sorry better things later maybe but this scene had to come first because

Harry Potter being raised right, by Sirius Black who just ‘fuck rules, Moony, I’m not letting my Godson live in hell’ because he managed to transform into his animagi form and escape the scene of the crime before he got caught, and took Harry before Dumbledore said anything. Him technically being an Honorary Potter, still gives Harry the protection from Voldemort, while at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Him carrying a baby Harry, who just started speaking, his first words being, ‘Dada’, which makes him start to cry and ‘no, Harry, he’s not here. It’s only Padfoot and Moony now.’ And Harry giggling, because he’s only an infant, and is innocent like that.

Harry being sent to Neville Longbottom’s grandmother’s place during full moons so Padfoot can take care of Moony.

Harry when he’s 2, and can only call them ‘MoonMoon, and Pa'foo’ and laughing when they play Hide And Seek, and Moony just found Padfoot and Harry sleeping on the couch, Padfoot protectively draping his paw around Harry, in his animagi form, and Harry clutching onto the fur happily as he sleeps.

Moony and Padfoot buying a toy broomstick for Harry when he’s 4, and he learns to fly before he can walk, but, 'Its only two feet about the ground, Moony, relax.’

Harry finding the portrait of the Black Family tree, and seeing Padfoot blasted off of it. Harry getting angry, and drawing Padfoot back onto the portrait, with 'Padfoot’, with his crayons, and putting 'Moony’ next to it, and later covering all the other people in his black coloured crayon. 'I’m covering them up.’

Moony and Padfoot telling Harry the truth about his parents when he’s 7, because 'He’s old enough, Padfoot, and he needs to know what really happened. We’d be no better than those Dursleys if we didn’t.’

Harry understanding completely, crying a bit, in the middle of the night, but making sure no one heard him. The next day, Harry asks about his parents, and what they were like.

Harry getting small things that belonged to Lily, that Moony and Padfoot got from the house, and kept for him, including a picture of James and Lily’s first kiss, and many small muggle items she had from when she was small. He also got a sweater that belonged to James, which was from his Quidditch Practicing days.

Moony and Padfoot teaching Harry small jinxes and counter Jinxes when he’s 8, and Harry sneakily using a jinx on Padfoot because it was a prank war, and every prank war means at least one man having pink hair.

Harry when he’s nine, and being prepped on everything to do with Hogwarts, and how to get away from trouble, and which teachers to avoid or go to in the school, if Harry can’t contact Moony or Padfoot.

Harry being 10, and waking up in the middle of the night, to see Moony and Padfoot sleeping together on the couch, Moony putting his head on Padfoot’s lap, while his hand is in Moon’s hair, as he was playing with his hair before he fell asleep. Harry giggling, because 'Moony and Padfoot are in loveeee~’ yet neither of them deny it.

Harry getting his letter to Hogwarts as soon as he turns 11, and Moony and Padfoot’s throw a small party to celebrate, inviting Neville as well.

The three of them going to Diagon Alley, and many people greeting Harry, and Padfoot boasting about it, while Moony laughs.

Harry getting to meet many kids who might meet him at Hogwarts, including Ddaco Malfoy, and Padfoot growling when he sees Lucius, and says 'they’re a bad sort, Harry, keep away from them,’ but he didn’t listen, and being the small outgoing kid he was, he went to say 'Hi! Are you going to Hogwarts too?’ And Draco, actually being surprised and smiling awkwardly because his father was talking to the shopkeeper, at the corner of the room, so he didn’t know what to say, and he nods. Padfoot smiling because Harry looks happy, and Moony thinks that maybe Draco might be different.

Harry promising to send them letters every single day, by owl, while he hugs them goodbye, and runs towards the Hogwarts Express, waving at them until they are no longer visible.

Harry keeping his promise and telling Moony and Padfoot all about Hermione Jean Granger, and Ronald 'Ron’ Weasley, who are his new best friends, and Draco Malfoy 'who is an absolute git sometimes, but can actually be a sweetheart.’ and how Hermione and Ron managed to help him battle a troll in the girls bathroom, as well as meet Fluffy, the three headed dog, and how they played a game of wizard chess, and defeated Lord Voldemort, who was stuck on Professor Quirrell’s head, and how, when he saw the Mirror of Erised, he saw Padfoot, Moony, Lily, and James, (Or mum and dad) standing next to him, while they sat in the house. Oh and 'I’m seeker for the Gryffindors! Just like dad!’

Harry receiving a howler the next day, which was the day before Ron received it, and hearing Moony scream himself raw, 'YOU WERE TAUGHT BETTER THAN TO FIGHT WITH SEVERUS— “Moony, it’s Snivellus, Harry meant no harm, I’m sure of it.” — AND HAD ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO DISOBEY ORDERS. PADFOOT, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY? “I’m proud of you, Harry, keep up the good work. Tell Snivellus that if he irritates you any longer, he’s gonna have to speak to me.” PADFOO-’ And the Howler ends, bursting into flames, while Ron is laughing, and Hermione smiles, while Draco hollers a “congrats Potter!” and I AM SORRY FOR TAKING UP YOUR TIME BUT I VERY WELL NEED THIS IN MY LIFE, AND SO DO YOU.

Insecure (Peter Parker x Reader)


Authors note: this was requested by the lovley @signethatsmelol, also I hate myself bc I turned my precious babies against each other for the sake of fiction

Warning(s): some swearing, violence, angst BUT DW BC FLUFF AT THE END

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Maybe it was the unusual silence of the school halls after class or the fact that Peter hadn’t come to find you but something was definitely up.

You frowned as you made your way to your locker, your boyfriend of a year nowhere to be seen.  Opening it up, you loaded in your calculus textbook and a few other things before heading your academic decathlon club. You often found yourself looking forward to your team meets as you’d get to spend more time with your boyfriend, Peter and best friend, Flash.

You’d actually met Peter through Flash, when you’d first joined Midtown high. Flash had been your ‘tour’ guide as such, and he was extremely sweet towards you, he’d made you feel comfortable with the move to a new high school and even invited you to the team’s first meet of the year, although he was very flirtatious and you weren’t into that. Peter had joined the meet a little later than it had started because of his Stark internship and it was pretty much love at first sight from then on.

You’d grown to love his little stammer every time he talked to you, and that blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck every time you held his hand in public. You could even say you loved Peter Parker . That’s why you were so worried when he hadn’t come to meet you, the pair of you were inseparable so you knew something was wrong.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your friend Michelle came running towards you, panic etched across her features. “Michelle?” You asked, turning from your locker to face her, concern stitched into your voice. She was hunched over, hands gripping  her knees as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I-it’s Peter” she began, drawing herself upwards. “He’s gotten into another fight”

Your eyes widened as she spoken, you slammed your locker shut as the curly haired girl lead you towards the fight. Within a matter of minutes, you found yourself behind a large gathering of people, formed into a circle. People were cheering and filming the ordeal. Hurriedly, you pushed your way through the bands of people, trying to get a better look at the scene.

“Excuse me, sorry. Pardon me”

What you saw after weaving your way through the crowds made your heart drop. Your friend, Flash and your boyfriend Peter.

They were currently standing opposite each other, faces swollen and bruised. Flash had clearly gotten the brute end of it, and looked like he was on his last legs. Peter on the other hand looked significantly less injured and you knew in that moment he had been the one to start the fight. You knew Flash had picked on Peter, that’s what made it hard to maintain your friendship with him but you never thought Peter would lash out on him like this.

“Say that again, I dare you” you heard Peter spit, bouncing his fist up and down menacingly. Through the pain, you could see Flash draw his lips into a cruel smirk.

“She doesn’t want you, she never has. She’s only with you to get back at me”

That was all it took for Peter to launch himself at Flash, you covered your eyes and bit your now quivering lip, as you heard the pair’s grunts of pain. You knew know that this wasn’t some stupid spat between boys.

This was about you.

Opening your eyes, you rushed out into the circle, the cheers from the crowd only sky rocketing. At this point, both boys were at either side of the circle, you rushed between them in an attempt to stop the violence. “Stop it!” You yelled breathlessly, looking between them. “Just stop it! You’re hurting each other!”

Both boys fixed their posture before looking at you. You stared Peter down, meeting his gaze with a confused look, you could see the guilt swirling in his eyes. Your attention was stolen, when Flash begun to speak up. “Get outta the way (Y/N), I gotta let this punk have it

Don’t talk to her like that” Peter seethed back. You shook your head, begging yourself not to cry as the two boys you cared about glared and growled at each other. You could see that Peter was tired and could tell that he was feeling guilty.

“Leave it Flash” you called out as he tried to advance. You turned to your boyfriend and grabbed him then by the wrist trying to get him out of there. You pulled him into a guest toilet and locked the door behind you. You sat him down on the lid of the toilet,  grabbing some tissue and running it under some cold water before pressing the compress to his bruised knuckles.

“What the fuck was that Peter?” You said, as you worked in silence. Peter could only watch as you moved about, making more compresses for his cuts before they bruised.

“I’m sorry” the brunette boy whispered, not meeting your eyes as you inspected his face. You paused, looking into his chocolatey orbs, anger swirling in them.

You’re sorry?!” You yelled, your calm facade breaking down. This wasn’t the first time Peter had gotten into a fight over you, in fact, they’d been happening a lot more recently. You’ve never mentioned it to him before, at first you thought he was being over protective, but now you could tell it was much more serious. “Sorry doesn’t cut it Peter! Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull you out of these situations? Do you know how many times I’ve had to save your ass from being beaten into the ground? Do you know how much that scares me? I don’t know what’s going on with you Peter but you need to sort this out.”

Your boyfriend flinched at every word you spoke, as if he was being

sprayed by acid. He knew what you were saying was true, but he couldn’t help it.

“Peter, I love you!” You cried out, as he gazed at you intently. “But you can’t keep fighting people over me! Flash is one of my best friends, and to see you both almost kill each other out there breaks my heart! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if it keeps happening, I don’t know if I can stay”

This time, Peter’s head snapped up, looking you directly in the eyes. “W-what are you - are you saying?” he whispered, voice low and uneven. He was standing now, and you could see his body shaking.

“I’m saying that maybe…” you sighed, backing away from Peter. “We should…take a break?”

“No!“Peter practically screamed, his voice cracking as he did so.

In the dim light of the bathroom, you could see his eyes glaze over as his body begun to shake. “P-please”

Peter…

“I meant it when I said I was sorry” he tried, his voice betraying him. “I don’t know what came over me, F-flash was just saying these awful things about you, a-about us and I began to doubt myself”

You neared your sobbing boyfriend, immediately feeling guilting for suggesting that you end things. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder as he cried. “T-they say I don’t deserve you, all the guys. T-they say you’re too good for me… and it’s true”.

You stroked his hair softly as he let out his emotions. You never knew that he’d felt this way, that this could have ever been the reason for his outbreak. That Peter Parker was insecure.

Baby no” you whispered but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re the kindest and sweetest soul and I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. You’ve been with me through everything and I-I’m just… Peter” he hiccuped, pulling away from you with bleary eyes. “P-please don’t leave me, you’re everything I have”

“Peter…” you sighed, holding him close until he’d calmed down. “I-I’ll never leave you, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry”. You clung to him, trying to tell him that you were there and that you weren’t ever going to let go, you cursed yourself for being such a terrible girlfriend. When you both pulled away, you looked up at Peter, feeling his love for you radiate off of his body. You stood on your tip toes and slowly pressed your lips to his, the taste of his cherry lip balm invading your tongue. His warm and familiar hands snaked their way around your waste, pulling you closer to him. You gripped the collar of his plaid shirt from under his jumper and tugged him towards you, wanting to be as close to him  as possible, wanting him to feel the love you had for him. All of Peter’s insecurities melted away in that moment, he knew that you would never leave him, he knew that you loved him and that none of the other guys meant anything to you, not even Flash.

When you’d both come up for air, a small smile graced your lips. Peter returned your smile, going to bury his head in the crook of your neck again. “I’m so in love with you” he whispered against the  skin of your neck.

“I love you too Pete”

You both stood in silence, holding each other, the only sounds being made were your giggles as Peter pressed kisses to your neck. “I really am sorry about Flash though, I know how much he means to you” Peter spoke, after a few moments.

You rolled your eyes, before ruffling Peter’s hair. “He was an asshole anyways, you’re all that I care about”

You both laughed before you pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s lips, making him blush. “Now we should probably get out of here before people think we’re up to something” you winked at him playfully , as he shook his head at your antics.

Peter only let out a laugh as you pulled away to unlock  the door. You  grinned back at him, admiring his smile, and the way it reached his eyes. You really loved Peter and god help anyone that tried to make your baby insecure again.

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ” 

“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!” 

“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”

or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.”
“You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.”
“We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches.
Louis just came for the money.

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

Leaflet for Over Again Inc. 
“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

What happens when an unstoppable object meets an immovable force?

[Space AU. Louis is an astronaut. Harry works for Mission Control. They don’t get along.]

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.”
Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.”
Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.

Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

Louis doesn’t get out too much due to his shyness. The only two friends he has he met online and they both live miles and miles away. Then along comes a cute bartender that completely flips Louis’ life upside down.

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Aspiring writer and all-around office gopher Harry Styles is desperately trying to establish himself as a hard-hitting journalist at the famous men’s magazine M™. When his editor-in-chief asks for a last minute volunteer, Harry jumps at the chance to write his first real assignment.Suddenly, Harry is tasked with writing a 10-day, exclusive, personal feature on roguishly handsome rising star, Football darling, and pain-in-the-arse diva Louis Tomlinson’s coming out. Harry just wants to write his story. Louis isn’t going to make it easy. Oh bloody buggering fuck.

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”
There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. 
An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going. Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.That’s how it begins.

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

Or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

[475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.]

They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Or Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”
Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

How do I know if I have too much exposition?

ex·po·si·tionˌekspəˈziSH(ə)n/ (noun)

a comprehensive description and explanation of an idea or theory

As a basic rule of thumb: if your exposition distracts from the main narrative, then it’s too much.

That sounds a lot simpler than it actually is, though, doesn’t it? Because it’s difficult to tell when we’ve pulled the reader’s attention away and when we haven’t within our own work.

That’s why beta-readers are so helpful because getting a fresh eye can do wonders for helping see things in our work that we’re too close to notice. A good beta-reader (or two or seven) is an invaluable tool for a writer. Find a few friends or family whose opinion you trust and listen to them when they have feedback on your work. Their word isn’t gold–you don’t have to make every change they suggest–but it is still important for your development. 

But that’s not really the issue, right? This post is about what you can do to help your own work improve!

First, if you’re fretting over this and you have not written your novel yet…then stop reading this post and go write your book! In your first draft, you should write all the words. (Maybe not all, but lots.) It’s okay to write four pages of exposition in the middle of scene in your first draft because in this version, you’re just telling yourself this story. You’re organizing notes, thoughts, outlines, etc. into a narrative. It won’t be perfect, and that’s great. You can’t move onto the next stage of book-making until you’ve got a first draft, so through caution to the wind and write!

This post is mostly for those of you who have finished work and are going over it prepared to edit, rewrite, scramble it up, and starting making that mess-of-a-first draft into a finished, wonderful product.

So…it’s time to edit your book

Zoom in on a section of exposition and take every fact you’ve written about and ask: 

Does this advance the plot? Do we come to a deeper understanding of a main character because of this? 

If the answer to both of those is no, then cut it (in this draft. Don’t worry. You still have those words written in previous drafts!) Do this as you read through for any section of exposition you find.

Then, when you’ve shaved off the irrelevant bits, start asking yourself: Is there a more subtle way to weave this into the action or dialogue of the narrative? If no, but it’s still important, then leave it. If yes, then try to do some rewriting where you have these cultural tidbits revealed in the actions and speech of your characters.

For example:

Allendra was from the southern tribes. Their main diet consisted of crop, food produced from the land. Wildlife beyond the occasional crow or squirrel was rare, so the southern tribe had come to view their abundant crops as a gift from the gods. They were vegetarians as a matter of, not only happenstance, but religion. That religion had been instilled in her by her parents, primarily her mother, and even though she’d left her homeland and was wandering new, unfamiliar territories for the sake of her own people, her mother’s hypothetical approval still drove Allendra’s actions. When presented with meat, Allendra did not know what to do. She was out of her league here, in this strange culture. And she didn’t know how to turn away the offer without being rude.

vs.

“Street vendors?” Allendra said, lifting a brow. “But they’re all selling…bloody things.”

Randa laughed. “Oh, Ally, don’t betray yourself as such an alien. That’s meat! Everyone around here eats it. It’s good for you.”

“I haven’t…I don’t eat…It’s just…” Allendra stumbled over her words. She didn’t want to be rude. Her mother would slap the back of her head if she was rude to this new hostess. And yet…what would mother say if Allendra waltzed up to this vendor and took a bite of the meat? Allendra shuddered to think.

The gods wouldn’t be too thrilled, either, but it was the image of mother’s disappointed face that made Allendra turn away from the street vendors and keep walking. Homesickness filled her gut. “Sorry, Randa. I just can’t.”

See you can do to make cultural facts fit into the story or character development. Here are some ways to think about that, as you attempt to change flat exposition into engaging storytelling:

Could this worldbuilding exposition be used to:

  • Invoke an emotion in a character?
  • Create conflict between characters?
  • Create conflict within a character?
  • Add tension to the main plot?
  • Add tension to an important subplot?
  • Create a funny or awkward situation?
  • Motivate a character’s actions?
  • Prevent a character from taking necessary action?

Basically, ask yourself this main question: How can I show the importance of this cultural element, rather than telling the reader how important or relevant it is?

Sometimes, exposition is needed. It’s not evil and it has a lot of power to get bullet points of information to your reader quickly. However, you–the writer–always need to make sure you’re letting exposition have power by using it sparingly. There are always multiple options on how to present information to your reader. It’s your duty to make sure you consider them all and use the one that best fits your narrative.

And now that you’ve finished this draft of editing and rewriting, set your novel aside for a while. A week, a month, a year…whatever you need. Come back to it later with a fresher perspective and see how your edits fit together. If you find that some of the exposition that you cut needs to be put back, then you can always do that. You can see the flow better, and do more editing to help your new rewrites fit effortlessly into the narrative. You are the writer. YOU HAVE THE POWER.

Happy building!

Not Strangers Anymore (Part 2)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Warnings: swearing, plain ol’ sex, making out (again, is it even a warning??)

A/N: OH MY GOD!!! First of all, I am so glad you all liked Not Strangers Anymore. That got over 200 notes!! I am so proud of myself. And, I got a bunch of new followers, so thank you for that. Many of you asked for a Part 2 so here you go. If you want me to continue to write for Dylan and his other characters, please let me know. XOXO

P.S. If you haven’t see Dylan in The First Time, go watch it right now! It is amazing.

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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.

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“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.

Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts

I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don’t know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts! 

- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”. 

- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?

- THEY ALL DID THE SHHHHH TOGETHER, I LOVED THAT

- DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE DURING THE INTRO THAT THE CASKET OPENED, RATHER THAN CLOSE???

- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off. 

- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can’t believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake! 

- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too… but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories… but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside

- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl… it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time. 

- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can’t take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.

- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)

- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless. 

- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.

- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it. 

- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that! 

- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” … “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can’t defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess. 

- Sorry Troian, I wasn’t too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but… still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL. 

- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.

- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?

- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can’t say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But… You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don’t see people spreading such stupid negativity. 

- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn’t. Not one thing shocked me.

- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too. 

- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!

- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!

- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.

- I was disappointed that there wasn’t a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex. 

- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.

- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!

- Seriously… they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten. 

- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.

- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.

- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.

- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)

- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn’t get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.

- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?

- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:

It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don’t feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.

In 3 words: slow, predictable, fun. 

Here’s my theory where I correctly solved Alex Drake

Here’s my farewell letter

anonymous asked:

I'm really excited to see if you think of the 'bedroom scene' (this sounds so weird) as a good or as a bad thing since people seem to have very different opinions about this moment

(‘bedroom scene’ sounds excellent and I’ll defend that name until death lmao)

OK YOU ASKED FOR IT,,, IT’S LONG BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS :P The way I see it, the scene wasn’t as extreme as most people make it out to be. It wasn’t overwhelmingly positive but it wasn’t drastically negative either. It was… a scene. A shared moment between them that gave us insight about how Lance thinks of Keith and what Keith still needs to work on as a leader.

It beings when Lance comes into the room. He knocks and waits for Keith to acknowledge him but there is not a single doubt in his mind that Keith will allow him into his room. He marches in without hesitation and Keith moves aside, no questions asked. Lance had known that Keith would listen to him. 

That’s a huuuuge improvement from s1. S1 Lance would never have considered going to Keith about his problems and s1 Keith would have probably just stared at Lance in confusion, blocking the doorway. Not here though. Keith is happy that Lance visited him. As soon as Lance admits that he wants to talk about something that troubles him, Keith starts smiling. 

It’s honestly adorable how happy he is. “Wow, it really must be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” He’s just- he’s so happy, he even made a joke, he was delighted that Lance thought of depending on him when he needed help. We already know how much value Keith places on “bonding” but this was a crucial moment for him; Lance has shown that he supports Keith in the first few episodes of s3 but supporting someone and trusting them with your own troubles are two different things. Lance trusts Keith, he really really does and Keith is finally starting to realize it.

Then Lance says it’s because he is the “team leader” now. Keith’s expression falls.

But here’s the thing. Shiro was already back at that point. And I mean back as in ‘already in his new outfit and out of his room’-back. It makes sense that Lance wouldn’t want to burden him with heavy decisions but this is not a heavy decision (even if Lance might think otherwise hah). If he still thought of Keith the way he had thought of him in s1 he would have gone to Shiro with this.

So why did he choose Keith? Multiple reasons, probably - because he didn’t want to bother Shiro, because Keith has actually seen his skills on the battlefield and is the only ‘battle-leader’ qualified to make a decision, because he knows Keith would listen, because he knows that Keith would never lie to him, because he trusts Keith. Lance is insecure and he doesn’t like to show it, even when he told Coran about his homesickness it was Coran that approached him. Not here though. Lance approaches Keith out of his own free will. Between Keith and Shiro it’s probably easier for Lance to show this side of himself to Keith, someone he sees as distinctly human/reachable (they are “neck to neck”) as opposed to someone levels above him (his “hero”). 

Then the whole spiel starts. Keith… at first Keith genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on. Lance is like “I’ve been doing some math” and Keith is like “lol ok yeah your math is correct”. Then it slowly dawns on him as Lance keeps explaining his reasoning. He follows along until “maybe the best I can do for the team is to step aside”. 

By then the importance of the moment has fully sunken in. He understands that Lance is serious about this but he doesn’t understand how he reached that conclusion. He’s like “what are you talking about?!” and when Lance tells him that Keith would want his best soldiers on the front line - excluding himself with that statement - Keith can’t even begin to explain how wrong that is. The thing about these two is that they raaarely have heart-to-hearts and in those they have had it was usually Lance comforting Keith or Keith just… going along with whatever Lance initiates.

But that doesn’t work this time. Lance expects him to take the lead and so Keith does what he always does when he is confronted with emotions like insecurity: tell Lance (or himself) to suck it up and deal with it. He didn’t mean any ill by it, it’s just how Keith usually deals with feelings. He shoves troubles and doubts aside and focuses on what he can do. He lives in the moment, Lance lives in the future. “Stop worrying about who flies what and just focus on your mission. Things will work themselves out” was genuine advice from Keith^^’

[it might also be a failed attempt at offering comfort - Keith doesn’t really believe in things working themselves out, so when he says that he’s basically telling Lance that the team is going to work it out. Which is exactly what happens later, Keith was ready to give up his lion and stay at the castle ship. There is no way Lance could have known that on his own though… and I’m not sure if Keith was even consciously aware of what he was implying with these words :’D]

[flat out rejection to discuss things his friends worry about is not new behavior for him either - he did the same thing back in s2e1 when he Shiro asked him to lead Voltron in case he’s not there anymore. He dismissed Shiro’s concerns with “stop talking about that, nothing is gonna happen to you”. Keith is just plain bad with words, it’s definitely something he needs to work on,,,]

Anyway, Lance’s reaction to Keith’s words is an immediate draw back. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Which is completely understandable, anyone in his situation would have felt as if their worries just got dismissed. And Keith realizes he has fucked up, he calls out to him with a sad expression:

Before making that one “leave the math to Pidge joke”:

It was an attempt to cheer Lance up and Lance recognized the joke for what it was, so he smiled. He smiled because it was a joke and to let Keith know that his efforts are appreciated, but the joke didn’t make the lack of help from before any better or worse. Lance has gotten nothing out of it besides being able to guess that Keith probably cares about him - but he already knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. Keith got out of this that Lance needs support, even if he has not the slightest clue on how to provide it (and he isn’t the type that would go to other people with this issue; not if Lance has approached him privately). 

This scene wasn’t a “big klance moment”, it was just one step of many in their relationship. They are developing slowly, from ‘rivals’ to tentative friends. I don’t think that Keith helped Lance much, there is definitely a loooot of langst still coming up thanks to his failure of supporting him here, but I don’t think that he destroyed the fragile foundations of their friendship with this either. Lance might hesitate or choose not to approach him again if he has more self-confidence issues but I doubt that he blames Keith for that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The same way he had his reasons to not approach Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Shiro this time he might have his reasons not to go to Keith next time. That doesn’t mean he values their developing relationship any less :D

requested by @mybiggest-obsessionisyou


YOOSUNG 

  • he went to this convention 
  • and you couldn’t go with him
  • but it was only three days 
  • and after that you came to see him 
  • of course he was tired and you didn’t tried to bother him 
  • but a few days after he started acting weird
  • didn’t called you 
  • and texted you only when you texted him 
  • this was not like the Yoosung you knew
  • and overtime you tried to talk to him 
  • he said it was because of school 
  • of course it wasn’t 
  • he was smart enough to not have problems if he studied a little 
  • but you tried to fix things by coming to his house 
  • and he offered to cook 
  • you were watching TV and received an e-mail from work 
  • you needed a computer 
  • and went to Yoosung’s room 
  • you have used his computer million times before 
  • so you knew the password and all 
  • you opened your mail to write a response to the one you got
  • but the a tab sounded 
  • it was a chat 
  • and you knew it was bad to look at it 
  • but the curiosity won 
  • it was a girl 
  • and she sent a photo 
  • your heart stopped 
  • it was a topless photo with some nasty message 
  • you looked for previous conversations to see what he answered her before 
  • and he even sent her pictures too 
  • “they meet in the convention…” 
  • “You said something MC?” 
  • Yoosung was still in the kitchen
  • but you didn’t say a word
  • just sent the e-mail that was already done 
  • stood up and left 
  • “Hey! where are you going? the dinner it not ready yet”
  • “you may want to invite that girl from the convention better than me…” 
  • his eyes opened wide open 
  • and his mouth fell to the ground 
  • “No… this is not what it looks like” 
  • “yeah…”
  • “she thought I was someone else and sent me a picture on accident” 
  • you laughed sadly 
  • “yes, and you accidentally sent her a dick pic, nice… You know what I don’t care” 
  • at this point you were already crying 
  • “MC…” 
  • “NO! DON’T COME CLOSE TO ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT” 
  • “please… let me explain you….” 
  • “no… this is over Yoosung, bye” 


ZEN

  • he was doing a new role 
  • and it was really hard 
  • so a group offered to help each other 
  • of course he was up to that 
  • a little more of practice was always good 
  • we started going to this practice after dinner every weekend 
  • and you knew how hard he was working 
  • so you didn’t cared that he got home really late 
  • Jaehee of course was aware of this new role 
  • and wanted to know more about it 
  • but since Zen wasn’t active in the chatroom 
  • you were the one trying to tell her new thing 
  • “Yes I will get a picture of the practice for you” 
  • she was your best friend and she wanted to know more about the role so you were going to give her a picture 
  • it was a bit sudden so you decided to not tell Zen and just drop by the place he told you 
  • it was like a cellar made into some theater 
  • but it was so quiet 
  • too much for a practice 
  • maybe they were taking a break 
  • or it was a whisper scene 
  • but you never thought what you were about to see
  • you opened the door to find your boyfriend with some girl 
  • and she was topless trying to take his pants off 
  • “Zen..?” 
  • the tears came in the moment he turned around to face you 
  • the girl covered herself and left in the moment 
  • but he didn’t moved a muscle 
  • “wha..wha…why?” 
  • “MC… I… no, this is not …” 
  • he was trying to say something 
  • but clearly no lie came to his mind 
  • your heart hurled so bad 
  • and your breath got faster out of the crying 
  • your knee felt weak and you fell on the ground
  • he tried to came closer but you screamed 
  • “NOOO!” 
  • he stopped in shock 
  • he didn’t knew what to do 
  • he wasn’t expecting you to be there 
  • “I hate you…” 
  • after a minutes you calmed yourself 
  • and cleared your mind 
  • “Jaehee? can you please pick me up… yeah I will send you the address”
  • you stayed with Jaehee for a while until you found a new place 
  • “I packed your things…” 
  • “thanks” 
  • you came to his house to see take your things for your new home 
  • “Listen… I know you don’t want to hear what I got yo say, but please let me fix this” 
  • “no, you can’t fix this… my heart is not a toy you can put glue on it and play with it more, there is no way to fix this, sorry” 


JAEHEE

  • the shop got new personal 
  • and she was training them 
  • of course it was normal 
  • and you didn’t worried when she started to talk to this girl 
  • she was a very good employee
  • and Jaehee was being friendly 
  • but they started to got closer and closer 
  • until one day that they stopped talking 
  • and that was weird 
  • because when you asked her about the girl 
  • she told you she was the best employee they had 
  • you talked to your friends about this 
  • and they had the same suspicion that you had 
  • this was weird 
  • and this week you had the Friday free 
  • Jaehee was working and so was the girl 
  • and you decided to came 
  • even when you told Jaehee you were going to be the whole day at home watching movies or reading 
  • “Where is Jaehee?” 
  • the was no trace of her in the shop 
  • one boy told you she went to the pantry for some things 
  • you were afraid of this 
  • in your mind was the worst scene 
  • you opened the door and there they were 
  • you closed your eyes in pain 
  • “I knew it…” 
  • Jaehee didn’t said a word
  • “Don’t come home until night… I will leave”
  • of course she didn’t said a thing
  • one image was worth 1000 images 


JUMIN 

  • since Jaehee got her coffee shop
  • Jumin had a million assistants 
  • none of them were like Jaehee
  • until this new girl came 
  • she looked pretty good 
  • not as good as Jaehee but good enough 
  • even you thought that 
  • Jumin was happy to have an assistant that lasted more than a month 
  • and you were happy to see him happy 
  • things were going fine 
  • but work was going wild 
  • you had tons of things to do 
  • so Jumin 
  • he started working until really late at nights 
  • but the company was going well and that was good 
  • one day you decided to visite him at the office during your lunch time 
  • your work was close to his building 
  • you were knew by the whole personal so they let you pass 
  • of course you didn’t thought he was busy because he was at his office instead of the conference room 
  • so you didn’t knocked on the door 
  • but sadly you didn’t 
  • because you found the most disgusting thing you could 
  • you just saw the assistant’s ass and Jumin’s face moaning 
  • you dropped the food you bought him 
  • the girl got up quickly and left the office running 
  • “You…” 
  • you got closer to him 
  • he was still sitting 
  • you took everything on the desk and threw at him 
  • the pencils 
  • papers 
  • everything 
  • “YOU ARE SO GROSS!!! HOW COULD YOU!!”
  • “MC please…” 
  • he tried to stop you but you were so mad 
  • so sad 
  • crying and yelling 
  • “YOU DESERVE TO DIE, DON’T EVER TALK TO ME”


SAEYOUNG 

  • he was working on finding this person 
  • this new hacker 
  • it got him tons of hours or work to find the location 
  • this hacked was good 
  • “I need to take him to the agency” 
  • and he did 
  • but you didn’t got the details 
  • “sorry, it’s confidential” 
  • of course a lot of things about his work were confidential 
  • so you were used to it 
  • but some day he started going to the agency more and more 
  • at first you thought that he was called to train the new hacker 
  • but after some time you got worried 
  • maybe something bad happened 
  • or something dangerous 
  • but he wasn’t going to tell you 
  • so you had to find it out by yourself 
  • so you looked at him for some days 
  • until you found out his phone password
  • and when he was sleeping you got on it 
  • searched all over the agency e-mails but nothing 
  • maybe the messages 
  • some of them where from Vanderwood and other from the RFA members most of them from you 
  • but a new name appeared 
  • you didn’t knew of her 
  • not even from the agency 
  • you opened the messages and shit 
  • it was… romantic? 
  • how could he be texting romantic things with someone else 
  • you read all of them 
  • until you found yourself crying in the dark 
  • the hacked he found was this girl 
  • and she was pretty 
  • “hmm… MC? what’s going on? what time is it?” 
  • he woke up to your sobbing 
  • “how could you…?” 
  • your voice broke 
  • “what?” 
  • he turned on the light to find his phone on your hands 
  • “MC… no…” 
  • his eyes got wet 
  • you closed your eyes just to drop more tears
  • “leave me alone please…”
  • he stood up and you heard him sob before he left the room


V

  • your relationship was going fine 
  • he was happy 
  • you were happy 
  • everything seemed like heaven 
  • but one day you got a call from Yoosung 
  • “Rika came back from the hospital where she was getting treatment” 
  • you really wanted to forgive her for everything
  • even when it was hard 
  • so you two meet her at Yoosung’s place 
  • she seemed better 
  • normal 
  • and she even apologized for everything 
  • “It was nice of her to do it…” 
  • V agreed 
  • you two came back to normal after that 
  • but he started acting weird 
  • you deduced it was because of Rika
  • but not in the way it was 
  • someday you were looking at his camera and saw some photos of Rika 
  • and they were new 
  • that made your mind go crazy 
  • “MC I’m going out, I’ll be back in two three hours” 
  • this was your opportunity 
  • you followed him 
  • and he came to some house 
  • who’s house was this?
  • he entered with a key and closed the door 
  • you waited maybe an hour or a bit more 
  • until he came out alone 
  • you tried to came to the house but nothing was there 
  • or at least nothing you could see 
  • a week later the same thing happened 
  • and this time you were going to do this right 
  • you followed him 
  • and waited a couple minutes after he came inside 
  • you ran to the window and tried to find him inside 
  • window by window until you found him 
  • it was blurry so you could only see his hair 
  • okay this was a crazy idea but you needed to confirm your theory
  • you rang the doorbell 
  • and he came to the door 
  • topless
  • “MC?? what are you doing here??” 
  • he was nervous you could tell 
  • “I came here to see you… can I come in?”
  • “umm no” 
  • but you did it anyway 
  • “thanks” 
  • you started looking for a thing 
  • for a girl 
  • you finally found the door to the room of the window you were looking 
  • and there she was 
  • Rika 
  • in the bed smiling 
  • she saw you and then looked back at you 
  • “V? she’s going to join us?” 
  • “Ha.. ha no, I’m not here for join your nasty game…” 
  • you turned to left but he stopped you 
  • “MC… don’t go please” 
  • “V… let me go now” 
  • “but..” 
  • “no, don’t say a word or I swear to god I will hit you so hard you would lose your sight for real this time” 


SAERAN

  • he was going to therapy 
  • and they suggested a grupo therapy 
  • it was fine at this point to share his experience
  • you tried to be as supportive as always 
  • he was getting really good 
  • and maybe this was the last step 
  • at first the hated it 
  • but with the time he started to like it 
  • more and more 
  • to the point when he was waiting for it 
  • you used to go with him and wait for him
  • but that took to much time 
  • so he told you he could go alone 
  • but one day he didn’t came home at the time 
  • “I don’t know Saeyoung… he should have been here two hours ago” 
  • you were freaking out 
  • you called Saeyoung to track his phone 
  • and in a couple minutes he sent the address 
  • “thanks… I will tell you when I get there” 
  • you took your car and came there as fast as you could
  • it was a house 
  • and looked really normal 
  • you knocked twice 
  • and some old lady came 
  • “Umm.. I’m looking for Saeran? Red hair, blue kind of minty eyes…” 
  • “Oh yeah… he’s inside, you’re one of them too. Come on girl” 
  • the lady let you in 
  • “they are up there, second door left” 
  • what was this?
  • maybe a meeting for the group 
  • no… he would have told you that 
  • you knocked on the door 
  • “mom we’re fine, don’t need more snacks” 
  • this really looked like some meeting 
  • but you weren’t sure 
  • you texted Saeyoung “I think I found him… in a girl’s house” 
  • at this point you weren’t sure if you should open the door or not 
  • but you did it anyway 
  • just to find this girl and him holding hands and kissing 
  • the tears filled like a river 
  • you were there for him all this time and this is how he pays you
  • that hurted
  • “Saeran…” you cried 
  • “MC…” 
  • it took you a second before clearing your throat 
  • “I will tell Saeyoung to take your things from my house…”
  • “No… MC please, don’t leave me…” 
  • “When you’re done call him to pick you up here…”
  • you turned around just to cry more 
  • and left as fast as you could


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fuck it’s 4 am lolol 

I don’t even know what I write in there hehe 

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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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.”

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. 

cool-and-creative  asked:

What are all the moments we get with Eggsy and Tilde from the novelization?

I’m so glad you asked!

  1. Eggsy thinks her accent is “adorable”
  2. Tilde and Michelle get on so well – like sickeningly well – and Eggsy is so happy the “…two most important women in his life love each other…” (scratch that, he thinks – it’s three, including ole Daisy) (I still can’t believe we, as a collective, managed to make Daisy a canon name?)
  3. When they’re heading over to Brandon’s party, he sees her in the hoodie and pants and he just thinks that even when she’s dressed down, she still looks like royalty. (’He supposed she always would.’)
  4. Tilde makes a comment about how beautiful the architecture is at his old estate and he’s a little taken aback because he ‘…doesn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her voice…’ She’s so genuine! And wants to see the beauty in everything!
  5. Their cover-story for how they met goes as follows: Tilde came into the Kingsman shop one day to find a new tailor for her father and Eggsy was the “…lucky bastard who got to help her…” Sparks flew, and they’ve been together ever since. What. A. Dream.
  6. Eggsy constantly worries (in his head) that he’s not good enough to be with her, especially long-term. He’s like, how can a guy who grew up on a London council estate ever be good enough for a princess?
  7. Eggsy is so stressed the morning of meeting her parents. They’re waiting outside by a cab and Brandon rolls up late and Eggsy’s snapping at him a little bit from the stress and Tilde shoots him looks like, “We’re so thankful you could dog-sit JB, Brandon. Aren’t we, Eggsy?” And Eggsy just murmurs, “Yeah, thanks,” before handing over the keys to his flat.
  8. Eggsy actually didn’t pick the orange dinner jacket! Tilde did! He does love the jacket but he’s self-conscious in it because he doesn’t know if it’s appropriate or not but she tells him how handsome he looks in it and he immediately – immediately – starts feeling better about it.
  9. Eggsy’s in such awe when he enters the palace for the first time. He murmurs, “Fuck me,” and she leans in and whispers, “I will. Later. Maybe in the throne room.” And they both giggle. (She’s a freak! Love her!)
  10. When the attacks begin to happen, Eggsy darts out of the dining room, desperately trying to get someone on the comms. She follows, trying to catch up with him as he stumbles through the halls. Then, he turns around, stumbling over his words and not being too coherent – “Stay here, I have to go. It’s safe here.” She wraps her arms around him, and at first he tries to move away – he has to go – but then he melts into it, accepting this one comfort. Softly, she tells him to do what he has to.
  11. (Later, we find out that she told her parents the reason he freaked out was because some of his friends were caught in the “London Bombings” – and assures him later that, despite that, her parents loved him.)
  12. Remember when Eggsy tells Whiskey he got his Glasto tickets from his contact? His contact is literally Tilde. He told Whiskey to stay out in the car while he got the tickets – he literally made Jack wait outside while he had a rigorous Welcome Home shag with Tilde. #Goals.
  13. They’re having a “…post-coital cuddle…” and Tilde is tracing patterns into his chest and Eggsy tells her, in Swedish, that he loves her and Tilde smiles and kisses him and sighs, “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
  14. She asks him if, after he’s done with everything, he wants to go house-hunting with her. And he thinks about how much it’ll hurt now Harry’s flat is gone, but decides it’ll be really good for them to have their own place.
  15. Tilde, mischievously: “Do you want your present now?” / Eggsy: “I thought getting to see you was my present. There ain’t nothing I want more.” She then hops out of bed and gets the puppy from the bathroom.
  16. Eggsy leaves the hotel, returning to Whiskey. Immediately, Whiskey says, “Do you always sleep with your contacts?” Nodding down to Eggsy’s shirt, “Your shirt was tucked in when you went in.”
  17. Before they leave, they hear tapping from above. Looking up, there’s Tilde, in a bathrobe and the puppy in her arms. She smiles, broadly, and waves down at the boys. She’s so fucking cute - GOD.
  18. (Bless her, she accidentally got them the wrong Glasto tickets.)
  19. When Eggsy rings her up, he’s dreading it. He doesn’t want to tell her about the Clara stuff. He’d rather ask her how her day’s been, if she’s eaten. If she has, what did she have? Was it any good, babe?
  20. Tilde, upon hearing Eggsy has to sleep with someone, immediately thinks it’s Whiskey. “Who?” She asks, “The old guy with you?”
  21. Tilde: “Is she pretty?” / Eggsy: “Nowhere near as pretty as you.”
  22. She asks for a photo of this girl he has to sleep with, and he actually sends her a really pretty photo of her and of course she’s not gonna be happy about it, dude! Oh, my God.
  23. The thing that gets me the most is that when Eggsy sees Clara undress, he thinks about how the old Eggsy – the Eggsy before he met Tilde – would’ve already been shucking off his clothes and pulling Clara onto the bed but he can’t now. He only ‘…finds her attractive in the abstract…’ ‘…Nothing stirred in him.’
  24. I really love her POV chapter, during the part where she’s sprawled out in bed, miserable, smoking a fat-ass joint (same, sister). She’s not even that upset that he has to sleep with someone else. It’s the fact she thought he wanted to be with her, have a future with her.

    Their relationship felt so good, and worked for as long as it did, because they were able to overlook each other’s upbringings, the labels – these things that they can’t help – and love each other anyway; share a life, in spite of all those things that would otherwise drive people away.

    But they can’t. She’s a public princess and he’s a secret agent and it’ll compromise the both of them if they made a big, public lifetime commitment to one another, and she begins to wonder if he ever even meant it when he said he wanted to spend his life with her. Why say it if he knows they can’t be public? Why say it if it’s a danger with the job?

    Why even begin a relationship like theirs if it wasn’t going to work out?
  25. On the plane coming back from Glasto. Eggsy is desperately texting Tilde, trying to get a response. She does, telling him to stop texting her. She needs time to think. Eggsy to Whiskey: “Is the wifi working in here?” / Whiskey, casually playing pool as Eggsy’s life falls apart: “Yup. It’s your relationship that ain’t working.” / Eggsy: “She’s never ignored my texts before.” / Whiskey: “You never told her you didn’t have a future before.”

    (Sorry, divergent. But this is a really, really good scene that was cut and is supposed to parallel the martini scene with Harry and Eggsy. Here, Whiskey basically tells Eggsy that he should forget about Tilde. He’s a spy! They get to travel the world, fuck and chuck. They shouldn’t worry themselves with attachments. Whiskey: “Your friend Harry probably would’ve told you the same,” and Eggsy supposes he’s right about that. But then, of course, later on in the movie, Harry tells him the opposite. Which is probably why Eggsy looks so taken aback when Harry tells him that no, love as much as you can. Love is what makes life worth living.)
  26. Eggsy sits at the bar, miserable, and checks his voicemail, just to see if Tilde called him and he missed it. She hadn’t. That No New Messages voice makes him feel cold. He stares at the photo of them with JB, which is his wallpaper, and is just absolutely wrecked.

    (TW: Suicide idealisation.) With losing Tilde, and everyone else, he leaves the bar and wishes some drunk sod would run him over so all this could be over. He wonders what’s the point of going on if he, a spy, can’t protect everyone and everything he loves? What’s the point when it’s all taken away from you? Jesus Christ, this book gets fucking dark sometimes.
  27. Moving forward. Eggsy gets a text from Tilde:
       HAPPY CLOUD HAT. FROG BUNS! GOT SOME NICE
       WATERED-DOWN DRINKS FROM AMAZON? ;)
    She immediately rings him. He picks up, “Tilde?” But she doesn’t know who he is. Tilde: “Who is this?” / Eggsy: “What? You called me?”

    She hangs up. He calls her again, this time on FaceTime, and sees her face covered in the rash, like the movie. He freaks out, she’s talking a load of hysterical rubbish. Then, she freezes.

    Her father steps into shot, snatching the phone from her hands. “She’s in the third stage. Maybe if you hadn’t had broken her heart–” and then throws the phone onto the bed. All Eggsy can see is her in the distance, limbs bent at an awkward angle, her eyes glazed over but looking terrified (You’re conscious the whole time you’re stuck. The moment stage-three happens, the mania wears off.) Their new puppy skitters around on the bed, just as terrified. And Eggsy can’t do a thing about it.
  28. Later, her parents have a room full of doctors surrounding her, trying to figure out how to help her. But they’re useless. Tilde, conscious, sees the puppy, scared, and wants to comfort him. She thinks of Eggsy, and wishes she could kick everyone out of her apartment and have him there instead. She wants to take him in her arms, she wants to touch him, hold his face. She wants to hear his voice, wants to tell him how much she loves him, how much she misses him. She wants to fix things.
  29. They give her a cure. Then, as if on cue, her phone rings. Her father grabs it, and Tilde can see from afar that it’s Eggsy calling. She runs – sprints – to the phone and snatches it out of his hand to take the call. For a woman who was just paralysed, they all think, she sure can move.
  30. Oh, Eggsy thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life when he sees her walking down the aisle. He thinks that, from now on, beauty is gonna be measured and compared to this, to her in that dress. His eyes brim with tears, his heart feels full.

    Daisy follows closely behind her and Tilde’s father, in this adorable little dress (she’s a bridesmaid!), with Tilde’s ring clutched in her little, toddler hand, and with “…a grin a mile-wide.” She’s so happy for her big brother!
  31. The priest begins to do the ritual and Eggsy is so busy looking at her that he can’t hear a single thing the priest is saying. The both of them smile at each other, bursting with pride and happiness and love.
  32. Daisy has Tilde’s ring, and Harry has Eggsy’s. Should I add that the dogs are at the wedding too? Harry names his Yorkie, Hamish, after Merlin. And Eggsy names his new pug after JB (JB2)
  33. A little extra. The wedding hall is divided. One side is Tilde’s relatives, and the other is Eggsy’s. Tilde’s side is very reserved, very regal, whereas Eggsy’s are a lot more boisterous and energetic.

    Champ begins to heckle Tilde’s side as the pair kiss. Champ: “Hey! Lighten up, guys! This ain’t a goddamn funeral! Champagne’s on me!” Then: “Hit it, Elton!” And Elton breaks out into song: “Kiss the Bride”.

    (It doesn’t take long for the Bop to liven up Tilde’s side of the church)

    TBH… wedding of the year.

about the hugging scene

it really is wild to me that a scene as sweet as this has caused so much controversy in fandom. and not because of the dialogue exchanged between keith and allura, but because allura ‘had the audacity’ to hug a boy she holds dear to her heart. fandom seems to think allura was out of line, that by touching keith at all she was making him uncomfortable and disrespecting his personal space. fans willfully ignore the fact that keith hugged allura right back. and that allura’s goodbye seemed to have meant a lot to keith, judging by the determined look on his face after allura pleaded for him to return to the team in one piece.

anyway, fandom’s bullshit aside … i actually do want to talk about this moment. and in depth. while i loved everything about this scene aesthetically, i did feel like allura’s apology could have been written better, and that keith should have apologized to her as well. allura was upset, after all, because keith hadn’t shared the possible truth about his heritage with her even after she’d opened up and put her full trust in him.

still, this is also one of my favorite scenes :) !! so here’s what i liked about it, what i didn’t like, and what i loved ♡

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Corner Shop Part 7 (Discipline)

Summary: Peter Parker visited the popular corner shop in Queens everday. Little did he know the owner had a cute daughter.

Word Count: 1136

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, drama

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Although you were traumatized being home alone, you dreaded the moment your parents came home.

As you heard the front door unlock, your phone notification went off.

Peter: I’m so so so so sorry…

Peter: You deserve better.

You heard your mom yell your name.

You: Maybe we should just go back to me simply being an employee and you being a customer, nothing else

Peter called and texted you but you ignored it. In total, thirty notifications came from Peter, your mother and your father combined. A few of them were calls, the rest were text messages.

“y/n!” she snapped, causing you to flinch. After everything that happened, you felt on edge. Any sound could set you off.

She was conflicted. She wanted to hug you because you were okay, but she wanted to punish you for lying to her. She chose the latter.

“Mom, I’m sorry-”

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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.

thank you

So back in April I never got the chance to celebrate my one year for this blog. There ain’t much to celebrate tho since this blog is trash and all I do is worship Wonho’s ass and talk about D 24/7 (I’m so sorry I’m shameless) but I really really wanted to make a post for all the amazing people I’ve met on here, and how much you all mean to me even though I never express any form of compassion or love and majority of the time mask it with insults hahaha

But to those who know me by now should know I do it because I like you and you have a special place in my hitlist ok

Before I start I just want to throw in how much I greatly appreciate everyone that follows my blog. I know I haven’t been active in so long and I haven’t posted a fic in ages and I’m so sorry for that. There’s been some little things here and there that have piled up and it’s taken a toll on me but hey, everyone has some rough bumps in the road and I know this and I know there will be better days, and it has gotten way better. 

For anyone that has dealt with any anxiety or depression or any sense of feeling as though it’s hopeless, I hope you know that you’re strong and you are important and here for a reason and somewhere out there, either near or far there is someone out there who wants you here and who also loves you for who you are. And if at any time you feel alone or find yourself in a tough situation, I want you to know you can always come and talk to me. And I’m not saying that just to say it, I seriously mean it. I do work and I do go to school so it may take some time for me to respond, but don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me. One thing I actually hoped for in this blog when I made it was to help people, because I know that some (but not all) people think of Tumblr as a safe haven, and I could say I made it myself for the sake of running away from my own problems.

And here I am now, drowning myself with pictures of hot kpop guys but also meeting probably the best people I couldn’t have possibly lived without. I know we’re online friends and don’t even know each other in real life, but just know that you’ve all made a huge impact on my life and I really thank you guys. There are people I haven’t talked to much or at all, but I hope at some point in our lives we can talk about something as small as what we had for lunch today or to how big we think Jungkook’s schlong is cuz come on I know we’re all wondering the same fucking thing and I need answers too girl and it could turn out to be a beautiful friendship

Anyways, thank you thank you THANK YOU all so much for following me, giving me a chance, liking my fics, sending a sweet ask, talking to me, thank you all so much. I appreciate every little thing I get on here and I just love everyone and hope you stick around while I’m still glorifying Wonho’s ass every day. 

I’m so sorry for already making it so long but it’s about to get way longer and personal so I’m just going to cut it here so the post won’t get so annoying on everyone’s dash lol

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Another Guardian Angel Fic

Summary: Dan has a guardian angel blah blah blah

Word Count: 3k

TW: underage drinking + hints at molestation almost happening (attempted non-con/drugging)

i found this in my drafts from like a year ago??? and since then i’ve written another guardian angel fic?? anyway this is also a guardian angel fic with a different premise from forever ago

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Fictober - Per Manum Fic

I was inspired to write this by some gifs I saw on Tumblr last night of the scene in Per Manum where Scully is looking in the mirror, so alone and so sad. So I changed it a little. Sorry…. @fictober @today-in-fic

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Scully stands in her bedroom, looking down at the picture in front of her with a lump in her throat. All of the evidence is now in front of her and yet she still wants to pinch herself. It’s a baby. It’s her baby. 

She pauses as she catches sight of herself in the mirror, then edges closer, taking in her appearance. She looks tired, she muses, and it’s understandable, with the last few weeks taking their toll on her. Scully lowers her gaze, her eyes darting down to her midriff, to the slight swell of her abdomen. It’s barely noticeable, but she can feel it; her clothes are starting to feel a little tight, and she knows that the small bump is there, and growing every day. Until this morning she was still convinced she was dreaming about her pregnancy – until she saw her baby on the screen in front of her at the hospital. Her beautiful, healthy – and from the looks of it – very active baby. It’s real, she’s been repeating to herself all morning, and all the way home as she fingered the ultrasound photograph. It’s really happening.

The confirmation of her pregnancy, the memory of seeing her baby for the very first time and the strain of recent weeks – morning sickness coupled with doing everything in her power to search…search for him – is enough to overwhelm her, and Scully’s eyes fill with tears as she turns to the side, smoothing down her sweater over her abdomen. There’s a baby inside of her, she thinks to herself as her hand rests on her stomach. The baby she thought she’d never have, especially when the three rounds of IVF failed. But Mulder had told her not to give up on a miracle, and sure enough she has her miracle, half her, half Mulder. Mulder…

Her tears fall in earnest now as her emotions get the better of her, and Scully lifts a hand to wipe them away. She knows about hormonal changes and she’s read the books on pregnancy so she knows this is normal, but she’s also aware that her life is anything but normal right now.

She startles as she feels someone come to stand behind her, a pair of hands sneaking around her waist to settle on top of hers. She sniffs, settling back in the embrace, immediately feeling safe and loved.

“Please tell me these are good tears,” says Mulder, his breath tickling her ear. She looks at their reflection in the mirror, watching as he presses a kiss to her head, then she huffs out a laugh.

“They’re good tears,” she replies, turning in his arms to face him. Mulder’s hands move, one automatically settling on the small of her back, and the other resting back on her stomach.

“I’m glad. Because it’s a little bit late if they’re not.” He kisses her again, this time on the lips, and then rests his forehead against hers. “You’re tired.”

“I know.”

“You should take things easy Scully.”

“I know, but –”

“We’ll find him,” replies Mulder, his smile faltering. “The Gunmen and their friends are monitoring everything. As soon as there’s any sign of him or the other abductees we’ll know.”

“That doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty.”

“That makes two of us. If I’d have gone to Oregon –”

“If you’d have gone to Oregon they might have…it might have been you too,” Scully replies, and Mulder knows she’s right. It’s been six weeks since Mulder had been due to go back to Oregon, with Skinner this time. Six weeks since the pair had checked in at the airport, ready to board their flight. Their flight had just been called when Mulder’s cell phone rang, and he’d received the news that Scully had been rushed to hospital after collapsing at the office. He’d immediately told his superior that he wouldn’t be boarding the flight, and after a moment of consideration Skinner informed him that he would go instead and that, providing Scully received a clean bill of health, Mulder could join him at a later time. Only Mulder never got the chance. He’d arrived at the hospital to find his partner tearful and stunned, announcing that she was pregnant with their miracle child. It was a moment of joy, tinged with sadness when the next morning they’d received the news that their boss was now missing, presumed abducted. There’s still no sign of Skinner but Mulder – with the help of the Gunmen – is doing everything in his power to try and find him.

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “It still doesn’t make it any easier. But you shouldn’t worry about that right now. You’re working for two now. Or maybe three,” he adds with a smug grin. “Mulder Junior Junior could have just been camera shy. You are getting fat woman.”

“Don’t make me shoot you again M. There’s just the one in there. And I’m going to get fatter, so shut your mouth.” They share a sweet smile, both still stunned that this is finally happening for them. “I remember standing in a similar position to this just over a year ago,” continues Scully, fresh tears threatening to fall. Her tears still sometimes catch Mulder off guard, and he’s getting used to her mood swings. “…And you told me never to give up on a miracle.”

“I was right. See, I told you I’m always right.”

“I’ll give you this one.”

“She’s our little miracle Scully.”

“Or he.”

Mulder shakes his head. “I think it’s a girl. A little you.” He sounds so excited, and he has been since the moment he learned of her pregnancy. Earlier that afternoon, as they’d first laid eyes on the baby, he’d held Scully’s hand and wept too. There was no doubting that he wanted this child as much as his partner. Scully still isn’t sure how they’ve ended up here – when she’d first walked into the basement all those years ago, she never dreamed of this, of falling in love with her partner, settling down and having a family with him – but right now she knows she wouldn’t want to change it for anything.

“I hope you’re not disappointed when it’s a boy.” She’s joking of course, but Mulder sobers.

“I could never be disappointed in this baby Scully,” he replies earnestly, meaning every word. “She’s our little miracle.”

“She is.” Scully give a shaky sigh. “Let’s hope Skinner gets his miracle soon.”