sorry this was too long overdue :)

12x19 alternative

Dean slams Cas against the wall, pressing his forearm to his chest and gripping his shirt in his fist.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’ He demands aggressively, his eyes wide and staring at Cas accusingly.

Cas tilts his head down to avoid his stare and Dean taps his chin back up with his calloused fingers so Cas is forced to stare at him. ‘You better answer me real damn soon, Cas-’

‘I was in heaven.’ He says, and Dean squinted.

‘Are you kidding? Me and Sam were worrying our asses off about you, and you didn’t think to tell us you were in Heaven?’ He says, his grip tightening on Cas’s trench coat.

‘Dean, you don’t understand, I… I couldn’t bear to face you. I failed you, and I failed Sam. And I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to come back here a failure again. I wanted to come back with a win for us. I just wanted to make you proud of me, for once.’ He looks down at Dean’s chest, and this time Dean doesn’t stop him, his conscience instantly forcing him to feel shitty about jumping at Cas the way he did.

They stand there for a while, Dean’s arm still pressed against Cas’s chest, until Dean slowly removes his arm and wraps Cas in a gentle hug instead. Cas presses his head on Dean’s shoulder and Dean hesitantly strokes Cas’s hair, not wanting to overstep his mark.

‘I’m sorry, Cas.’ Dean sighs after a moments silence. ‘I shouldn’t have hurt you. It just… it hurts me that you keep leaving us. And I hate that you never called, or even texted. I even prayed to you, Cas. I needed you, I always do. We’re better together, you make me better and I can’t begin to describe how empty I feel without you.’ Dean feels his heart jump, as he prepares himself for the most honest confession of his life.

'I love you.’

Silence. Cas doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. Not for a while.

'I almost died. I’ve almost died a million times, but you watched me almost die back in the barn. And you didn’t say a thing. Not even when I told you I loved you. You just told me that I’m family. I don’t want to just be family to you, Dean, family is unstable. My family is the most dysfunctional family in existence. My father has left, my brother is the devil, and the amount of wars I’ve seen between my family is more than I want to think about. I have watched my brothers kill each other in cold blood, and I have not hesitated to kill my own brothers in cold blood. Family is hatred, and I don’t ever want to be family with you, Dean. I want to love you. I want to be loved by you. I have never felt love before, not from anyone. Not for anyone, until I saved you.’ Dean felt a pang of guilt as he recalled the barn. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cas interrupted his thoughts.

'You don’t remember Hell, Dean, but I remember it all. I remember piecing your soul back together one piece at a time and I remember you clinging to me as I pulled you out. I remember holding you down and giving up all of my strength, all of my power, to save you. To bring you home. And I remember falling in love with every fibre of your being. The day you woke up, the day you went to the gas station and heard that noise, that wasn’t me talking. that was me crying. I cried out for you Dean, because I had loved you, and you hadn’t remembered me. And I wanted to die. I rebelled, and I killed and I completely fell off the wagon because I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything anymore. You meant the universe to me. I needed you, and you didn’t even know me. Do you know how much that hurts?’

Dean is crying now, his eyes and cheeks both equally damp and his tears trailing into Cas’s hair. Cas looks up at him, but Dean lets go of him and sits on the bed, drawing his knees into his chest and crying openly into his hands.

I’m so sorry, Cas.’ Dean wails, his shoulders shaking and his hands clenched into fists. 'I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry…’

Cas sits down next to him and takes him in his arms. 'Don’t cry, Dean. Please don’t cry. The last thing I want is to be the reason you’re upset.’

Sam is about to push open the door when he hears this, and steps back slightly.

'I love you. I love you so much, Cas. I’m sorry I never told you. You’re my everything.’ Dean sobs out into Cas’s chest.

Sam feels his heart sink, hearing his brother cry so loudly, so emotionally. He wants to go in and comfort him, but he just stays still and listens, not wanting to intrude on such a long overdue moment.

'I love you too, Dean.’ Cas says softly, and there’s a moment of silence followed by a soft rustle of the sheets. Sam, overcome with curiosity, looks through the crack in the door to see Cas and Dean kissing, and they look so hesitant and pure that it makes Sam want to smile. He watches as Dean pulls away, and rests his head against Cas’s forehead. They kiss again, but this time it looks more urgent, and suddenly Deans hands are sliding Cas’s trench coat and undercoat off of his shoulders, and Sam watches them fall to the floor beside Dean’s bed. Sam always thought Cas looked inappropriate without his coat on, like he looked more human.

The moment Dean’s hands leave Cas’s sides to reach for his own shirt is the moment Sam decides he’s seen way too much, and so he heads back towards the kitchen before yelling a quick 'I’m going for a run’ to Dean, choosing to give them some alone time in the bunker. And sure enough, when Sam returns a couple hours or so later, he finds them barely covered by Dean’s thin blanket, Dean’s hand on Cas’s chest and Cas’s arm underneath Dean’s head.

Sam gently pulls the door shut, wincing at the click of the handle, before returning to the main table to finish his research.

Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 

Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 

Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 

“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.

oh wow an imagine get me I’m not dead


Request: Hi! Can you please do an imagine where the reader first comes up in the maze and when Gally jumps into the box, she beats him up and Newt got sent down to convince her they aren’t dangerous? It would be nice if you could include a part where he gives her a tour and they feel something towards each other, but they are both too scared to admit it, but I know you’re busy so I wouldn’t mind if it got excluded. Maybe things could get a little heated if that’s okay with you…..

I know this is well overdue. I am so extremely sorry for being so late with my imagines. I know I asked for requests and disappeared just like that, but due to sudden unavoidable circumstances have I been inactive on Tumblr and only now started to write my long list of requested imagines. I promise I’ll get them done as soon as I can.

About this one… I kind of made Newt and the reader know each other before, because I couldn’t see such a quick connection without familiarity. I hope you don’t mind and that this imagine has lived up to your expectations. And again I apologize for the delay.

You blinked a few times, willing all of this to go away. Where were you? What were you doing here? Who were all these boys? Who were you?

You shook your head, denying everything. Why couldn’t you remember who you were?

Your thoughts were cut short as a boy jumped into the pit you were in. He was seventeen, maybe eighteen, with rough hands and a disgusting nose. You felt threatened.

“Hello?” he said, edging towards you. “I know you’re probably confused and sca-”  

You lunged at him before he could finish. Your arms and legs were flailing wildly, and your fist made contact with his jaw. He let out a guttural scream but they were cut short as you kneed his thigh. He doubled over and you kicked him.


And again.

Suddenly arms were pulling you back, dragging you away. Several, actually. You thrashed and swung your limbs only to have more hands stopping you. The boy- Gally, as you heard someone call him- was lying on his side and groaning, blood dribbling from his mouth as people tended to him. You felt guilty for a second, but survival instincts and panic took over your gut. You screamed at tried to squirm your way out of these people’s grasps.  

“It’s okay.” Someone said. The calmness of his voice made you falter and look up.

Two warm brown eyes stared deeply at you. “It’s alright. Everything’s okay.” The voice murmured, soothing you. A thumb gently rubbed your elbows, causing ripples of calm to pulse through your body. “You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

You felt clutching hands letting you go and only two still clasping your forearms.

You stilled and look fully at the boy holding you. He was tall, with soft sandy hair and thin orange lips, a tranquil and at the same time concerned look on his face. You felt yourself trust him almost immediately.

“You promise?” you whispered, hearing your voice for the first time.

“I promise.” He replied, squeezing your hand reassuringly.


“This here is the homestead, and there we have the fields.” said Newt; the boy who calmed you that other day in the box. He was giving you a tour of the Glade, the place you landed in with no recalling of how you got here. Or before that for the matter.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the vertical large gap in the seemingly walled up site.

Newt’s expression turned dark. “It’s an entrance.” He replied.

“To where?”

“The maze.”

You gave him a questioning look.

“All in good time.” He said, patting your shoulder. You felt butterflies churn in your stomach when he touched you. You fended them off. You just met him, right? But you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you knew him before, like… you had a connection. Each time you smiled at each other it was like electricity hummed in the air.

“Just don’t go in there unless you want to be torn apart and eaten by loud and unseen creatures.” He said, causing you to snap back from your thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows and he laughed, even though there was an edge to his tone.

“Moving on.”

He guided you through the fields explaining about the rules as much as he could. You weren’t really paying attention to his words. All you could think about was that cute accent in his voice, which sounded so familiar, the way he ran his hands through his fluffy, gorgeous hair, the way his arms contracted when he walked that tuned his biceps… until he stopped talking.

He smiled, and you blushed knowing that he knew that you were checking him out.

Sort of.

You suddenly found the grass very interesting. You poked at it with your foot, refusing to look up.

He laughed, causing you to frown. “What?”

“Nothing.” He replied. He met your gaze and smiled. “You’re cute when you blush.”  

You reddened even further.

“This might sound strange, but I feel like…” he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. “Forget it, it’s probably nothing.”

He continued showing you around the Glade, and all you could do was debate in your head about whether or not to tell him about the familiarity which you felt. After a while you decided not to, scared that he might think you were delusional. But you could almost swear he felt it too.


It had almost been a week since you had come to the Glade. By now you had grown accustomed to it and its rules. But not your feelings towards Newt. The connection between you two only seemed to grow which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if he admitted that he felt something too. You could almost hear the hum of electricity when you were around him.

Like right now, for instance.

“Pass me that box, Y/N?” he said.

You were helping him arrange some supplies in the homestead. You hadn’t got an official job yet so you just helped around here and there.

“When’s more stuff coming up?” you asked, handing him the box.

“After about three weeks.” He replied.

Newt reached for a shelf but abruptly slipped. You instinctively reached for him, only to result in you tripping and bumping into him; which in turn caused him to fall and land on top of you.

You blinked, your head slightly throbbing from hitting the floor. Your gaze came into focus, and you realized that Newt’s body was pressed against yours, his face only centimetres away. You blushed.

“I’m so sorry.” He grunted, attempting to get up.

All you could do was redden at the proximity of your bodies, your heart beating faster. His arms were on both sides of your head, his cascading locks brushing your brow, the pressure of his body causing you to let out a small gasp.

Newt stopped struggling and gazed at you, then your lips. You found yourself staring at his too.

You moaned as his lips moved against yours. Your arms circled his neck, kissing him back, letting out all your feelings into that embrace. Heat coursed through your body, and the feeling of his arms tightening around you as you rolled on the floor caused you to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced yours and youmoaned. He suddenly pulled back and both of you gasped.

You traced your fingertips along the back of his neck.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” He said, cupping your cheek with one hand as you sat up. “Ever since I first saw you, I had this feeling that I knew you before, like you meant something to me.” His thumb ran gently across your jaw line. “I felt this connection, this protectiveness over you. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I think… I think there was something between us before, before all this.”

You leaned into his touch and lightly pecked the tips of his fingers. “I felt the same way too. This familiar feeling came over me each time I saw you. I think you’re right.” You felt the corners of your mouth lift. “There was something between us before.”

Newt studied you intently. “What about now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to think deeply. “What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know…” he said playfully, leaning in. “A couple, maybe?”

You smirked. “Maybe.”

Interview Confession

I sip at my coffee, sitting at the kitchen table looking at my adoring boyfriend standing in front of the stove whipping up breakfast for the two of us. I smile to myself as I watch Richard, my mind wandering back to the duration of our relationship thus far.

We met on the set of Game of Thrones, I had been visiting a friend of mine who works on the show. I had been walking around a bit until I bumped into someone, that someone being Richard. I remember that he was wearing his costume and I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. We immediately hit it off and now here we are. Four years later, living together, and still madly in love.

“Y/N, Earth to Y/N,” Richard calls pulling me out of the memory I was reliving in my mind. “Where was your mind off too?” He questions with a laugh.

“I was thinking of a time when I bumped into someone with a fur cloak on,” I tell him with a giggle.

“You aren’t cheating on me with this mystery man are you?” He jokingly asks with a raised brow.

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Your Eyes - 10th, 11th Doctor x Reader

Originally posted by girl-from-another-dimension

Originally posted by geekyimagines

Originally posted by sleep-depiravation

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay on this, it is long overdue. Now I have the summer and I’m spending it writing! (Also I know that in the gif it’s raining and it’s not in the imagine, but it was too perfect to not use)

Prompt: Hey can you write an 11th doctor x reader. Where the reader and 10 were close like on the brink of a romantic relationship. And them after he regenerated. She has been distant until one day she just comes and sits with him and they have a super fluffy moment. 

Word Count: 992

Warnings: None


“Where to, (Y/N)?” The Doctor asked. Both of you had just gotten back from a particularly scary adventure, involving a seven-foot tall monster that wouldn’t show its face. 

“Somewhere calming and beautiful, but under one condition.” You said. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “It has to be amazing.” You said. He grinned, his adorable expression glowing with excitement.

“I know just the place!” He exclaimed. The Doctor ran around the console room, entering in the coordinates to the location that he had in mind. As soon as the Tardis landed, he ran to a different room in the Tardis, so you went outside to experience the new planet. The grass was a neon green, with a bright neon blue sky to match. A ten-foot wide river seemed to run as far as the eye could see. A large weeping willow tree with deep purple leaves was the only thing that broke the immense, flat field. The sky had three different planets visible, and they were all huge with intricate designs. As soon as you had taken in the sight, the Doctor walked out with a picnic basket. “Ready (Y/N)?” He asked, holding up the woven basket.

Before you knew it, both of you were laying underneath the tree, with and eaten picnic laying behind you. The Doctor rolled over to face you, and you followed his lead. Both of you just sat there, looking at each other. After you couldn’t bear the silence any longer, you finally said a simple, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?” The Doctor looked alarmed, but not too concerned. 


“Me?” He put a hand over his chest, making a surprised face. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You thinking? Extremely dangerous. Could end up in a few casualties.” He quietly smiled at your comment. You sat up and started to pack the leftover picnic. Then you stood up and held out a hand to help him to stand. “Shall we?” You asked. The Doctor took your hand and stood up. 

“We shall.”

You knew what was happening. Earlier you had demanded to know what was going on. The Doctor had no choice but explain to you, but you still didn’t know how you felt about the situation. Now you stood by the doors of the Tardis with the Doctor, your Doctor, by the console. He looked at you but didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to because all you did was shake your head no. You didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t want your Doctor to leave you like this. Slowly he looked up, and sorrowfully said, “I don’t wanna go.”

It had been two years after the Doctor’s regeneration. You asked to be taken home after the Tardis had repaired itself. You still didn’t want to believe that he was gone. Even if it was the same man, you wish he had told you sooner so you could mentally prepare yourself. Now you truly regret your decision to go home. You missed him, whether it was the Doctor you knew before or the new Doctor, number eleven is what he called it. Now you didn’t have the chance to tell him how you truly felt, what you have felt from the beginning.

You were walking to your car after a date gone wrong. You had gone to a fancy restaurant right in the heart of (favorite major city), so of course, the nearest parking was a little over a mile away. After you rounded the last corner to the parking garage, you saw it. The Tardis, in all of its blue glory. You immediately ran up to it, trying the door. It was locked, of course. So instead you leaned against the door and waited, either for the Doctor to come back or for him to come out of the Tardis. People passed by, some with coats, some with hats or caps. Then came along this one man, the man you instantly recognized. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a red bowtie, but his eyes. Those dark green eyes that can tell a thousand stories with one look. “Doctor?” You asked. He looked surprised that you knew it was him right away.

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled. “How did you know it was me?”

“Your eyes. The eyes filled with wonder.” He laughed softly at that.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, starting to laugh.

“Nothing, nothing!” He quickly replied, laughing along with you. Once the laughing died down, he said, “What are you doing here anyway? You don’t live around here.”

“Stalker.” You replied, sending you both into fits of laughter once again. Once you stopped you said, “I’m on a date.” The Doctor’s face fell. “Or was, for that matter. It went horribly wrong.”

“What happened?” He asked, being his usual, curious self.

“He was flirting with the waitress as soon as she walked up to welcome us, that sort of thing. Halfway through the meal, I was shoving breadsticks in my purse and disappeared to use the restroom. He must think I have some serious problems.” The Doctor and yourself started laughing so hard the people walking past us gave us weird looks.

“Well,” he started, “I know a guy that I think is perfect for you.”

“Oh really?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup. He’s witty, smart, likes to travel, and has an incredible sense of fashion.” He smirked. “Not to mention he’s devilishly handsome.” He said, straightening his bowtie. You both started to laugh yet again.

“Well, he sounds perfect.” You said. Before you knew it the Doctor leaned down and kissed you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while the other was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.  You couldn’t help but melt at his touch. From this point on, you knew that you would never turn your back on your Doctor ever again, for you loved him to the end of the universe.


Koutarou hated that he leaned into the touch, but doing it was as natural as breathing.

With or Without You by @risquetendencies is a fic I’ve been meaning to draw for forever (but in hindsight I’m glad I waited and improved a little). You should absolutely read it if you’re into angst and crying and having too many feelings. Bokuaka is a side pair, but their interactions still managed to kill me, especially this confession scene.

Lance comes home late. It isn’t that unusual, and most of the time he still manages to beat Keith home since his significant other is an insane workaholic (”pot, meet kettle”).

When they first returned to Earth, everything was weird. Suddenly the planet of their origin felt like the most alien of all the worlds they had encountered because everything that used to be familiar seemed like it had been experienced in another life altogether. They all had rocky transitions back to peaceful times–suddenly, the galaxy didn’t need them to fight a war, and they realized that maybe there wasn’t anything else they could remember how to do.

Pidge was able to bring her father and brother back to her mother. Hunk went back to his own family. Shiro slowly re-introduced himself to a mother who had grieved his death half a decade ago.

Lance was welcomed back to his own family, the prodigal son celebrated in ways he felt he didn’t deserve. He brought Keith with him, and his Mama kissed both of Keith’s cheeks over and over.

“Thank you for keeping him safe,” she said.

Keith didn’t know what to say, so he awkwardly kept silent.

Eventually, the attention was stifling; Lance couldn’t stand the way his siblings would look like they’d seen a ghost anytime they happened to walk in on him sitting at the kitchen table. He couldn’t deal with the way his nieces and nephews were unable to reconcile the Uncle Lance that babysat them with the scarred and haunted man in their living room.

It broke his heart that his parents wanted so desperately to love him but he wasn’t the same son to them anymore.

Keith was the one to suggest they move into a small apartment of their own, close enough to visit daily if they wanted but in a separate space to give them some much-needed distance. It worked.

Until it didn’t.

Keith picked up a job, and so did Lance. They completed college courses in the evenings so they could do something useful with their lives–Lance earned a teaching degree and Keith became a registered nurse. They both worked long hours, and hardly saw each other outside of sleeping in the same bed.

So tonight, Lance comes home late. He can’t remember the last time he said more than “good morning” and “good night” to Keith in any given day. The last year feels like a haze of mediocrity, routine painted in shades of gray in his mind.

He toes off his shoes. All the lights are off, so he figures he’s beaten Keith home (again).

He pads along the hallway and pokes his head into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for a beer–he really hopes to sleep well tonight.

A slight rustle comes from a little deeper in the apartment. He tenses. The sound doesn’t come again–perhaps he imagined it?

He moves to their tiny dining table and freezes.

There are two candles burned to lumpy stumps of melted wax (they were two different colours and shapes at some point, but now they actually looked pretty similar). Two servings of food are set on the table, long since gone cold. Each setting has what looks like a bowl of homemade black bean soup and a plate with some sort of stir fry. Keith doesn’t know how to cook too many things, but he works wonders with the random array of veggies in the fridge at the end of the week. The soup must be a recipe out of his family’s old cookbook that Lance had thrust upon him when they moved out. His heart stutters in his chest.

But most astonishing, perhaps, is the slumped figure sitting at the opposite end of the table. One pale hand is just a twitch away from sending the bowl of soup tumbling to the ground.

“Hey,” he murmurs gently, running his hands up Keith’s arms, squeezing his shoulders, and sliding them back down to his elbows.

Keith startles, but Lance catches the bowl before it can meet the end of the table. He blinks up owlishly at Lance.

“Hey,” he croaks. His hair is sticking up and out all over the place. He’s very long overdue for a haircut–it hasn’t looked this much like a mullet since they were sixteen and launched out into space.

“Sorry I missed this,” Lance says, sweeping his arm over the meal spread out on the table.

Keith doesn’t look back at the table. His eyes don’t leave Lance’s face.

“I missed you,” he whispers, and it sounds so much more raw than it should. Lance smiles and pretends his eyes aren’t filling with tears.

“I missed you too.”

He leans down to press a kiss to the corner of Keith’s mouth. Keith pulls him into his arms.


Lance pulls out the chair next to Keith’s. It’s almost midnight. They both have work in the morning.

“Pass the salt, sweetheart?”

Happy Lance Month! I write this from my call room haha…


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Baby too Soon│ Part 4

This part is long overdue, and I’m sorry about the long wait. I’m not really sure how I feel about this part, but I hope you enjoy. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 5,696

The end of August is when Lucas and I made the move, so he could be closer to campus. It’s a small one bedroom apartment, and it’s perfect for Lucas and I—and soon our son.

The day I moved out was also the day my mom and I finally had the talk her and I still needed.

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rubyphilomela  asked:

I'm having a horrible day and I really could use some cheering up. Got any prompto stuff planned?

Not yet, sadly. I need to give the sunshine boy some love, and I know there’s something for @riding-prompto that I haven’t forgot about involving her OC x Prompto that I had planned but my life caught a blip and fucked my shit all up so I have to… actually, I just need more time to write, that’s what I fucking need. I only really have the weekend and then again, not always the full two days. *sighs* And I actually produce content slow asf in general. So I don’t know when I’ll end up writing Prompto again. :/

I need like a full month to get half of the shit off my plate done, lol!

so we’ll start this off by saying thank you so much for all the entries! we’re sorry for this long overdue announcement, things are a little too hectic now that school’s back. we appreciate those who applied, so without further ado, here are the new members of tsoa support group:

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