. I could feel the boy’s face crumbling into desperation to get away as fast as he can. Taeyong looked deadly when he was mad. They introduced themselves and the boy quickly hurried away. I felt bad for him, he seemed nice. 

 "And just what do you think you were doing?“ He asked. I rolled my eyes at him. 

 "Finding something to do." 

 "So you chose to flirt with the nearest good looking person in the room?” His voice was terse but his attitude had my adrenaline levels up today. It took everything for me not to scream at him. 

 "I didn’t flirt with him, he was kind enough to acknowledge my presence unlike some people.“ He shook his head at my comment. Anger, agitation and jealousy. He pulled me by the hand and led me out of the club. "Let go of me,” I said. We stood in the lone alleyway, the pavement damp beneath my heels. It was a hazy night and the sky was covered in thick clouds. The neon lights blinked at us outside the club and the commotion of the people inside was still audible. “I felt like I didn’t belong there. You ignored me the whole time and now you have the audacity to show authority?" 

He put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Listen, I’m sorry. I got carried away okay.” He looked so young standing in front of me. But his eyes were still wild as ever and face just as prepossessing as the day I fell for him. 

 "Carried away? Is that going to be your excuse all the time? When one day you find someone better, will your excuse be that you got ‘carried away’“? A streak of tear ran down my cheek. His eyes widened at my sudden confession.  

"What do you mean? Why would I ever leave you?” He stepped closer. 

 "You will, when you find someone prettier, funnier.“ He shook his head and put his arms around me. 

 "Do you really think I’ll leave you over something as plastic as that?” He smelled like grass on a rainy day. 

 "Yes because you’re popular and incredibly handsome and people love you.“ Pulling away, I stared into his dark eyes. They were pits of black, deep and glistening. "And I’m just a normal college girl. I’m nothing special." 

 "But you’re special to me. Where the hell am I going to find another person with the same laugh as you?” My lips automatically broke into a smile at that. He kissed my head and pulled me into a hug. “I can’t promise you because we never know what time will bring us. But I hope I never have to leave you because I don’t know what I’ll become without you. My life is weird, its loud and busy. And you are normal and ordinary but in a good way. Its the only thing that keeps me sane.” I nuzzled my head into his chest and tightened my grip around his waist. The sky burst into a soft drizzle as we walked towards his car.

‘Let me count the ways’: All the ways JonSa could evolve in S.7 ep. 1 or 2

I shall but love thee better after death. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Until recently the possibility of anything happening physically between Jon and Sansa early in s.7 seemed remote. I really thought (still kinda do) that we will get them coming together in s.8 after Jon gets disillusioned by Dany. But based on a few posts, plot leaks I’ve tried to avoid, and actors comments, I’ve upped the potential for a f*ck plot in episode 1 or 2 to a solid 50/50. (Excuse my language I don’t know what else to call a f*ck plot but a f*ck plot.)

**SPOILERS**  maybe…

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Time article: How the new Lara Croft can sidestep her sexist baggage

Alright, let’s do this.

“And yet, the character has often been portrayed as a sex object”

Often according to… who? Overly-dramatic social justice warriors? For her clothes? Because if you ask me, wearing tank tops and shorts is perfectly natural for a woman, especially one with a great body shape like Lara Croft used to be. I see women wearing outfits like classic Lara did every single day, darn even I wear very similar “revealing” outfits, that doesn’t make me any less credible just for showing a bit more skin. We are not talking about going around butt naked or other exaggerated situations, this never happened once if we have to be completely honest. Not even the renders MADE BY EIDOS showed questionable body parts, and bunch of them were incredibly sultry and sexy.
Not to mention… last time I checked, a sex object is a woman that exist only in relation to a man for his personal satisfaction. Have you ever seen classic Lara flirting with her enemies to get an artifact or being overpowered by a man in any of the classic games? The closer we got to something like this is when she’s occasionally knocked down for story purposes only to wake up in another setting (mostly a prison). Stop. And that makes perfect sense in relation to gameplay. Other than that (but it doesn’t even count IMO) she is always in FULL control of herself, no matter what. No object, neither sexual nor any other kind.

“Fifteen years later, we’re finally reaching an era when women can be both empowered onscreen and wear an outfit someone could actually run/climb/jump in.”

Didn’t know you can’t run and jump while wearing tops and short pants? Geez, you learn something new every day :D

“The original animated Croft from 1996 was designed for heterosexual men—or, perhaps more accurately, hormonal teenage boys. (Just Google “Lara Croft sexy” if you don’t believe me.)”

Could you also please google Tomb Raider pRon (we know what I mean) or search the Lara croft and tomb raider tag on tumblr? What do you say? There’s a lot of extreme pRon scenes featuring rebooted Lara? Precisely. If you know how to use google, use it properly at least.
Maybe the sheer fact that human beings tend to sexualize the things they like no matter the way they dress is a concept too elaborated and complex to grasp.

“Say the name Lara Croft, and the first thing that likely pops into your head are her gigantic breasts and total lack of a supportive bra.”

Sorry, the first thing that comes to mind is how independent, brave, strong, witty, determined and adventurous she is. Missed that part?

“In Lara Croft 2, the animated character—which looks nothing like a human being because it was 1997—is about to get into the shower when she says flirtatiously, “Don’t you think you’ve seen enough?” Ick.”

Ahhh interesting that the article mentions this. Because THIS specific scene was a subtle joke made for those “ho rny teens” who kept requesting an official nude Raider patch to CORE Design, so they thought about showing the fact that Lara is more than just a bunch of sexy polygons for the male pleasure directly in the game, with a cutscene that implies to look away because that’s nothing more to see there. Again, if journalist actually did research before jumping to inaccurate conclusions, that would be infinitely better for everyone.
Also, it’s called Tomb Raider 2.

“Shockingly, giving Croft a more athletic physique did not send gamers fleeing. In fact, it boosted the game’s sales, with over 1 million games reportedly flying off the shelves in just 48 hours”

Sorry, but you are incredibly delusional if you truly believe the game sold that well just for Lara Croft’s body proportions. It sold well and was critically acclaimed because it caters to what the masses want nowadays: an action-packed third person adventure full of explosions and set pieces.

“But it’s not just Croft’s body, it’s her clothes: Poor Lara often traipses around the arctic without a jacket because a proper puffy coat would cover up her curves.”

When did she go to the artic without a jacket on? Enlighten me. The closer we got to reaching ridiculous way of dressing according to the weather is Tibet in TR2. But she wore a heavy jacket there, so I have no clue what this article is talking about. Remember TR chronicles too? Russia? I do. Because I played the games before spewing nonsense around.

“she even got to wear cargo pants instead of shorts in the 2015 iteration”

WOW, what a conquer. A respectable woman that lives up to her gender’s name always wears long pants because showing legs is SHAMEFUL. y'all, young ladies who like to wear shorts because you feel comfortable in it or make you feel sexy, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Yes, that’s exactly what the article is teaching, and it’s more sexist than any of the revealing clothes Lara ever wore. “You can be taken seriously only if you dress properly” so that’s what pseudo-feminist stand for these days? How am I not surprised.

“Of course, we ogle our male action heroes too, from that James Bond beach scene to a shirtless Thor. But filmmakers often imbue these men with the sort of power and intelligence female characters in action movies are rarely afforded.”

Wait, did we switch topic? Because we are now talking about films. Or is this a way to imply that classic Lara had no brain or qualities other than her big breasts? Because in that case, please go and educate yourselves on the matter. You couldn’t be more wrong and misinformed.
Power and intelligence are respectively the second and third name of classic Lara.

On a side note… isn’t it funny that the article was written by a woman? This adds the bonus +disgusting x100.

jaixny  asked:

5, 7 LANGST haha if you're still doing these! i love your writing :0

Okay, so you gave such a good prompt, that this turned into way too much for a one shot, so there’ll probably be at least another two chapters before the end. Stay tuned for more.

Klance, Gore/torture

For a moment, Lance couldn’t tell if they’d won.

It was chaos everywhere. Below them, the city was in flames. Although most of the citizens have escaped, Lance knows that they’d find more than a few bodies under those crushed buildings, most likely burned to a crisp. Some of them by laser fire. Some by boiling flame. And a few, maybe just one or two, will have been frozen to death. The other lions hovered cautiously, waiting for Shiro’s direction. A solitary battleship sputtered in the sky, with thick, black smoke spilling out of the numerous holes in its hull. Lance didn’t think they’ll have to worry much about it, and although he’d prefer to shoot it down, it was better for it to stay afloat, rather than to crash onto the town beneath it. Keith did a lap around it, and gets no response.

They let out a collective breath.

Shiro’s gaze shifted to Pidge, and then Hunk. Both of their lions had sustained heavy damage during the battle, and the resulting tumultuous flying had left Pidge with a broken arm, and Hunk with multiple bruises. Whether they had concussions or not was yet to be seen. “Pidge, Hunk, I’m going to escort you back to the castle; you need to get checked out by Coran before you start helping with the rescue and repair efforts. Keith and Lance, go check out that ship. See if you can get any information out of it before landing it, away from the city.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.” Lance said, giving Shiro a mock salute.

Keith simply nodded, and they both headed off towards the ship. The coms switched over, muting their lines with Shiro, Pidge and Hunk until they’re spoken to; Pidge had implemented that feature after listening to Lance sing for the better part of his solo mission, unable to mute him.

Lance shifted gears, and his lion zoomed forward. “Bet I can beat you there.”

“In your dreams.” Keith retorted, as Red’s thrusters fired, closing the distance between them before Lance had a chance to reply.

Keith reached the ship first, but only by a little bit (Lance was kinda proud of that. Red is physically faster than Blue, after all). And then they parked inside. And then…

Lance can’t remember what happened after that. Maybe they missed life signs inside, or maybe they’d separated and Lance had gotten lost, but whatever had happened next has left him alone in a tiny, cold cell. He still has his Paladin armor, which is a good thing, but his helmet isn’t receiving a signal. Great.

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breaking rules (harvey/mike) - for goddamnmikeross

Harvey’s first inkling wasn’t even really an inkling. It was more of a tilted head and a “Huh?” as he approached Jessica’s office to see Mike already in there. Jessica was at one end of the couch, Mike at the other, and they were smiling as they chatted. Harvey couldn’t see any files or paperwork, so he wasn’t sure what they were talking about. And if he didn’t know better he’d think it wasn’t work related.

But Harvey did know better, because what could Jessica and Mike possibly have to say to each other that wasn’t work related? So he walked into the office without a second thought.

They were laughing, and Mike looked over his shoulder at Harvey’s entrance, still smiling. He looked back to Jessica and said, “I’ll leave you to it.” He then stood and walked out of the room without another word, as though the whole thing was totally normal.

*

Harvey and Mike were discussing trial strategy. Heatedly. Okay, let’s call a spade a spade: they were arguing, voices raised as they each tried to convince the other that they were right.

That was the thing about people as smart as Harvey and Mike: they always thought they were right, and were stubborn as hell about it.

Mike ran out of steam first. His face fell as he said, “Why don’t you trust me?”

That wasn’t it. Not at all. Harvey trusted Mike more than anyone in the world. But Mike’s idea, smart as it was, was extremely risky. And when Harvey Specter was calling an idea too risky, then you knew it was bad.

“Mike, you know that isn’t it. I trust you, beyond all others, and I admire your passion. But this could backfire on us so quickly and if he-”

“What’s going on in here?” Jessica demanded. They turned to find her walking into Harvey’s office. “I’ve had three separate calls about you two causing a scene.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. “I hardly think discussing trial prep is causing a scene.”

“With you two, anything is possible.”

For some reason that made Mike smile. And then he said, “It’s fine, Jessica. Harvey was just convincing me of the merits of his plan. That’s what we’re going with. It’s all good.”

“If you’re sure,” Jessica said, and her voice was impossibly soft, as though she was genuinely concerned that Harvey had been bullying Mike about it. Which made no sense, because not only would Harvey never do that (and Jessica knew it), but why was Jessica suddenly so concerned about Mike’s emotional well being?

Mike nodded. Jessica smiled at him before she turned to Harvey and said, “Be nice.”

Harvey could only gape at Jessica’s retreating back.

*

Harvey started to get suspicious when he saw Mike and Jessica outside of work together one morning.

He had an early meeting, and ordinarily would’ve gone straight to his client’s office, but he’d forgotten some paperwork on his desk so had to come into work first to collect it. As he was leaving the building he noticed Jessica’s car pulling up to the curb down the street. A minute later, as he stood by the side of the road, idling looking around while he waited for Ray, he looked back and saw not only Jessica but Mike enter the building. Together.

They looked chummy, both holding cups of coffee in their hands while they walked and talked. Whether they just happened to meet up in front of the building or they arrived together, Harvey couldn’t say. But what he did know was that something was going on. And he didn’t like it.

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To Have and Have Not Part 1/11

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Chris x Reader, Seb x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Reader is Seb’s best friend and comes to Atlanta to help him through a rough time. On the way there she meets Chris Evans and they instantly hit off. Seb quickly sees what he has been missing.

BE NICE!! I have only ever written one other story about Seb and this is my first Chris story. Also their real life girlfriends don’t exist in this story so there are no hidden feelings or opinions about their current relationship status’.
Feedback is always appreciated.

Here you go @viophelia just because I love you so much!!!

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