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First Date with Bucky Barnes

A/N: This is going to be written for Post-Winter Soldier Bucky. Requested by @natasha-baggins

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

  • Your first date with Bucky is a casual affair
    • He takes you to a family owned restaurant where the two of you are seated a secluded table. 
    • The two of you have known each other for long enough that the lack of other people is comforting rather than worrying. 
  • Bucky takes extra care of his appearance. 
    • He washes and conditions his hair with products recommended by Steve and pulls his hair back into the neat bun that you always seem fond of. 
    • He doesn’t over dress for the occasion, but it’s obvious that he thought about the outfit. 
    • He looks very good and you make sure to tell him that. 
    • The compliment makes him stutter for a brief moment, but it also causes a huge smile to grow on his face. 
  • Thankfully the two of you are good enough friends that the awkwardness of a first date isn’t very present. 
    • Bucky is nervous because he cares for you so much and he doesn’t want to mess anything. And this is the first time he’s been on a date since the 20s. 
    • But your smiles and laughter put his heart at ease and soon the event feels like any other time the two of you hang out. 
    • The two of you talk and laugh for hours. Bucky even insists on buying dessert. 
  • You try to persuade the man to split the check since you know that he doesn’t exactly make a lot of money. 
    • But he relentlessly sneaks the check away from you any time you try to grab for it. 
  • After the date he walks with you for the short time it takes to get to your car. 
    • Bucky isn’t confident enough to ask for a good night kiss so instead the two of you share a hug and a promise to see each other soon. 

sarcasmismyonlydefencesourwolf  asked:

I just love the idea that Derek can't keep his hands off of Stiles whether they may be at home or in public. He just drapes himself over Stiles, kisses his cheek, neck and nuzzles it, keeps a hand low on his back when they walk and always entangles their hands together. Please if you want elaborate on this !

Originally posted by ba1n3s

This is everything I’ve ever wanted!

I want Stiles getting flustered and smiling non-stop because Derek gets all cuddly and lovey, and everyone just stares in shock becasue they never expected Derek - tough, broody, sourwolf Derek - to be all cute and cuddly.

And no matter where they go, they always have to be touching each other, even if it’s as little as their fingers brushing against one another while standing int he bookstore, Derek looking at the books and Stiles turning to talk to Scott.

Originally posted by loveviral

And if Stiles is having a bad day (becasue his dad had a close call at work and ended up in hospital or because he’s just too stressed out at work) he just walks up to Derek and falls in his arms, knowing Derek will cuddle him, kiss him and love him until all his worries wash away.

THIS HEADCANON GIVES ME LIFE!

(Thank you for sending it in and making my day!)

that’s interesting to think about like the gang really did form in high school when they were all being just… relentlessly bullied, the aluminum monster and ronnie the rat and dirtgrub, and dennis was being abused by one of the staff, and they built this little group for themselves where they could rip on each other relentlessly in order to feel some kind of control over their circumstances while simultaneously, in a much realer sense, always having each other’s backs and not judging if dennis wears makeup or charlie eats cat food, etc.

I Think I Love You

Ten x Reader

Wordcount: 1,697

Requested by anon:

Hello! Can you write a scenario with the lovely Ten? :D Please!

“Ten, he dumped me.”

“Where are you now?”

“Outside SM’s back door.”

“I’ll be right out (y/n).”

You hung up your phone.  In times like these, it felt like Ten was the only person you could turn too.  He had been your best friend for the past two years.  No matter how busy he got with training, promotions or even when he was on Hit the Stage, he always managed to be there when you needed him.  You had each other’s backs, and the bond you formed when you had first met just over a year ago was unbreakable.

That wasn’t to say being his best friend didn’t have its downside.  In fact, it was the reason you had split with your boyfriend of five months.  You stood outside SM and remembered that night’s earlier events.

“Oh come on, don’t act all innocent!  I’m not the only one cheating!” your boyfriend, Jihyuk, yelled at you in the middle of the club you were in.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I have never cheated on you!” you shouted back at him.  How dare he try to turn things around on you when you had just caught him kissing a random girl.

“Don’t give me that!  I’m just getting in the way of you and Ten being together!” he spat back.

“You’re delusional.  He’s my best friend, that’s it,” you replied in a quiter voice, realizing people were starting to stare.

Jihyuk grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the peering eyes, coming to the same realization that you had.

“Look (y/n), you might not realize it, but there is something there, okay?  I mean for god’s sake, the guy practically worships you.  I know because he looks at you the way I’ve always wanted you to look at me.  I just can’t handle knowing another guy loves you like that, even if you say you don’t feel the same.”

More out of frustration than sadness, you teared up as you remembered the moments leading up to your boyfriend breaking up with you.  What a jerk.  Making out with another girl and then accusing you of cheating.  When Jihyuk had first asked you out, you weren’t sure how you felt about him.  You decided to give him a chance and say yes, and over the last few months, you had really started to fall for him.  You regretted all of that now.

But what Jihyuk said had gotten to you.  It would be a lie to say you had never questioned there potentially being more than just friendship between you and Ten.  You just figured it was because society said that a man and woman couldn’t be just friends.  You didn't buy into that nonsense though, so you pushed those thoughts aside.  And anyways, there was no way Ten “worshipped” you.  He was, well, Ten after all.  He could get any girl he wanted.  Why would he want to be with you?  From the start, you had told yourself that you and Ten could only ever be friends, so that’s the way things had always stayed.

“I’m so sorry (y/n),” Ten said as he suddenly hugged you from behind, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The two of you took a seat on the steps outside the door, Ten still with one arm around you.  You, suddenly felt awkward and gently wriggled out from underneath his embrace.

“Why are you being so touchy with me?” you asked Ten, his surprise evident on his face.

“I guess I’m just comfortable around you?  We usually hug and link arms or whatever.  I didn’t know it bothered you,” he replied, hanging his head in apparent shame at the thought of making you uncomfortable because of his skin-ship.

“No, no!  It doesn’t bother me, it’s just… It’s just that…” you weren’t sure how to tell Ten that your closeness making Jihyuk paranoid was the reason that he had broken up with you.  But as your best friend, he deserved your honesty.

“It’s just what?” he urged you to continue.

“Jikyuk broke up with me because he said that you and I have something going on.  He’s convinced that you have feelings for me.”

Ten looked devastated.  It was evident that he felt guilty for what had happened.  The reality was that he had nothing to be guilty about. Besides in Jihyuk’s mind, he hadn’t done anything wrong.  Jihyuk was the one who messed things up, not Ten.  You were sure Ten knew that deep down, but nevertheless, he remained quiet, the two of you sitting in silence for what seemed like forever.

“Ten,” you said wearily, finally breaking the awkward atmosphere.  “What Jihyuk said isn’t true, right?  You don’t… have feelings for me, do you?”

Ten looked up at you to meet your eyes for a moment, before turning his head away, remaining silent.  You gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts but heard him sniffle, prompting you to get up and sit on his other side, where you could see his face.  His eyes were closed, but to no avail as tears were still escaping his eyes, collecting on his eyelashes for a moment before falling down his cheeks. You rested your hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort him, using your other hand to wipe his tears.

“Ten…”

“Jihyuk’s right,” Ten suddenly whispered, his eyes still closed.  “In fact, I don’t just like you (y/n), I think I love you.”

Again, silence.  A part of you wanted to throw your arms around Ten in a massive hug, sorry that you had unknowingly denied his feelings for so long.  The other part of you was cautious, not wanting to do anything to further upset him. You had never seen him so broken before, and it killed you to know that you were the reason why he was like that.  You wanted to tell him that you loved him back, but you couldn’t.  You weren’t sure what you felt or even what to say to him, but luckily, he broke the silence first.

“The day I met you, I knew you were going to be a special part of my life,” he began.  You listened intently.  “We just clicked.  And before I knew it we were best friends.  But the longer I knew you… The more time we spent together… I guess something just… Just changed.  I fell for you.  Hard.”

“Why did you never say anything to me about it?  You know you can talk to me about anything,” you responded, wondering why he would let himself suffer and keep this from you.

“I was going to.  The night I invited you to watch me practice for Hit the Stage.  But that ended up being the night that Jihyuk asked you out.  A part of me still wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to confuse your feelings.  Plus, I knew you had liked him for a while so…  I’m so sorry.  Now I’ve ruined things for the two of you anyways.”

“Ten, you didn’t ruin anything.  If anything I’m lucky to be done with him if he’s the type to just cheat instead of voice his concerns.  But I do wish you had have told me.  Maybe things could have been different between you and I.”

“Do you really think they would have been?  I mean, have you ever even had feelings for me,” he asked, a hint of sudden bitterness behind his words, clearly skeptical.

“I guess I had convinced myself that we would never be more than friends, so I never let myself feel anything more,” you admitted.  “Plus, when I started dating Jihyuk, I couldn’t even consider liking someone else.  I thought we loved each other, but clearly he didn’t feel the same way…”

Ten leaned forward slightly, angling his head so his eyes were in front of your own.

“So then, what about now?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Now you know I have feelings for you.  And Jihyuk isn’t in the picture.  Does that change things for us?"  Ten’s voice was so sincere.  He wasn’t pressuring you, he didn’t sound hopeful or worried, he was just genuinely asking where the two of you stood.  You wanted so badly to end his one-sided love, to tell him that the two of you could be together… But you couldn’t.  Not yet at least.

"I don’t know Ten…  Maybe in the future?"  You weren’t sure how to respond, so you did your best to tread carefully.  Was it possible you liked Ten?  Yes.  Were you ready to jump into another relationship already?  No.  "I’m not saying never, I’m just saying… I need time.”

“You mean there’s a chance that we might be able to be more than friends?"  You could hear the positivity in Ten’s voice.  It was the first time that he seemed hopeful, happy even.

"Now that I know us being together is a possibility and there aren’t any distractions, yeah, I think there’s a good chance.  We go perfectly together as best friends, so why not a couple?  But I don’t want to rush things between us.  I want to be sure that the way I feel about you is real and that it doesn’t feel like I’m using you as a rebound.  It’s just too soon.”

“I get it (y/n), no pressure.  Just take your time.  I know in my heart that you and I are meant to be together, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to realize that too."  He beamed at you.  He was back, the joyful Ten you knew and adored.  He took both of your hands in your own, and straightened his back so he was tall enough to kiss you on the forehead.  You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

"Whatever happens Ten, I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

“I’m thankful for you too (y/n),” he smiled.  “And about Jihyuk, should I send some of the members to go beat his ass?”

“Ten!"  You hit his arm as the two of you laughed in unison.  You weren’t totally opposed to the idea…

 

I’d like to dedicate this to my Ten-biased friend, superfanboy19!!  I was supposed to post this like, two weeks ago, but I went to Toronto for a vacation and didn’t finish until today haha.  I hope you guys enjoyed it!  It’s like, the closest I’ve got to writing angst but isn’t angst?  I dunno.  Let me know what you guys thought!  And please reblog/like if you enjoyed it :)  It helps a lot.  Thanks loves~~

Dating Mike Zacharias Would Include...

Originally posted by yahoohanjizoe

+ You being several years younger than him.
+ He was actually (and still is) really smooth and a big flirt when he first met you.
+ He’s the strong silent type.
+ PDA is done with no shame. Erwin always says to keep it to a minimum but he low key doesn’t care. He only said something because Levi did.
+ You don’t see him for most of the day because you both are busy but he sometimes goes to check up on you and see how you’re doing.
+ You both just make a really hot couple.
+ He likes to grab both sides of your face and give you a kiss on the forehead.
+ You do more of the talking and he usually sits back and listens.
+ He always beats your ass during sparring.
+ His cuddles are the best.
+ Reminding each other on a daily basis that you love each other.
+ “Hey, I have to tell you something.”
+ “What is it?”
+ “I love you.”
+ “…”
+ “…”
+ “Is that it?”
+ “Pretty much.”
+ “Oh, well I love you too.”

// Feels ahead. Read at your own risk. //
+ After Mike’s death you just weren’t the same person you were before.
+ Crying yourself to sleep many nights and waking up with absolutely no drive.
+ You blamed yourself for listening to him and going with the rest of the group instead of helping him. Maybe things would have been different.
+ A large part of you died when he did.

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  • leo: do you think i still have a shot with Karai?
  • karai: *strolls back into the series with another girl who is all over her and calls her senpai, both are ready to stab a sunuvabitch for each other, and Karai's always willing to surrender for Shini's sake*
  • mikey: sure why not

rabbit-kinder  asked:

I always loved the reverse Jeckell/ Hyde feel of Captain Underpants, but what are your thoughts of having them be continuously aware of one another? Your beautiful two bodies AU aside, how do you think it would work out with these two polars fighting for control and going back and forth ALL THE TIME ? And if they can only really' see' each other to talk outside of consciousness , how do you think that would pan out?

They both would fight over control when they found out about each other at first
But over time they would just deal with it like they would start up the letter system writing letters to each other as its their only way to communicate

I’ve decided that my favorite ships are those ones where you don’t care if they’re together romantically or not, as long as they're together. It doesn’t matter if they’re kissing, as long as you know they’ll have each other’s back through everything, and really it’s a stronger bond than if they were banging anyway.  Because it’s all based off of trust and loyalty.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any type of visual guide to the bmc characters? I always see pictures of the cast and drawings of the characters but i have no idea who's who?

bonus: the gal’s halloween outfits (except jenna i couldn’t find any pictures EDIT: jenna’s the clown in the back lmao) 

also! i have tags for each one of them so if need you can go through my tags (also rich is usually drawn with a red streak in his hair, and most people draw the squip as a handsome computer) 

the actors, too, just in case:

  • jeremy - will connolly 
  • michael - george salazar
  • christine - stephanie hsu
  • rich - gerard canonico
  • jake - jake boyd
  • brooke - lauren marcus
  • chloe - katlyn carlson
  • jenna - katie ladner
  • squip - eric william morris
  • jeremy’s dad/scary stockboy/mr reyes - paul whitty

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt

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If there’s one thing Y/n can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.

Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to a broken heart on legs.

Talking to people didn’t help much, either, considering their irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what’s left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by “the girl left with a broken heart, who’s heart has failed to mend.”

It’s all a myth, really—a myth that hasn’t been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, “how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?” with an “I’ve been okay” filled with lies didn’t go unnoticed, however, proved to be unsuccessful.

And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.

It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry’s new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.

She was beautiful, too. More beautiful than she wanted her to be, as selfish as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.

Y/n’s heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.

Y/n hadn’t expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn’t the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they’ve had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.

She believed him, too. That with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be the overwhelming needs for one another.

She should have never been so gullible. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives. Y/n never got over him. How could she? They were soulmates, they were each other’s everything. No matter what came at them, they always found a way back to one another.

But Harry’s fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he’d find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn’t want to believe it and didn’t want to believe that it had happened so soon.

“How are you feeling?” Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n’s hand; a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.

Y/n wishes she found it as comfortable as it intended to be, however she can’t help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so. The gesture undoubtedly derives from the pity Gabby has had toward her ever since the breakup. Everything was because of pity.

She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it’s the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.

“The usual,” she shrugs, “nothing’s really changed.”

Gabby gives her a half smile before returning to her tea. The cafe is only occupied by the both of them, considering it’s 7 in the morning on a Sunday. But after everything that’s happened, Y/n’s sleep schedule has been slacking and Gabby wanted nothing more than to be there for Y/n whenever she had the chance.

“Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Gabby asks. “It’s on me if you want anything.”

Y/n shrugs again, a faint yawn falling from her mouth as she shakes her head.

“No, I’m okay. I think I’ll make some waffles when I get home. But I’ll need to stop at the grocery store before I leave. Ran out of milk and flour the other day.”

“We could stop by now if you’d like. I’m getting quite full, anyways.”

“Yeah, sure” Y/n nods, “sounds fine.”


The entrance doors chime when Y/n and Gabby enter the grocery store, barely any people filling the aisles at such hours. Neither of them speak much before they go their separate ways, grabbing all the necessary ingredients Y/n needs for when she gets home.

When she finds flour on one of the bottom shelves, Y/n bends down to grab the cheapest one she could find. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of money to spend since she took some time off of work for “mental health reasons,” and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and spend the rest of her day in bed.

When she stands back up from her squatting position, her body rams into somebody else’s, making everything they both were carrying fall onto the floor.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Y/n gasps, scrambling to pick up the ingredients that have fallen from the girl’s arms.

When Y/n stands back up to return her fallen items, it was as if every nightmare Y/n has ever had was standing right in front of her.

She’d recognize her face anywhere. It haunted her everywhere she went; mocking her and destroying every last bit of her wellbeing. Her face is unforgettable, having been ingrained into her head for so long now. She’s exactly how she is in her pictures, except she’s so much more beautiful in person.

It’s when Y/n’s eyes drift down to the shirt she’s wearing that takes the breath right from her lungs.

The word Lover printed inside of a red heart, the end of it hidden by the pocket right on her chest. It looked so unfamiliar on her—so unfamiliar that tears started piling in her eyes and her lips began to quiver.

That shirt was theirs. That shirt belonged to Y/n and Harry.

Lover.

It was a nickname Y/n always gave Harry. She would have normally settled for “babe” or “baby” like she did with her previous boyfriends, but “lover” came so naturally to her. It exemplified just how unique and rare their relationship was, too.

Harry had never been called that before, but there was something about it that felt so right. The first time she called him that, he blushed like no other. His cheeks and heart felt so warm, and Y/n wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. But no matter how much she joked about how much he blushed that night, it only made her call him that more.

And the more she said it, the more she realized that there was no other name to describe him.

She gave him the shirt for their first anniversary. She was insecure about it, considering it was the only gift she purchased him that year and wasn’t nearly as expensive as all the gifts Harry had given her. But after all the flowers she received had died months later, after all the chocolate he bought her had been eaten in two nights, after all the in-home spa treatments had been used by the both of them progressively throughout the months, and after all the sex they shared died down by the next morning, the only gift that remained so dearly to their hearts was that goddamn shirt.

The shirt became sentimental to their relationship and was almost used as a keepsake between the two of them. The mornings after making love, Y/n found herself slipping it on before rolling out of bed to make breakfast. Harry fell in love with her tendency to do so and always made sure she knew just how much he loved her for it.

This is my favorite look on you, he’d always say, where the shirt hung loosely from her frame and her skin scattered with the marks from his tongue.

Harry wore the shirt as a tradition, most commonly on their anniversaries or on any specific date that held such significance to their relationship. And every time Y/n saw him wearing it, she found it irresistible to kiss the heart designed right upon his chest.

My lover, she’d say, looks so perfect on you.

She never imagined anybody else in it. Even after they had broken up, she never thought the shirt would be passed down to later relationships Harry had with other women. When she moved out, he kept insisting that she should be the one to take it.


He looked down at the shirt all crinkled in his hands, the last compromise they had to make before Y/n officially moved out of their home. Her suitcases were packed neatly by the front door, the darkened sky from the storm waiting to approach making the house feel colder than it already had turned.

Y/n’s body was slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes red with inevitable tears as they were forced to face the harsh reality of what was to come.

After three years of a relationship neither of them expected to end, Harry had insisted that they take a break from each other. With his career coming to its peak and Y/n spending most of her time in the office, their relationship was going through a rough patch that lasted far too long.

“You paid for this, you know,” Harry whispered, obstructing the silence that seemed to make the air around them thicker and harder to breathe, “this is yours, always has been.”

Y/n shook her head, a few loose tears falling from her face as she did so. In all honesty, she didn’t want to be reminded of it after this. It’s held so much meaning between the two of them throughout a majority of their years being together that she couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at it in her selection of wardrobe. Not when Harry won’t be by her side, not when Harry won’t be apart of her life anymore.

She placed her hand on top of his softly, stroking the knuckles of his clenched fingers with her thumb.

“It was ours. But when it comes down to it, I bought it for you. It was a gift, you should keep it.”

Harry clenched his fingers harsher against the fabric, his quivered lips attempting a small smile as he lifted it to his chest. His thumb traced the heart above the pocket, watching as one of his tears soak into the material.

“It looks better on you anyways.” Y/n tried to laugh through the silent cries, but neither of them had the heart to make light of the situation they were facing.

Harry’s eyes narrowed down at her while a small sigh fell from his lips.

“You know I’d never wear this again, right? Not until we find our way back to each other.”

Y/n’s shaken hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, her lips pursed together to ensure her broken sobs wouldn’t surface until she was alone in her car.

“Yeah, until we find our way back.”

She stood on her toes to reach his cheek, where she tentatively placed a kiss on the flushed skin.

“You’ll always be my lover.”


But looking back at it now, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a grocery store, crying pathetically in front of a complete stranger if she had just taken the damn thing.

How could he do this to me?

“Babe, are these eggs alr—“

Harry’s words get caught in his throat when he sees Y/n standing in front of Jessica with tears streaming down her face and cries shaking her body.

At first, his instinct is to reach his hand out to her. But as his eyes follow her tearful gaze to Jessica’s shirt, which is far too large for her frame, but still being worn on her body, the realization hits him that it’s probably the last thing she would want.

He flutters his eyes shut as an unbearable feeling starts to rise in his stomach. This is the most unfortunate time to see Y/n again, and he can’t imagine how much hatred flowing through Y/n’s system as he stands there, cowardly silenced.

Not a word comes out of his mouth. Not even a pathetic stutter of her name, or even a lift of his lips to greet her in the most minimal of ways.

The only thought swirling through Y/n’s mind is how could you not say anything to me? After everything you did, after what I’m witnessing now, how is there not one word to say?

He watches as pain settles in her eyes as she looks at him. It’s as if she’s begging for an explanation, or even an apology he doesn’t really mean. She’s just looking for something, and knowing that she’s not getting anything is taking all the remaining life out of her.  

But he has so much to say. There are so many apologies, so many thoughts all scrambling in his head that everything becomes incoherent. He wants to tell her how sorry he is, and how hard it is to live with himself after all that he’s done to her. He wants to tell her that he never gave her that fucking shirt, that Jessica found it in one of his drawers and put it on while he was still sleeping from the night before. He wants to tell her that it isn’t what it looks like, that it isn’t what everybody thinks this is. But his throat tightens and his tongue suddenly becomes numb, completely preventing him from saying all the things he wishes to say.

“Y/n, is everything alr—”

Gabby halts when she discovers Y/n’s crying body being watched by the very two people that broke her heart. She’s breaking, so evidently breaking and neither one of them are doing anything about it.

“I w—want to go home.” Y/n’s voice cracks, face twisting as Harry still doesn’t find anything to say to her. “Let’s just go home.”

If Gabby hadn’t witnessed her best friend go through so much pain within the last four months, she would have been able to contain all the rage she’s held toward Harry. But something inside of her snaps when she sees the shirt Jessica’s wearing.

“No!” Gabby spits.

Before anybody sees it happening, Gabby slams her fists against Harry’s chest. Jessica begins to scream while Y/n jumps in an attempt to remove Gabby’s wild arms away from him.

Harry doesn’t do anything to defend himself, though, as he allows her to keep swinging her arms at him. All he can think about it how much he deserves it—how much he deserves all of what’s coming at him.

“You’re such a fucking jerk, Harry!” Gabby roars. “You ruined her! Who the fuck do you think you are?!“

“Gab, stop.” Y/n mumbles, finally able to capture her arms.

Gabby squirms as she tries to escape Y/n’s harsh hold on her, but against Y/n’s anger mixed with all her overwhelming emotions, there is no match.

Y/n starts to push Gabby toward the doors, and it takes every bit of strength left in her to not turn around to look at him one last time. 

“You’re her biggest mistake! I hope you know that!”

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:

  • Banter
  • Inter-house rivalry at the head table
    • inter-house rivalry between classes
  • Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
  • Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
  • Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
    • students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
  • Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
  • Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
  • Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
  • Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
    • “Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
    • “Why do I have to go?”
    • “What are you, scared?”
    • “… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
    • “What? What is it?”
    • “Just get back here and you’ll see.”
    • “I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
    • “Malfoy….”
    • Fine.”
      • They end up necking behind the statue like students
      • It becomes a repeat occurrence

a quick think inspired by a recent comic by @ludwigplayingthetrombone

McCree always stays Hanzo’s left. 

Hanzo doesn’t notice it at first, as it’s a detail that hardly bears attention. He realizes it for the first time when they walk through a crowded place, which forces them to move around other people and each other. McCree always finds his way back to Hanzo’s left side, eventually. He is casual about it, settling back into stride by Hanzo as though he belongs in that space, almost as though he is unaware of the habit himself. 

Hanzo doesn’t mind, necessarily. As long as McCree is beside him, in that close proximity where they can brush against each other as they walk, or reach over for an affectionate touch, he is happy. But he tests the theory out for himself, trying to walk at McCree’s left for a couple of days, and every time, McCree finds some way to switch sides again. 

“Why do you do that?” Hanzo finally asks one day, when he nearly trips over McCree as they try to move around each other again.

“Do what?”

“You must always be on my left. If it changes, you always move back. Why?”

“Oh.” McCree immediately looks sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, averting his gaze skyward. “Well, that’s just ‘cause my prosthetic’s on my left side. So I like havin’ my right side to you.”

Hanzo frowns. “Why would that matter? I do not care that you have a prosthetic.”

“It ain’t that. It’s just–I can’t feel anythin’ with my left hand, is all.” 

Hanzo must still look confused, because McCree laughs softly. “So, you know, if I walk on your left side, I can feel if I do something like … ” He trails off as he reaches out with his flesh hand, gently touching the tips of his fingers to Hanzo’s left palm, then curling their hands together. Hanzo looks down, smiling as he finally realizes.

“Or this,” McCree continues, insinuating himself closer so he can wrap his arm around Hanzo’s waist, hand flat against his hip. Hanzo hums, enjoying the closeness, but has to resist the urge to lean into it and stop them both in their tracks.

“Or this,” McCree says again, rubbing his hand up Hanzo’s back until it settles against the back of his neck, fingers gently playing with a few hairs that have fallen astray from Hanzo’s ponytail. 

“I get it,” Hanzo says with a laugh. “Far be it for me to stop such a noble goal.”

McCree chuckles and reaches down for Hanzo’s hand again, threading their fingers together and holding fast. “The noblest,” he agrees. “I got lucky with you. I’m not gonna let somethin’ like my own metal hand get in the way of havin’ you every way I can.”

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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LES MIS MODERN AUbroship sibling aesthetics: eponine & gavroche

beanies and baseball caps, stuck-out tongues, sass battles, hipster headphones and retro walkmans, hanging out in local libraries, decorating bedrooms with glow-in-the-dark stars, always looking out for each other, milkshakes, rolled-up denim, sitting on concrete steps, being forever ready to fight, making up weird meals, shoeboxes of childhood collections, conversations from different rooms. (requested by anonymous) 

anonymous asked:

headcanon that Dooku's biggest fear is that one day Jocasta Nu will find out that he was the one that deleted information from her archives.

Ohhhhhh shit

Can we add to this that even though this particular incident was related to The Whole Secret Clone Conspiracy Thing, Dooku and Jocasta having some kind of Longtime Feud is totally a thing? Like, that goes back to their younger days? 

He’s afraid of her reaction when she finds out about this latest offense. But also it was SO SATISFYING TO DELETE THOSE FILES BECAUSE TAKE THAT, MADAME NU.