the way she's smiling at him tho

All the reasons I loved this latest Chris and Eva clip:

Brace yourselves, cause this is going to be a looong list. I’m sorry but I’m too far gone for my OTP to care about much else today.

* The way he touches her face in the beginning of the clip.

*Chris’ wide grin plus Eva’s sleepy smile. Honestly, the chemistry between those two is unreal, even in small moments like this.

*“Did you sleep well?” “Mhm.” The whole Jonas and Eva vs Eva and Chris parallel here. Jonas pretty much said that he had a nightmare in which Eva was a whore and CHRIS TOLD EVA THAT HE HAD A DREAM WHERE EVA WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND. Ugh.

*Also, the whole dream was totally made up and I have a feeling that Eva knew it. And she knows how whipped she has him and just…Eva is goals as usual.

* Wow, damn. Another one of Chris Schistad’s reaction gifs is born.

* I honestly feel like Chris is trying to remember his lines when he is talking about his “dream”. And Eva is so amused CAUSE SHE KNOWS.

* He is such a certified nerd while telling that stupid story.

* Chris’ reaction when Eva told him that his dream wasn’t real tho. He was all: “say what now?”

* Eva: “we’re never going to be together” Eva: *smiles* Chris: *tries not to look like somebody just stabbed him and fails*

* “Why not?” I can see that you’re internally crying, Chris. God, the dialogue is gold.

* The way Chris repeats Eva’s words back to her. Such a small thing but mad cute.

*Also, I have such huuuge respect for Eva. She still acknowledges that Chris was a fuckboy in the past and she smiles again when saying it, and it’s so playful, and Eva knows that Chris is in love with her but she’s still protecting her heart and is being reasonable about it all and just…where can I find an Eva?

*Also, telling a guy whose currently naked in your bed that he’s a cheating fuckboy, is NEXT LEVEL.

* The way Eva almost immediately stops kissing Chris, because someone’s calling her. She. Always. Puts. Her. Friends. First.

* When Eva answers Vilde’s call and we can actually see how hurt Chris is over the fact that Eva doesn’t want to be his girlfriend.

* Also, the way he runs his hand over his face is like saying: “damn I messed up with that fake dream I told her about oops”

* When Eva tells Vilde that she is doing nothing special, and Chris looks like he’s about to cry. That boy is so in love, I can’t put it into words.

* All the longing looks towards Eva while she’s talking on the phone!!!

* Eva: “But maybe I can call you later or something.” Queue Chris’ whole face lighting up.

* Chris: “We were talking about getting together.” Lol, smooth.

* That boy has lost all his game and just wants to be together with Eva. Who’s crying? Certainly not me.

* THE PLAYFULNESS.

* The fact that Chris isn’t pressuring her into anything but just wants them to be together but he isn’t pushy about it. I honestly don’t know where the Noorhell shippers get their ideas, when they compare Mohnstad and Noorhell.

* ANOTHER JONAS AND EVA vs CHRIS AND EVA PARALLEL.

* When Eva tried to push Chris off her bed and he didn’t budge an inch, that was a sign.

* I just love how Chris is still his old self on some level, so self-confident and just doesn’t understand why he has to hide.

* Eva being determined not to introduce Chris, so the boy gets up, wraps a sheet over himself, and is just like: “Hi. I’m Chris.”

* Your name is also Chris? ANOTHER ONE, WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE.

* I just noticed that Eva rolls her eyes when Chris is talking to her mum, oh wow. I love this girl.

* When Eva’s mum says that she wasn’t aware that Eva had a boyfriend and Chris looks like he is finally sure Eva will confirm their relationship now but she DOES NOT.

* Also, Chris was totally happy to meet her mum, you can’t tell me otherwise.

* “We’re not together.” “Not yet”

* Eva’s mum’s “you’ll figure it out” is basically the whole fandom’s reaction to this clip.

* Also, all the smiles and the banter in the end of this clip, what can I say, Mohnstad just naturally gravitate towards each other.

* Chris: “Love me.” Honestly, what kind of desperation.

In conclusion: this was the clip of dreams that I never thought I’d see.

I commissioned @oftlop​ to do this beautiful picture to go with a little missing makeout I wrote! Isn’t it radiant? ugh i can’t get over it. SO AMAZING. 


“You’d think the rebellion would send their stars not the weakest player,” Jyn muttered under her breath.

Cassian’s fist clenched in time with his jaw and his whole body felt tight. That wouldn’t normally be a problem, he was more skilled than this. 

And yet, that was the whole issue.

“I am the best the Alliance has to offer, it’s you that’s the problem,” he snapped.

“Excuse me?” Jyn asked, incredulous.

“Intelligence officers don’t generally brag, but the Captain is correct, he is the best, by the numbers, if you take into account-” Kay-Tu started but both Jyn and Cassian shushed him.

“I should have left you on Jedha.”

“To die?”

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Fanfuckingtastic: C.G**

So here’s a Carl imagine. Kinda different from my usual but eh.

Warning: Swearing, sexual content (Last minute decision) and other typical Gallagher stuff.

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I like that (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy.


It was a lovely day in a small town called Riverdale. This town was used to be one of the most boring and calm towns in all the universe. But not long ago an unexpected accident happened that caused the whole town to became suspicious of absolutely everyone they knew.


“Y/N! Wait up!’‘  A black haired boy with a grey crown like hat yelled as the girl with a floral dun dress made her way out of the Riverdale high school.

’'Juggy, hey, what’s up?” Y/N turned around to come face to face with her friend.

“Going to Pops?”

“Yeah. My shift starts in about 30 min.” She smiled.

“You’re probably the only person who is excited about going to work.” Jughead  said with his face seeming like he’s totally done with everything.

“I’m not excited about work, silly.” She smiled, elbowing him playfully. “I’m excited about people.  Do you have any idea how many different people I meet everyday, how many people i talk to, how many stories i hear everyday.” She explained looking up at the sky.

“You’re something else.”

“Huh?”

“You’re so positive, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you mad or sad..”

“Oh c'mon that’s not true, I do get mad.”

“Lecturing a  drunk on what feminism is after he told you he used to date an 'ugly feminazi bitch’ doesn’t count.”

“It very much does.” She fake glared at him before adding, “Besides we have you and your angst, we don’t need mine as well.”

“Sure, but i can’t help it, ism w-”

“You’re weird, you’re not like us, you’re not the perfect next door kid. I know.” She cut him off before bursting in to laughter when she saw his annoyed expression.  “I’m sorry buddy, you know i love you.” She added hooking her arm trough his as they continued walking.

“I know, but it would feel a lot more special if you wouldn’t act like you’re in love with absolutely every creature on this planet.” He said sarcastically before smiling down at her. “But yeah i love you too.”

“That’s totally not true, i don’t want snakes anywhere near me.”


“Here you go, one black coffee and a chocolate muffin.” Y/N said with a smile on her face as she gave a man in his late 20’s, his  order. “If i can get you anything else let me know.”

“Actually there is something else.” The man said clearly checking her out.

“Sure, what can i do for you?” She said, with a smile still on her face, trying to ignore the fact that she felt like a prey, being surrounded by a lion.

“You can let me do you.”

“Excuse me?” She tried to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, hoping he meant something else.

“I’m just kidding.” He said causing Y/N let out a sigh of relief. “But you can give me your number.”

“Sorry i  actually like to separate work and pleasure.” She tried to reject him in a nice way.

“But how can you say no to all the pleasure i would be able to give you?”

“Also, I’m saving myself for Jesus, sorry.” This was probably Y/N’s favorite lie to use, and being an atheist she thought it was just so funny how many times this line has worked and made the guys stop annoying her.

“Don’t worry you’ll be screaming 'Jesus’ all night.”

“Ha-ha” She faked a dry laugh before turning around and started cleaning the tables next to his desk.

“C'mon cutie pie don’t be that up tigh-” The guy was cut off by a deep voice coming from behind Y/N.

“She is not interested! Say one more word and i will rip your head off your shoulders.” The mysterious dark figure behind the girl said, making the guy shut up and look down at his phone in shame.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered as she released that the man in his late 40’s that saved her from the creepy frat boy, seemed very familiar.

“Anytime.” He said shortly before taking a seat on one of the bar stools.

“Can i get you anything, on the house.” She said with a  smile on her face as she  made her way behind the bar again.

“Sure, a beer.”

“Coming right up.” She smiled before getting the beer and giving it to him. “Here you go. And thank you again, Mr. …”

“Jones.” He said looking up at her with those warm brown eyes. “But everyone calls me FP.”

“Nice to meet you, FP. I’m Y/N.” She said offering him her hand which he took and shook. His hands were big, his skin rough bellow her small and soft ones. “Jones? Any relation to Jughead?”

“Yeah that’s my kid, you know him?”

“He’s one of my best friends.” The girl smiled. “He’s a strange but good kid.”

That made the older man laugh, it was a nice sound. He had black hair with some grey hairs here and there, making him even more handsome, and his eyes, oh his eyes were do warm and inviting, even tho his whole persona was  very dark and uninviting.

“Strange is an understatement.” He agreed making the girl laugh.

“Very true.” She nodded, pouring herself beer as well. It was getting late and the pop’s was basically empty except the frat boy from before who was just making his way out.

“Wait, how do you know him, you have to be at least in your early, maybe mid 20’s” He said taking another drink of his bear.

“I’m 19, I’m a senior at your sons school” The girl told him as she took a sip of her beer.

“You look older.” He observed and raised an eyebrow at her beer.

“Well i guess it’s the experience that matures you, not your age.” She said nodding in the direction of where the frat boy used to sit. “And this,” She continued, lifting her beer, “I’m European, I’m basically already an adult in every way.” She said winking at him.

“If you say so.” He let out a laugh again. “Europe, i knew your accent can’t be American?”

“Yep my mum and i moved here when i was 16 after she divorced my dad, he was kind of an asshole, also probably the reason i have daddy issues.” She said.

“Daddy issues, huh?” He said raising an eyebrow as he shifted closer to the girl.

“You should beware, you’re right at the daddy age.” She winked before letting out a laugh.

“Well then.” He sent a smirk her way, making a soft blush creep on her cheeks.


It was nice, besides the fact that there was a huge age gap between then they got along, they both had the same seance of humor and were able to talk about nothing and everything, as cliche as it sounded.


“Y/N, sorry I’m late, I’ll own you one.” Hermione said stumbling trough the door.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I didn’t even realize what’s the time.” Y/N said straightening up and looking at the clock, it was just a bit over 4am, she was supposed to end her shift at 3am but she ended up sitting next to FP on one of the bar stools and talking since there were almost no other costumers at night.

“Give me a sec I’ll just put away my stuff and take over.” Hermione said walking in to the closet area behind the bar.

“Sure.” The younger girl said as she stood up from the stool.

“How are you going home?” FP asked garbing his jacket from the stood on the other side of him.

“I’m walking home, pretty much just to shower since i clearly don’t have time to sleep before i have to get to school”

“I’ll drive you.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s the least i can do.” He said, genuinely feeling happy without being  drunk

“Alright, I’ll just grab my things.”


“Thank you again, Y/N” Hermione hugged her before she made her way out of the restaurant where FP was already waiting on her.

“Ready to go?” He asked offering her his elbow trough which she hooked her hand as they walked towards his truck.

“Thank you again, for standing up for me.” She said as they made it to his car, where he opened the door for her. 

“It was my pleasure.”  He said before closing the door behind her and Walking over to his side, and starting the car. 

“You should come by more often.” She smiled as he started the car. 

“Now that i know a girl like you works there, i most defenetly  will.” He said, sending her a quick smirk before looking back on the road. 

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Jones?” She asked scooting herself closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder. 

“Have been for the last couple of hours. Thank you for noticing.” He said with a chuckle and in that moment she knew exactly where Jughead got his sarcasm and snaky commentary from. 

“Oh I’ve noticed.” She said before being interrupted by her own yawn. She gently wrapped her arms around his arm, which he was now resting on her thigh as they drove. 


“We’re here.” FP said as he Parked his car at the address the girl told him was her home. 

“Mhm” was all she said before cuddling in to him even more. She was already half asleep. 

“Come here.” The man let out a chuckle before picking the girl up in his arms and caring her out of the car bridal style. 

“Wat arr you doin’?” She said Partially Waking up. 

“Getting you home safely.” He said just as they reached the top step if her porch where he gently set her back in her knees. “Will you be able to make it the rest of the way?” He said a smile on his face.

“Mhm, I’m a big girl, remember?” She said searching for her Keys in her purse. “Got 'em” she smiled pointing the Keys in the air. 

“Good job baby girl.” He said clearly amused by her sleepy attempt to get in to her own home, the fact that she drank a couple of beers probably didn’t help. 

“I like that.” She smiled up at him, enchanted by the new nickname. 

FP raised an eyebrow at the girl as she stumbled closer to him. 

“Thanks.” She said before stepping on her tips toes and pressed sing a soft but quick kiss on his lips. 

FP didn’t have time to react as she already turned around and walked trough her door. 

“I like that.” He said to himself before Walking back to his car with a proud smirk playing on his lips. 





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Sleeping habits!
  • LANCE:
  • •Has a tendency to stay close to himself and others. He likes the warmth other people can provide.
  • •He can't and wont ever get cramped. He's used to being in a small sleeping space because him and his siblings used to share a bed.
  • •He tends to moan and groan in his sleep. Sleep talking-ish? It's really unintelligible. Like a zombie.
  • •Sleeps on his back with his legs crossed after his self-care nights so he doesn't ruin the face mask and he doesn't sweat as much.
  • •When he's super tired he'll sleep on his stomach and cross his arms and kinda cuddle himself.
  • •He has a baby toy under his pillow.
  • KEITH:
  • •He'll moan and turn and do some goddamn acrobatics in his sleep.
  • •When he gets close to people he'll unconsciously think about them constantly, and so he'll scoot closer to them or try and grasp for them in his sleep, even if they're not there.
  • •When he feels threatened he'll sometimes reach for the knife under his pillow.
  • •It'll take a while to get this close to him, but he ABSOLUTELY loves having his back scratched. It can't be really delicate or he won't feel it though.
  • HUNK:
  • •He has sleep apnea, so he moans and groans and "snores" through his mouth.
  • •He says that he loves to cuddle but he's self-conscious of his breathing so he doesn't cuddle with someone until he's sure they don't care about how heavily he'll breathe.
  • •He'll grasp and move in his sleep.
  • •He has a tendency to wake up during the night too. But he's a pretty heavy sleeper.
  • PIDGE:
  • •She sleeps sitting up. Usually.
  • •She'll sleep on her stomach, on the floor to try and straighten her back out sometimes. The floor's just more natural for her.
  • •She likes to pop her neck a lot??
  • •She always looks like she isn't breathing when she sleeps. She is tho. I promise.
  • •Smiles and giggles in her sleep because of fond memories of her brother and dad.
  • •Has nightmares about getting reunited and then losing them to Zarkon again.
  • SHIRO:
  • •He's a heavy-ish sleeper.
  • •Since his recent conflict with Zarkon, he's having frequent nightmares, and loud noise will wake him up instantly ready to fight. Or he'll wake up shaking.
  • •When he trains super hard, there's almost no way to get him up. But loud, sudden noises will still do the trick.
  • •Sometimes he'll have weirdly pleasant dreams. It's easy to tell because he'll wake up smily and content.
Nothin’ Else Matters

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2938

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Notes: This was a request and I loved writing it ^^ It was a really cute idea so thank you, sugar! I hope you like it! Xox

Ask: @aquivercactus :Hey, hun.. I see requests are open. 🤗🤗 Would you consider writing some Daryl x reader fic where she is a looot younger than him. She’s in love with him, and he likes her even tho he don’t want to.. but eventualy he caves, and they end up together. (Fluff smut) Thanks 💖


“That doesn’t go there,” you said absent-mindedly, your gaze focused on the comic Carl had leant you as you chewed on cherry twizzlers.

Tara paused and threw a glance at Denise, who bit back a smile and held her hands up in a way that told her girlfriend she wasn’t getting involved.

“Maybe if you helped instead of sitting on your ass like a lazy kid…” Tara scathed, throwing the bottle of tablets back into the box.

“I ain’t a kid!” You retorted angrily; if there was one thing she knew would get a rise out of you, it was calling you that. “Just ‘cause I’m eighteen doesn’t mean I’m any less adult than the rest of you.”

“You’re sat there reading a comic and eating twizzlers, Y/N… super adult…” Denise smirked, making Tara chuckle.

You opened your mouth to respond when the infirmary door was pushed open, Daryl entering and your cheeks flushing instantly. His muscles flexed deliciously as he lifted the box in Denise’s direction, letting her see the medical supplies he’d found her. He was hot and glistening with sweat from the run and you were finding it hard to focus.

“Thanks,” she smiled brightly, taking the box from him. “This is perfect. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to get…”

“Nah,” the archer assured her, glancing over at you through his hair, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Your eyes flew to the floor and you grinned bashfully.

“I got you somethin’,” he said quietly, your eyes finding his gorgeous sapphire ones, curious.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an unopened pack of cherry twizzlers and passed them to you silently. Denise and Tara giggled, making Daryl blush scarlet as he closed the door behind him quickly as he exited.

The women laughed loudly and you tossed the pack of twizzlers at them, giggling like a school girl as you covered your face with your hands, your heart pounding.



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Beautiful- Steve Rogers x Reader

Request//Anon: Could I please request a story? Steve Rogers x reader where reader doesn’t think of herself pretty/attractive but finds Steve’s sketch book that is filled with beautiful drawing of her (not in a creepy way tho) and she cries because of them and Steve finds her and just fluff like so much fluff

A/N: Remember to always be confident guys, rock what you’ve got because all of you are fucking gorgeous human beings! Xx :)

“Hey you almost ready hon?” Steve called from the hallway outside your room. 

“Yeah um, just give me a sec,” you yelled back, catching a glimpse of him in the hall, adjusting his tie in the mirror, as you passed by your doorway. You smiled to yourself as you turned towards your mirror, an expression that quickly fell away when faced with your reflection. You were in a simple modest black dress, nothing too fancy, but still nice, yet you still were plagued with a sinking feeling that it somehow didn’t look right on you. You tried pulling it down a bit, then up, but nothing helped, it just didn’t look quite good enough. 

You smoothed down the bottom and did a half turn to look at the back. You remembered buying it, loving the way it flowed and swirled around your legs when you spun, but now you found your self hating how it looked. You rubbed your eyes, you just wanted this night to be perfect, Steve had picked out a nice restaurant and you were looking forward to a night out, just the two of you.

You didn’t really have any other outfit choices, so despite the sudden dip in your confidence you just decided it was best to grab your purse and go, you didn’t want to miss the reservation after all, and standing in front of this mirror wasn’t making you feel any better.

You walked hurriedly towards your nightstand, quickly grabbing your small black bag, but as you spun on your heel to go, you realized you’d accidentally knocked Steve’s sketch book onto the floor. You bent swiftly to pick it up, but paused once it was in your hands. The rough leather bound journal had fallen open to a random page that just so happened to feature a sketch of you, and a beautiful one at that. It was drawn with such detail, such precision, alternating soft and dark lines, forming a picture of you, a carefree, happy expression on your face. 

You walked backwards, still staring at the sketch, until you felt the bed hit the back of your knees and then you sat. Almost with caution, you turned to the next page of the book, and there you were again. Smiling, with messy hair, depicted by an assortment of tangled and overlapping lines. You raised your hand to cover your mouth has you turned the page again, finding another picture of you, skipping coffee by the window, then reading, smiling, all so beautiful, so well done, so unique. 

The tears came before you should stop them, falling over your cheeks as a small smile painted your lips. You’d never felt more loved in that moment. You forgot about the mirror, which tormented you so often and instead saw yourself through the beauty in which Steve drew you. The imperfect details which made up a delicate, radiant whole.

“Hey is everything alright?” Steve had knocked softly on your door then peeked his head around the corner. “Wow,” he breathed, taking in your dress, and carefully curled hair. “You look incred-” he stopped mid-sentence quickly taking in the tears which had stained your cheeks, “(Y/N), what happened? Are you alright?” He was at your side in an instant slipping his hand over yours, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Yeah-I just-” you nodded towards the sketch book lying open in your lap.

“Oh, I-” he suddenly looked nervous, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, you couldn’t help but smile at his concerned expression, “I just couldn’t help but sketch you, your just always glowing  and beautiful and your smile it’s just so, so-” it was your turn to interrupt him now, silencing his nervous rambles with a soft kiss.

You pulled back slowly, your eyes still closed, your face an inch away from his. “Thank you,” you whispered faintly, “thank you so much, you don’t know how much I needed this.”

“Well I’m just glad you didn’t think they were creepy,” Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, another tear, of happiness, sliding down your cheek. He gently slid his hands through your hair in either side of your face, and kissed the top of head lightly. 

“I’m sorry I made us miss our reservation,” you said looking up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can order in some deliciously greasy food, and change into some extra comfy clothes,” he slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, resting his chin on your head, “how does that sound?”

“Amazing,” you smiled, turing in his arms to face him and reaching up to kiss him again, “that sounds amazing,” you sighed. 

I missed that smile …

Kai Parker x Reader

 (593 words , drabble)

(Reader breaks up with her boyfriend and Kai is there for her , in a way she didn’t expect…)

*not my gif

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Y/N sat on her couch , a light blanket covering her knees. A box of chocolates was sitting on the small table nearby. She reached for them but someone snatched them away from her.
“Nah - uh. You are cut off.” a male voice said.
“Give them back ! I need them !” she pleaded. It has been only a few days , she had stopped crying even tho her eyes still hurt. Y/N tried to snatch the box from his hands but he was way too fast for her.
Kai put the chocolates out of Y/N’s reach and sat on the other end of the couch , pulling the blanket so it covered his knees too. Y/N was pouting. A small smile showed up on his face before he spoke.
“Look , I know your boyfriend broke up with you … but eating a ton of chocolate is not going to make the pain go away.” Y/N stared at him for a few moments trying to decide what to say and in the end she just sighed. She had to admit it - he was right .. and all the chocolates did was made her feel sticky.
“Fine. Keep the chocolates.” Y/N said as she got up and went to the small cupboard at the other end of the room , opened it and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “That will have to do then.” she muttered to herself. A blink of an eye later Kai was standing next to her , the bottle in his hand.  He chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly. Y/N let out a frustrated scream.
“Malachai Parker … ” she started “… what part of ‘I am in pain’ don’t you understand?!”  she said walking back to the couch. Sometimes Kai was really getting on her nerves. Emotions were new to him but still , why couldn’t he grasp the concept that she was just trying to shut down the pain , drown it somehow. He had offered to compell the pain away but she had said no. It didn’t seem fair to her.
“I don’t want an easy way out…” Y/N had told him.

Kai returned the bottle where it belonged and caught up with her in a split second using his vampire speed. He grabbed her hand and made her hurt around.
“I have an idea …” he said wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer.  "… about something that might take your mind off of this.“ A mischievous smile on his face. 
”What do yo- “ she started to say but never got the chance to finish.
Y/N was so startled at first , she couldn’t register what was happening. Kai had leaned in and kissed her. She pulled back confused and a little shocked. Locking eyes with his she felt happiness flow through her for the first time in days ,only somehow magnified. Kai started saying something but he barely managed to being opening his mouth when she kissed him. He slowly backed her to the couch , climbing on top of her never breaking the kiss. Y/N pulled his body closer to hers. It felt as if electricity was coursing through her veins and she wanted more. She wanted this moment never to end. Far too soon for Y/N’s liking ,  Kai pulled away. He was smiling and Y/N was smiling too.
“There it is!” he said grinning. “I missed that smile !”
“Shhh…” Y/N shushed him “Just kiss me again.” she whispered smiling , pulling him closer again.


NOTE :  This is my first drabble / super short story , hope you guys like it ! :)

I only came for the dancing

Inspired by a day-in-the-fic-life of the lovelies @mahstatins and @katie-dubHuge thanks to @swanandapirate for beta-ing <3

Summary: It’s Robin and Regina’s wedding; Killian is late, Emma’s not happy and Henry likes cake. Enjoy! 

Word count: 2k 

There were a lot of advantages, Emma would argue, to being Regina Mills’ friend.

The lavish dinner parties with the expensive champagne notwithstanding, Emma had come to admire Regina for her determination; building her own empire in a male-dominated world.

Though admittedly, “friend” was a term Emma used in the loosest sense. The two women couldn’t be more different, though they both had a stubborn streak that could rival the best of them.

And then, there was Henry. The main force keeping the Mills and Swan women in each other’s lives but Emma had to admit, there was a sense of comradeship which had developed from a mutual fondness for Henry.

It still didn’t explain why Regina had given Emma the enviable task of bridesmaid.

And that was something none of them saw coming. Regina Mills marrying Robin Locksley, the person she’d swore up and down she wouldn’t be within spitting distance of.

C'est la vie, no?

Robin had proposed, Regina accepted and Emma found herself thrown head first into wedding planning. Seven months, a whirlwind of white dresses, cake tasting, flower arrangements, the hen-do from hell and Emma was ready to fling herself off the window ledge, stiletto heels and all.

Not to toot her own horn, but she had the wedding planned to a T, thank you very much. Regina would’ve had her head otherwise. (There was that one incident with a broken ankle and a missed dress-fitting that no-one wanted a repeat of.)

No, that wasn’t the reason why Emma felt like pulling her hair out.

It was more to do with the fact that tall, dark and absent hadn’t graced the congregation with his presence, leaving Emma floundering last minute and cursing Killian Jones to the moon and back.

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Dogs are much more cute (Juice-Sons of Anarchy)

Requested by the lovely @paintballkid711 :Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where juice falls for a complete tomboy who happens to be happy’s younger sister? And that she’s never had a boyfriend because of who her brother is? But happy is actually ok with it in the end? Maybe fluff and smut? Ps I love your writing!

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Happy walked out of the club house finding his little sister working on one of the cars that some rich lady brought in a couple of hours ago. He smiled to himself, thinking of all the amazing memories he and his sister shared. They were not that alike, except for the fact that they both loved speed and they both adored working on cars or bikes. 

She was very tomboy-ish. She loved to wear caps or beanies and usually had her hair in a pony tail so it didn’t get in her face while working. 

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“Hey.” A guy, around her age walked up to her just as she got from under the car she was currently working on.

“Hey, Michael.” She greeted the guy she used to go to school with. “What’s up?” She smiled as he offered her his hand, which she took and he pulled her up. 

“Nothing much, heard you were back in town so i wanted to come say hi.” He said as the two hugged. It was one of the, so called, bro hugs, where two people bump shoulders and pat each other on the back if they’re feeling especially affectionate. 

“Ah yeah, I went to a wedding.”

“No shit,” The guy raised his eyebrow in disbelief, “Don’t tell me you wore a dress.’‘ 

’'Yep, it’s apparently mandatory when you’re one of the braids maids.” She rolled her eyes, fixing her trucker cap. 

“Dude, I would pay good money to see you in a dress.” He said looking her up and down, his hand on her shoulder. She was wearing jean overalls and a white t shirt that was covered in smudges from the car oils and god knows what else. 

“Dude, Never gonna happen!” She said in the same tone.

“Can I help you?” Happy walked up to the two, his face dark and serious.

“C'mon Hap, we’re just talking.” Y/N sighed, knowing exactly what’s gonna happen. He was always so protective. Needless to say that she never had a boyfriend because no she had ever gone out with had enough guts to face her brother, so her relationships usually consisted of one date and never speaking to that person ever again after happy had one of his thought with him.

“Talk without touching.” Happy said shortly before flicking the guys hand off his sister’s shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, man, she’s not my type.” Mitchel lifted his hands in his defense. 

“Excuse me?” Happy took a step forward, ready to punch the guy’s face in.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” Mitchel almost stuttered. “I’m in to guys.’' 

’'Good.” Happy said backing away before wrapping his arm around his sister. “You can keep him, I like him.” He said to his sister making her laugh and walked away. 

“Your brother is intense.’' 

’'Yeah, but you are the first guy he actually told me to keep, so, congrats dude.” She said making them both laugh.  ’'Hey, you up for a beer? I need a break.“

’'Sure.” He nodded and the duo walked over to the picnic table. 

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Juice rode in to the MT, just as Y/N and some guy sat down at the picnic table. “Who’s he?” He asked one of the new prospects as he parked his bike next to the others. 

“That’s Michael, Y/N’s friend.” Rat replied.

“Friend?” Juice couldn’t help the bitter taste of jealousy that he tasted when he saw the two laughing. He has had a thing for Happy’s sister for a while. She was something else. She almost never wore make up, but she looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to him. She wasn’t really the type of girl he would usually go for. She was hot, there’s no denying that and soon the two became friends. They shared so many interests and he could talk to her for hours and not get tired. 

“Yeah.” Rat nodded. “I think he was checking out Jax before, tho.”

“Good.” Juice smirked to himself, knowing there’s nothing to worry about. He walked towards the club house but decided to take the long way so he will be able to pass Y/N on the way. “Hey.’' 

’'Juice, hey!” Y/N smiled looking up from her friend to see Juice, the boy she had a crush on since forever.  ’'Juice this is Michael, Michael this is Juice.“

’'Nice to meet you… Juice.” Michael said a bit confused about the nickname. 

“You too.” Juice said not really talking his eyes off off Y/N. “Are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll come by your room at 7.” She smiled taking off her hat. 

“See ya.’' 

’'Bye.” Y/N smiled before Michael grabbed her hand.

“You didn’t tell me you were banging the juicy Latino!!”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “No! We’re just friends. We are gonna watch the world cup later.” She shook her head. “And for fucks sake please never say the sentence 'banging the juicy Latino’ ever again.”

“But you like him, right?” He ignored everything she just said.

“Maybe.’'She shrugged, trying to play it cool. His eyes bore holes in her act. ’'Okay.. definitely.’' 

’'You two would look cute together.’' 

’'Shut up!” She slapped his shoulder making them both laugh. 

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It was 6:50 PM when Y/N walked down the hallway leading to the sons’s Dorms. She was freshly showered, her hair in it’s natural wavy state gathered on one side of her head. She wore some ripped jeans, white tank top and a red and black plaid shirt. 

She took a deep breath before knocking on Juices door. 

“Yeah.” A familiar vice came from the other end of the door and she entered. 

“Hey, everything ready?” She asked with a smile before looking around his  room. It was so tidy and clean that she felt right at home. She was always on Happy’s case about cleaning a bit more. 

“Mhm.” He smiled grabbing a bowl of popcorn and sitting down on his bed. 

She kicked off her shoes and joined him on the bed, looking up at the tv in front of them. The match hasn’t started yet. 

“Had fun with your friend?” He asked throwing a popcorn in to his mouth.

“Yeah.” She nodded taking a hand full of popcorn and eating one of them.  ’'He thinks you’re a Bangable juicy Latino.“ She winked at him. 

’'Is that so?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Is it true tho?’' 

’'Huh?”

“Am I a bangable juicy Latino?” He said making her look at him with surprise. They have been friends for a while now, but they never been flirty. 

“Well, Juan, You are pretty bangable, but i will never ever again refer to you as juicy.” She shook her head, not being able to hide her smile. 

“That’s good to hear.” He said before laughing. “That would be the preferred version, yeah.’' 

’'Nice to know we are on the same page.” She laughed, facing him not the tv. 

“Are we tho?’' 

’'What are you talking about?’' 

’'Y/N…I..” Juice didn’t know what to say or where to even start. He has wanted to tell her that he liked her so many times. But  now, when he finally got the chanse, he had no idea how to go about it. “Fuck it.” He cupped her face and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. 

It took her a second to realise what was happening. She didn’t kiss back and he pulled away after realising she is not reacting the way he hoped for. 

“I.. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He let go of her. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Juan-’' 

’'No, no, I’m sorry. Can we just pretend this never happened?” She could see anxiety all over his face. His body was tensed up, his forehead wrinkled, blood pumping trough his veins.

“Juan!” She raised her voice, making him look at her. “Shut up!” She said with a smile before leaning in and kissing the man in front of her. This time it took him a second to react but once he figured out what was happening he grabbed her hips as her hands fund their place around his neck. She crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. 

“Really?” He asked with a smile, not sure if this is happening or if he is dreaming. 

“Really.” She nodded with a giggle before kissing him again as he wrapped his arms around her, bring her closer to him. 

“Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?” Juice smiled, with everything going on with the club this was by far the highlight of his week, hell, it was the highlight of his year. 

“Dude, I don’t know.” She  shook her head, taking a second to just look at him. Really look at him. His brown eyes sparkled and his smile, oh his smile…

“Hey, is Y/N here-” Happy walked in to Juice’s room without  knocking and stopped in his stacks when he saw them. His sister was on top of Juice, who’s hands were on her ass, they were pretty close, as if they were kissing a second before. “Y/N!” Happy did his best to keep his voice calm. “Get. Off. Him.’' 

’'Hap, wait, don’t do this!” She tried to calm him down as she got up from the bed. 

“Happy, I… It’s not what you think..” Juice tried to explain but before he knew it Happy was in front of him, punching his face.

“Happy!!” Y/N yelled, not sure what to do as the men found themselves on the floor, throwing punches at one another. “Juan!!’' 

She let out a sight as not one nor the listened to her. ’'Fine, kill each other then.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. 

“What the hell was that about?” Gemma as Y/N walked in to the bar and sat down next to her.

“Long story short. Happy walked in on me and Juice making out.’' 

’'Ah..” Gemma nodded, giving her a glass of whiskey. It was nothing new for the sons to fight. 

“Yeah.” The  girl shook her head taking a sip of  her drink. 

“Oh the other hand. I wont a bet thank to you.’' 

’'What?’' 

’'Me and Unser might or might not made a bet on when you and Juice will get together.” Gemma shrugged. 

“What?!”

“Don’t act so surprised. Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other.’' 

’'Seriously?” Y/N asked before laughing at the way Gemma looked at her as if to say 'Are you really surprised?’

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About 15 minutes later Juice and Happy walked out, both bloody. “Took you long enough.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she saw her brother and the guy who she was kissing minutes before make their way to her. 

“You can keep him too.” Happy said as they reached her. 

“Seriously?” The girl couldn’t help but be surprised. 

“You do know i’m not a dog, right?” Juice said walking up to her before wrapping his arm around her.

“I know, Dogs are much more cute.” Happy told him and walked away making his sister laugh.

“That’s debatable.” Y/N said before kissing Juice.

“I will ignore the fact that you’re comparing me to a dog if you kiss me again.”



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I’m sorry there is not much fluff and no smut. today was a weird day for writing, dunno, probably a writers block. But i might write a part two with smut an all that fun stuff. 

OMG THIS SCENEEEE WAS BASICALLY ONE BIG NEON SIGN THAT WAS LIKE KILLIAN JONES LOVES EMMA SWAN

OMG THIS MOMENT. Killian Jones and Emma Swan, presidents of the PLEASE JUST FUCKING ASK BEFORE YOU KIDNAP ME CLUB.

AND UGH EVERY TIme HE SAYS “WOMAN I LOVE” I DIE A LITTLE INSIDE. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH KILLIAN JONES WANTS FUCKING EVERYONE EVER TO KNOW THAT HE’S IN LOVE WITH EMMA SWAN?

THIS FACE OF SKEPTICISM THO

IT HURTS ME BECAUSE IT HURTS HIM BECAUSE HE REMEMBERS WHO HE USED TO BE BECAUSE IF THIS WAS THE PAST, HE WOULDN’T HAVE BELIEVED HIMSELF EITHER.

HE’S JUST SO DONE LIKE HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE WAR OR THE DARKNESS OR WHATEVER. I MEAN, NOT THE MOST HEROIC SENTIMENT I SUPPOSE BUT FUCK IF I DIDN’T SWOON ABOUT HIS SINGLE MINDED DETERMINATION TO GET BACK TO EMMA SWAN AND SAVE HER, WORLD BE DAMNED.

lol this is the epitome of the I JUST WANNA GO HOME emotion.

BUT WHEN SHE SAYS THE SAVIOUR, HE’S LIKE FUCK. THAT’S MY EMMA. OMG.

AND THE SKEPTICISM CONTINUES. ALSO SHE’S GORGEOUS. BUT YES.

THE RING. IS FOR HER. OMG. KILLIAN JONES REALLY WANTS PEOPLE TO KNOW HOW MUCH HE LOVES EMMA SWAN.

THAT SMILE THO. ALSO, SHE IMMEDIATELY BELIEVES HIM BECAUSE OFC CAPTAIN HOOK WOULDN’T BE CARRYING AROUND A RING, LET ALONE SHOWING IT TO HER AND TELLING HER HE LOVES EMMA SWAN LIKE–

AND THIS FUCKING MOMENT. THIS FUCKING CONFIDENT, SMUG ASSHOLE SAYING IS THAT ALL? TWENTY? THAT’S IT?

STANDING IN MY WAY TO GET TO EMMA SWAN?

THAT’S ALL?

AND TIGER LILY IS ME IN THIS MOMENT. IN AWE AND KIND OF WANTING TO APPLAUD.

BECAUSE NO ONE STANDS A CHANCE AND HE IS GETTING HOME TO HIS TRUE LOVE. BECAUSE NOTHING AND NO ONE WILL STOP HIM.

THE WORLD BE DAMNED.

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Movie Affair

Chapter VIII

Current obsession; Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Summary: Life as a young actress was hard, but when you get a part in a promising movie and reunite with the man you’ve fantasized about since you were 15 things get harder. At first it’s like every dream you ever had is coming true. But reality pulls you down from cloud nine as you start to fall for the one guy you weren’t supposed to.

WARNINGS: Language, spoilers of the movie Anna Karenina,

A/N: I’m taking WAY too long between chapters and I’m sorry. I’VE HAD IDEAS BUT WHEN I TRY TO WRITE THEM THEY JUST GO POFF. But I won’t abandon it so no worries, I know this is shit but I was desperate to post something for the readers.

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I groan as soon as I’m awake, cursing the damn headache that had started to take over. With a sigh I bury my face on the soft pillow, taking my time to take in the events of the previous night. A smile making it’s way to my lips when I think of Aaron. I couldn’t believe I’d finally gotten what I wanted.

In fact I got even more than what I wanted. Shower sex,wich was a-mazing, plus, I got another round.

With a smirk on my face I roll to the other side of bed, Aaron’s body coming to view. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned the other way. All I could see was his messy curls and the part of his back that wasn’t covered by the sheets. And let me say, back muscles were HOT. They tensed and relaxed according to his breathing, the kind of thing one would like to see every damn morning.

Still smiling I sit up and kick my feet off the bed. Thinking how sexy it would be if I put on his shirt… But immediately throwing that thought away when I remembered it laid somewhere in the bathroom completely soaked.

I get off the bed and walk to my suitcase. Grabbing something to put on and then head to the bathroom quietly. Expecting to find that my face was a disaster, since I hadn’t removed my makeup from last night.

But huh, it’s been worst. Most of it was gone after yesterday’s shower, it was the eye makeup that was all smudged. So I washed my face -removing it- and brushed my teeth, putting my hair up in messy bun after.

That’s when, a train of thoughts hit me. Throwing my mood up from a 90 down to crap.

What if Aaron regretted last night? What if it wasn’t as great for him as it was for me? Would this totally ruin our friendship? What about his girlfriend? ….

I took a step back, taking a hand to my forehead. Oh my God his girlfriend! He had a fucking girlfriend! “I wanna throw up” I say to myself and cover my eyes. “I’m so gonna burn in hell…” I whisper taking a deep breath.

Looking over at the bed I think “He wouldn’t have slept with me if he still had a girl right? I mean… C'mon would he? Little cinnamon roll that he was? Cheating? Nah, I didn’t think so”.

With that thought in mind I calmed down a little, but still… I was most definitely going to ask him later.

I walk out of the bathroom in a pair of pijama shorts and a tank top, climbing back in the bed. I tried to simply lay there on my phone, but I ended up sitting up and looking at Aaron’s sleepy figure.

First I ran my hand through his curls, and then I tentatively trailed it down to his back. Tracing his muscles with my fingers softly. I felt his breathing quicken a bit and he shrugged, making me pull my hand away. Shit, he was awake now. Fuck.

He slowly lifted his head, taking in the suite. His eyes caught the bra on the floor and he kicked an eyebrow up. A small smirk on the edge of his lips. He then turned his head to me and I smiled sweetly. “Morning” I said, chuckling when he dropped his head on the pillow again, closing his eyes and mouthing the words “Morning” back.

“Keep doing that” he asked sleepily. I chuckled again, taking my hand to his back and continuing to trace his muscles with my fingers. A smile taking over his lips as I did so. “Feels nice”

In my head, I was trying to decide wether to say something or not. And also, what to say if I were to say something. I didn’t want to sound like one of those girls that after a one night stand pretended to start a relationship. But I didn’t want to seem too indifferent either. So I just opened my mouth and expected the worst.

“Are you due on set today?” I ask and he seems to think for a second. I didn’t do that bad…

“I have no fucking clue” he laughs and I snort. I lean down to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I am, but at night anyway, so I could really go for breakfast right about now” I say carefully and watch his reaction. He sighs and opens one eye to look up at me.

“Or, we could get room service…” he proposes and lifts himself with his arms. “Put up a movie…” he turns to me, resting his weight on one arm.

“Watch it..” he smirks and shruggs “Or not…” I chuckle and with that he moves closer to me and hugs my waist, laying down again. He rests his head on my thigh and snuggles agaisnt me.

“We could do that too” I agree moving my hand to his hair and massaging his head. Aaron groans in pleasure and holds me tighter, burying his nose on my stomach rolls. Earning a giggle from me as it tickled.

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“I don’t understand!” I yell in frustration “I don’t know why I let you choose this movie” I angrily point at the tv while Aaron laughs at my reaction. “THIS SUCKS!” My eyes go wide and I throw a fry at his face.

“Hey! it’s still my movie ok? don’t insult it.” he complains eating the fry.

“Your acting was good” I say staring at the credits “And Keira’s too, I mean..She’s great! But the plot and the way it all just… UGH" I grab my face chuckling with exasperation “It sucked alright? I need to know more, like, like… what happened with him? for example. They don’t explain that!” Aaron simply laughs at me and my face turns into a frown.

“Well, I can answer that. You do know its a book right?” he asks staring down at me with an amused smile. I groan.

“One I would never read that is” I lie and roll my eyes, making Aaron chuckle.

“Well, after she kills herself he is kinda lost y'know? So in the book he joins some military team and goes off to some place where he is most likely going to get himself killed. That’s why her husband kept their daughter.” he explains and twist my lips.

“So he dies too? Seriously? What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Ughh” Aaron chuckles more and I throw my back agaisnt the headboard.

“I don’t know if he dies, but I sure like how passionate this movie got you. You even cried!” I glare at him and start laughing, Aaron laughs too shorty after me.

“Of frustration!! That’s horriblee! I don’t even know why I’m laughing!” I say and sniff, putting the rest of the crackers on the floor.

“You liked it tho” Aaron says and I huff.

“It fucked me up but yeah, I guess I liked it… in a fucked up way” I chuckle and turn to see him, he smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “I thought it was totally cliché that she got pregnant tho, like, really”

“What did you expect? They didn’t have any contraception methods in their time” Aaron says and I shrugg.

“Then they should’ve kept it in their pants!” I joked and Aaron raised an eyebrow.

“Oh you think so?” He asks and I nod with a smile. He slides underneath the sheets and grabs my waist, pulling me to his side and towering over me. I chuckle as he leans down and seals our lips together. A shiver crossing my chest and climbing up my throat as I cupped his face in my hands.

Where was this going to leave us? I didn’t even want to care bout it. The kiss started to get intense as he got completely over me and slid his hands down my body. But before I could actually do something he was pulling away, a bewildered look on his face.

“Shit” was all he muttered and then his eyes found mine. “We didn’t use a condom yesterday” he said like he had just realized, I squint my eyes.

“Mm-hmm, and? please don’t tell me you have an STD” I comment with wide eyes please, please, please…

“No!” he says and backs away a little “But I’ve got sperm…” I snort, relaxing. “Hey it’s serious, I don’t want to be a parent just yet” he says and I smile.

“Dude I have a prescription for a very good ‘morning after pill’ ok?” I say and he frowns.

“Yeah and the morning just passed…” he says and I let out a laugh. He did not know how these things worked did he?

“Aaron it doesn’t mean to literally take it in the morning. I mean, the sooner the better, but with the one I take I have up to five days to take it, ok?” He nods slowly and I chuckle, he really did get scared there.

“But you’re gonna take it today right? Just to be sure” he asks and I laugh.

“Yes, I’ll take it today.” I say and sigh “I’m too young to have kids anyway so stop thinking about that” I say pulling him closer and tenderly kissing his lips again, he kisses me back immediately and takes a hand up to my cheek. Caressing his thumb across my lips when we pull away.

“I forgot how cute you look without makeup” he says and smiles, making me grin like an idiot.

“I bet you say that to all the girls” I joke, trying to play it cool and he chuckles.

“I don’t think you wanna talk about other girls right now” he said trailing his lips off to my neck. He places a tender kiss there and sucks in that same spot, making my eyes close and getting a slight gasp out of me.

His left hand finds my hip and keeps it on place as he starts to make his way down my chest with his lips. And he is just about to remove my tank top when my phone rings. I mutter a “damn you” as I look for it, wiggling from under Aaron’s body.

I find it under my pillow and frown at the unsaved number. Still, I answer it and take it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“We need to talk.” I frown more when I hear Ross’s voice on the other end of the line. Standing up from the bed I walk away from the Aaron to get some privacy.

“No we don’t, and I’d be glad if we talked only when strictly necessary thank you.”

“No, listen. I’m not looking for a fight. I just wanted to apologize, about last night. I know I was a dick and crossed the line.”

“Oh! It’s a good thing you know Ross, because it was messed up.”

“I know Y/N, that’s why I’m calling. If it’s still possible I’d like to keep good terms with you. I’m usually not like that, I just had way too many colorful shots yesterday.” I roll my eyes, not wanting to keep this conversation any longer.

“Like I said, I’m fine with only talking to you on work related stuff. But I’m not going to be your friend Ross, and this doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m just going to be civil towards you for our jobs sake.”

“And that’s fine with me for now. I understand if I gotta make it up to you, I won’t push you Y/N.”

“No I don’t wan…. what the fuck? ” I look at my lockscreen picture facing me back. He had hanged up and not even heard me. I roll my eyes and clench my jaw. This guy was going to get on my nerves so badly.

I spin around and walk to the bed, dropping my phone on it and sigh. “What was that about?” Aaron asked.

“Ross trying to apologize about last night, like it’s that easy” I roll my eyes again and see Aaron frown.

“What did he do that was so bad?” he carefully asks and I take a deep breath. Not sure if he actually wanted me to tell him.

“He crossed a line, thought he could get away with …” I awkwardly make a strange face and Aaron gives me a confused look “Touching me” I explain, grossed out and embarrassed. Aaron’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth drops open.

“He what?”

Now I’m scared to repeat. He looked mad, I knew he’d be mad. Why had I even told him?! He would go kick Ross’s ass. And not because we had just slept together, but because he was a gentleman like that.

I mentally slap myself as I awkwardly look away from him. Maybe I low-key wanted that, for him to go kick Ross’s ass for me. But he would risk his job and his reputation if he did so, and I couldn’t allow that.

“Listen he was drun…” before I can carry on making up an excuse for Ross he shuts me up.

“Well if he couldn’t keep himself on check perhaps he shouldn’t drink!” Aaron’s breathing gets worked up as his anger grows. “I should teach him a lesson on how to respect women”

As cute as he sounded being so mad with his british accent and all that was one thing I wasn’t going to allow. So I climb on my knees to the bed and put my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing them down. “Listen, you don’t need to do anything, I’ll deal with Ross. Let me deal with him ok?”

Aaron’s eyes find mine and he sighs, looking like he’s debating wether to accept or not. He slightly rolls his eyes and relaxes under my hands. “Fine, but only because I know you can deal with him.” His eyes quickly find mine again and I smile, pecking his lips out of temptation. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, devouring my lips and throwing me on my back to the bed. I give him a dirty giggle and lick and bite my lip. He keeps his eyes on it and with a finger releases my lip from my teeth. Only to trap it between his and make me chuckle agaisnt his lips.

“For the record…” I trail off when he pulls away. “I think you looked hot with blonde hair.”

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4x08 spoilers/ review

• tornado warning is still on my screen and i’m not okay with this tbh
• there is not a person in that room who does not look upset about this ‘we survive and then find our humanity’
• about that scene; hand hold with emori and murphy, where is bellamy when clarke needs emotional support too? and the fact that roan couldn’t even look at it
• Harper’s face with the names
• ‘i can’t save anyone’ then goes to make sure he can save jasper love of my life
• 'grow the hell up’ jasper annoys me sometimes with his i don’t give a crap about what anyone does but i feel bad as well
• yay i’m okay with seeing gaia again
• MONTY i love him
• why’d you have to throw the if in there harper come on
• i love the little grounded culture things they throw in
• emori hurt her and i swear to god
• bellamy is concerned i love him
• also take a drink every time i say i love bellamy blake
• I can’t tell if Jasper is comforting Bellamy or trying to call him out
• CLARKE NO
• okay hypothesis: they put emori in the chamber and she’s okay and it’s okay
• thank you luna for calling people out
• SHIT SHE JUST DID THAT WHERES MY LUNA SQUAD WHEN I NEED THEM
• And there goes raven calling people out in their shit, this episode is full of people exposing one another i love it
• ready for some Kane and Indra interaction
• whoop that took a turn, but so we are turning 10 days into a month hiatus okay
• gaia yes bish, and THANK YOU FOR LETTING MONTY HAVE A MOMENT OF RECOGNITION
• we fight, a lil indra and octavia parallel
• STOP OH MY GOD ABBY
• #dramatic one hundred character repeating other people’s words
• certainly is a luxury few can afford
• I love roan he pushes the right buttons, weather it be to convince her to be okay or to get her to do what he needs her to do
• so far we have jasper telling bellamy to be okay with his mistakes and roan telling clarke to be okay with her future ones
• monty looked personally hurt that she used his gun but INDRA STOP
• side note: where’s the love of my life bellamy blake?
• Gaia just going around lighting candles
• you gonna open it with the chip
• what happened to the legend that if a grounder touched a gun there was some giant curse??? they said in season two???
• BELLAMY HE WANTS TO PARTY SO BADLY
• let bellamy blake have fun please
• get the fuck off of him that’s not what i meant
• she looks like clarke lowkey stop this tho
• the only good part is he smiled but GET THAT GIRL OFF OF HIM PLS HE CANT PARTY OTHER WAYS
• “survive please” why don’t you just kill me right now
• MILLER NO
• STOP MURPHY HIM BEGGING ME
• murphy begging is KILLING ME STOP HOLY SHIT HE SAYS HE LOVES HER OH MY GOD RICHARD IS SUXH A GOOD ACTOR STOP IM SHAKING SO MANY REGRETS SO MANY REGRETS
• if they give us a month hiatus without telling us if emori ends up okay i will go die
• thank god abby
• CLAFKE I JUST SAID DONT OUT LOUD DID YOU NOT HEAR ME
• watch her stick it into her own arm
• i fucking called it
• i’m ducking done
• DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE
• so they will leave us with clarke not knowing if she is okay
• murphy is so done, so done
• parallel to i can’t lose you too? yes please
• yo use the freaking chip to open the thing
• someone said it on my feed but please start loving jaha’s plans instead of lxa’s pls and thank you
• who knew metal melts that fast i didn’t
• okay so they will leave us with not knowing what’s in the chamber
• my hypothesis about the chip was wrong but it’s good i’m not mad this made sense
• are they going to be cryo frozen people in there or will there be food and stuff and also jasper please stop trying to die and stop trying to take others with you :((

i am not ready for a month without new episodes with bellamy blake but i’m doing a 30 day bellarke thing so i guess i will survive

Is it that obvious?  (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Requested by the lovely @sunnylilac : Can you do an FP Jones one? Where you’re around 25 and you put your dreams on hold to help a dying family member, that lives in the trailer park. You don’t really know much about the town but when you catch FP’s eye he will gladly show you around and give you a good time. It can always contain smut😊😊

Sorry for the wait, hope that the 8  pages make up for it :) <3  (smut at the end)




“Oh for fucks sake!” A young girl in her mid 20’s cursed at her phone as she got out of her little car. The GPS stopped working 5 minutes ago and now she was  a 100%  sure she was lost.

She  pulled out her purse, digging in it to find an actual map. Once she finally found it, she opened it up on the hood of her car, looking down at it, feeling even more lost.

She felt a smile spread across her face as she saw a red truck pull over besides her car. “Thank god, actual people.”

“You seem lost.” A  tall,  dark haired man in his late 40’s or maybe early 50’s, said as he got out of his car and walked over to her. He had such swagger in his walk that made him look younger than he was.

“Is it that obvious?” The girl smiled flipping her hair before straightening up and walking over to him. “I’m Y/N.” She offered him her hand which he took with a smirk.

“Nice to meet you. You can call me FP.”

“Well FP, it seems like you’re destined to be my savior today. Do you by any chance know how i could get  to Riverdale and further more a place called.. South side?” She questioned him looking down at her phone to read off the exact name.

“Yeah, I’m heading there, so if you want you can just follow my car and I’ll get you where you need to go.” FP said that breath taking smirk still on his lips.

“That would mean the world to me.”   She said with a joyful smile on her face.

“Alright. Wanna tell me where exactly you’re heading?” The man asked as she started to close up her map.

“I’m going to be staying with my aunt, she lives on the Marcus’ park at the very end.”

“Ah, Nancy?”

“Yeah. Since her husband died she needs someone to take care of her. And  i guess that’s me.” She smiled as she threw her purse and the map back in to the car.

“I see.” He nodded. “Ready?”

“Yeah, thanks again.” She smiled and both of them walked in to their cars, FP, driving of with Y/N close behind him.

He couldn’t help but think about the girl driving behind her. She was so young and so beautiful. Yet there was something about her that made her different in some way. The way she carried herself the way she smiled.

Coincidentally the girl behind him was thinking the same thing about the man who saved the day.

He could almost be her dad, yet she couldn’t stop thinking about how his hand felt in hers, how his hand would feel caressing her face as his lips gazed over her, his scruff starching her  soft skin. Or how his hand would feel sliding down her naked back as his body would be pressed against hers… “No!” She had to stop her before her mind took her to an even more inappropriate place. She shook her head trying to focus on the road and not the handsome guy in the truck in front of her.

“What’s wrong with you?” She whispered to herself as she saw a sign that read ‘Welcome to Riverdale.’

The truck in front of her took a left turn, so she mimicked him and in about 2 minutes they both came to a stop.

She got out of her car just as FP did the same. He walked over to her. “Thank you so much, i wouldn’t be able to get here without you.” She smiled.

“It’s no problem.” He waved his hand as if it was nothing.  “That’s your aunt’s trailer.” He ponied to the  very last trailer in a row of others.

“Thank you, let me make it up to you.” She smiled looking up at him. “How about i buy you a drink? Please, it’s the least i can do.”

“Sure.” He let out a chuckle, knowing she won’t back down until he accepts. Not that he minded. Spending more time with this beautiful girl, no one would complain.

“Yay, so where to?” She asked, remembering that she has no idea where anything is in this town.

“Across the street. It’s a small bar called The   Whyte Wyrm.” He said  as they started to walk.

But four steps later Y/N stepped in a weird way and lost balance. She would without a doubt  have fallen, and probably broke her nose, if it wasn’t for FP who caught her.

“You sure you’re up for a drink?” He joked, setting her back on her feet, but keeping his hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah, believe it or not, I’m less clumsy when I’m drunk than sober.” She said walking close to him as they both laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded before entering the bar he previously pointed at.

“FP, the usual?” A guy that was probably the same age as Y/N asked soon after the duo sat down behind the bar.

“Yeah.”

“And what can I get you, beautiful?” The guy turned to Y/N who smiled at him, before asking FP what the usual was.

“Beer and a shot of Whiskey.” He said shortly, glaring at the younger guy.

“I’ll have the usual as well then.” She said, her smile still playing on her lips.

“Coming right up.’'  The guy said and walked away.

’'So i take it you come here often?” She turned to the man who she came here with.

“That obvious?” He said in the same tone she did before, when he  asked her if she’s lost, making her laugh.

“Well not everyone has the privilege of having ’'the usual”.“ She winked as the guy from before handed them their drinks.

’'True.”

“Cheers.” She said as they clicked their shots, drinking them and washing them down with a sip of beer.

“So how come you decided to come help your aunt out?”

“Well i finished uni last year and worked at a local shelter for a year and then i got the news that his husband passed away. Her son is god knows where, so i felt bad for the woman.”

“You just doped everything and moved here?” He asked, surprised.

“Pretty much.” She nodded. “I know, it’s crazy, but i can build my career anywhere, so why not here, I’m sure i will be able to find a job soon enough, so i will be able to help her out while I’m here.”

“Wow.” He said, clearly impressed.

“So, you’re a local here?” She turned the conversation towards him, curious to find out more about the mysterious man who she literally met in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah, born and raised.” He said, taking a sip of his beer. “I live a couple trailers west of your aunt’s trailer.”

“Oh, do you live alone?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to prey.” She quickly apologized, noticing the changed expression on his face as she asked him that.

“That’s okay. My wife, packed her things, took my daughter and moved away. And my son is living with his friend.” He said, surprising himself. She was just so easy to talk to.

“Oh I’m so sorry,  that must of been a big hit for you.” She reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. And for some reason that brought a small smile to his face.

“Yeah, but it was a long time ago. And it was probably for the best.”

“Everything has a reason, right?”

“I guess so.” He said smiling at her optimism. “So what kind of jobs will you be applying for?”

“I was thinking, that i should go ask if any of the schools need a  counselor or something like that. If not, i might just take up being a waitress. That’s how i got trough 5 years of university so, I’m pretty good at making cocktails and purring shots.” She winked.

“Makes sense. You seem to be a people’s person.” He said smiling at their touching hands.

They continued to talk for over an hour before Y/N’s phone rang.

“Excuse me.” She smiled at him before picking up her phone without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello.” She answered “Oh hey auntie Nancy.”

Then silence. FP took that time to study the girl in front of him. She wore a floral sundress that reached the middle of her thighs. Giving the dress an hour glass shape, was a big red belt positioned at her natural waist. The whole outfit complimented by black ankle high heel boots that matched her leather jacked with rolled up sleeves. Her face was pale and round, framed by wonderful long hair. She wore simple yet glamorous (for Riverdale at least) make up.

“Yes I’m here, I’ll bring my bags there in a minute. Stay put, okay?” And with that she hang up her phone.

“I’m sorry I have to go. It was really nice talking to you.” She said pulling out her wallet and paying for the drinks before he could try to object.

“Do you need help with your bags?” He asked, offering her his hand  which she gratefully took.

“I don’t wanna bother you.” She smiled.

“It’s no bother.” He said as they walked out of the bar. It was already dark.

“Okay.” She smiled and nodded. “I would really appropriate that. I have to warn you tho. I have a lot of clothes, which means a lot of baggage.”

“I wouldn’t suspect anything else.” He said, his arm making its way around her waist. “Safety first.” He said as they walked over the spot where she tripped before.

“Okay take what you can.” She smiled as she opened the car doors.

“Of course, princess.” He said with a smirk as he took four suitcases in his arms, making the girl raise an eyebrow at him as she took two and was  hardy able to keep them in her hands.

It only took them 2 trips from the car to the trailer before they were finished. 

“Thank you.” She smiled at the man in front of her. “How will i ever  be able to repay you?”

“Let me buy you a drink tomorrow.” Was all he said before wrapping his hand around her waist and hugging her goodbye.

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled before walking inside.

The rest of the night was pretty busy for her. She unpacked all of her bags and talked to her aunt.  She was getting old and could hardly do anything on her own.

Around 3AM she finally showered and got to bed. Well couch. There was only one bed and that one was her aunt’s. So she had to sleep on the couch which was very uncomfortable. But after a whole day of driving and cleaning she fell asleep the second her head touched the pillow.

“Good morning auntie.” She said with a cheerful smile, helping the old lady out of bed and making both of them breakfast. As her aunt ate she got dressed in a black tight high waisted pencil skirt in to which she tucked a white dress shirt, finishing the look of with black high heal shoes. She put on her usual brown eye shadow and black eyeliner with a dark nude lipstick.

“Here we go.” Y/N said as she helped the old lady to the other couch and turned on the TV.  “I’ll be gone for a couple of hours, okay?”

The old woman nodded as the girl took her purse and walked out of the trailer.

She most differently didn’t look like someone who lived in a trailer park. Once in her car she put on her glasses and put her hair in a neat bun before driving to the Riverdale high school.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L, I called last night for the job interview.” She smiled, fixing her glasses as she waited for the lady to tell her where to go.

“Second door on the left.”

“Thank you.” She walked to the door she was directed to and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L, I’m here for the job interview.” She said again. this time to the old grey man sitting behind a big wooden desk.

“Ah, the  counselor, right?” He said reaching out his hand for her to shake.

“Yes, sir.”

“Please, sit.”

“Thank you.” She smiled before sitting down and reaching in to her purse. “Here’s my resume and everything you need to know.”

The man took her papers and started reading them. “Impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you be able to start working tomorrow?” He asked.

“Of course!” She said happy that she found a new job.

“You would be working 4 hours a day, mostly taking care of special needs kids and probably taking a lot of students who are still griefing for their lost fried, Jason Blossom.” He told her a bit about what happened to the teenager not long before her arrival.

“Thank you, i guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She smiled before shaking his hand and walking out.

She drove back to the south side where she, as soon as she got out of the car, saw FP.

“Hey!” She smiled, locking the car and walking in his direction.

“Y/N?” He looked the girl up and down. “Wow, you cleaned up nicely.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, doing a small twirl. “So guess what?” She said  walking over to him, hugging him as a greeting.

“What?” He smirked, after pulling away from the hug and leaning back against his trailer.

“I got the job!” She smiled with excitement.

“Wow congrats!” He said hugging her again, this time tighter, almost lifting her off the ground. Making her giggle.

“We need to celebrate.” She said remembering his invitation from last night.

“Yes. Come in, i have a couple of beers in the fridge.” He said opening the door, letting her walk up the small steps in to his trailer.  He bit his lip, as he saw her ass in that tight little skirt sway from side to side when the walked up the stairs. He quickly followed her. Closing the doors behind them.

“Y/N?” He said making her turn around.

“Yea-” She was cut off by his lips pressed on hers. She stood frozen for a second, surprised.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t of done that.” He pulled away when he realized she didn’t react.

“No. You should of done that sooner.” She smiled stepping forward, titling her head up and pressing her lips against his. Kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He quickly wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up with ease.  “Lets celebrate then.” He said as carried her over to his bedroom, letting her back on her feel before sitting down on his bed with her standing between his  legs

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He said almost enchanted as he ran his hands along her soft curves, paying special attention to her hips and ass. He turned her around and she let him. FP quickly unzipped her skirt pulling it down and revealing a black lace tons covering her privates. 

He let out a low growl before grabbing and spanking her ass making her let out a soft whimper. She decided to speed things up and took off her shirt, before turning around, revealing a matching lace bra. She straddled his lap and started to unbutton his his shirt as he continued to squeeze and spank her ass. Soon his shirt joined hers on he floor.

“These,” She said motioning to his pants. “need to go.”

“As you wish princess.” He said, lifting her up and flipping them around so she was on her back and he was able to stand up. In less than a second his pants were on the floor and his erection spring up against his stomach. “Your turn.” He said motioning to her bra.

She quickly unclasped it and threw it somewhere behind him as he took off her thong.

He leaned down, kissing her soft stomach, leaving a trail of kisses down to her hip then her thigh, his beard scratching her, somehow making everything feel even better. 

Finally his lips found the spot where she needed him the most.

“Yes!” She moaned out, her fingers finding themselves in his hair tugging on it lightly.

His hand traveled up to her breast, massaging it gently as his tongue was working  miracles oh her clit.

“FP! I need you!” She almost begged.

“Anything for you, princess.” He said bringing herself on top of her, leaning down and kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. And a second later he was slowly pounding in and out of her making her eyes roll back. Due to his size and the way he moved, his slow movements felt better than anything she has ever felt before. But slowly he started to pick up the speed, making her wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, wanting to feel more of him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving in the rhythm he lead.

“Yes, just like that.” She moaned out, pleasure written all over her face and a minute later she was moaning out his name as he helped her ride out  her orgasm.

The final shakes of her orgasm passing just as his thrusts started to become sloppy and uneven. “Come FP, cum for me.” She whispered biting on his neck as he hit his climax, a mix of low groans and moans filled the room they were in.

Collapsing next to her he wrapped her in his arms, both of them having  content smiles on their faces.

“Now this is a celebration.” She smiled, making them both laugh, still breathing heavily.

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WAR OF HEARTS

                        - PART I

(requested by multiple anons
                - keep reading the next parts too ;) )

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 482
summary : Reader is a Trybrid (witch , werewolf and vampire) and very close with Klaus (like a daughter to him). She ends up in the Prison World where Kai is accidentally , trying to help a friend.
NOTE : This is the story with Kai / Kol / Reader , apologies for Kol missing in this chapter , but he will be in the next ones. Gotta start somewhere before we get to the fun part… ;)
*gif by vampirediaries
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“What the hell ?”  she said getting up from the cold floor and looking around.
Y/N had been out in the woods helping a friend with a spell and suddenly she found herself in one of the hallways in her old high school. It was the middle of September , Tuesday … yet the hallways were deserted , no sounds came from the classrooms or anywhere from that matter. Well , almost… There was something but Y/N wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not. She walked the empty hallways and got out of the school looking around , trying to find someone but there was absolutely no one. For a moment she thought maybe she had passed out and it was all some weird dream or something. Using her vampire hearing she headed for the only sound she could hear , leading her into an empty looking house.
The place seemed familiar , like a memory of a memory or a dream of a dream … then she realised why the house looked familiar - she had walked past it while going to school when she had been a kid. Y/N walked up the porch and knocked on the door. A few moments passed and no one opened so she decided to see for herself , but just as she was about to put her hand on the door knob , the door opened and in front of her stood a young man. He looked surprised to see someone standing on his doorstep , his facial expression went from shock to surprise to suspicion in seconds.
“Um … Hi.” she said smiling nervously. “I’m Y/N. Sorry to bother you , I … I kind of just found myself here , could you tell me where everybody is ?”
The young man stood frozen at the door for a few seconds before stepping away , letting her walk inside. Y/N took a few steps looking around the place.
“Thanks. Nice house..” she said , a moment before she dropped on her knees her hands reaching for her head trying to fight off the spell causing her the worst witchy migraine ever , then the world went dark.When Y/N woke up , she was tied to a chair with vervain ropes around her wrists and ankles. The mysterious young man was standing a few feet away from her , his eyes locked on her.
“Well that’s new…” she muttered trying not to move much before she has figured out the situation. Clearly there had to be some kind of misunderstanding.
“It’s not the only thing that’s new.” the young man said taking a step towards her. He was very handsome with blue eyes perfect chizzled jaw and judging by the purple - black veins showing under his eyes , he was also a vampire.
“Ooh-kay. Look , I don’t know who you are but there has to be some misunderstanding here. I was trying to help a friend and the spell must’ve gone wrong because I ended up here … except I have no idea where ‘here’ is or who you are.” she said.
“Oh right , sorry manners. I forgot to introduce myself earlier.” he said smiling. “I’m Kai. This is my home … not referring to the house , tho it is my home. The world outside is my home or … prison to be more accurate.”

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no, this clip wasn’t here to show us that Sana and Yousef are suddenly okay and Sana forgave him, like, that’s not what the clip showed, that’s people jumping to conclusions. Sana was clearly annoyed with him, but he was an annoying ass dude and got her to play with him anyways as a way to get some kind connection with her. Sana smiled at him, bc they played basketball, it was fun,  she didn’t magically forgive him all of a sudden. Lets not forget that Sana and Yousef never dated, so techincally Yousef never did anything wrong by making out with Noora (even tho we as viewers from Sana’s pov are annoyed with him), and Sana probably knows that. She’s probably still hurt and sad, but she had fun, and she smiled. It doesn’t have to be much deeper than that.

la cocina es el centro de la casa

for @thebratfarrar, for her birthday

(read on AO3)

Dean’s been sweating since he woke up this morning. Actually, going by how damp the sheets of his little borrowed cot were, he sweated all night, too. He’d had a weird panicked moment where he thought he’d wet the bed, somehow. Sammy had still been passed out in the bed and Dean had laid there under the slow-turning fan and given himself five minutes to just be… miserable. As far as he can tell, Benson, Arizona, is the armpit of the world. Why couldn’t Dad have caught the hunt in November, or something.

Mrs. Gutierrez is kind of a hard-ass, but she knows about food. When Dean comes out of the bedroom she’d stashed them in, the hot little house already smells awesome, and she barely looks up from whatever she’s doing in her skillet, waves him to the table. He rubs at his eyes with the heel of both hands. He’s not used to these kind of hours in the summer. Ever since he turned sixteen and proved he could be trusted, Dad would take the opportunity of school being out to take him along on more hunts, the two of them running through the woods or watching through the dark of the warm nights or digging graves together, coming back to whatever motel or campsite where Sammy was waiting for them in the hours just before dawn, crashing down sore and feeling good about a job well done. He wants to be out there now. All this ridiculous heat would maybe be a little more bearable if he felt like he was doing something.

A plate clatters down in front of him and he jumps, opens his eyes. Mrs. Gutierrez raises her eyebrows at him and he says, “Thank you,” automatically, and then, “Um, I mean—gracias, ma’am.” She huffs and goes back to the stove. He completely can’t tell if she likes him or not. He’s guessing not.

That said—who cares, if she feeds them like this, holy crap. This will be their third day here, since Dad figured out where the boys were going missing and Mrs. Gutierrez offered to look after them while Dad and a few of the older guys went out looking, and like every single thing she’s fed them has been amazing. This is—eggs, and pieces of tortilla, and some weird white cheese, and enough thick roasted-dark red sauce that he sweats even more, and he groans out loud.

“Respira, caballero,” Mrs. Gutierrez says, in a dry voice, and he opens his eyes again to find her leaning against the stove, cup of coffee rested on her plump belly.

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The Game

@sleepingupsidedown <- I blame you for this one
-First off let’s get one thing straight Pidge doesn’t drink because A. Underage and B. Doesn’t like the taste of alcohol so they are the DP (designated pilot)
-Hunk has the best alcohol tolerance and barely ever gets drunk but when he does the kindness skyrockets as if that’s even possible, more hugs, compliments, and he lets everyone know that Lance is his best friend/ brother, and the paladins are also his family but he and Lance are hella tight
-When Shiro gets drunk he becomes a stuttering mess who tries and fails to flirt with Allura, but no worries because he never remembers it in the morning, and he doesn’t really get that terrible of a hangover
-Allura is magnificent in many things but being able to tolerate alcohol is not one of them. She is known as the lightweight™, and she relaxes more and just has a good time with the fam
-Coran is just a mess, he can’t do proper English or any language for that matter (it’s also how the team learned that Coran speaks and reads about 25 different languages fluently and can speak another 5 but it’s slightly more broken and he’s working on it) but he also sobers up really quickly
-Lance and Keith are a different story altogether, it’s like they switch personalities while they’re drunk
-Keith becomes really outgoing, uses wonderful one liners that almost gets him layed many times(but he always says he can’t but thanks the people for offering) how the world may never know, he also becomes a shit post generator. So really when you think about it Keith has 3 levels of drunk and he never remembers anything in the morning
-Lance however gets hit hard by his homesickness, he stops making jokes, he wanders to the edge of the group, starts making excuses to leave in his head, and smiles falsely, hides his hurt whenever he sees Keith flirting with someone and succeeding, because he wishes he were in those alien’s position
-Lance is never able to forget those nights, and each time he grabs a drink he promises he won’t become introverted and every time he succeeds at first until he spots Keith with someone else then it’s game over
-One night while they’re at a neutral trade planet and everyone is enjoying themselves especially Pidge because the others are oh so amusing
-Allura is the first one to go down and starts to laugh openly more and more
-It keeps progressing until everyone but Pidge is drunk, and suddenly Keith suggest they start a game
-Whoever gets the no nonsense bartender to exchange numbers, names, and a promise to talk, will receive whatever they wish from one of the players
-Pidge is immediately determined the judge, and the game begins
-Coran goes first and all he receives is the bartender asking if he wants a shuttle called for him which offends Coran, so he walks away back to the table and claims he is din (read as done)
-Allura goes next and while she’s relaxed and happy, she and the bartender just don’t really click, they would defend one another and not insult the other because girls from every planet should have each other’s back, but that doesn’t mean you really need to be friends so Allura thanks her for her time
-When it’s Shiro’s turn, he’s doing really well until he takes one look at Allura and causing him to apologize to the bartender and telling her his heart belongs to another and he didn’t mean to lead her on
-Shiro decides that he WILL tell Allura about his feelings tomorrow, and writes it down (he does remember, and Allura gives him a dazzling smile and tells him she would love to be in a relationship with him)
-It’s Hunks turn but when he’s on his way to the bartender he gets distracted by this other girl and he just starts complimenting her make up because that obviously took time and girl the winged eyeliner is on point
-And then the girl and Hunk spend time discussing how she applied everything giving him tips Hunk prepared a shopping list in his brain because he’s down to try make up because damn that eyeliner tho
-With Hunk basically dropping out it’s up to Keith and Lance, Keith goes first
-Keith starts off by making jokes and flirting with the bartender which immediately obliterates any chance he had at winning, knowing when to cut his losses he returns to the group
-Lance had seen Keith flirting with the bartender and he found he could no longer hold the fake smile and he stopped making commentary about the game and just sat back dreading walking up to the stranger for the game, he considers dropping out but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself
-Lance then goes up to her, and the first thing he does is apologize to the poor bartender for all the shenanigans
-And he’s sorry he will be wasting her time and then the next thing he knows is telling he everything, from his homesickness to his feelings for the man who never remembered his name, and how even though he know he has everyone he can’t help but feel alone at times, like he has no one to talk to
-By the time he realized what he’s done he starts apologizing to the bartender surprised to find her smiling at him
-She then proceeds to tell him that it’s okay, her favorite part of her job is to hear people’s stories
-She let’s him know her name is Mel, she asks to exchange numbers because he is not alone, she will be there for him and beside she wants to her updates about the group’s antics and his possible relationship with Keith
-Next thing Lance knows he has a new friend/confidant and he has won the silly game
-So he puts on his fake smile and announces he won, receiving cheers from his friends
-Lance finds it to be too much and excuses himself to go to the bathroom, once he is washing his hands Keith walks in and claims that he always knew Lance was going to win the game
-He had felt it in his bones because who wouldn’t like Lance, Keith then claimed he tried, but ended up falling for Lance
-Lance is too shocked to react and Keith just casually walks out as if what he said was casual and normal
-When they ask Lance what he wants since he won the challenge he looks panicked for a second, which prompts Pidge to jump in and tell the group they should wait for tomorrow when they’re all sober, that way Lance can make a sound decision
The next day
-Somehow Lance manages to wake up before everyone else, only to find Pidge tinkering away with their computer
-Pidge straight up attacks Lance with questions about what happened last night
-Because Lance knows he owes Pidge for saving him yesterday he told them about Mel and then the confession from Keith if you even call it that especially since Keith becomes a big flirt with everyone and maybe he didn’t mean the falling for someone in the same way as others seeing as he doesn’t usually get things that aren’t literal
-Pidge slaps Lance in the face
-Tells him how the pinning has been going on for months and Keith never said anything because he felt guilty for not being able to remember Lance
-And how sure Keith flirted but he never went through with it and it was mostly just harmless, so go get your man™
-Later when Lance finally feels confident enough to talk to Keith about it he goes looking for Keith
-Once he finds Keith, Lance wonders if he should tell Keith and Keith asks him if he knows what his price will be for winning the game (Pidge told Keith about the game and NOTHING ELSE because that’s up to Lance)
- So Lance then decides what he’s going to do
-He asks Keith if he meant it, did he mean it when he told Lance he’d fallen for him and if by the he meant romantically
-Keith gets so red and flustered but he unmistakably says yes how could I not fall for you
-Lance then grabs Keith and starts kissing him only to stop when they hear the others cheering
P.S. Mel totally sent an audio message of her squealing when Lance told her

things I will never recover from 6x10:

- Jake being so stupid Olivia can’t deal with reality anymore

- speaking of Jake : Olake so unique and meant to be that Olivia pretends she doesn’t even know him! she clearly considers him an awkward mistake (just like dating Leo would’ve been) not even worthy of being Fitz’s best man (I lolled)  

- Olivia distancing herself from the toxic people around her at the moment (Jake, Mellie, Rowan); she finally admits that her friendship with Mellie is not genuine but just a way to “get into the room” #Melliviabs 

- it will be fun they said, it won’t be realistic they said…! but then this happened Olivia feeling guilty for the loss but she knows Fitz would never blame her in any reality :’) + Olivia so heartbroken she left Fitz an e.mail but two months later here he was at her door declaring his love  :’) how was that not realistic ?? He’s perfect and she knows it :’)

- AU Olivia not being afraid of following her heart :’) the way she jumps into his arms and laughs putting her head backwards and the way he spins her around; and she puts him towards her :) that scene is where I died for the first time 

- the wedding (second cause of death)!!!! OMG! I don’t even know where to begin I have so much feels ! her hair, her dress, the way they look at each other while making their vows, their unfading smiles, him lifting his wife up, he just had to :); her dad leaving and she didn’t even notice! she just lets him go; I thought she just needed to forgive him and move on but she clearly needs to cut all ties with him RN! 

- the fighting : yes because of course a wedding is not a magic solution; Olivia is aware that she has engagement issues but she doesn’t use alcohol and sex to cope; The parallel to 509 was a way to show that now she knows that she’s beeb self sabotaging 

- she finally realized that being president is not Fitz’s dream; she is!! Being normal can be a legit and honorable wish; another thing proving this point was the fact that she managed to make something huge and create a name for herself (the bill) without any help from the WH; there are other forms of power and success and you don’t have to be a lose your soul 

- divorce papers; I was so worried! before the episode I convinced myself that if they were to get married in this ep it would only be a way to show us that they just don’t work and the more we got into it the more it felt like this and I was starting to plan a riot… But then he came back home and said stuff like “she “I have work to do but I still want you if you still have me” (and I died again); that’s why when she handed him the envelop I almost fainted; but then the look on his face and her finally compromising and fighting for them :’) the way she smiles and he shakes his head like “I can’t believe I just got Poped” then she reached out for him and can’t get that smile off her face and put her hand on his chest and they kissed and i’m crying again because now I know they’re endgame in every reality :’) 

- Fitz being the one telling her what she needs to hear in order to understand what she really wants and grow :’):’)’:)’:)’:)

- back to reality! she wakes up! I mean no she IS awake! SHE’S BEEN AWAKE THE ENTIRE TIME! SHE’S BEEN THINKING OF LOBE IN THE OVAL OFFICE BECAUSE LOVE IS THE REAL POWER !!; I JUST CAN’T *cryingemojisarenotenough*

- then she raced to him with a huge smile on her face while the Light is still playing ! I swear I thought she was going to kiss him^^ 

- “I’m in” (I’m dead); oh Olivia the way you look at him!! you’re clearly not just referring to Cyrus here.. you know it, we know it but you broke his heart so many times that he doesn’t :( so please tell him rn! (even tho I’m not sure I’ll survive another round of pure and raw Olitz magic :’)

- the gang being back together : Olivia, Fitz and Cyrus; with Olitz working as a team against the rest of the world :’)