train-choo-choo-motherfucker

do we even know what love is?

summary: peter comes back from the events of civil war, looking a little worse for wear and y/n wants to finally know what’s up. 

a note: heres my other specialty, ANGST. hope you all suffer 


he disappeared out of nowhere, and reappeared just the same. only he wasn’t the same, he looked like he just got beat up in some seedy alley way in the middle of the night. 

“peter! what the actual hell? why do you mean you can’t tell me?” y/n, a girl of fierce and argumentative nature, continued to grill her boyfriend about his sudden disappearance. she was so mad she slammed the door behind her, surely startled everyone in the building. 

“it’s just,” he started, trying to think of an elaborate lie a the while feeling insanely bad at the same time, “complicated.”

“cut the shit,” now she was actually starting to get mad at him, a very rare occurence, “you either actually can’t tell me or you don’t want to. which is it.” 

the apartment fell silent, the tension in the air started to grow. peter didn’t like lying to her, but in this case he felt like it was necessary. 

“you’ve been acting sketchy for WEEKS and then you disappear out of nowhere, didn’t tell me-didn’t tell anyone, and finally you come back looking like you’re a member of fight club. which honestly, i think is a very real possibility.” 

peter scratched the back of his neck, “i can’t tell you because i just, don’t want to get you involved. this-this thing, is bigger than both of us.”

“does the last six months mean nothing to you? we used to tell each other everything! what happened to that? lately it’s like you don’t want to tell me anything.” 

she was trying so hard to not to let him know how much it hurt. that he felt the need to hide things from her. 

“what is so important that you can’t tell me? that’s all i want to know.”

her emotions were starting to get the best of her, she wasn’t just mad anymore, she was upset and quite possibly on the verge of tears. 

peter couldn’t stand knowing that he was the reason she was acting like this, the reason that she was so upset. the only reason he won’t tell her is because he doesn’t want her in any sort of danger that may come to her. anyone who would want to hurt him, would most likely want to hurt her if it meant getting under his skin just a little. 

“look,” she sighed, “if you really can’t tell me. that’s fine. i can’t force you to. it’s your life and your business. i get that.”

“y/n, i’m sorry-”

“save it. just save it. i’ll come back when you’re ready to talk. who knows when that’ll be, but when it is, you know where to find me.” 

it hurt like hell, to leave him like this. but she knew it was the right thing to do. what kind of relationship is it if it lacks trust? not a good one. 

just as she opened the door to leave, peter grabbed her wrist.

“peter. don’t. unless you’re willing to tell me the truth, you have to let me leave,” she said, keeping her back turned to him. she couldn’t face him without crying at this point, “and if you’re gonna pull the it’s because i love you too much bs, i don’t want to hear it.”

“y/n-”

“honestly, do we even know what love is? for all we know, it could just be another word for pain.” 

she pulled back her wrist, turned back to peter and lightly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“i’m sorry peter.”

and just like that, she disappeared from his life just as fast as she appeared. 

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another note: boy i sure love angst? don’t you? 

(all aboard the red paladin lance train, choo choo motherfuckers)


the dim red hues cast deep violet shadows on lance’s paladin armor as he steps in the cockpit. it’s not what he’s used to, but it’ll do for now.

it’s not until he sits down in that seat (already worn in by keith) that he feels the thrum of energy surrounding him. red is talking to him, and it’s so different from blue that he almost doesn’t recognize it. but it’s there, eager and goading, as if defending the universe is a game.

to her, it probably is.

then red lifts off the ground, and she’s faster than anything lance has ever experienced before. she’s zooming at a speed lance can’t even keep track of, but he’ll be damned if he’s not having the time of his life

he lets out a whoop of laughter, reveling in the adrenaline that pumps through his veins. he pushes red harder, faster, until they’re racing against light itself to see who will win.

and when it’s over and he touches down to solid land again, his heart pounding and his head spinning, red purrs in his mind, thanking him for the joy ride.

at that, lance smiles. it’s not what he’s used to, but it’ll do for now.

I Got You

Chris Evans x Reader
Imagine: being Chris’s wife and helping him through his anxiety.
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A/n: I just want to say, I refuse to say “deal” when it comes to things like anxiety, depression, etc. It’s like you are saying “sick and tired”. If you have an request that has to do with anxiety, etc. Please do not say “deal” because I won’t really applreciate that. Thanks.
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Genre: Hurt/comfort, slight angst, fluff
Rated: everyone
Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, slight angst
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Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines
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You were walking past the lounge in your home when you heard it. Sobbing from within the room. You pressed an ear to the door, listened, and confirmed what it was. You opened the door quietly and walked in, closing the door silently. There sat your husband in a chair. He was hunched over, head in his hands, jerking with every quiet sob. You whispered out, walking slowly towards him.
“Chris?”
Said man jolted and turned, watching you, making note of your presence. Your heart broke at the sight of Chris. His hair was disheveled, eyes red and glassy with tears. His face was a little red and his button up was buttoned wrong. You heard him sob your name and you walked over. He looked up at you and you hugged him tightly, rubbing soothing circles into his back. You rocked him slightly as you whispered to him.
“Just let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I got ya’.”
Chris’s sob was the most heartbreaking thing you could ever hear, let alone see. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as if you would disappear at any given moment. You soothed.
“Just breath baby, alright? I got you.”
“I-I’m sorry t-that you-”
You reared back and took his face in your hands gently.
“No. Don’t be sorry for something you can’t help. I know, Chris. I know your anxiety is getting the best of you right now but I promise it’s going to be ok. I know you might not think that right now but trust me. You’re going to be ok. I’m not going anywhere and I never will. You are a great man who just needs a little push in the right direction.”
You hugged him again and rubbed his back, guiding him into catching his breath. Once he caught it, he whispered.
“Thank you…”
You chuckled and stood up, grabbing his hand.
“Always welcome. Now come, let’s go watch some movies and then play some Xbox.”
Chris smiled and nodded.
“Ok.”
“March, Captain Meatball!”
You ordered, pointing towards the living room. Chris laughed and stated.
“Aye aye, Captain!”
-END-

HAPPY 34TH BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!!!!!!!!! excuse you. Who gave you the right to be an adorable meatball. Get off my train. Choo choo, motherfucker. XD. Lol, Happy Sappy Birthday, Chris! Hope you had an awesome birthday today!

Genji/Mercy Dynamics

So if Genji is 35 and Mercy is 37, considering the amount and time-consuming nature of the events in Genji’s past between the present day and the fight with Hanzo that nearly killed him, it was likely that Hanzo and Genji’s father died when they were quite young- and the fight and injury happened when Genji, Hanzo, and Mercy (who canonically found and rescued Genji) were just teenagers or even younger. 

This got pretty fuckin long so I’ll put it under a read more, but with that in mind, consider the following:

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  • me after initially watching S2: I mean Minty is okay. I don't really see it yet, but I do love Miller. It has potential I guess but whatever. :)))
  • me after joining the fandom: *cracks knuckles* *loudly clears throat* *opens PowerPoint* alrigHt kiddoS here I aM all aboard the MintY traIn choo choo motherfuckers clear the tracks. Nathan MilleR is my favorite delinquent fight me on it I could do this all day. He's easily one of the most interesting side characters and has such an incredibly fascinating backstory when you consider who he's become as a person. He isn't afraid to follow his own moral code. I have respect for that. Monty Green was always generally shown as Jasper's sidekick, but he came alive in season 2 and ultimately showed how heroic and loyal he was to his people and his friends. Minty? What a concept. A dream. A light in the darkness. A wondrous marvel. This is a glorious ship. I am alive and thriving for this ship. It's just a crackship? Buddy, I have some wild news for you; that will not stop me from shipping the notion of Monty Green and Nathan Miller romantically or even as a mere brotp--there's no discrimination here I'm shipping all of the possibilities of Minty my dear don't be afraid. Minty may never happen but rest assured it's not dying off any time soon you could kill one of them and I'll still be here banging pots and pans shouting their names to the sky from the deck of my glorious train. Also, did I mention Jarod Joseph himself conducts this train? What a time for breathing, kids. All aboarD, my friends--free tickets we're not stopping anytime soon choo choO.
“buried deep”

I BLAME DOUBLEPINES FOR MAKING ME BOARD THE PINECEST TRAIN. CHOO-CHOO, MOTHERFUCKERS. I TOLD MYSELF I WASN’T GONNA DO IT, BUT I DID.  AND I SPENT WAY TO MUCH TIME ON THIS.  I’M SO SORRY, JESUS.

ok now that that’s out of the way, this takes place before the start of Mabel’s Dream Boy AU from Dipper’s POV because I wanted to incorporate headcanons about Dipper’s thought process throughout the whole realization thing.

it’s pretty tame sexiness-wise so I’m dubbing it sfw (but I’m planning on maybe writing some nsfw stuff later for this au mwahahaha)

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