well my internet is screwed up and will be for a month

It’s early in the morning and nobody will probably read this but I just had the greatest ‘humans are space orcs’ idea

Imagine if humans are the only species that experiences impatience.

Think about it. Most prey animals are extremely patient. Ever meet a deer or a rabbit in the woods and hold still to try and out-wait the thing? I can guarantee your brain starts sending bored bored bored messages very quickly, and your instincts start telling you to give up and find something else to do. Humans can do the patience thing- as evidenced by our endurance hunting methods- but our instincts tell us not to. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this feels like a predator development. I have the idea that if aliens are mostly prey-based, and we’re predator-based, then the aliens will be very patient and we just aren’t.

As an evolutionary development, being impatient can be brilliant. It means that we didn’t sit around and wait for the ice caps to warm up, we knew we didn’t have the technology to survive that level of cold, but we did it anyways. We were trying to send people into the sky and then into space before we had fully figured it all out, simply because we didn’t want to wait and think it out, we wanted SPACE and we wanted it NOW. And personally, I tend to be extremely productive and inventive when I’m feeling impatient. Mechanic is booked for a few days? I’ll figure out how to change my oil and tires and tint my car’s windows myself. Strawberry season is still 4 months away? I’ll get a heat lamp setup and grow them myself. Friends can’t visit and help move furniture for a week? I’ll build a trolley out of some toy cars, tape, a chessboard, and do all the lifting myself.

This impatience is what made us design faster cars, faster computers, faster internet, faster communication, methods of growing food faster, of processing food faster, we’re always looking for the quickest and most efficient thing simply because we are not patient. 

Impatience leads to a type of creativity and persistence that patience just doesn’t have.

Imagine aliens starting to realize this.

“You got to your moon before you had developed LED screens??? You didn’t even have computers that could do basic math?!”
“Well, what else were we gonna do, sit around and wait?”

“Your planes don’t have gravitational control? Don’t you experience discomfort from the acceleration and directional changes?”
“Sure. But we needed to get on the other side of the planet in a decent amount of time.”
“So… what you’re articulating is that you’d rather have physical distress than have to have a long journey?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Human____, our mechanical teams will be on site in several of your earth hours, so we won’t be going anywhere until then.”
“Screw that. Where’s the manual for this thing? I bet I can fix it.”
“But you don’t have any mechanical training.”
“I also don’t feel like sitting around on this rock for ages.”

“You’re back already? I thought your medical representative told you to not be walking on that limb for another of your weeks.”
“Ugh. I just can’t anymore. I’ve got to get up and move and do something, anything.”
“But doesn’t that hurt to walk on?”
“Absolutely.”
“…You would choose pain over waiting?”
“What can I say, I’m not a patient person.”

Like aliens just being baffled that humans would rather work hard or struggle with a problem or even experience pain and discomfort. They, as prey species, are used to just waiting it out. They don’t have the same impatience driving them to get up and go and to fight through things just because they can’t wait any longer.

Bonus: 
Human: Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Alien: Why don’t you have time? Is something scheduled soon?
Human: No, I just don’t feel like wasting time.
Alien: But… it’s not wasted. It’s time well spent. And you do technically have the time to spare for that. If there’s nothing scheduled, then you do ‘got time for that’.
Human: No. No, I don’t. It’s just… no.

Bloom — Part II — Autumn

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Bloom: Part I


Over the next few months, Harry had become quite the regular customer in her little store. He visited often, sometimes without even buying anything, and she was pleased that they’d become friends. She still didn’t have many of those around the area, and it was always a nice surprise when Harry stopped by to see her.

They most often talked about his dating life.

He stopped by the store every time he took a girl out for the first time, which was a lot recently. He’d finally been given a break after touring and doing promotion for his first album, and he took it as a chance to have fun and stay close to home for a little while. Dating was something that he hadn’t done properly in years, and he thought, why not?

So far he’d been on eight first dates, and he’d purchased flowers from her every single time. Lilies, to be exact, and every time he would fill him in on what had happened with the last girl he’d seen. They were all lovely, and he didn’t bash them by any means—but it was nice to have a friend to talk to about it all.

On one night in particular, she was just about to close up the shop when she heard the bells ringing.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” she called out from behind the counter, tucking one of the encyclopedias away that she’d been reading up on that day.

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Merry Christmas @watsonofabitch!

I hope you enjoy this :D

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Bad Santa

“Wait, what?” Stiles sputters, spitting Cheetos everywhere. He twists round to stare at Scott, the episode of Brooklyn 99 they’re watching forgotten.

“Secret Santa.”

Stiles gapes. “Seriously?”

Scott shrugs, “I thought it would be nice.”

“Nice.”

“Y’know, promote pack bonding or whatever.”

“And you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?”

“I sent a text,” Scott’s face falls. “Oh, wait, I sent it a couple of weeks back, around the time your phone was broken.”

“Oh my god, Scott. When I didn’t get back to you, you could have e-mailed me. Or skyped. Or written me a letter or something.”

“There were giants, man. Actual giants. I was distracted.” Stiles rolls his eyes, and Scott sighs. “I honestly thought you knew. I didn’t make the connection between the lack of reply and the broken phone until just now.”

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IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

[click title to go to ao3]
dear evan hansen
evan hansen/jared kleinman

WARNINGS:

tw panic attacks, described in at most three to five sentences
post-canon, canon divergent
this is evan hansen’s pov in second person C: thought it was better that way hahaha
jared’s hands smell/taste like bath bombs

SUMMARY:

“You work at a flower shop.” You use your foot to open the trash bin and dump the pot in, turn to sweep up the soil and put it in the back for later use. Very funny.

“You work at Lush.”

“Ouch. Okay, fine. This place looks cool. I just didn’t expect to see you here.” Well, you didn’t either. Who’s he buying flowers for, anyways?

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I want you back

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Featuring: Robert Downey Jr.

Words: 1663

Warnings: none

Request: none

Tags: none

Notes: I hope you like it! I just came up with this and I felt like writing it. It was a bit tough since I have a massive cold with a massive headache but oh well, I did my best!

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by 107th-infantry



Finding an outfit for this red carpet had been a real challenge. Usually, you didn’t care much about this kind of stuff but for some reason, you really wanted to look stunning that day. Of course, you knew why. He was going to be there. How couldn’t he be when he was a part of the movie? But it had been almost a year since the last time you saw him. Almost a year since he stormed out of your apartment after you broke up with him.

Every time you thought about the fight you realized how stupid it had been. He had been filming so many stuff, barely having time for you and you just got sick of it. You were his girlfriend, not just someone to sleep with. But it hasn’t been fair and you knew it. Your schedule wasn’t the best either. Being an actress, like him, made it hard for the two of you to find time but that didn’t mean you didn’t love him with everything you had, just like he loved you with everyone he had.

The question was…did he still love you? Maybe you would find out at the Infinity War premier that night. Sebastian aka Bucky Barnes, was going to be there, along with the whole team who knew what had happened between you two. Awkward? Nah.

As you were getting closer to the premier you were getting nervous seeing all the crowd. Your relationship hasn’t been a secret so the spotlight probably was going to be on the two of you. No pressure. Your car stopped and you took a minute to calm down before nodding to the driver so he got out of the car, walked around the car and opened the door for you, helping you out so you wouldn’t crash your head against the floor which could happen easily with the heels you were using. Damn fashion.

Immediately, you were blinded by all the flashes and you started hearing your name being called. As you used to do, you took your time fixing your dress to compose yourself before looking up with a bright smile. Fame was all about smiling after all. You approached the fans that had been waiting there probably all night and started taking photos with them before you posed for the cameras. The same old thing.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your name being called by a familiar voice. When you turned around you saw Robert walking over you.

“Iron Man in the flesh!” You smiled hugging him. “How are you?” You asked him after you two pulled away. “Nervous?”

“Oh c’mon, you know I don’t get nervous with these things” he laughed. “Actually, I could shit myself right now but let’s keep that between us” he winked making you laugh out loud. “How have you been? It’s been ages!”

“You know, here and there, working a lot” you shrugged. “Nothing new to be honest”

“Your last movie was great I must admit” he congratulated you.

“Thank you! I’m so happy about how it turned out” you said.

“(Y/N)! Robert! Please, a photo!” a paparazzi said.

“Work time” you both said laughing before you turned to pose for some pictures.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Robert smiled. “Oh, by the way, he’s somewhere over there” he added before walking to the fans.

And that was exactly what you needed to know. Suddenly you felt your palms sweating and your heart beating with strength. You thought you were mentally prepared for this but maybe, just maybe, you were wrong. Taking a deep breath, you ignored the nervousness and walked over the fans to keep on taking photos.

“(Y/N)! Can we have a word?” A journalist said.

“Of course” you smiled.

“First of all, let me and all our readers congratulate you for all the amazing work you’ve been doing lately” the woman said.

“Thank you so much, I’m so proud of it and so happy. I never thought it would turn out that fine to be honest” you smiled.

“So tell us, is it true that you’ve been casted for the next season of Game of Thrones?” She asked making you laugh. You had been asked about that so many times lately.

“A girl has no answer” you winked making her laugh. “I’m not allowed to say anything” you shrugged.

“Are you excited about this movie?” She asked.

“I am! I’ve always been a huge Marvel fan and I can’t wait to see what they’ve done this time” you nodded.

“So you know nothing about the plot?” She asked.

“Absolutely nothing. I’m as clueless as you guys” you smiled.

“(Y/F/N), what a pleasant surprise” a voice said behind you. That voice.

You turned around slowly and your breath got stuck in your throat as you saw him. He just looked so good in that black tux, with that stubble and that warmth in his eyes.

“Seb” you smiled a little.

As soon as the paparazzi spotted the two of you, they started taking photos like crazy, which made you feel a bit uncomfortable since you knew it would be all over internet in less than an hour, people would be speculating about the two of you and you really didn’t want that. But there was nothing you could do about it.

“How are you?” He asked taking a step towards you as you did the same.

“Fine” you nodded. “You?” You asked back.

“Nervous” he chuckled.

“I’m sure the movie is great” you said.

All you wanted to do was hugging him but you didn’t want to do it in front of all the press. And somehow you knew he wanted the same thing.

“Congratulations on your new movie” he said quickly, making you smile widely.

“Thank you! But you don’t have to congratulate me today, Barnes” you winked, making him laugh. Before he could say anything, someone called his name so he sighed and looked back at you.

“Can we talk later?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure” you nodded, feeling how your cheeks turned red.

He smiled at you and looked around, like he wanted to do something but wasn’t sure about all the people. Finally, he just leaned in a placed a small kiss on your cheek, too close to your lips and left, making you feel like a nervous wreck, like a fifteen-year-old teenager all over again.

“Damn you, Stan” you chuckled to yourself.

Soon enough, you all went inside the theater to watch the movie. Just like you imagined, it was amazing, the best Marvel movie so far and it sucked that you just couldn’t share this moment with Seb. You remembered when you went with him to the Civil War premiere. It was so special holding his hand during the movie, letting him know how proud you were and how good the movie was. This time all you could do was watching from afar how people congratulated him.

What you didn’t expect was that he was going to walk away from everyone and approached you, ignoring all the people trying to talk to him.

“Can we talk?” He said when he was in front of you.

“Yeah…” you said nervous for the sudden urgency.

He took your hand and dragged you out of the room where everyone was. He started walking through the theatre until he opened a door and walked in with you. Immediately you recognized it as the projection room. He closed the door and took a deep breath.

“I really needed to get away from all that” he chuckled. “It gets overwhelming” he added.

“I know” you smiled at him. “So…what did you want to talk about?” You asked.

Probably he expected to have a little more time to prepare himself since his face looked shocked. Maybe you should give him some time but the two of you had had enough time already. Almost a year.

“Okay, I kind of had prepared a whole speech for this moment but screw it” he laughed. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. When I walked out of your apartment that evening I was loving you more than ever before but when I realized it was too late and I was too proud” he said.

What he was saying was exactly what you needed to hear from him. You felt exactly the same way and you missed him like crazy as well. These past few months had been tough without him.

“I missed you too” you said with a smile.

“Miss you? No, I didn’t miss you. I’ve been miserable without you, incomplete. I need you in my life, always and I was an idiot for not coming back to you the moment I left” he said walking over you. “I want you back” he sighed.

You bite your lip trying to hide your smile which was impossible to do. You had been waiting so long for this moment you didn’t even know how to react now that it had happened. There he was, the love of your life, telling you he still loved you. And there you were, silent like an idiot.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in fear.

“I…” you chuckled and looked down. “I should’ve chased after you that day you know? Maybe you were an idiot for walking out of my apartment but I was an idiot too for letting you go” you said with a shrug. “I’ve missed you more than words can explain and I’ve dreamed of this moment even when I was awake” you said taking his hand in yours.

“Does that mean…?” He asked biting his lip.

“That there still is an empty drawer for you at my place” you said looking up at him. He smiled widely and pulled you closer.

“I love you” he whispered before kissing you slowly, making you feel complete and whole again, like finally nothing was missing in your life. Sebastian was back. Everything was back in place after all this time.

That’s what adults do. We fuck up.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Genevieve
Word count : 1,460
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 6 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



Gen was drinking coffee, watching the boys eat their breakfast when her phone rang. “Hey Dani.” She smiled.

“Hi Aunty Dani!” The boys yelled.

She could hear Danneel laughing. “Tell the boys I said hi.

“Aunty Dani says you better stop fooling around and eat your breakfast.”

Danneel laughed again. “Nice, Gen.

Gen smiled. “What’s up?”

Jared didn’t come home this weekend?”

Gen sighed. “No. I uh, I needed some time.” She wasn’t going to elaborate with the kids there, so she left it at that, knowing her friend would understand. “Why?”

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Lost (Lin x Reader)

AN: another short one, but school. There will be at least one more part.

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18

Request: Anonymous- 13 with Lin thx love ya13. “I lost our baby.”

Warning: death mention 

Word Count: 1,140

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You got home and collapsed on the couch after what was roughly your five thousandth doctor’s appointment over the last eight and a half months. Since you left school for maternity leave, earlier than you would have liked, but Lin insisted, all you had were trips to the doctor and sub plans to check over obsessively. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how much time your husband spent at the theater. With him around, it wasn’t so bad, but you didn’t want to get in the way of the multitude of other projects he had or keep him for what little sleep he did get, so it was really just him in your general vicinity to help you be a little more at peace. He would do more to help if you had let him, but he had so much else to worry about that you felt guilty when he focused on you.

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Not the One Part: 2

L; Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed

Warnings: CUSSING. Angst. 

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I haven’t updated this sooner but I went to my boyfriends’ house and didn’t have access to the internet. 

Originally posted by astrorhea

You woke up with your eyes glued shut with dried tears. You sighed as you thought about what happened 3 months and you clutched your chest as you thought about Bucky’s confession. Your eyes started to sting with new found tears as they burst through your eyelids that were still screwed shut but that didn’t stop your heart to continue to break. You breathed through your nose and let it out of your mouth as you tried to lessen the pain by breathing slowly.

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anonymous asked:

i headcanon isak's mother having OCD from what we've heard/seen of her and when she's finally diagnosed it takes isak a few days to process what that means and he does a ton of research and talks to her about it and to even to learn and figure it out and as he's searching he stumbles along other anxiety disorders and finds a lot of symptoms he has and it scares the crap out of him because his boyfriend having a MI? okay. his mom? okay. but him was a different story. could you write about that?

Having a Name for it can be Scary; 2150ish words
[AO3]

Isak had been barely thirteen the first time he heard the word ‘schizophrenic’.  It had been a scary word; even just the sound it made in his mouth was harsh.  He realised quickly that it was also a taboo word.  His parents refused to talk about it and Isak was too young to care enough to push further than that.

After he moved out he didn’t really think of it again; too busy rebuilding his life to do much else.

The thing is: since getting with Even, Isak had slowly been rebuilding his relationship with his mother.  And part of that had been educating himself about the way her brain worked.  He had been reading all about schizophrenia and his heart had twisted painfully in his chest at the familiarity of it all.

As is often the way with the internet, one thing led to another almost seamlessly.  One web page had listed bipolar disorder as a similar condition to schizophrenia, which had resulted in a little detour in Isak’s research.  Honestly though, he tried not to read up on bipolar because he knew it made Even uncomfortable so he wasn’t on that page for long.

It was only when he was about to exit out of that website entirely that he noticed a list on the side of the page of related disorders.  The words ‘anxiety and panic disorders’ caught his eye and he remembered reading about how anxiety could be a trigger for episodes.

And so he clicked.

At first he had been reading with his mother in mind, thinking about how his father always used to warn him not to stress her out, but then he came across something called ‘generalised anxiety disorder’.  The more he read about it the more he felt like the bottom of his stomach had fallen out; like suddenly being plummeted from the top of a rollercoaster.

Excessive worrying, restlessness and feeling on edge, muscle tension, headaches, difficulty concentrating, difficulty sleeping and staying asleep, being easily startled.

All common things in the day to day life of Isak Valtersen.

When he got to the part about the causes of GAD and saw the words ‘abnormal functioning in particular brain regions’ he slammed his laptop shut and dumped it unceremoniously onto the floor by their bed.

For possibly the first time ever, Isak was glad that Even was at work and he had the flat to himself.

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We Built This House (On Memories) // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: slight angst, mostly fluff tho

Words: 1.8k 

Relationship status: together

Warnings: none

Summary: … he’s afraid to….as if it’s someone else’s house. Not his. But it is his house. It just doesn’t feel like it yet. / AKA an obligatory Dan and Phil moving fic

A/N: I wrote this in literally twenty minutes, so it’s v bad, but I felt like it was my duty as a phanfic writer that I do this, so…yeah.

Title comes from “House of Memories” by P!ATD (I know it’s overused for titles, but I just couldn’t help myself)

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Wedding Bells

Let me start off this plea for help with that I don’t deserve it. What’s going to happen to me soon I absolutely asked for, but god, someone please save me.

I’m a perv. I hack into girl’s computers and watch them in their houses from their webcams, or even better, their rooms. Catch them doing yoga, undressing, it’s truly my lucky day when I can catch them masturbating. Once I even caught this lesbian couple, but they didn’t do anything fun- just tickled each other and planned their honeymoon. So. Boring.

It’s a victimless crime. I get my rocks off or enjoy your conversations, and the people never even know I was there.

But I peaked into the wrong cam.

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flora’s first sterek fic rec

guys this was literally a long time coming and this was only the first 8 pages of my bookmarks on ao3 (which if u wanna see is here) from my first post ever. there will be more to come pal!

also @michelanqelx (i’m sorry for being, like, months late for this fic rec!)

i see the best of me inside your eyes by grandeur [1663] NR 

“I feel like this might be MTV show worthy,” Stiles says suddenly, and even at Derek’s exasperated look, adds, “This should be an episode of True Life. True Life: I’m Seventeen and Already Shopping for Curtains Because My Older Boyfriend Is a Moron.”

animal skins by gasmsinc [2278 words] G

The first time Stiles dresses Caleb up in a ridiculous outfit, Derek thinks it’s a joke. He comes home from work one day, and is greeted by the sight of their newborn pup in a zebra onesie complete with ears and a tail.

Seaside Framed in Glass by mrecookies [2435] T

“I’m going to name you Derek,” Stiles announces, still looking cross-eyed at the puppy in his hands. It’s looking back with a confused and sad expression, probably asking Stiles in some baby dog language why it’s being named after a brooding werewolf. “It’s because you’re always sulking, even though I got you a nice basket and biscuits and everything,” he says sternly. The puppy whines and hangs its head.

Derek is pretty cute.

Can’t Sleep by TylerM [3210] G

When Isaac is woken up from a night terror that he can’t get back to sleep from he seeks comfort from the two people he needs to know are okay.

The only problem is he is too scared to actually ask for it.

Sterek relationship. Everyone is pack. Pack mom Stiles to the rescue.

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution [5551] T

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

The Scientific Method by uraneia [5947] T

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek’s kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Extenuating Circumstances by flaming_muse [18411] T

Five times Stiles doesn’t believe it when Derek shows him affection (because he’s spent too much time reading stupid things on the internet), and one time he finally listens.

(Or, the one where I laugh my way through fandom tropes.)

set after season 2, no spoilers for season 3

*flora’s note: this was apparently bookmared with “absolute fave” so i’m definitely gonna go read it right now! maybe, you guys want to too!*

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| Just A Role | Dave Strider

You were dying.

He knew it. You knew it. By god did he know it. But that didn’t stop him from trying to save you.

“Hang on Y/N,” He said shortly, the normal fluidity of his voice breaking for the first time since you’d met him, the ‘cool guy’ facade shattering before your eyes.

“Dave,” You tried to speak but it ended up coming out as a wet cough, blood dribbling down your mouth. Dave stiffened, looking directly at you from behind the glasses, trying not to let his gaze stray to the scarred tissue in your abdomen, to the place on your body stained red.

“Come on, there must be something,” He was mumbling to himself, frantically looking through his sylladex. But you knew he had never and could never captchalogue something that would save you. Not at this point. You were too far gone - in fact you could feel the world slipping away as the edges of your vision darkened.

“Dave,” You croaked again, fruitlessly, insistently, weakly, determinedly. He finally snapped.

“What?!” He asked. You didn’t even have it in you to respond to the harshness. The only thing on your mind was how you couldn’t see his full expression - the glasses being a block to the outside world. To you. With the last of your strength you reached a hand up to his face. Dave just stayed there like a statue above you as you knocked the offending dark sunglasses from the bridge of his nose.

And your own eyes widened.

The crimson eyes were shining, burning, looking deeply into yours. But there were tears brimming there, tears that he hadn’t let shed down his cheeks. Tears blurring his eyes. Tears that caused you to smile. So Mr. Strider had some emotions after all.

“Y/N, Y-Y/N, I-” His voice broke again and something that sounded suspiciously like a strangled cry got caught in his throat.

“Shh, Dave. For once….shut up.”

Because you were dying. He knew it. You knew it. But now he knew there was nothing he could do to change that fact.

He leant to press his forehead to yours, tears dripping onto your cheeks. You laughed weakly, not even having the strength to cough anymore, shutting your own eyes without your volition. It seemed you just couldn’t keep them open anymore.

“Dave.”

A word in the silence, the silence that was only broken by Dave’s quiet cries and your ragged gasps for air, your chest slowing in its heaves. You let out a last smile.

“It’s ok.”

And your chest completely stopped moving.

Dave let out a sound of agony. He held onto your body tightly, heartbrokenly, wanting to die himself-

And then he smiled.

Another moment later he grinned. Then he was full out chuckling.

“Y/N,” He laughed. It took you only a split moment to realize your mistake and you opened an eye, groaning.

“Agh!”

“CUT!!”

You closed your eyes again, inwardly killing yourself as Dave rolled off of you, collapsing in joyous laughter. The director was next to you guys in another five breaths. You lent up on an elbow, shyly meeting his annoyed eyes. There was a glint of amusement there as well, but it was mostly overshadowed by fatigue.

“I’m sorry-”

“Y/N,” the deep voice of the director interrupted and you sighed noisily.

“The lines are 'don’t forget me’ Y/N,” He let a hand press to his forehead, and if this were an anime, you would be able to see the anger marks on his head. “How many times do we have to go over this??”

“I know!” You lamented, shoving an elbow into Dave’s side to stop his giggles. He only offered you a smirk and you sent him a glare that said: 'you are so getting it later’. “It’s just that, I don’t know, those words always come out!”

“This is the fifth time redoing this scene Y/N! Can’t you just die properly??!”

You opened your mouth, offended, until you saw the slight tugging upward of the director’s lips.

“Ha ha,” you said dryly, wiping the fake blood from your lips as you finally sat up. He only gave you another look before dropping the script in his hands into your lap.

“That’s a wrap today guys!” He yelled and the entire set let out sighs of relief. The camera man up top sagged happily. “We’ll, hopefully, finish this scene tomorrow.”

You pointedly ignored his side glance as you got off the floor, hopping down onto the real ground, letting the crew roll the set to the side. The director’s words had set off a burst of motion as people were moving everywhere, glad to be done for the day.

You ran a hand through your hair. You see, you were an actress on the famous television show, Homestuck. By famous, you meant famous. The show was a rage on the internet, most of the fans being teenagers. It had already won several Grammys, and you were sure with the upcoming season it would get even more popular. Considering you were -spoiler alert - going to die.

Haha you just knew that would cause chaos in the fandom.

(Oh well you were coming back anyway. Woops another spoiler.)

You weren’t bragging when you said this (oh who’s kidding you were definitely bragging) but you were an intensely liked character on the show. The amount of fanart with you in it kinda amused you and weirded you as well.

You shook your head, focusing instead on the line you had messed up continuously today.

“Why can’t I get this?!” You moved to slap your head only for soft fingers to hold your wrist. You looked up, surprised, to see the gentle eyes of the one and only main star.

“I don’t think hurting yourself’s gonna help,” John Egbert raised an eyebrow at you. You just scoffed.

“You never know,” You retorted. He just gave an easy chuckle, reaching into his pocket to draw out a handkerchief. He dragged the material across your face, and you screwed up your face in defiance. When it came back, the once white cloth had a large red smudge. You sniffed.

“Thanks,” You said grudgingly, air puffing up your cheeks as you refused to look at him. He just laughed again, clear and bright as he tucked the handkerchief into your shirt pocket before patting your head. He removed the fake glasses, tucking them on the collar of his shirt.

“Aww,” He cooed. “Stop being so cute Y/N.”

You jerked and without your permission could feel your face heat up.

“Wh-Wha?!”

John snickered at the look on your face. You leapt at him in anger but he jumped back, escaping your frustration and proceeded to book it out of there, but not without sticking his tongue out at you. You shook a fist in the air at his retreating back.

“You better run brat!”

“Heh.”

You jumped a bit, turning at the sound. Dave Strider was behind you, a towel around his neck, a water bottle in his left hand.

“Getting it on with Egbert I see?” He smirked. You bristled.

“Oh shut up. More like he was mothering me.”

“Well the fanbase doesn’t seem to think so,” He chuckled. At your confused blink he showed you his phone, waving it teasingly. “Look at what I found~.”

You gave him a suspicious glare but grabbed the tech from him, curiosity winning you over.

Then you promptly recoiled in horror.

There, on the screen, was a picture, definitely fan art, of you and John. But it wasn’t innocent. FAR FROM. His glasses were on the floor, a few feet away from the two of your forms. But purposely still in the frame. But that obviously wasn’t the horrible part. You couldn’t see John’s face from the position, but by the hair, and the before mentioned glasses on the floor, it was obviously him. He had picture you pinned to the wall, hair suspiciously ruffled. Picture you had your hands in his hair, and mouth slightly open and - wait what-

“Eek!” You screeched, shoving the phone back into Dave’s hand like it was on fire. Why why why why WHY?!!!

Dave just laughed at your distress and tapped you on the nose. “You’re too easy sometimes Y/N.”

You sputtered but then he was already walking away, waving a hand bye in the air without turning around. You stared after him for a bit, heart pounding. You bit your lip. This was bad. You were falling even deeper into a hole with what you were doing, with your feelings.

Terezi walked past you, smirking, glasses tilted down so she could look at you. “Careful Y/N. Dave’s ass might burst on fire from how hard you’re staring at it.”

You immediately caught her in a head hold.

“What was that?!!”

“Ahh!! Ahah! I’m sorry! Let me go!”

Grovel!!

Ahhhh!!


You sat at the table in your dressing room, sulking.

“Don’t forget me, don’t forget me.” You went over the lines. Don’t get distracted-

Blond hair.

A groan.

“I can’t get him out of my head!!” You slammed your head down into your hands. And you knew exactly why. It was no longer a thing to ponder.

You were completely, utterly, head over heels for Dave Strider.

You’d known that for a couple months now actually.

And it was killing you. You’d broken the unspoken rule of all actors/actresses everywhere. That it was just a show. That it didn’t matter in real life. In Homestuck, Dave and you were the most shipped characters. In the show the both of you had feelings for each other but none of you would admit it. It absolutely drove the fans crazy.

But it drove you crazy as well.

At first it was just that, just an acting position. But then that turned into stealing glances. Then it turned into actual blushing, not just something you forced for the cameras every time he grabbed your hand. Every time he gave that smirk of his or the nonchalant gaze. Then it only progressed from there till butterflies erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of the Strider.

But you couldn’t love him. You knew that. After all, it was just a role.

You gave your tired face another look in the mirror, wiping off the last of the makeup and grimacing at the bags under your eyes. The bags produced by the many times you stayed up thinking about a certain male with blonde locks and dark shades.

“Screw my life…” you muttered.

“Well that’s not nice. What did it ever do to you?”

You jumped again, provoking a chuckle from the Strider you knew was at your door. Only he had a fetish for scaring you like that.

“What do you want Dave?” You turned in your spin chair, giving him an unamused glare, trying to shove away the thoughts you were having mere seconds ago. Shove away the way you felt shivers at the sound of his voice, huskier with exhaustion. “How’d you even get in here?”

He knocked the back of his knuckles loosely on the door behind him. “You left the door open, genius.”

“Well then lock it.”

A pause.

Dave’s eyebrows were raised, stunned. You furrowed your own brows, confused, before you realized. You had just asked him to lock the door. While he was still in the room. Just the two of you.

You blushed in horror just as the surprise was wiped clean from his face. He smirked, a mischievous glint flashing cross his eyes.

“W-wait-” You tried to correct your mistake. “You know that’s not w-what I meant-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Dave tutted as he shut the door with the slightest shift of his wrist, fluidly turning the lock in a smooth movement that had you gulping. A dark amusement encompassed his features. “Why I never knew you thought of me like that, Y/N. Not that I’m complaining.”

I do, so much. “I don’t.”

“I’m getting mixed signals here babe.”

“Do I have to tie you down to get you to shut up?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

Oh for Pete’s sake.

“I hate you…” you mumbled, dropping your head onto the desk to drown out his sniggering.

“No you don’t,” He said simply, walking round your space.

“What are you even doing here?”

“Can’t I just come and visit my favourite actress?”

“Dave.”

“Fine,” He shrugged, leaning against the wall. He took of his shades, pinning you in place with his eyes. “I know you Y/N. You don’t make the same mistake too many times. But this line has been bothering you for long. Too long. What’s up?”

You opened your mouth.

“And don’t give me any crap about you 'just let it slip out’. That might work on the director, but not me.”

You closed it, biting down on the flesh of your bottom lip.

“I really have no idea though.” You lied.

“Bull.”

You groaned. You should have known he wouldn’t have been fooled. “Can’t you just drop it?”

“No I can’t. If it’s bothering you this much, why can’t you tell me?”

Because it pertains to you. “….”

You closed your eyes in silence, wishing him away mentally. When you heard nothing but a shuffle, you peeked an eye open.

Only to see him right infront your face.

You shrieked, the chair rolling back as you stood, pushing him away. “What the heck, dude?”

You backed up quickly, not thinking until you felt the edge of the couch in the corner. You stopped yourself but it was too late, your balance offed, and you were falling backwards onto the sofa. Before you knew it Dave was infront of the couch, then he was over you, pinning you to the soft cushion.

What.

What.

“Dave!” You screeched. Was this actually happening?!!!

You tried to move but Dave kept your legs down with his, pinning your arms to the side of your head with his. You could feel your mind blanking. You couldn’t believe it. What was he doing?!! 

Ironic huh? A little voice echoed in the back of your head but you ignored it.

“I’m not letting you up till you tell me,” He popped the last syllable. You made one last effort to escape his hold, but that ended up in you only wriggling underneath his surprisingly strong grip, back arching your chest into his.

You felt a burst of heat in your stomach at the contact and you stopped immediately.

You rested your head on the armrest beneath it in defeat. Dave studied you. You vaguely noticed how his brown eyes seemed red in that moment, the strange coloring actually looking wine colored at this angle. But that was impossible, he had his red contacts off. Maybe it was the lighting? Some things were better off not thought about.

“Are you being serious about this?”

“Yup.”

You breathed out. You had no choice. Dave knew you well, too well. He’d be able to tell if you were lying. You had to tell the truth.

“I wasn’t fully lying when I said I couldn’t help it. That’s true. It’s just that…” You looked backed at him, chuckling at the likeliness of this scene to the one in the show. Dave hovering over you, hair hanging into his face. Only his eyes weren’t teary. Only there wasn’t a heart wrenching expression taking over his handsome features.

“That?” He prompted.

“'Don’t forget me’,” You said. “I know what the line is Dave. Besides what you think, I actually passed school.”

“So then why do you keep saying 'It’s ok’?” Dave sounded frustrated that you weren’t getting to the point.

“Because of you!” You snapped. He blinked, the tight grip on your wrists loosening.

“What?”

“Because of you,” You repeated, but softly this time. “Your face Dave…You looked so scared….I just…..” You swallowed. “I know you knew I wasn’t really dying but I felt like I needed to reassure you. Reassure you that I wasn’t going anywhere. Reassure you that I was indeed, going to be ok. That’s why I kept saying it.”

Dave looked absolutely stunned at your confession. But the frustrated look didn’t lessen. “But why? Why did you need to reassure me so much? You’ve done similar roles with the others in the past. Why not them?”

“Because they’re not you, Dave!” You practically shouted. Your mouth was running ahead of your brain. “Because I lov-”

Your mouth snapped shut so fast, your teeth vibrated painfully against each other.

Oh my gosh.

Dave’s frustrated face melted into something else, something foreign, something you couldn’t place.

“You what?”

“Nothing.”

“You what Y/N?” It didn’t sound like a question anymore. More like he was desperate for you to finish. Or, even worse, he knew what you were going to say and wanted you to say it yourself.

And that terrified you.

“I said it’s nothing.” You forced.

“I don’t think it was nothing though,” Dave decided for you.

“Dave,” You stared, a warning in your voice.

“You see, I think -”

“Dave-”

“- that you were going to say -”

Dave!” Not a warning anymore. Now you were just trying anything to prevent him from saying it.

“ - that you love me.”

And your heart stopped.

You stopped breathing literally for a second, air hitching in your throat. You attempted to look away but Dave kept you trapped in his intense gaze.

“And?” You eventually replied when the quiet seemed it would choke you. “And what if I did? What would you do then?”

You couldn’t run away from the topic anymore. Now that your heart was bared before him, you might as well hear his response.

“What I would do?” Dave mused. “Well….” He bent his face down slowly until you could feel his breath against your cheek. “I’d probably do this….”

“Dave,” You stuttered as his face drew closer, eyes wide.

“Mm?”

“T-there’s probably c-cameras in h-here-”

“You know what? I don’t really care.”

And then his lips were on yours.

A single thought entered your mind. You know, it would be pretty funny if those JohnxY/N shippers saw this.

Then you shoved the thought aside and immersed yourself into what was more important. That Dave Strider was kissing you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Everything but him left your mind as his hands left your wrists to cup your face.

No his mouth didn’t taste like strawberries.

Nor did he taste like mint or cinnamon or anything stupid like what you’d find in sappy romance books. His lips tasted exactly like you’d expect them to - like lips. Like skin. 

They molded yours gently at first, then rougher, and by the time his tongue slithered into your mouth you came to a conclusion. He did taste like something, somewhat. 

He tasted like the flavoured water he had been drinking earlier - just that tiny bit lemon that tinted the neutral of his mouth. Your hands feebly gripped his shoulders and in the back of your mind you hoped you didn’t taste bad either, but that was honestly the last thing on your mind as he pressed you down into the couch with a growl.

You arched into him, shivering, moving your hands to tug at his hair instead. He bit down on your lip, mumbling between kisses.

“And here I thought you were miss awkward innocent.”

You tried not to, but before you knew it you were smiling against his mouth. Then you were laughing, giggling as you attempted to bring back the passion but failed.

“Way to break the mood, idiot,” You said as he too let up on the intensity your mouths had previously shared, leaving light, airy brushes of his lips against yours. “And we both know that’s just a character I play. Though for some reason, your character on the other hand is just like you, you bastard.”

“What can I say,” He hummed, giving you one last kiss, a simple soft peck of his lips to yours, then another, and another, before retreating to look you in the eyes. “Not even the director can contain my swag.”

“You did not just say that,” You groaned, but were smiling brightly, chest heaving, taking in air.

Dave pressed his forehead to yours, a familiar move, but there were no tears this time, just an atmosphere of happiness that had you flying, had euphoria blossoming in your chest, slowly, beautifully.

After a comfortable silence:

“Oh, I love you too by the way, if you didn’t get that.”

“I don’t know….maybe you should show me one more time.”

“Hmm…maybe I should.”

A laugh in the quiet as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.




“Y/N, Y-Y/N I-”

“Dave, shh…..for once, shut up.”

His forehead pressing to yours.

“Dave.”

Everyone holding their breath.

“It’s ok.”

“CUT!!”

The director’s moan.

“Y/N! Are you serious?!!”

“Ahahaah!! You so did that on purpose didn’t you?!”

“She did what?!

"Dave! Oh my god! Shut up!”

Dave’s laughter.


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Realize -- Chapter Two “Whirlwind”

Tom HiddlestonxReader and reference to Sebastian StanxReader is the future perhaps?

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some of my own silly brain … Here’s Chapter Two :)

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

Chapter Two - Whirlwind

It was a whirlwind from there. You knew that this was going to be your big break, a major role in a broadway production opposite a famous leading man, it would take a lot of screwing up to not get at least a small career bump from that much luck and good press, but you had no idea just how big. It didn’t help matters that the internet had practically exploded with rumors about you and Tom since the pigtail selfie incident.  This was almost too much too fast, but you did your best to take it in stride. Thankfully, when you’d feel overwhelmed, Tom was there with kind words of support and advice.

Your agent, however, was about to kill you. After the limited run ended, you had gone from being a fairly unknown stage actress with a loyal, if tiny, band of fans, to one of the hottest new stars, the word “Tony” has even been bandied about but you were not holding your breath. There were offers upon offers for shows, movies, even a couple tv pilots, and you were taking your time trying to decide what was next. You agent just wanted you to pick something before the heat died down.

You didn’t want to be a movie star or famous, that was never your goal, you just liked living someone else’s life on stage in those fleeting personal performances that were gone as soon as they happened. It was truly living in and for the moment when you were on stage. You didn’t need to live in posterity on the silver screen, you were happy in your presenium. It was Tom who talked you into finally doing an independent film, a story that felt very real and close to your past. You felt a connection to the character so deeply that it ended up earning you a Golden Globe nomination. You took Lou as your date and had a fabulous night with her and Tom, even if you went home empty-handed.

The more you thought about how this all came into being, the more you realized it was all with Tom’s help and that made you smile. He really was a wonderful friend.

You were out in L.A. doing some press for the post globes wide release of your film when a sweet-faced and delightfully nerdy interviewer asked, “So, you’ve really become Miss Popular since your nomination, there are rumors you’re on the path to join your friend Tom in the Marvel Universe, is there any truth to the rumors or is Sebastian Stan just getting his hopes up?”

You covered your face and laughed, “I’ve heard that rumor too, but sadly, I can’t really say.”

She laughed along, “Awe, poor Sebastian, he’s been campaigning for you at every interview I’ve seen him do for the past two months.”

You giggle and wink at her camera as you say, “It’s good to know I have fans, Hey, Sebastian, call me.”

A week later, as you’re packing up to head back to New York, your phone rings.

“(Y/N), you’re staying in L.A.” your agent never bothered with pleasantries, “I got the call.”

You stop mid-packing, “What call?”

“Marvel.”


It was about a week later when you laughed as Tom crushed you in a hug. He had decided to celebrate you joining the “family” by surprising you when you got home from L.A. “Dear Lord, man, I need to breathe eventually.” He gave you an overly noisy kiss on the cheek as he keeps a hold of you but takes some of the boa constrictor out of the hug.

“I’ve missed you, hugging simply cannot be avoided.”

You laugh as you slowly if a bit reluctantly pull yourself out of his hug. “You saw me a week ago, Tom. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Just telling the truth. Welcome home.”

You dropped your bags in your bedroom and flop down on the couch next to Tom as he handed you a glass of wine. He seemed so at home here that you had a brilliant idea.“Tom?” You lean your head on his shoulder and smile at him.

“Hmm?” He smiled back and took a sip of his wine.

“Move in with me.”

He chokes a bit and laughs, “I think you skipped a few steps there, (Y/N), you should at least ask a man out to dinner first.”

You lightly punch his arm and he feigns grievous injury as you say, “Don’t be weird, I just mean that if you’re in New York anyway either for work or to hijack my Netflix, you may as well stay here, seems silly to keep living out of hotel rooms when you spend your time, whenever you are not asleep or working, here anyway. You’re one of my best friends, Tom, so, yeah, move in with me.”

The warm and genuine smile makes his eyes crinkle. “I’d love to.”

anonymous asked:

Hello!!!!! Can you please rec me fics where they have a past together (relationship/best friends or even if they hated each other)

Update : I split this post between Ex to lovers , and Ex friends to lovers cause it was such a mess ;)

(You can find some other ex to lovers fics but Canon, here)

 - Bigger Than Life  : “Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”His heart drops in his chest as he scrolls down, ignoring the short irrelevant article and looking desperately for a picture. Sure enough, there’s pap shots of Harry and Xander, walking hand in hand, looking drunk and cheerful and together.And that’s—that’s really not what Louis was expecting at all. (48k)

- No One Does It Better: : Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met. (53k)

- don’t tell the gods (we left a mess) : After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)

- Empty Skies : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates. (137k)

- Love Is A Rebellious Bird : AU in which the boys still make music.  Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero. (well I cheated because the ex part is so tiny but well)

- no pressure, no diamonds : A life of crime means there is no nine to five, no white picket fence and definitely no happily ever after. In a life where lying gets you everywhere and stealing things becomes a sport, there is no place for romantic endings. Louis knows this, and so does Harry. Problem is, they’re both wrong. orLouis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them. (42k)

- Whirlwind : AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

UPDATE : (last update on April 4th 2017)

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|Chapter 1|

“There’s something about her. Ya know? Like yeah, I’m pretty sure she could kick my ass….and I’d probably let her too. But she is just so damn beautiful….Baby doll is definitely the woman of my dreams… i mean….can I say that out loud or is that breaking kayfab too much?”

Eric, better known as Enzo Amore asked Renee Young during their interview for her little show. He shrugged his shoulders at a grinning Big Cass, before looking back at Renee. “Eh. Screw it. Its already been put out there.”

Kendra quickly hit pause on the video her best friend in the business, Sasha Banks, was showing her while they sat on the bench at the gym. “Hey!” Sasha complained. “It was just getting good.” Rolling her eyes, Kendra shoved the rest of her things into her duffle bag. “And what exactly was the good part?” She questioned snatching her water bottle off the floor. Sasha looked at her friend like she was crazy, before sliding her phone into her bag. “Um obviously the part where he confesses his undying love for you…duh..” This caused Kendra to snort. What kind of undying love was there to confess. For the passed three months Kendra had been running around the WWE trash talking her way through superstars and divas alike. Enzo and Big Cass had been in the way of her larger than life mouth a few times all ready. It was always fun to see the kind of faces Enzo made when she’d insult him. It kept her youthful. It really did. Outside of the WWE, it may have been a different story. They were put on flights together, tour buses. Meet and greats. Everything together. Kendra was lucky if a day went by where she didn’t see the tag team duo.

Standing up, she stretched her legs a bit. Not diving into all this Enzo Amore nonsense. Sasha eyed her suspiciously, standing as well. “You are being awfully quiet…its usually hard to make you shut up.” Glaring at Sasha, Kendra shook her head. “What is there to say? Oh gee, thanks Mr. Amore, I think you are swell too!” Kendra clasped her hands together and posed, causing laughter to erupt from her friend. “Okay…maybe not that. But, admit that you think he is cute. Admit that you enjoy his company. Don’t lie to yourself.” It was moments like this that Kendra wanted to give Sasha a clothesline(in a friendly way of course). Moments when she was absolutely right, but Kendra was just too stubborn to admit. She was a Guerrero after all. “I mean…..i guess his face is not a disaster.” Kendra spoke. She picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder, heading out of the gym.

“That’s a start!” Sasha yelled after her, jogging to catch up.

“Ow!”

Kendra groaned as her back hit the mat wrong for the fifth time. She laid there for a moment and closed her eyes. Counting to ten slowly. “Sorry…” She heard a faint mumble. A voice that belonged to a certain vibrant red head. In a gentle fashion, Kendra sat up and looked at the girl she was training with, Eva Marie. Who in turn, looked at her in frustration. “At least you are getting better.” Kendra replied. Though the two of them weren’t friends, Brian Kendrick had asked her to stop by since she was in town, and train with some people. She didn’t expect to be in a ring with Eva, she didn’t even want to be. But she could admit that she saw the NXT diva putting in work, and even improving. “Its okay…lets just call it a day.” Eva nodded her head slightly, before climbing out of the ring and gathering her things. Letting out a sigh, Kendra leaned against the ring ropes, trying to catch her breath and clear her head.

“Well look at you paying it forward.”

Just hearing his voice made Kendra close her eyes as tight as possible. Trying to disappear and or make him disappear. She was in no mood to deal with Colby Lopez or as people called him Seth Rollins. Kendra could hear him climbing into the ring with her. “What do you want long neck?” The old nickname caused Colby to grin, it was quite the throwback. Shaking his head as he got into the ring, he leaned on the opposite side of the ropes from her. Opening her eyes, Kendra stared at the man before her. She had avoided many awkward conversations and run ins with the former WWE champion since she had been with the company. But she knew that her dodging wouldn’t last. That at some point she would have to interact with him. “You…little lady, have been avoiding me. At all costs it seems. Care to explain that?”

“There may be people in this business I have to explain myself to…but you are not one if those people Colby. ”

“You hurt my feelings Kenny… What we had wasn’t a waste of time. Don’t you know that?”

He pushed himself off of the ropes and walked towards her, Kendra studied him. He had a stern look on his face. “Your father would be proud you know…to see one of his little girls making a name for herself.” She felt so disgusted, honestly. Kendra raised the bottom of shirt and wiped the sweat off her face. It was so very easy to channel her rage at the man in front of her. “Don’t start with me Lopez. I have no problem taking you down.” A smirk crossed Colby’s lips. “That’s what I’m hoping for Guerrero.” Kendra felt like if she rolled her eyes anymore they may get so tired that they jump out of her skull to escape. Instead of entertaining him anymore, Kendra turned around and climbed out of the ring, jumping down to the floor. ‘Just keep moving Ken…ignore this idiot.’

“ You know…i saw the most interesting thing on the internet today… Oh how I love Renee and her little WWE segments.. Anyways, it looks like you got yourself your own little admirer. How sweet…”

Kendra stopped walking, she sighed and grabbed her bag. Keeping her back to him. He was trying to bait her, trying to get her to engage him even more. She didn’t want to fall for it. No….she wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time around. But that didn’t stop Colby from continuing his verbal attack. “I just find it funny how all these nobodies are always trying to get at you…all of them.” Kendra pressed her lips tightly together, she could just smack him.

“Yeah…and the biggest nobody is standing behind me in the ring.”

She gave her bag a small squeeze as she made her way out the door. Not bothering to give two flying fucks about what she was leaving behind.

“And there she goes! The frog splash by Kendra Jade!!”

After making contact with Alicia Fox, Kendra quickly hooked her leg, holding on tight. Her head bobbing every time the ref’s hand smacked the mat. After the third time, she quickly got up, her ears throbbing as the crowd cheered for her and her music hit. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and took in a deep breath. Kendra had been knocking down competitors left and right. And though it was a good way to start off her career, it hadn’t been the competitors that she wanted. Not by a long shot. She raised her arms in victory, giving a small celebration to the crowd. Her celebration along with her music was cut short and interrupted by a familiar tune. Kendra dropped her arms to her sides, immediately glaring up the ramp towards the entrance. The crowd started to boo as the Women’s Champion, Charlotte and her father Ric Flair started to walk down to the ring, mic in hand.

“Wow! Give it up for Kendra everyone! A true Guerrero through and through.”

The crowd cheered at the mention of Kendra, causing the champ to give them a dirty look. “Oh..so you will cheer for her! A nobody! But you wont even cheer for your own Women’s Champion!” Shaking her head she followed her father up the steel steps and into the ring. Her eyes landing on Kendra. “Like I said….a true Guerrero through and through.” She sneered. “And like a true Guerrero…you are just as pathetic. All Guerrero’s are pathetic. Its a gene that is obviously passed down.” Kendra could barely hear the diva before her, thanks to the protest of the audience. Her brown eyes looked around at them, before she glanced back at Charlotte. Not really taking the little trap she was trying to lay down. “See lucky for me, the Flair trait is that of a pure athlete..that of pure talent. A body made to be a champion. And maybe one day you’ll get to that point Kendra. But right now you are just a pathetic little girl living in the shadow of her father. See that’s why these people cheer for you. Not because they love you…but because they love your father!” Squinting her eyes Kendra looked over at Ric Flair. Did Charlotte forget who she was standing next to? Did she forget how she was always boasting about being a Flair? “ And lucky for me…my dad is right here beside me, and my father…unlike yours, was a great champion and superstar.”

At the mention of her father Kendra quickly got in Charlotte’s face. No words came out of her mouth as she stared her down. Shaking her head slowly in disgust. The Women’s Champion had dropped her microphone as soon as Kendra stepped up to her. She smirked slightly, before shrugging her shoulders at the shorter diva. “The Guerrero name is so pathetic!” Charlotte yelled, loud enough for the cameras to pick up. “And you are pathetic..just like your father.” At that moment, Kendra saw nothing but red. Her eyes slightly glazing over. She let out a loud scream, her warrior cry, before she looked Charlotte right in her face and super kicked her father. The crowd cheered as Ric Flair fell backwards, out like a light.

“And down goes Ric Flair! Like an old dusty Christmas tree!” Yelled JBL.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide, as she looked down at her father. Before she even had time to react, she was tackled to the mat. Lefts and rights being thrown at her. Kendra wove her fingers into Charlotte’s hair, lifting her head up and slamming it back down on the mat over and over again. It wasn’t long until Kendra heard distinctive shouting amongst the cheering of the crowd. She glanced up to see refs coming out along with a few security men. Kendra quickly licked her lips and placed a kiss on the forehead of the beaten down champ. “Gotta jet ” She told her, pushing herself up, the young Guerrero rolled out of the ring and hopped over the barricade. Getting as far away from security and the refs as she could. The audience continued to cheer, causing Kendra to smirk as she headed up the stairs, moving through the crowd, trying to get to an exit. She glanced over her shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte on her feet, trying to help her father up.

Kendra wasn’t sorry at all. Not by a long shot.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kendra Jade.”

Getting a loud pop as she stepped into view, Kendra brushed some hair out of her face and looked around, a small smile.

“Kendra, earlier tonight we saw the Women’s Champion come out and insult you, and the legacy of the Guerrero name-”

Placing her hand on JoJo’s shoulder, Kendra stopped her from talking. “Listen sister, we all know what happened. Everyone saw it…and I loved it. And in the end, I don’t regret taking both Charlotte and her father down…and I gotta say, that I did it with F-L-A-I-R!” Shrugging her shoulders, Kendra glanced down at the younger girl. “I have no interest in Charlotte…nor will I ever. She has nothing I want. I don’t want her belt…her life style. I don’t want her man hands. And I sure as hell don’t want her father. I’m a Guerrero. And no, I don’t boast about that, because I’m trying to make my own path in the WWE. I have bigger things in my sight. Much bigger things. So Charlotte can stay at the bottom, where she belongs.” Before JoJo could ask another question, Kendra turned around and walked away. The crowd cheering for her some more.

Kendra sat in catering as the rest of the show went on. Tossing grapes in the air one by one and catching them in her mouth. She tossed her final grape in the air, prepared for it to land in her mouth with ease. But the sound of running distracted her, and the grape hit her chin, falling to the ground. Looking around, Kendra noticed Sasha running her way. She passed Kendra and sat down across from her. Her eyes wide. “Something is about to happen!” She squealed. Before calming her self down completely as if she didn’t just freak out. Kendra raised an eyebrow and stared at Sasha in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Sasha kept her lips closed and mouthed something to Ken. But she couldn’t make out what it was. There were shadows lingering over Kendra and her table. One more larger than the other. Which only added more to her confusion. “Ladies, how you doin’?”

Enzo.

He and Big Cas sat down at the table with the girls, Kendra observed them before looking at her best friend. Seeing her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Placing her hand on the table top, Ken began to drum her finger tips slowly. There was something strange with in the atmosphere of the table. Like everybody was waiting for something big to happen. And the fact that everyone was silent didn’t help at all. “So…are you ladies going out with the others tonight? I heard they’re gonna hit up this BBQ place.”

“Oh yeah. We are totally going. Kendra loves going out with everyone.” Sasha answered, grinning from ear to ear.

Kendra shot her a look before shaking her head slightly. “Actually, I was planning on just grabbing my stuff and heading off to the next town. I had a long night last night writing a post for my blog and answering fan questions….”

Enzo tried to act casual as he leaned back in his seat, and draped his arm across the back of Kendra’s chair. “Oh…your blog huh? That’s cool that you put yourself out there like that and talk to fans.” Of course Enzo knew she had a blog, he knew that she loved to write. He stared at her, before clearing his throat. “I mean…that’s what’s up. But come on pretty lady. Sometimes a night out is all a person needs. And I’m sure you’re a blast to be around once you really let loose.”

Sasha snorted before she leaned forward, she never in her life had the pleasure of seeing Kendra let loose. Though they were best friends, Kendra was very dedicated to her job and being the best. “Oh trust me, she is going. In fact. We can all go together. ” Sasha suggested. Kendra’s eyes widened, did she not just say that she had plans to just head back to the hotel?

“What a coincidence…” A new voice broke out. “I am going to be attending that little outing as well. Maybe you and I can match our outfits together Kenny….just like old times.”

What was it? Run into Colby day? Kendra didn’t even bother acknowledging him. And without even looking at her Best friend, she knew that Sasha was glaring at Colby. Probably giving him the nastiest look she could. “Nobody was talking to you Lopez. So keep it moving.”

Seth placed his hand over his heart, the smirk never leaving his face. “You wound me Sasha. Luckily, no one was talking to you either…so stay out of it ” Seth placed his hand on Kendra’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “I’ll see you after the show…save me a seat yeah?” With out even giving any of his time to Enzo, Seth pretended like he didn’t even see him, or his large friend, and walked away.

After seeing the interaction between Colby and Kendra, or lack there of on Kendra’s part, Enzo looked at Cass. And pointed at Lopez as he walked down the hallway. “This fuckin’ guy.” Cass grunted, nodding his head in agreement. He wasn’t gonna let this cross fit power ranger stop him from what he wanted. “So cupcake, about tonight?” Enzo turned his attention to Kendra, who was deep in thought.

She had enough of her ex-boyfriend in one day to last her the rest of her life. Why couldn’t he have just been traded to SmackDown. And though she was lost in her thoughts, Kendra could barely hear what was just said to her. But she got the gist of it. And it was at that moment that she decided something else. Not only would she push Colby Lopez as far away from her as physically and emotionally possible. But she didn’t want to be so predictable. So cookie cutter. So sure of herself. Because sometimes it was good to be unsure. Sometimes it was okay to break out of your comfort zone. No. Kendra was done being predictable. She was ready for excitement. Adventure. Something thrilling. And the man next to her, who she would never admit she found attractive, or adorable, he could give her those things. It looked like 'Smacktalker Skywalker’ was about to get his own Princess Leia. Breaking free from her thoughts, she glanced over at him.

“Yeah, we will meet you there. Won’t we Sasha?”

Sasha didn’t say anything for a moment. She was speechless. Just staring at her friend like she grew an extra head. But that shock only lasted a moment, before a big smile spread across her face. “Yes….yes we will.”

Drive Me Crazy

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Klance (Keith/Lance)
Rating: General Audiences. Warning for cussing and pick-up lines.
Summary: Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Author’s Notes: ((Yes, I realize that the summary is like the first full paragraph, but it sums everything up quite nicely.))

This fic, just like my first Klance Finish What You Started, has a really strange story as inspiration. The full details are in the AO3 post, but let’s just say that there was a cute guy in a tollbooth and I had a brainchild.

Also on AO3.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Instead of deigning to reply, Keith handed over his ticket, resolutely pressing his lips together. He had learned that this man, this LANCE, as his nametag proclaimed, would use any excuse to try to converse with him. He’d held up the line more times than Keith cared to count, and finally he decided to bear with it in silence. It made things move more quickly.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be coy,” Lance grinned, though he ran the ticket through so that Keith’s dues—$4.50—displayed on the little screen below the window. The same price as usual, which would explain why he was already offering exact change. Anything to get away from this window more quickly.

Still, he pressed his lips together. And finally, the blue-eyed tollbooth attendant sighed a little and opened the gate. Keith started to roll his window up, but he couldn’t block out the last line that Lance threw his way.

“You must be one hell of a thief, because you stole my heart through this window!”

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One Night Stand - Jack & Conor Maynard Imagine

A/N- the reader is jack twin/conor sister, think shes pregnant after having a one night stand with joe? and she goes to josh because she knows her brothers will get angry, josh and her go and get a test unaware that fans are actually following them / they posts pictures on twitter, they get back to the apartment and jack pushes josh up against the wall shouting at him, y/n tells them the truth there and then?

Long story short, the boys invited me on a night out which i happily accepted. I’m a Maynard, what do you expect? The night was going great, loads of drinks, dancing all fun and games until the next morning when i woke up in someone else’s bed.. not along might i add. Taking a look around i instantly knew where i was as i had been there a few times to film videos. Joe has always been a good friend to me, i could pretty much say i was the closest to him out the rest (a part from Josh, i was very close to him too) but it wasn’t close enough for a relationship. By the looks of it we both had too many drinks as none of us was clothed. After we both processed what happened, we ended up laughing about it and promised not to bring it up around the others, but that had to change a month later. 

“Josh what happens if i am pregnant?” Dramatically falling back onto his bed i let out a long sigh due to the fact that i was late. 

“How can you not remember if you used protection or not?” Josh questioned as he re-positioned up right against his headboard on the bed.

“I dont know maybe because i was drunk” 

“Well did you see anything when you woke up?” Trying to remember back to that morning, i didn’t remember seeing anything. 

“Ugh no! I swear if the pill has failed me im screwed” 

“I wouldn’t want to be you or Joe right now. Jack and Conor will kill you both” He let out a laugh causing me to hit him in the leg.

“This isn’t funny Josh! My brothers will literally kill him” They both warned the boys not to try anything on with me when they first introduced me. A few of them said they wouldn’t only because dating me would be like dating Jack. Understandable as we were twins. 

“Well there’s only one thing you can do and that’s go to the shops and buy a test” 

“Come with me?” I looked over to give him puppy dog eyes as i didn’t want to go alone. 

“Y/N i hate it when you do that face, i can’t say no to it” Josh sarcastically sighed picking himself up off the bed starting to get his shoes and jacket on. I chuckled and followed. 

After looking around the shops and picking up a few tests and paying. I went straight to the bathroom because this couldn’t of waited. I needed to know now as it was starting to eat me alive. What feels like a life time, the 3 minutes were up and i nervously looked at the sticks i used. Negative. Negative. Negative. Well the smile on my face couldn’t get any bigger. I let a sigh of relief out now knowing no one was going to get hurt. I wanted to jump and scream with enjoy but i remembered i was in a public toilet, that wouldn’t look right. All i can say is thank god for the pill. I kept the spare tests in my bag just for emergency’s in the future. You never know what will happen. 

“Well you don’t look scared or shocked so i take it it was just a scare?”

“Im not pregnant” I sang throwing my arms out with enjoy. 

“Now thats over, can we head back before your brothers decide to ask questions” I chuckled knowing how protective they were and we then started to make our way home. However, the response we got when we arrived home was one we both did not expect to say the least. 

“What the fuck have you done to our little sister?” Jack arguably spoke pushing Josh against the door with force. Don’t get me wrong this was a little funny because Josh look petrified even though he’s a lot taller than Jack but Jack had more strength. I glanced to look at Conor but his eyes did not move from the direction of the two boys. “You’re meant to be our best friend” 

“What are you on about?” Josh questioned. Even i was confused. 

“Jack let go of him” 

“Shut up Y/N. Ill deal with you in a bit” I was a little taken back with the way he spoke. What had gotten into him all of a sudden. “Do you think it’s ok to use my little sister? Huh? Just because she’s around here all the time doesn’t mean you can use her!” Now i was really confused.

“Seriously Josh you could at least of told us something was going on” Conor added, not said a vile as Jack’s words but you could still hear the anger and disappointment. 

“What are you guys on about seriously?” 

“Don’t play that game with us” Jack let a dry laugh.

“Honestly Mate-”

“Don’t use the mate card in this” I kept looking between the 3 of them trying to get an understanding. 

“Do you really think we wouldn’t of found out? Found out that you two had sex and now she’s pregnant?” Now this makes sense. “And we had to find out by pictures over twitter? How low can you two get?” What me and Josh didn’t realise was that there were fans who had found us and had taken photos of us buying the tests. And now the internet knows. Isn’t this just peachy. 

“Oh god” I cursed at myself as them words weren’t meant to come out loud. I sighed knowing my little secret couldn’t stay a secret anymore. “Jack let go of him. He was just being a friend to me” Conor turned to look at me confusingly while Jack looked between me and Josh looking for answers.

“I don’t think you can keep this up anymore Y/N” Josh spoke.

“What are you on about?” Jack asked letting go of his grip and fully turning towards me. I looked down nervously knowing what was about to happen wasn’t going to go down well. 

“Ok you both have to promise me you’ll stay calm”

“No promises” they both said in sync. 

I took a deep breath and just let it fall out my mouth. “Basically im late. Instantly thought i was pregnant but don’t worry im not just a scare-” 

“Why think that? You haven’t had sex” Conor questioned. 

“That’s not entirely true” Even though i was old enough Jack and Conor always cringed when my sex life was mentioned, only because i was there little sister. (Well only little to Jack by 2 minutes) The two of them stared blankly at me waiting for me to continue. 

“Remember that night out we had a month ago? I didn’t exactly go home on my own. I went home with Joe” Both of their eyes grew wider in shock .

“Joe?” Jack repeated. 

“Yes Joe” 

“Oh he’s got it coming, I’m going to kill him!” Jack rushed to get his shoes on before practically running out the door with Conor following.

I immediately got my phone out to warn my best friend.

I would hide if i was you, Jack and Conor found out and they’re on their way over. Stay safe lmao text me asap x

Oh bloody hell, i better run! x

Today, I fucked up... by ruining my $1,600 laptop, which ended up costing me another $65,000, another year of my life, and will likely limit my future career prospects.

So of course this didn’t happen to me today, but about 6 months ago. I was in the library studying for the hardest test of my first year of medical school. I had a cup of water that I was drinking, without a lid of course, and after a sip I tried to set it back down but it slipped out of my hand and spilled all over my laptop. I turned the laptop upside down and got napkins to try and soak up the water. My battery is not removable without taking off the bottom of the laptop so I just shut it off and hoped for the best. I left it off for a few hours to hopefully let all the water dry, but it had been fried. I was pissed because I had splurged on a MSI GT72 Dominator which was amazing and cost me way too much money. I spent all day taking it apart and trying to dry it out, but I’m pretty sure the motherboard had severe electric damage and so it was a complete day wasted.

I still had a test to study for, which was only a week away so I had to go to walmart and buy a cheap 11" chromebook to hold me over until my replacement laptop came in the mail. My school has a testing service that we install on our laptops that allows us to be able to take the tests on them, so I installed it on my tiny new chromebook and thought that I was ready for this test.

Here comes the major fuck up, This test was 4 hours long, and I barely finished in time. After we submit our tests we are able to instantly review and are shown our right and wrong answers. I’m going through mine and it’s looking okay, not getting everything right, but I’m thinking it’s looking pretty good. Then I get to a question that doesn’t seem to have the right answer provided, and I think, wtf, and start looking more closely at the answer options. It’s then that I see the answer options box has the ability to scroll down, and I see that there are 10 possible answers! We had never had 10 possible answers before on any exam and since my computers screen was so small I had only seen 5 and assumed they were all there. So I ended up getting half of those questions wrong because when I answered them, I didn’t even see the right answer on my screen.

I was freaking out and I emailed some people, but got no help and was basically told too bad. It takes about a week for our final scores calculated and released. I knew it was going to be close and when I finaly got them back, I saw that I’d failed by HALF OF 1 PERCENT! Well fuck.

I had to meet with a committee where they told me that because the class was so long, that I wouldn’t be able to just retake the test during the summer, which is the normal protocal for someone who fails a class, but that I’d have to repeat the entire first year. So yeah, pretty shitty since this will go on my transcript and makes me less competitive when applying for residencies, so I can basically say goodbye to any of the ultra competitive specialties like Derm or plastics. Pretty cool.

tl;dr Spilled water all over my giant gaming laptop, had to take a test on my new small laptop, could only see half the answers to 10 of the questions and failed my test by half of a percent. Had to repeat the first year of medical school as a result.

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