The awkward moment you realize you’re in love with your best friend, but don’t want anyone else to notice. So you try to play it cool.
And then it sets in. You really love this awkward wonderful dork. But also you realize he deserves somebody better than you. Way better. So you don’t tell him. And you don’t even have to worry about letting him down easy. Because he doesn’t expect anything else. He is used to unrequited love. He thinks he isn’t worth your time or love.
You stay friends, each secretly in love with the other, but you don’t say anything.
Then one day he’s gone. The only thing left his bloodied blue jacket.
been reading a lot of klance fics lately so i thought i’d share it w you guys!! here’s 14 of them and definitely my favorites. comes with the title (duh), description, a review by yours truly, and link to the fic. the writers of said fics also have some gorg other masterpieces so be sure to check those out!
Though he’s been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn’t sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company. The universe is cruel.
amazing a+++ fic but i strongly advise not to read this unless you are willing to live the rest of your life broken hearted and Sad. i promise ur heart will be wrecked but in the best way possible!!! a buncha artists on tumblr made art for this so be sure to check those out & also there’s a epilogue-ish thing for this that dulls the pain a lil less and its called The Stars Smile Back in case yall were interested
“Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?” Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? “Alright, it’s a deal.” Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’s ‘fake boyfriend’.
if u love slow burn then BOY ur gonna love this !!!! mama lance is so warm i luv her !!! fake dating aka one of my fav tropes so 11/10 and i just rly love this ok im in tears
(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy… (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes couldvery easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck?? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake! where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there
i love through-chat fics therefore i am so in love with this!!!!!! your everyday "wrong number” trope but so so so much better!!! cute and happy
“Do you think we’ll be together, still, by the time we make it home?” Lance is quiet for a moment, thinking. Then he says, “That depends. Do you plan on going somewhere?” Keith laughs, threading his fingers through Lance’s hair. “No, I suppose I don’t.”
their relationship is just SO PURE AND SOFT and so well written i’m in luuuv but the open ending will shatter and will most likely rip u apart
Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet idiot continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith. aka the phone sex operator fic no one asked for
this is soooooooooo cute and adorable and wow i luv ittttt!!! made me smile so hard it hurts
In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.
oh my god the buildup may be slow but i promise it’s worth it like everything just falls perfectly into place !!! and its so adorable and creative and just wow not ur usual klance fanfic and that just makes it 1000x better and also,,, dragons !!
“Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands. Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. “What? What happened?” “I think,” Keith whispered, “I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick.”
galra keith will always and forever be my fav au so this is a definite fav for me !!! i love the other 3 sequels it comes w too!! and nsfw content too dont even lie ik u guys are thirsty for that
–Static—- -iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—- -static– –I’m sorry guys. This is all my– –static–cc– —I found my coordinates. They’re– -stttcc- -guys. I hear something— –scccc- -end transmission- Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?
this fic got me sad and crying in the middle of the night )’: wont leave u too sad tho the ending is pretty nice
The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be. – Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn’t be coming for a very long time.
no words. literally no words. this was so painful and just wow the buildup will shatter u i swear )’: also poor bb lance i sob. comes with cool-looking art which makes it a whole lot better
AU where Keith is some important guy who has a business suit, and lance is a good housewife. (tha ts a lie, i honestly dont have a summary but this fic hurts, i have been told by at least 3 people) Written in text format
will wreck u, beware!! may be short but enough to bring u to tears honestly
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity. This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.
the description says it all !!!!! a fic beloved by the vld fandom and gosh whats not to love honestly???? also the whole gang is so happy !!! (sidenote: this is unfinished and its killing me)
“So like in 'Step Up’?” Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.” The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps. - Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith. Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.
if u love step up ur gonna LOVE this !!!! i love it so so so so much can i just say and wow keith is so hot ffs
Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.
There was a rasp of knuckles against the glass window pane, and an unmistakable smile winked out at you in the darkness as you tiptoed towards the source. You grabbed at the wooden frame, sliding the window up and cocking your head silently at a mischievous looking Kai Parker. It was two in the morning and he was alert and awake as ever, wearing a jean jacket over an old tee with black skinnies, his dark converse covered in the dirt from your garden. He giggled with contempt when met with your exasperated expression, to which you shushed him with a signal of your finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes and extended his arm for a hand, even though he was very capable of getting in without your help.
“What are you doing here?” you said, closing the window after him and quickly shutting your bedroom door.
“Cute room,” he ignored you, looking at the white walls covered in a patchwork of photos and glowing string lights.
“Kai,” you urged.
“Is it so bad for me to want to see you?” he pouted with false sadness, lower lip jutting out as he gave you those blue puppy eyes.
“I thought we agreed on no more midnight visits,” you whispered, leaning your back against the door.
“It’s not midnight, it’s two in the morning, you’re welcome,” he winked.
You ran your hands across your face with an agitated shake of your head.
“Plus,” he winked, “I like coming now, when you look really cute in your pj’s.”
You dropped your hands and gave a snort at yourself, looking over your clothes; oversized white sweatshirt, battered blue knee socks that stretched up your legs, and a messy pony that stuck out here and there.
“You do, princess” he insisted, stepping closer, the distance of your bodies clearly bothering him. He pulled you in gently by the wrists, lips planting to your forehead before he brought his arms slinking back around your waistline.
“Kai,” you bit at the inside of your cheek, “you do remember I’m living with Elena, right? As in, Elena Gilbert who hates your guts? If she or anyone else finds out about us, can you imagine what that would get me into?!”
Kai’s plump lips spread into that familiar smirk, dimples lighting his cheeks, “so there’s an us?”
You rolled your eyes, but seeing Kai flash a patient and goofy smile, chuckled in defeat, “Yes, okay, fine, there’s an us.” But…I,” your smile faltered as you pieced together a troubling thought.
“What?” Kai said with sudden worry, “tell me.” He closed the gap between your bodies, knuckles coming up to stroke your cheek lightly.
“I love what we have, Kai. And I don’t want to lose it, but if we get caught…” you trailed off.
Kai froze, his expression going serious, blue eyes saddening,”Y/N.”
“Yeah?” you raised your head, eyes meeting with his, which he promptly pulled away, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Answer me honestly,” he whispered to the wooden floor.
You nodded, trying to catch his gaze to no prevail.
“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he said quietly.
Your eyebrows drew together in surprise, lips tilting down, “what?”
Kai’s expression was pained as he flickered his attention back up to you, “honestly,” he said again.
“No, no,” of course not,” you murmured, fingers coming up to graze his stubble and tilt his set jaw back up to your eyes. “Why would you say that?”
He sighed and chewed at his lower lip, releasing his hold around you.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed, voice low. “But I’m not ashamed of ‘what we have here,’ and clearly you are since we’ve been playing this game for weeks.”
You closed your eyes and turned away, pacing lightly as you formulated your next words.
“It’s not like that, Kai,” you breathed lamely.
“So then what? Why do we sneak around like this all the time, I-I hate it,” he stammered, shaking his head.
You stopped in your tracks, feet planting to the ground. You raised your head, and in the reflection of the glass window you could see Kai staring at you, blue eyes glistening and slender fingers twisting at his silver rings with worry.
“I want to…” he trailed off softly, his bright eyes meeting yours in the reflection.
“Want to what?” you stood your ground, heart hammering away.
“I want to hold your hand,” Kai whispered, approaching you from behind, his fingertips coming to graze lightly against yours, sending electricity through your blood.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you are,” he flushed rose, tracing a pattern against your opened palms.
“I want to bring you flowers,” he said, swishing his hand and plucking a yellow dandelion from the air before pushing your hair softly back to tuck it snugly behind your ear.
He stepped around to stand in front of you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he held your face in his hold, eyes darting over your features as you breathed in a shaky breath and lost yourself in his soft aroma of pines and spice.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, brushing his parted lips on the tip of your nose.
“I want to do all these things with you all the time, without having to feel scared, without having to hide how much I love you,” he said. “Because I do love you, with every beat of my dead heart, I love you.”
He stared at you, gaze intense, waiting for a response, but your words seemed frozen in your throat. He dropped his hands, taking a step back with a gulp, “but if you don’t feel like that…”
“I do,” you cut him off, taking him by the wrists and bringing him back to you. “I’m not scared to be caught because I’m scared of what people will think of me, I’m scared to get caught because I’m scared of what they’ll think of you. I couldn’t care less about judgement against myself, but if they found out, do you think they would be happy for us? I’m supposed to be ‘the good one’ you know, the one who always does the right thing, and you’re-”
“The psychopath,” he finished quietly.
“No, but you’re not,” you said, tilting his face to yours when he tried to turn. “You were outcast for something you couldn’t control, so you put these walls up because nobody would let you in. But I did. I saw a boy who was abandoned and abused to the point where no one could see him for what he was; the most clever, witty, charming, and compassionate guy I’ve had the privilege of falling in love with. But they don’t see that, and I hate it. I hate it because it means they would think you were a bad influence, because they would try and take you away from me, or hurt you, and I don’t ever want to think of a life without you in it, Malachai Parker.”
His lips trembled, tears escaping from his eyes and rolling across his sculpted cheeks.
“You love me?” he murmured, almost barely audibly, as if the thought alone was unbelievable to him.
You bounced onto your tip toes, catching his tears with little kisses before planting your lips softly against his own.
“With all my heart,” you smiled softly.
Kai smiled faintly, unable to speak as he practically flew into your arms, wrapping you in his embrace, arms firm around you as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands gently pulling through your locks, cool rings brushing against your flesh.
“What’s wrong?” you said into his skin, eyes closed.
“I’m happy,” he assured, “I just don’t know how to show you how thankful I am.”
“For what?” you said, brushing your lips against his jaw.
“For you,” he said.
You blushed furiously and pecked him on the lips, “you can start by being my boyfriend.”
“I like the sound of that,” he smiled against your mouth.
“You sure? I didn’t scare you off just now?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” he said, squishing his nose against yours. “I’d do it all for you.”
♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer (40/?)
“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)
The whole thing was a setup.
Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.
“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”
If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.
“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.
“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.
Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.
“They’re up to something”
♡ ♡ ♡
“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.
“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”
Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.
No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.
♡ ♡ ♡
Where are you guys?
Oh, hey Hyung!
Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!
What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??
It means we’re not going!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?
You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out
Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…
I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??
If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!
♡ ♡ ♡
Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.
He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.
Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.
Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.
“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U”
♡ ♡ ♡
The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.
Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.
It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.
When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.
Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.
“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.
He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.
It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.
Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.
“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.
While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.
“Hyung, can I kiss you?”
Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.
“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”
And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.
The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.
Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.
They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.
“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”
Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.
So this was originally was suppose to be a breakup picture because I was listening to Adel but after not being happy with the first few poses (and my playlist switched off from Adel) It morphed into a reunion scene shortly after Phoneix’s is discarded. (In all honestly, I hate the idea that would ever break up so I’m much happier with this outcome lol)
“Reclaim your throne” slogan is just big cruel joke.
A lot of people (including me) expected an epic journey about Prince Noctis, who is gonna fight evil Empire and take back his Kingdom. Common fantasy plot
that involves restoring the rightful heir to the throne (”Lord of The Rings”, “Lion King”, “King Arthur“, thosands novels and films). Well, we all know how it actually ended.
Final Fantasy XV is Japanese game.
So, let me tell a short story about another Japanese game - Dark Souls.
Dark Souls is video game series about repeating cycles of Fire and Dark. The Age of Fire is completely dependent on the First Flame. When the Flame starts fading, people start becoming Undead, because humanity in Dark Souls cursed with Starscourge Curse of the Undead. Eventually Undead lose their mind and go Hollow (mindless zombies… as I remember correctly “daemon” on Japanese is pretty similar to “corpses”).
Lord of Cinder in Dark Souls 3 is a title given to those who once were mighty enough to Link the Flame. If Undead tried to link the Fire, but weren’t powerful enough and failed, it just burned them to ash, which called Unkindled.
Anyway, even successful Lords should… take their Throne and sacrifice themselves for Fire.
“Reclaim your throne” was never supposed to be “Marry Lunafreya, defeat Nifflheim, restore Insomnia, live long and happy”. It was about “Go and kill yourself, Noctis” all along.
knew this was a terrible idea, but here he was walking up the steps of the
chapel next to Harrison as an usher handed him the happy couple’s welcome
cards. From the moment he got the invitation he told himself he wouldn’t go,
but none-the-less when he had actually told her he wasn’t coming her eyes had
filled with sadness and he’d quickly retracted his statement in hopes of making
her eyes sparkle again as they normally did. He swallowed the lump in his
throat as he followed Harrison and Emily through the crowd of people in the
church to find a seat. He looked around the church his heart beating faster as
he laid eyes on him, the one that was taking his Y/N away, and he looked
at the deep red roses, the ivory and gold drapes decorating the walls and pews
making him sigh softly. He looked down at his feet trying to keep his eyes from
burning before he quickly shot up and told his friends he’d be back in a second
before he all but ran out of the church wandering around to the back of the
venue walking towards a pond covered in weeping willows. He watched his breath
mix with the cold air as he exhaled walking towards the icy pond. If he hadn’t
been so terribly heart broken at the moment he would’ve taken pictures, but he
couldn’t think of that at the moment so he walked closer to the water sitting
down on one the benches crying into his hands. The love of his life was about
to get married, she was about to be married, A/N was going to get married. The
thought alone made him choke on his own sobs, he wished more than anything he
would’ve told her how much he loved her, and how desperately he wanted to be
the one she was going to spend the rest of her life with. He wasn’t sure how
long he cried but he was interrupted by the sound of cracking leaves and
another person’s sobs. He quickly looked over only to see Y/N leaning against
the stonewall of the church closest to him in that white dress, her vale placed
perfectly on her head. He looked at his watch and realized she was supposed to
be walking down the aisle right now. He watched as she covered her mouth with
one of her hands trying to conceal her cries, Tom looked at her in shock for a
minute before standing up and walking closer to her wiping his eyes.
He said softly making her jump slightly but she visibly relaxed when she saw it
was him walking towards her like a prince coming to save her from the nightmare
she couldn’t wake up from. He didn’t say anything as he moved to stand in front
of her looking at her with tears burning in his own eyes. He’d be lying if he
said he’d never imagined her in a wedding dress, and even though it wasn’t
under these circumstances, she looked even more beautiful than he could’ve ever
imagined. He licked his lips before shrugging off his suit jacket and placing
it on her bare shoulders as he realized how cold she probably was. She stared
at him for a minute letting a few more tears slip down her cheeks as she
reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek running her thumb over his
cheekbones smiling softly at him as more tears fell from her eyes. He carefully
brought his own hand up to cover her small one that rested on his face caressing
her soft skin softly before reaching out with his other hand and carefully
slipping it around her waist. “You look so-“ He shook his head softly in
disbelief “Absolutely stunning,” He whispered and the sincerity in his eyes
made her lips part in shock as she finally realized what that strange emotion
that was always swirling in his eyes whenever he looked at her was.
She whispered her hand beginning to shake as she began crying once again.
please d-“ He started softly but he was cut off whenever she reached up and
pressed her lips against his. He was quick to cup her face his other hand and
she moved her hands to his hair running her fingers through his curls like he’d
dreamed she would so many times before. She didn’t know a kiss could feel like
that, she thought she knew what butterflies felt like but that feeling she had
just experienced for the first time was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she
never wanted it to end. After a few moments Tom felt himself getting dizzy from
the lack of oxygen so he reluctantly pulled away from her “Don’t marry him,” He
finished making her look up at him through teary eyes. “Y/N I should’ve told
you so long ago, but I love you so much, I’m so desperately in love with you. I
have been since we were eighteen and we almost kissed on that rooftop before
you told me you were dating him. Y/N I love you more than I thought it was
possible to love someone and I’ve tried so hard to get over you I swear but I-I
can’t it’s impossible because it’s you. You’re my person, you’re the person I’m
supposed to be with and I’m sorry I just now have to balls to tell you this but
it’s so true and if you don’t love me back I understand and I just want you to
be happy but if you think at all that you might love me back then I’m begging
you please don’t marry him.” He ranted making her smile up at him contrary to
the tears leaking furiously through her eyes. She threw her arms around his
neck holding him as close to her as possible.
so in love with you, I love you so fucking much Tom,” She said softly into his
neck making his eyes widen as he quickly broke away and held her face between
his hands searching her eyes for reassurance. “I always have,” She whispered
making a few tears drop from his eyes. “I love you so much,” She repeated
making him smile wider than he thought possible before picking her up in a hug
twirling her around happily making her laugh into her neck smiling happily.
She’d loved Tom since she was sixteen and he asked her to their school’s formal
because she didn’t have a date, she’d dreamed so many times that this was their
wedding not hers and Daniel’s and here she was about to run out on her wedding
alone but instead ran straight into the arms of the true love her life. “God I
love you so much,” She murmured making him kiss her cheek repeatedly.
have no idea how much I love you Y/N,” He assured as he set her down carefully
before placing a hand on the back of her neck and pressing their lips together
in the most passionate and love filled kiss either of them had ever
experienced. They both smiled like idiots as they finally kissed realizing they
were in the arms of their soul mate, only breaking away after it had
transformed into a heated moment between the two as their teeth clashed
slightly and their tongues wrapped around each other in every way possible.
“What are you going to do now love?” Tom asked carefully not wanting to send
her into a panic attack but the realization that their was a church full of
people waiting for her to walk down the aisle began pressing on his mind.
not going in there,” She stated taking her vail off of her head and rolling it
up into a ball making him smile brightly at her as she took of her engagement
ring and held it in her hand. “I’ll mail it to him,” She smiled slipping it
into Tom’s pants pocket.
are you-“ A voice called out making both of them look up to see Harrison
rounding the corner. “Oh shit Y/N they’re all freaking out in there,” Harrison
said seeing Y/N standing with his best friend. He looked between them realizing
Tom’s hands were on her waist and how close they were standing. “No way,” He
smiled brightly covering his face with his hands hiding his gigantic smile and
the tears welling in his own eyes. “Oh my god you guys!” He exclaimed happily running
towards them pulling them both into a bit of a group hug. “Fucking finally!
Fate is real! True love exists!” He yelled loudly hugging them both tightly.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” He asked breaking their hug. Y/N looked at
Tom for a second before looking back at Harrison and reaching back into Tom’s
pocket making Harrison scrunch his face up in disgust and look away afraid of
what she was doing.
get to be a messenger,” She stated making Harrison shake his head no and glare
at her. “Tell him I’m sorry and I’ll be in touch,” She said handing him her
engagement ring before grabbing Tom’s hand and running away from Harrison
towards the parking lot as the couple got ready to make a break for Tom’s car
and get the hell out of there.
No! Y/N!” Harrison yelled in anger but he couldn’t help the smile tugging on
his lips as he watched them disappear from view. He smiled happily walking back
into the chapel bracing himself for the awkward interaction as he walked up to
Daniel who was chewing on his nails nervously as Y/N’s parents stood next to
him with worry etched on their faces. He didn’t say anything just opened his
hand Y/N’s showed him the ring. “She said she’d be in touch when she’s ready
and she’s sorry,” He said making Daniel look at him in shock. “Good day now,”
He smiled walking away quickly grabbing Emily’s and making a beeline out of the
church and hopping into one of the cabs as they’d come in Tom’s car and he’d
clearly taken it. He was right, Tom and Y/N were long gone driving off down the
streets of London finally able to start their lives together.
let me know what you guys think! and if you have requests or blurbs I’ll look at them!
Love was.. complicated. You’d never had good luck when it came to love. Hell, you didn’t even think about love anymore. That was, until Castiel came into your life. He was a literal angel, but to you, he was just Cas. Beautiful, sensitive, perfect Cas.
“(Y/n),” Cas sat down on the couch beside you, watching you read your book. “I have a question.”
“I may have an answer.” You glanced up to see his brows furrowed and eyes curiously raking over your face.
“What is love to you?” Well, that is a rather tough question. You put your book down and looked up at the ceiling.
“Hm.” You hummed. You’d never really thought about what love meant to you. You knew it was supposed to be important. You knew you felt it, but could you explain it? “Love is.. innocent.” You tried. “It makes your heart swell, your mind feel fuzzy, and your stomach feel like there are a million butterflies dancing inside.” You imagined the first time you ever met Castiel. “Love is something you never see coming, something you thought you knew, but turns out, it was just waiting for you. I guess love is just a chance to be truly happy.” You looked back at Cas and saw the interest on his face. “Sorry, I guess I rambled a bit, didn’t I?” You smiled, pulling your book back up.
“(Y/n), are you happy?” He asked.
“Your questions today are very deep.” You laughed a bit. “Um, I think so. I’m happy when I’m with you. I’m happy when I’m with Sam and Dean. You guys make me happy.“
"How come you don’t categorize me with the Winchester’s?” Cas was stating to pry. He was looking for something specific here and that made you uneasy.
“Are you feeling okay, Cas?"
"I- Yes. I’m just curious about you; about us.” He shifted next to you.
“What about us?” You closed your book at this.
“You said love is innocent. Neither of us are innocent beings, does that mean we cannot find love?"
"Love is innocent in itself. Does that make sense? Two people who have done terrible things can find each other and still share something innocent.” You explained. It was surprisingly easy to explain what love is. Years ago, you would have just said you didn’t know, but now, you think you have a clear idea. “Do you think you love someone, Cas?"
He nodded his head, looking down at his clasped hands.
"And you want to tell them?"
"Very much.” Castiel’s cheeks were growing pinker by the second. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.
“What’s stopping you?” You inched closer.
“She.. I don’t know if she loves me too.” He shook his head, glancing over at you with worried eyes. “It would be an honor to be loved by someone as celestial as she.” He watched the way your eyes trailed over his face and he saw it then. Maybe you could love him. “Someone as radiant as you..” His eyes found yours and he couldn’t miss the spark within them and then, your lips were on his.
@taylorswift THIS IS A GIF OF ME FROM FEW MONTHS AGO, MAKING A WISH TO MEET YOU SOON. AS YOU MIGHT KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE LONDON SECRET SESSION BUT I COULDN’T MAKE IT. I WAS THE SADDEST PERSON ALIVE AND I STILL AM. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO BE THERE WITH YOU THAT NIGHT😩 BUT I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN I RECIEVED THE DM. YOU MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY. I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON MEETING YOU. I PROMISE! I HAVE SUPPORTED YOU FOR SO LONG EVEN IF I LIVE IN A COUNTRY WITH DIFFERENT MUSIC TASTE. LIKING YOU MAKES ME FEEL UNIQUE. I WILL ALWAYS BE KNOWN BY STANDING BY YOUR SIDE, PROMOTING YOUR MUSIC AND KEEPING YOUR NAME CLEAN. I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU💗
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.
So on the lines of Sparkpulse discussing headcanons, because I have a lot of them, over a lot of things, I feel tonight like talking about Shockwave. More specifically, about Shockwave’s emotions.
I think he has them. That’s my headcanon. There’s just a lot more to it than that, as is usual with me.
Shockwave was first introduced in Transformers: Prime in a flashback episode, and didn’t make his full, proper appearance until the third season. In that initial flashback he was stoic, static, and just a bit scary. His return in season three was an unexpected boon to the Decepticons. Megatron, especially, was happy to see him… him, and his newest experiment, a massive robotic dragon identified as a Predacon, who would later identify himself as Predaking.
Predaking is really important to some of my ideas, so yeah.
Now, historically, Shockwave is supposed to be a character who runs on logic. In G1 he could be a bit comical, but also in charge of some serious stuff and it was his job to run it all efficiently. In TFA he was more lighthearted, even openly pointing and laughing at Lugnut in one memorable episode, but it’s hard to say how much of that could be attributed to habits picked up masquerading as an Autobot for so long. IDW goes full-stop emotionless with him, making him an intense, driven character with no sense of remorse until it’s too late. This is something that was done to him, by force. It’s very sad and sometimes I think about it way too much. Anyway, this is the range Shockwave’s character usually falls into. TFP Shockwave is much closer to the IDW version than the other two. What little comic relief he provides is unintentional because he’s just so deadpan about everything. It is essentially accepted that he is emotionless with the possible exception of anger, which happens twice.
I don’t think so.
To me, one of the things that is most telling about Shockwave are his antennae… things. They move a lot towards the end of the series, just like in the gif above. The faux-wings on his back do the same thing. They twitch. They flutter. They emote. And I think the expressions they show amount to a lot more than rage. The two occasions where Shockwave becomes visibly angry are when the Wreckers send the Predaking through a groundbridge and out of his sight, and Shockwave goes down and personally kicks their afts for it. The second instance is when Starscream almost destroys all of his research data… he nearly blinds the Seeker for it. Both of these are clearly angry moments, which lends to the idea that Shockwave is unfeeling until something snaps. This idea actually ties in nicely with his IDW Spotlight… he’s unfeeling until he needs to feel rage to survive. But the movement of the antennae above isn’t angry. It’s a bit more startled, a clear reaction to something. He’s daunted. Sometimes, at other times, the movements seem almost inquisitive, like his scientific mind is curious and he perks up like a puppy. They respond to conversations like any other sort of body language.
I think he has no idea that they do this, honestly. I think that if you asked TFP Shockwave, himself, if he was emotionless, he probably thinks he is. He probably has no idea that his antennae and his winglets respond to anything anyone says. That’s where my personal headcanon comes into it. In one scene at the beginning of Season 3 that I remember quite fondly, Shockwave is actually standing next to his big dragon petting him… with the volume up, it sounds like Predaking could actually be purring. This moment, combined with his absolute rage at thinking that the Wreckers had somehow beaten his creation, indicate that he might just feel actual affection for the Predacon. But I don’t think he knows this. I don’t think he’s aware, at all, that he emotes, and that if you told him so, he probably wouldn’t believe you. Because he runs on logic. Emotions aren’t needed, so why would he be bothering with them?
I think if he was ever well and truly flustered somehow, those things would waggle back and forth like crazy, and if you told him they were doing it, he would deny it. Not because it’s embarrassing or anything, but because he honestly believes he has full control over all parts of his frame and he would never waste energy on emoting.
I think that if he became depressed somehow, they would droop. So would the faux-wings on his back. And he would be confused as to why anyone would ask what was wrong, because nothing is wrong, he does not let setbacks distress him.
I think if he got really, really happy they would stick up a bit more than usual and of course he just has no idea that he’s got a lovely mood ring right on top of his head. He really hasn’t got a clue. That is what I believe.
It makes me happy to think this, anyway, and I need happy, because sometimes I remember IDW and that just makes my spark hurt…