Okay, listen up. First off, we have this rumor off of the TV Tropes website:
It’s since been taken down and isn’t exactly damning in and of itself, but bear with me.
A lot of the characters’ names in this movie mean something; of the central characters, there’s the Warren Peace pun, the obvious Will Stronghold, and Gwen Grayson, which a lot of people have pointed out may be a combination of Spider-Man’s girlfriend Gwen Stacy, and DC superhero Dick Grayson. The only main character’s name that doesn’t seem to mean anything is Layla Williams, which is weird considering she’s the female lead, and notably similar to supervillain Poison Ivy, whose alter ego is Pamela Lillian Isley, originally Dr. Lillian Rose, so they totally could have gone in that direction.
Now, remember the scene where they’re going through Steve and Josie’s old high school yearbook?
When they get to the picture of Warren’s father Barron Battle, Steve says “Always swore he’d have his revenge on me. And he totally stole the lead in Oklahoma!” and judging from Will and Josie’s reactions he still brings this up a lot.
Oklahoma! is a famous play in which the main storyline revolves around the male lead, Curly McLain, trying to convince the female lead, Laurey Williams, to acknowledge her affections for him. Spoiler alert: he succeeds and at the end of the play they get married.
They just called her Layla because no one names their kid Laurey anymore (no offense to anyone named Laurey), and this is clearly foreshadowing Warren and Layla getting together: Warren’s father “stole” the lead in Oklahoma!, a role centered on a romance with Laurey Williams, from Will’s father; ergo Warren was going to “steal” Layla from Will in a future film.
To make the evidence even more damning, the secondary storyline in Oklahama! follows a guy called Will Parker and his quest to marry this girl Ado Annie. He doesn’t look twice at Laurey. I rest my case.
Of course, it’s perfectly possible that is just another one of those million weird coincidences that show up way too often in a medium where creators always claim they actually think about this stuff, OR
random question but do you have a FAVORITE gay-themed movie? and can you recommend some good ones? sorry i know it's a weird question
oh darling i’m a complete film geek so it’s not a weird question at all :)
if i had to pick one favourite then it would definitely be Weekend. it’s so brutally honest, both in the way it’s shot and in it’s directing and acting. and also, when i was watching it for the first time (with headphones on) i had to hold a pillow in front of my face because i felt like i was watching two people through a key hole and i felt like i was intruding on their private life. if a film makes you feel like that then you know it’s good.
as for the recommendation bit i have to say that there are a lot of absolutely terrible LGBTQ films out there, full of clichés and “for-effect” plots. buthere are some “gay themed” films that i would actually recommend watching:
and yes, i’ve intentionally picked films that involves younger people, since i think that speaks to tumblr more. and i would urge you not to be discouraged by the fact that ½ of these are not in english. i can tell you that if you’ve chosen not to watch films in the past just because they’re not in english then you’ve missed out on a glorious slice of life, trust me.
❝to say yoongi was excited or at the least interested in you was an understatement. on the other hand, do you know what is undercooked? your chicken pie. ►3341 words // scenario, post-based
Yoongi wakes up to a shit ton of noise outside his door and already he can foresee this is going to be a terrible day. Out of all the days he gets a break and it’s going to be one where the management decides to play a game of ‘what noise does Min Yoongi hate the most on a peaceful and quiet day?’ Oh yeah, Yoongi dreads for when they carry out a renovation or quote services to improving your stay here unquote bullshit.
So what does he do?
He, apparently, walks out of his bedroom with a disheveled appearance that paints him to be a caveman hibernating for god knows how long and yanks his front door open in irritation. With eyes barely able to open and mouth still full of cotton, he only registers what’s going on when his conscious saves him the guessing and reveals the answer in a form of a person with… a pie?
He gives himself a wakeup call to rub his eyes and shake off the sleepiness heavy in his system, willing to a couple of seconds before he confirms that he’s not seeing things. Blinking two consecutive times, he still sees a pie. Okay, it is a pie. No doubt about it there.
His eyes direct him to the owner of the pie and it’s a face he’s never seen before. Admittedly, he isn’t good with faces but if he saw this one… let’s say chances were high he’d recall.
Yoongi decides to be polite… first.
“Can I help you?”
Nervousness shows in your smile, anxiety trembling at your fingertips as they drum the bottom of aluminium casing. Shifting your weight from left to right, the will to man up and say something dipping in your eyes before you find the words to speak, he only waits patiently (not bad, Min Yoongi).
“H-Hi. I live next door and I wanted to come down to-”
“That old lady finally decided to sell her place?”
Look, Yoongi can only try to be polite.
“…oh shit. Okay, what I meant was-”
“Yes, she did,” You cut him off before he can try to explain himself and if that wasn’t the definition of being saved by the bell, Yoongi doesn’t know what is. He sighs in relief and shakes his head, eyes clenched shut with a soft how do I say this and he does say it as: “I’m kinda… how you call it…”
“Woah, one assumption at a time,” He holds a hand up, the other resting by his hip and when your smile drops from the slight hospitality, he breaks out into a grin, “Both right, by the way,”
“Good to know the few times I decide to be a smart ass it works out,”
He puts his hand out, “I’m Yoongi,”
You juggle the pie on your forearm, a free hand inching out to place in his for a small shake, “I’m Y/N, as I would’ve introduced before,”
“Ah, right,” Yoongi retracts his hand, as to how yours return to hold onto the pie, “You new here?”
“Have you seen me before?” Your head tilts a little at the end of your question, and Yoongi finds it easy to smile in the early of the day when he should be asleep. In other words, he’s one hell of a grump if he’s interrupted in his sleep so to be smiling at this hour where he’d murder anyone who dares threaten his rest… it speaks miles of Yoongi’s patience here.
“If I did, I would’ve remembered that face,”
There’s an indirect wink when your face scrunches up at the answer but it’s not necessarily… bad? It’s just - well - however you try to put it, ah, whatever.
“I made you a pie. You know, since we’re going to be neighbours,”
“And you can cook?” After the implication you’re pretty, it’s more or less a little too much for two compliments in a row so you hand him the pie regardless whether he was ready to hold onto three hours of dedication and time. He snorts at the lack of your response but at the spark in his eyes as you back away, you wave and give a reply of: “I try sometimes. See you around,”
Yoongi only clicks his tongue and backs into his apartment, watching you enter yours with a hint of red cheeks. As he closes the door behind him, padding his feet to the kitchen is where he takes a spoon to whip a generous bite. With a mouthful of the taste of chicken that’s… undercooked. He forces it down his system before setting the whole pan aside with a cough.
“She wasn’t kidding when she said she was trying.”
Long ago in a distant land, I Ahpul, the shapeshifting apple of darkness, unleashed an unspeakable evil. But a foolish samurai pony, wielding a magic banan stepped forth to oppose me…. *shing! shing shing* Before the final blow was struck, I tore open a portal in time and flung him into the future where my evil is law! Now the fool seeks to return to the past and undo the future that is Ahpul…… ~ Ahpul, shapeshifting apple of darkness
He watched the door slam shut behind you and he turned to the wall. “Fuck!” Jax yelled and clenched his fist. He pounded it against the wall, over and over. The white paint slowly turned red as his knuckles bled but he didn’t stop, not yet. After a few more hits Jax stepped back and ran his hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face with his good hand. He stretched out his fist but ignored the burning pain in his knuckles and he glared at the bloodied hole in the wall. He knew he should have ran after you, tried to make you see sense. But he had never seen you so mad before and he knew he deserved it. Honesty. Respect. That was all you ever asked for. You didn’t care about the things he did for the club, the club secrets he had to keep from you. You didn’t care that he barely took you on dates. You didn’t care that he had a son to another woman. You didn’t care that he was a criminal, an outlaw. You didn’t care about the late nights or the lonely ones. You didn’t ask him to stay home with you, didn’t nag him or need to know every detail about his days or things with the club. All you had ever asked of him was that when it came to your relationship, he was honest with you. And he hadn’t been. Jax knew he should have told you Tara was back the day she had turned up at the clubhouse. But his head had been a mess and he needed time to work out what this all meant. It was like a ghost had walked back into his life. He never thought he’d see her again after she left and when she’d walked through those doors he felt like a teenager again, and all those feelings he had once had came flooding back to him. He should have told you what happened, how he was feeling, but hell he didn’t even know how he felt. Jax leant against the wall and stared at the shattered glass and splatters of whiskey on the floor. The kitchen was a mess and it seemed fitting to mess inside his head. He needed to make sense of these feelings, of these thoughts that were taking control. He needed to leave, needed to get out of this empty house. He turned and walked out the door, heading for his bike. A long ride was what he needed to clear his head. ~ Laughter left your lips and you wiped the counter thoroughly. “I’m serious! He turned up in a denim suit. A juit.” Cassie said. You laughed again and shook your head. For a month now you had been working with Cassie at the diner and almost everyday she had a new story to tell you about her disastrous love life and the many bad dates she’d had that left a smile on your face. The bell above the door chimed and you glanced at the entrance. Three men entered, all in leather and all ridiculously attractive. You watched them walk casually into the diner and slide into a booth by the window, near the back. “Hellooo handsome.” Cassie said beneath her breath and you smiled and winked at her. “Shotgun.” You said and grabbed a notebook and slid it into your apron pocket. Before she could argue you stepped out from behind the counter and approached the table. There was a tall one, wearing a slouched beanie and a full beard. A younger looking guy, with a shaved Mohawk and tribal tattooes on his skull. And a blonde, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “Welcome to Daisy’s Diner, what can I get for you this mornin?” The guys glanced up at your approach and you smiled warmly to each of them. “Just coffee, thanks.” The one with the beard smiled. You nodded. “Anything else? The cherry pies real nice.” “I bet it is.” The blonde said with a wink and a smirk and you tried to ignore his eyes looking you up and down. You smirked back and met his eye. “I’ll grab a slice.” He said. You scribbled the order in your notebook. “Won’t be long.” You smiled sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes and headed back to the counter. You could feel their eyes watching you as you walked and you made sure to sway your hips a little more than normal. “Thoughts?” Cassie whispered once you were behind the counter. “The one in the beanie’s married. No rings on the other two though.” You reported. She nodded and bit her lip. “I call dibs on the Mohawk.” You laughed and quickly got the order ready. A phone rang out and you glanced at the table and saw the blonde answer a call. You grabbed the pot of coffee and the plate of pie and headed towards the table. When you were almost there the three men stood and the blonde turned towards you. “We gotta go, sorry darlin’.” “Sorry for wasting my pie or for staring at my ass earlier?” You asked. He raised his eye brows and smirked. “Oh I ain’t sorry for that darlin.“ You laughed and he flashed you a wink before turning and following the others out of the diner. ~ The sound of birds chirping woke him and he squinted at the bright sun shining down on him. For a moment he was confused at his surroundings but they slowly familiarised around him. Jax always ended up here when times were tough, or when he needed to clear his head. Some people found cemeteries eerie, creepy and uncomfortable. But Jax found them peaceful, and he seeked comfort sitting in front of his fathers grave. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, wincing at the pain that tore through his fist. Slowly he stood and stretched his body, already aching from sleeping on the hard ground. Jax walked slowly to the garden tap that he’d used to wash his face many times before. After freshening up Jax headed for his bike. He had left his phone at home last night and so he had no idea what the time was. As he walked to his bike he contemplated whether or not he should head home. You would be there and he knew you’d still be mad, and with every right. He knew he needed to face you, to explain himself. But he needed to freshen up first. Jax swung his leg over his bike and brought it to life. He would go to the clubhouse, freshen up in the dorms and head home. Hell he might even buy some flowers on the way. ~ “Same again?” “Please,” You smiled at the bartender. He smiled back and turned to get your drinks ready. Cassie had managed to convince you to come out with her and she had dragged you to one of the local bars. Sitting next to her, you were like chalk and cheese. She sat with her perfectly straightened hair, perfectly applied make up, tight red dress and six inch heels. And then, there was you. Ripped black jeans, combat boots, Guns ‘n’ Roses tshirt and your hair pulled into a rough high ponytail. The only make up you wore was a perfect flick of black eyeliner on your upper lid. But somehow the two of you got on like a house on fire, despite the differences in your personalities. The bartender passed you your drink and you thanked him before taking a sip. You were putting the glass back on the bar when you felt a presence next to you and you turned towards the newcomer. “Hey cherry pie.” You smirked at the blonde biker, instantly recognising him from the other day in the diner. “Hey stranger.” You purred. “Hey I’m Cassie.” Your friend interrupted. He glanced at her and smiled before introducing himself as Jax and introducing his friend, ‘Juice’. You chatted for a while, well flirted mostly, before Cassie dragged you away to dance. Almost an hour had passed and you knew they were watching when you heard a new song start. The music was familiar to you and you laughed and turned towards the bar, where a smirking Jax watched with a playful hint in his eyes. “She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise.” The song played, Warrants ‘Cherry Pie.’ Jax raised his eyebrow, challenging you. You don’t know what came over you but you flashed him a wink before stepping on a stool and climbing on top of the closest table. And from across the bar, Jax watched as you swung your hair and swayed your hips to the music. His eyes were focused on you and with each move you made, the rest of the world fell away. ~ Jax pulled into the lot and parked in his usual spot along the row of bikes. The garage was still shut and he frowned slightly. Perhaps it was earlier in the day than he had first thought. He hopped off his bike and placed his helmet on the handlebars before heading towards the clubhouse entrance. He had only taken a few steps when the doors flew open and Gemma and Chibs came running out. “Where have you been?!” Gemma demanded. Jax ran his hand through his hair as he walked closer. After the night he’d had, the last thing he needed was a lecture from his mother. “Look, mom-“ “Dont worry about it, Jackie boy. Theres been an accident.” Chibs interrupted. Jax froze and glanced between them, his face filling with concern. “Its (y/n), Jax.” His heart dropped. “Is she..?” His words fell off, unable to bring himself to finish the question. “Shes in intensive care.” Jax nodded and stepped backwards before he turned and headed for his bike. Gemma and Chibs called after him but he ignored their voices. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and no matter how hard he tried his legs couldn’t carry him any faster. His body went into auto-pilot and he yanked on his helmet, the bike roaring to life beneath him while his mind raced. Gemma and Chibs moved past him in a blur as he pulled the bike out of his spot and sped out of the lot. He didn’t bother looking for cars, didn’t bother stopping at the red lights. He didn’t bother with the speed limit as he weaved his bike in between the oncoming cars. All he knew was that you needed him. Eventually he stopped in front of the hospital and he stopped his bike and leapt off it, letting his helmet drop to the pavement beside him. Jax ran up the steps, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. The woman behind the desk glanced up as he ran through the doors. “(y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?!” ~ You always hummed when you cooked and this morning was no exception. Jax leant against the doorway, a smile on his face as he watched you work. You rummaged in the drawer for a whisk before whipping the batter in the bowl. “Whats cooking good lookin?” You turned and saw Jax watching you and laughed lightly. “Pancakes.” You smiled. He grinned and walked into the kitchen and took you by the waist. He laid his chin on your shoulder and watched you whisk the mixture. “With blueberries?” He asked. “And bacon.” You answered. “God I love you.” You laughed and moved his hands from his waist. “Sit down, it wont be long.” He obeyed and took a seat at the table. He could get used to this, waking up to you cooking in the kitchen, naked beneath his SAMCRO shirt and your hair hanging loosely. It was a sight he could never get sick of. You quickly got the breakfast together and plated before carrying it to the table. Jax let out a whistle as you placed the dish in front of him and you smiled before taking your seat. You both ate in contempt silence, enjoying each others company. After eating You cleared the table and Jax had a smoke. You were washing the dishes when you felt his hands creep around your waist once more and you leant into him. “Thank you.” He whispered in your ear. “I might have a shower,” He told you. “Why don’t you join me?” You chuckled. “Ive already showered.” Jax raised his eyebrows and dipped his hands into the sink. He cupped his hands, letting them fill with the soapy water before splashing you with it. You gasped and squealed. “Jax!” He laughed and splashed you again. Before you knew it, you were both soaked, covered in bubbles and sliding around the kitchen floor. You splashed him once more and he pulled you into his arms. “I love you.” He said. You smiled and looked into those blue eyes. “I love you too, Jax.” ~ Jax ran down the corridor and pushed through the door the lady had directed him to. When he entered the room he froze in his steps at the sight of you. Lying there, in the hospital bed. There was a bandage wrapped around your head, you had a black eye and your lips were swollen, along with multiple grazes along your cheek. Your arm was in a cast and you lay there so.. peaceful. Jax stepped closer slowly and his legs carried him to the seat next to your bed. He sunk into the seat and his eyes brimmed with tears. You needed him, and he hadn’t been there. How long had you been like this? The doctor said you were in a coma, and although you were stable he had said the damage was extensive, and there was a chance you may not pull through. Jax grabbed your hand gently and squeezed it. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes away from your face. “Im so sorry, (y/n).” He whispered. He should have followed you, he should have been there. He should have protected you. Seeing you lying here like this was killing him and you looked so.. broken. Tears ran down his cheeks and all he could do was apologise. A door opened behind him but he didn’t turn. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, praying that you would open your eyes. But you didnt. “Jax?” He turned and when he saw Tara standing at the end of the bed anger rose within him. Gently, he placed your hand back on the bed and he stood. “What are you doing here?” Tara blinked rapidly and reached for his hands but he snatched them away. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She said. “I thought you might need me.” Jax grimaced. “What I need, is for my girlfriend to open her eyes.” “Jax I-“ “Why did you come back, Tara?” He snarled. “For you, Jax. I came back for you.” Jax scoffed and shook his head but before he could reply she continued speaking. “I got my degree, Jax. I have a job,a house. I have everything Ive ever wanted. Everything except you.” “Its too late Tara. Im with Y/N now. She’s my old lady.” “I have your crow.” She argued. Jax clenched his fists and moved closer, hovering over her now. “Yeah? Well you’re not an old lady. You should have got it removed when you left.” ~ The clubhouse was quiet, and for the number of people inside it was unusual. The moment Gemma had called you you had dropped everything and headed over. You had known Jax was getting home from Stockton today, but you weren’t expecting him for another few hours and you weren’t expecting the bad news that came with him. Opie was gone. Grief hung in the air and the whole atmosphere of the clubhouse had changed. Your heart was in your throat as you moved, searching desperately around the familiar faces, searching only for one. “He’s in his dorm, lass.” You heard from behind you. You turned and saw Chibs, his head hung low and a haunting pain in his eyes. You reached up and hugged him tightly. You hadn’t seen him since he’d gone inside and you weren’t sure if it was prison or the events that had occurred that made him seem older somehow, haunted. He hugged you back, his arms embracing you and you pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go. Of course, all of them were hurting, but Jax was the only thing on your mind and you desperately needed to find him. Chibs squeezed your hand and you headed to the dorms. It was funny, how suddenly a place could feel different after something so tragic. The hallway felt so.. empty. Eerie, almost. Like it knew something, or someone was missing. Your feet carried you to Jax’s dorm and you didn’t bother knocking. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed and staring at the blank wall in front of him. He didn’t look up when you entered but you ran to him and sank to your knees beside him before pulling him into you. He didn’t need you to say anything, just you being there was enough and he began to sob uncontrollably into your chest. You stroked his hair slowly, letting his tears soak through your shirt. “He was my best friend.” Jax whispered against you, his voice broken and full of sadness. “I know baby, I know.” ~ “Jax we can make this work, we can-“ “No!” He yelled. Taras eyes widened and she stepped back from him. “How dare you come here.” He snarled. His fists clenched and he trembled with anger, both with Tara and himself. He turned away from her and stood at the end of the end of the hospital bed. His hands grasped the bed frame tightly, making his knuckles burn. Guilt ran through his veins as he looked at your broken body. After a moment of silence Tara stepped forward and Jax felt her hand lay on his shoulder. “I’m your first love, Jackson.” Jax took a deep breath and clenched his jaw before he turned back towards her. “Your right.” She smiled with relief. “You were my first love Tara. But she is my last. You are my past, and she is my future.” Tara opened her mouth, unable to find the words. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she turned abruptly and left, letting the door close behind her. Jax sighed and ran a hand over his face. God, he felt sick with guilt and he couldn’t help but blame himself for what had happened to you. He should never have let you leave, he should have chased after you. He should never had made you so mad to begin with. For a moment he considered following Tara. Not to be with her, he had meant what he said. But seeing you lay in this hospital bed had him thinking if maybe you would be better off without him. You were a good woman, with a kind heart and he knew you deserved a love that Jax wasn’t sure he could give you. He had no doubt in his mind that he loved you, with all he had left in the ashen remains of his heart. But he had always had doubts that he was good enough for you. It was because of him that you had ended up in here after all. If it hadn’t been for him you would be fine, walking around and laughing like normal. Jax walked to the edge of the bed and gently lifted your hand once more. Your skin was soft and fragile and he sighed as he held it gently in his rough hands. Maybe it was selfish of him, and maybe you deserved better. But he knew he couldn’t walk away, couldn’t let you go. You meant too much to him. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your skin softly. “Please wake up, (y/n). I need you.” ~ Jax slung his arm over your shoulder and you squeezed his waist. His lips pressed against your hair as he kissed your head and you smiled up at him once he pulled away. You had spent all day helping Gemma clean up the clubhouse after another wild party and despite having a godawful hangover it had actually been enjoyable. Cleaning wasn’t your favourite pastime but you didn’t hate it either, and you liked spending time with Gemma. She was terrifying, of course, in her usual Gemma Teller way but you both seemed to get along despite the fact you were dating her son. And she was grateful for your help. The croweaters had been there too to help but cleaning wasn’t exactly their specialty, especially when they were hung over. Finally though, the boys had returned from their club business that had kept them away for most of the day and you were happy to see Jax walk back through the doors. He led you outside for a well deserved break and you perched on the edge of the picnic table while he lit up a ciggarette. “Thankyou for helping out today babe.” Jax said after blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Anytime,” You smiled at him. “Although I’m kinda scarred after cleaning Tigs mess.” Jax chuckled before taking another drag. A car pulled into the lot and you both looked up. Wendy got out of the drivers side and waved to you both before getting Abel out of his car seat. “(Y/n)!” The little blonde yelled as soon as his feet hit the pavement. Abel ran towards you and you hopped off the table and knelt with your arms open. He ran into them and you smiled as you squeezed him tight. You lifted him and held him on your hip and Jax pressed a kiss to his sons forehead. “Can we play on the swings?” Abel asked eagerly. “I guess so.” You sighed playfully before tickling him. He giggled loudly and you smiled at Wendy once more before carrying Abel to the swing set. “He’s been asking about (y/n) all week.” Wendy said. Jax nodded, a proud smile on his face as he watched you playing with his son. “So is she your old lady yet or what?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he looked at his ex. “You gonna give me relationship advice darlin?” Wendy rolled her eyes. “She’s a good girl, Jax. She’ll make a good old lady, better than I ever was.” They both watched as you pushed Abel on the swing and his laughter echoed through the lot. “Look all I’m saying is don’t screw things up with her. She’s good for you. She’s good for him.” ~ Three days had passed without any changes. The doctors had said your condition seemed to be improving however you were still in a coma and Jax was growing more impatient with every passing day. He had spent every minute by your bedside, only leaving to freshen up, but never for more than ten minutes. The room was filled with balloons and the scent of fresh flowers, mainly from Gemma. The guilt never left him and every minute you spent in this coma Jax seemed to blame himself more. The nurses had told him to talk to you, that you could hear him. At first he had been uncomfortable, unsure of what to say to someone who couldn’t answer back. He’d started with apologies, before telling you about his plans for the club. He’d just finished telling you a story about how the guys had hid a bunch of dolls in their rooms to stop Tig from snooping when he stopped talking mid sentence. Your eyes had fluttered, he was sure of it. “Babe? Come on wake up.” You stirred, your eyes flickering open for a moment and your fingers twitched slightly. A wide smiled spread over his face and he squeezed your hand gently. Ever so slowly, the room began to focus around you. You squinted your eyes, gradually taking in your surroundings before you focused on Jax, sitting teary eyed by your bed. “You look like shit.” You told him, your voice slightly raspy. Jax laughed lightly and a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn’t doubt your words, he’d barely slept in three days. “How are you feeling?” Jax asked. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” “Il get a nurse.” “No, Jax wait. I-” “I’m so sorry, (y/n).” Jax interrupted. “I should have told you. I don’t wanna lose you, darlin. You mean everything to me and I-” “It’s okay Jax.” You told him. He stopped and looked at you, the blues of his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His face was filled with guilt and you smiled softly. “I love you, Jackson. And I trust you. It’s okay.” Jax stood and hovered over the bed. His fingers reached oh and gently room hold of your chin. He pressed his lips against yours softly, too scared of hurting you. You kissed him back and you didn’t notice the tear that escaped you and rolled down your cheek. “Marry me.” Jax whispered as he pulled his lips away. “What?!” “Marry me.” He grinned. “I love you, (y/n). Almost losing you made me realise how much I need you. I want to spend my life with you. Marry me.” You rated at him, your mouth slightly open. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes!” You both grinned at each other, your eyes damp with tears of joy and this time when he kissed you you swore you could taste the rest of your life on his lips. Minutes passed and eventually he pulled away and sat back in the chair, his hands holding yours softly. “Jax?” “Yes, mrs Teller?” You grinned. “Is Tig really that scared of dolls?”
Summary: Soulmate AU! the thing your soulmate loves shows up in your skin. Idea by @phan-cannons
A/N: Yes, I know I should write the Emma requests, but… just read this instead, it’s probably better anyway:/
You payed for your groceries, and grabbed your bags,
before heading outside. It was a cold day outside, and you wrapped your scarf
around your neck once more, before heading to your car. The wind was howling,
making your hair get in your face as you opened your car, and sat the bags,
before you got in yourself.
You let out a small sigh, before you took of your
scarf, placing it on the seat beside you. You turned your car off, and looked
out of the back, before you froze.
On a place, not far away, was a car you would be able
to recognize anywhere. You did not know what its name was, but you had spent
hours looking at the one on your left arm. It had appeared on your inner arm, a
bit under the elbow years ago. You had not been able to work probably that day,
because of the new tattoo. And now, the car was right in front of you. Or
behind you maybe.
You turned away, and shook your head. It was a car! A
car! Your soulmate wasn’t the only one who drove that car!
“Have a good day” You said with your best costumer
smile as the women turned away, and walked out of the door. You sighed, and
turned away to fill up, before you saw a guy was waiting to order, hopefully!
“What can I do for you? “you asked the guy with the
costumer voice, and he looked up at you. His eyes immediately made you want to
take a step back. They green, almost shining, intimidating, just beautiful.
“Do you have any pie? “he asked, and you nodded
slowly, not being able to answer. The only thing you thought of, was the small
piece of pie on your ankle.
“Fantastic! “he said with a smile. “I’ll take a piece
You nodded, walking away to get the man his pie. A lot
of people ordered pie, and you should really stop getting your hopes up every
time someone said the word.
saw the car yesterday… a small voice said, before you mentally hit yourself
in the head, and gave the pie to the green eyed man.
You were running down the street, the rain heavy on
your body. You opened the door to the diner, and hurried inside. People looked
at you briefly because of your sudden entrance, but quickly turned back to
their own stuff.
The diner was more crowded than usual, but it wasn’t
so bad that you couldn’t get a table. You found a free one near the window, and
sat down. You unwrapped your scarf, and ordered a coffee and a muffin when a
young girl walked over to you.
A few minutes later she sat it on your table, and you
thanked her. You took a sip of your coffee, and looked out on the rain, and the
few people who walked around there. There was a family that was hurrying into a
house, a couple under an umbrella, and a woman with a dog.
A car caught your eye, and not any car, the same you
had seen earlier the week, the one on your arm. It stopped outside the diner,
and the door opened. Out stepped the guy with the beautiful green eyes, dressed
in a suit. He seemed to be talking, but a few seconds passed before you noticed
that another guy had stepped out of the car. The first thing you noticed was
that he was tall, the second that he was also wearing a suit, and the third was
that you had seen him before.
You weren’t able to take your eyes off him, he seemed
so familiar. He seemed to feel that someone looked at him, and he turned around
to look at you through the window. You widened your eyes a bit, looking down.
Now you knew why you recognized him. You had a small picture of him on your
When you dared to look up again they were walking
towards the diner. You looked down as they entered the diner, but was forced to
look up when they sat down in front of you. Your breath got stuck in your
throat, but who could blame you? In front of you sat a guy who liked pie, drove
a car you had on your arm, and was with a guy your soulmate loved. There was a
chance, that this man, was your soulmate.
“FBI” The tall guy said, and they both held up some
badges. You bite your lip, and looked at the other guy’s arm. There, right
there, was a couple of eyes. Green eyes. His eyes, you realised after a few
seconds. You looked up, meeting the real ones. They looked at you as if the
owner could see right through you, and knew what was going on in your head.
“Miss” The tall one said, and you quickly looked at
“Y-Yes? “you asked, stumbling over your own words. He
narrowed his eyes, and you suddenly noticed your hand started shaking.
“Are you okay? “he said, suddenly seeming concerned.
You nodded, not being able to meet any of their eyes.
“Yes, it’s just… I’m nervous I guess? “you said,
looking at your coffee. It would probably get cold, but you weren’t sure you
could drink it right now.
“Don’t be, we just want to ask you some questions” He
said, and you looked at him a second, before returning to your coffee, at least
that didn’t judge you.
“It’s not that… “you said, and suddenly something
changed about the guys. The tall one took one hand away from the table, and you
were sure he grabbed a gun, the other one only narrowed his eyes, straightening
his body a bit.
“I… have a picture of you on my back” you said
quickly, looking at the tall one. He exchanged a quick glance with his partner,
before looking at you.
“I-I’m not that self-centred” he said with a small
smile, obviously trying to make it less awkward. You could feel the other guy’s
eyes on you, but you did not look at him.
“No” you said, shaking your head. “But you drive a car
I have on my arm, and then there’s the pie… “
You finally looked up at the other guy, the one with
the green eyes. His expression was shocked, before a smile spread on his face.
Somehow that made he even more beautiful, and you couldn’t help but blush under
his look and look down.
He had seen it too obviously. The connection. He knew
he was your soulmate, you could feel it, the way he looked at you. You dared
yourself to look up at him, meeting his eyes.
“So… “he said, the sweet smile still on his face. “You
really like my eyes that much? “
Warnings: language, fluff, crack (not the drug guys…)
Word count: 931
Summary: Dean tries to change the reader’s opinion on something that is very very important to him…
A/N: This fic was not planned whatsoever. I had this idea and simply had to write it down. I hope you like it!
“You can’t be serious Y/N!” Dean hollered at you.
“Dean… so what? You’re totally overreacting!” you
rolled your eyes in annoyance. The older Winchester had a tendency to be
overprotective when it came to things he loved dearly but enough was enough.
He put his hand on his hip like an offended middle
aged women with hot rollers in her hair. His eyebrows shot up as he opened his
mouth to continue on with his rant.
“Umm, I personally don’t think I’m overreacting at all.
In fact Y/N, my entire view on you just changed. I don’t get how you could ever
say something like that?! Seriously, I’ve never met someone who thinks the way
you do. I currently doubt whether or not you’re even friggin human!”
“DEAN! Just calm the fuck down! It’s just my opinion.
You can have your own. Can’t we simply agree to disagree? This is getting ridiculous…”
with open arms you took a step towards him but all he did was putting his index
finger up, signaling that he was nowhere near done.
“You. said. that. pie. tastes. gross,” Dean punctuated
every word as if doing that would make you understand why he was reacting the
way he did. Of course, you knew how much he loved pie but you simply didn’t. Why was
he making such a big deal out of it?
Hullos my friend if you don't mind can you throw this hopeless anon some mikasa/annie brotp headcanons ;v; sorry for interrupting your time •A•
*places flower crown on top of your head*
AS ROOMMATES they’d get along fairly well because both ladies are very neat and keep to themselves. If Annie goes out to the market to buy food, Mikasa cooks the food.
Both have SIMILAR TASTES in romantic partners.
When it comes to PROTECTING the people they care about, they’d go to extreme lengths to do just that. Even if it means taking a life. In this cruel world, you don’t have time to hesitate in your decision-making. You either do or die.
“My nose is gross.”
“Your nose is fine.”
Imagine if they were fighting on THE SAME SIDE. Bro. Just. The Female Titan teaming up with one of humanity’s strongest soldiers, wrecking everybody’s shit.
Mikasa’s singing voice is higher than Annie’s.
No matter how close they get, the RIVALRY is always there. You can mistake that intense stare match as hostility and challenge, but then one would start smirking and then the other mirrors them and then they start giggling darkly.
Will fight for each other’s honor.
Are often found curled up by each other when they’re tired. ( And with Mikasa, it’s either Annie, Historia, or Sasha. Sometimes it’s all of them, curled up against the SPACE HEATER that is ANNIE LEONHARDT. )