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#he deserved his teen angst to finally live up to the movie’s! and i think he got it!
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the teen rebellion in crystalized was so good tho
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cherryc1nnam0n · 11 months
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Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader
Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...
Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut
Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you
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Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed
I'll make a cup of coffee for your head
It'll get you up and going out of bed
"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"
That was the moment their lives changed
Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him
"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand
A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath
Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away
I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days
I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it
I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect
"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"
The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home
They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad
It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast
"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him
"Live..." You cried even harder
"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"
I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health
When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else
'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done
Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son
That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you
During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back
Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on
"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day
You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you
I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed
I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again
My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings
Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending
"I love you so much Y/n..."
"I love you too Eddie"
"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head
"I only want you, you're my only love"
He caressed your cheek
I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up
When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up
Taking goofy videos and walking through the park
You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark
"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"
Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep
And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03
Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie
Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me
"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come
"I love you..."
"I love you too..."
With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...
Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed
I'll make a cup of coffee for your head
It'll get you up and going out of bed
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jaesqueso · 1 year
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member: jeno
▶︎ “Lover” by Taylor Swift
genre: fluff
3.5k follower celebration ❤︎
word count: 860
warnings: kissing, mentions of alcohol, slightly angst in the middle
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Lee Jeno was your first love. You were just teens when you met at a beach party. The light of the sunset shining on his skin made it impossible to look away as he laughed with his friends. You were to shy to make a move so you went to get a drink to cool yourself then. Just moments later you felt a warm presence by your side.
“Wanna hang out?”
“Yeah, it sounds like fun.”
His casual approach made you feel at ease. It felt so natural to be by his side as you walked down the shore, side by side, between words and laughs. You’ve met him for 20 seconds and it felt like you’ve known him for 20 years.
A friendship soon blossomed and you couldn’t even remember life before him. You hung out almost everyday, being enjoying a day in the sun or having fun at the carousels at the town fair. At the top of the ferris wheel as you admired the city lights, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you.”
When his lips met yours, you finally understood all the love songs you’ve heard on the radio, all the romantic movies that played on TV on Sunday afternoon, all the novels you’ve read late at night in your bed. You came from different worlds but somehow you fitted like two puzzle pieces.
“You know I can’t give you all the nice things you deserve.”
“Jeno, I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.”
Like all first loves, you planned a future together. Where you’d live, how many kids you’d have and all the amazing things you’d do together. But all fairytales have an expiring date.
Things started to get rocky as you approached the end of high school and college was all everybody talked about. You had the grades and the funds to go to an A-list university, he was counting the pennies to get through the end of the week. But then good news arrived as he got a scholarship that could save his academic future. Unfortunately it was on the opposite side of the country.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it work.”
And so you tried. But like all other long distance relationships, you failed. Being away made you both jealous and insecure. The times you were able to meet were spent arguing instead of making up for the time apart.
“We were crazy to think that this could work.”
On that dreadful night, you drove back home with eyes swollen. Saying goodbye was like death by a thousand cuts, but as much as you loved him you knew you couldn’t carry on like that.
The following months felt like you weren’t living, just existing. Thoughts of him clouded your head through sleepless nights. It felt like you’d never get over him. Until one day, your body finally gave into the tiredness and when you woke up he wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. You forgot that he existed. It wasn’t love nor hate, just indifference. You thought that forgetting him would kill you but it didn’t, it felt nice, peaceful and quiet. You could finally move on and even got in a few relationships even if they didn’t last long. But it wasn’t because of him, they just weren’t meant to be.
A few years gone by and you decided to spend a summer back home. As you walked down the shore, shoes dangling from your hand, memories came back. As you sat in the sand, you remembered him, the happiness, the love. Taking a deep breath you smile, the sound of the waves crashing filling your ears. But then something happened, you heard him laughing.
You thought your mind was playing tricks but when you turned around there he was. When he notices you he starts walking your way, signature eye smile making your lips curl up. As you get up you notice his features have slightly changed, he looks more mature even though he has that boyish look you like on a man.
Just like that first day he approaches you casually getting any possible awkwardness out of the way. You decide to go grab a drink and catch up and it’s clear there’s no hard feelings between you, which makes you happy. However, as the alcohol runs free through your veins you realised some other feelings stuck by and you can’t control your drunk mouth.
“Tell me that you’re still mine. Tell me that we’ll be just fine. Tell me that it’s not my fault. Tell me that I’m all you want.”
And you just like that first kiss, you understood there’s always a rainbow after a storm.
Lee Jeno was your first love. And as you look at him though the kitchen window, running around your toddler in the backyard, you know he’s also your last love. All’s well that ends well to end up with him. You want to be where he is, forever and ever. He’s your home. He’s your lover.
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aleksiej · 2 months
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MUTANT APOCALYPSE IS BAD AND I HATE IT IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-
in all seriousness tho, i try to be as... chill in here as i can (i say while knees deep in a hyperfixation-fueled writing of an angst ridden rottmnt au), but even the chillest of people has one (or a few) gripes with reality. one of mine is, when people antagonize other people over their preferred headcanons (i have a... post, ranting about similar stuff a bit, so as to not get into it here).
and my one of my biggest gripes with tmnt: the 2012 edition (besides the very obvious sexism, slightly less obvious racism and a milion of bad writing choices) is the space arc (not talking about it now, possibly not ever) and the MUTANT APOCALYPSE.
i. hate. the mutant apocalypse. it has ugly designs, the plot makes very little sense, everything looks like shit and worse, the leo thing is possibly the silliest thing i've seen in tmnt franchise since reading volume 4 of the mirage comics and just usghshsksndhdukdnd. bad. bad arc.
it oozes hypermasculinity in a way similar to the bayverse movies. it completely looses the martial arts aspect of the turtles and replaces it with generic gun stuff. not a fan.
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD.
AND EVEN WORSE, APRIL IS DEAD.
april o'neil, canonically not a human.
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canonically not human, still dies with the rest of the humans. why? because, apparently.
honestly, i call bullshit. april deserved to live. april deserved to be the final boss, she deserved to be the most powerful being in the universe and she deserved better, than what the writers gave her.
this isn't supposed to be an april rant.
overall, i think that mutant apocalypse is an idea. could it be good? considering, how the fandom clings to the apocalyptic storylines in 03 and rise, i would say, yes? obviously, it was done quite badly tho, like the creators wanted to make a macho man blockbuster movie about macho apocalypse and random guys saving one girl and finding the garden of eden or some other christian thing. but the blockbuster is dead, because they're making a ninja turtles cartoon and they already killed one rat like 5 times, no shock value is left in the show. so they took the characters, but them into some fucked up, unfitting molds, broke just about every rule of thw established universe and made an arc that makes me mad every time i remember it exist.
ps. WHY WASN'T MONA IN MUTANT APOCALYPSE???!! THAT WOULD BE THE PERFECT PLACE FOR HER!!! WHAT ABOUT ANY OTHER MUTANT EVER?!!!! ARE THE TURTLES THE ONLY PEOPLE LEFT FROM THE OLD WORLD, DID EVERYONE ELSE JUST RANDOMLY SPAWN INTO EXISTENCE THE MOMENT THE BOMB HIT?!!!! WTF!!!
ps.2. the only thing good that came out of mutant apocalypse was robot donnie (and maybe the blasian behavior mikey), and even still i can't look at him the same ever since i saw a post talking about how this isn't donnie, this is just a copy of his teen-aged brain in a robot body, and i have to agree, especially with how he doesn't act any different, like he's just stuck at that stage of his life forever because he's dead. anyway, still cute and has rabbit ear that now feature in every robot design i make.
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stevie-petey · 5 months
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AHHHHHH SEASON THREE HAS FINALLY BEGUN!!!!!!!
The chapter was so great thank you!!! Nightly phone calls with Steve and he seriously thinks that there's even a chance bug's not into him? oh my sweet, sweet idiot. Staring at Steve's thighs is so real, I love how she didn't even deny it. Mrs. Waters 😭 I was curious if she was gonna lose her store too, she deserves better really. Will asking bug to come along to the movies was so sweet, I love him so much. I think he's a little bummed with the steve and bug thing. He's upset that everyone's dating, he doesn't feel left out exactly ,he just wants things to go back to normal. He wants to have old fashioned nerd fun and forget about everything but no one else wants too. I can tell how bittersweet it is for bug to watch those kids grow up, HER kids. This season is gonna be so emotionally taxing on her cause firstly, WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT RUSSIANS IN HAWKINS???, secondly, her kids are becoming teens, their last summer as kids gets ruined by more trauma, and finally she has to see her kids scared for their lives running from a monster that was supposed to be gone. Whenever El begins to lose her powers bug's there to tell her she needs a break. I can honestly see her crying in the Battle of star Court cause it hurts her to see the kids not only terrified, but exhausted. Especially El and will. It's like, " I'm crying because you're hurt and I wish I could take your hurt away, but I can't. I wish you didn't have to deal with this but you do." She loves them so deeply seeing them hurt makes her heart shatter. BUT angst aside Steve and bug firsts are on the horizon!! And I can't wait! Thank you again you're amazing!!!!👍😘😘😘
steve is such an idiot i cant WAIT for yall to see just how dumb he is this season 😭😭 his abandonment issues really pop out this time lmao.
and mrs waters :((( had to do something with her, it only felt right since she truly is someone bug adores
as for the kids <3333 bug loves them so much, and we’ll see more of it in season 3 and ESPECIALLY 4 !!!! with the russians and dustin now wrecking havoc on her ,,,, poor babes can never catch a break. between watching her children grow up and dealing with steves inability to ask her out and now russians ??? bless her
n thank u for reading !!! i love youuuuu
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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years
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Teen sister! Reader got broken up by her boyfriend, who cheated on her and Chris and Scott comforts her
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“no matter how broken you feel”
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Paring: Evans! Brothers x Sister! Reader
Warnings: protective brothers Chris and Scott, mentions of cheating, crying, mention of panic attack, comfort, boys don’t deserve sister! Evans and angst.
Summary: headcannon of how Y/n Evans realises it wasn’t meant to be, so her brothers are there to pick up the pieces.
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I guess the stories are right, it does all end in tears.
We were together for 2 years. 2 whole years, 730 days of my life gone down the drain.
It's something even after running to my big brother Chris's house in tears it still felt unreal, like someone would pinch me and it'll be all okay again.
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All I heard was the opening and slamming of my front door, confused as to why Scott would enter the house like that I went to go see what was up. Instead of Scott, I was met with y/n sobbing in a ball on the floor of my entryway.
"Bug, hey come'ere what's goin' on hmm?" I asked concerned for my baby sister and wanting to find out what lead her to be in the house in hysterical tears.
"B/N broke - up with me hh- he cheated on me" She replied hysterically trying to get a breath.
My blood boiled, and all I saw was red at this point Scott had just walked into the house confusion written all over his face.
He gave me the look of 'what's going on with her, is she okay' and I just shook my head picking y/n up and taking her to the living room where Dodger was residing on the couch bouncing at seeing his other favourite human, he quickly got a feel of the land adjusting his behaviour knowing y/n wasn't okay.
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After you’d calmed down a bit now you weren’t as hysterical as you first were you started to explain to to your brothers what happened.
“He cheated on me - Millie showed me his private story thst I’m not on and…” she paused tears streaming once again, both brothers pulled her in to a hug, she continued. “It was him with another girl saying he was never happier and-d that he’d been with her for 4 months.” Y/n finshed finally breaking into sobs again on the verge of a panic attack.
Scott and Chris seeing this and know their sweet girl too well intervened quickly to make sure she didn’t spiral.
“Baby, you know boys like thst aren’t worth the work because you are beautiful and you deserve someone who wants to put in equal amount of the work, as a gay man i would say boys suck but they do right now.” Scott quipped as an anecdote to make you laugh - it was a success for him you let out a watery laugh hugging him so tight that if anyone was looking you’d think he would disappear.
“Bug Scotty is right, he isn’t nothing on what you are or what you could get, so we’re gonna make a fort, eat loads of junk and watch some Disney movies to take your mind iff that piece of no good boy, okay we always love you no matter what too you know that bub.” Chris interjected knowing it was time to take your mind off that boy who didn’t deserve his baby sister at all in any universe.
“I know, I love you both too. Let’s do that it sounds fun, thank you guys I really do love you idiots.” Y:n murmurs the last bit knowingly but they both hear, Chris comes at her to tickle her once again getting a roar of laughter out of her.
The best sound, music to their ears.
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The Evans brothers were always the best medicine knowing just hoe to pick up the pieces. After the chat that was had that night it went into you memory of why you love your brothers so much.
Forts were made, junk food was eaten, Disney films watched and snuggles were had as promised.
You knew they could always fix you back up. Pick up the broken pieces no matter how broken you feel.
Always.
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Hey everyone, I hope you enjoy this new fic. Anon who sent me this lovely request thank you so much for this wonderful idea hope you love it.
Don’t forgot to like, reblog and send in your asks 💖
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tricktster · 5 years
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the twilight series suddenly makes 100% more sense if you read them under a specific premise that, i contend, is heavily supported by the text:
Much like Amy’s diary in Gone Girl, the books in the Twilight Saga are verbatim reproductions of in-universe diary entries carefully and deliberately created and curated by badass unreliable narrator Bella Swan as a means to achieve immortality.
Prerequisite assumptions:
1) Bella actively and persistently wants to become a vampire, both diagetically and (I contend) non-diagetically. The average vampire novel format often fails to capture realistic human behavior in one highly specific area: the protagonists are frequently mortals who grapple with the choice of whether to become a vampire. This is stupid, because being a vampire would obviously be dope as hell; particularly in the Twilight Universe, where vampires are not required to take a human life to survive, and indeed, have the capacity to live full and rewarding lives while integrated* into the human community.
(*integrated-ish; see Assumption 6)
2. There are too many coincidences for Bella to have encountered the Cullens by sheer chance, only to be the ONE person that Edward can’t live without (due largely to the novelty factor of not being able to read her ding-dang thoughts.)
3. Diagetically, the Volturi don’t even know Bella’s psyonic gifts until New Moon, but we also know that the Volturi scour the globe for recruits to enlist into the protection of their governing body.
4. Nobody wants to be a voiceless cog in a bureaucracy.
5. Nobody, and especially nobody in high school, wants to be a high school student forever.
6. Vampires in twilight are, as a group, cartoonishly terrible at disguising their true nature.
7. Forks is a backwater town approximately 3.5 hours away from the biotech hub of Seattle.
7. George W. Bush and Dick Cheney can eat my farts and they deserve to be preserved in this snapshot of an innocent author’s mind slowly unraveling.
Proposed timeline:
In 1993, there is a key system meltdown at a improvised biohacking startup in Seattle, rendering all innovative genetic modification experiments into a puddle of brown sludge that nobody can figure out how to dispose of per Federal regs, since they don’t even know what it is.
The broke founder of the startup, who for the purposes of this timeline I will call Jeff Bezos because that’s who it was, eventually grows tired of all the discussion about what to do, and just pops it in a barrel, drives a few hours out of town, and dumps it in a pond.
Bella Swan, a small child, is hanging out at a park with her family friend Jacob Black (and a ton of his friends) when they all decide to wade in a slightly murky pond. Thereafter, they are transformed.
Bella grows up as a normal, highly powerful mutant with a +20 to deception checks and wisdom saves. She lives in Arizona, but up until 2002, summers in Forks. While in Forks, she picks up on the local lore about a family of vampires who don’t eat people.
Because Forks (population: 17 + Charlie’s mustache) is boring, Bella bones up on the only interesting thing about it, i.e. Vampire Hometown baybeeeee.
In 2000, George W. Bush gets elected president, and his evangelical politics and general bumbling ineptitude informs Bella’s opinions on authoritative governmental entities.
In 2001, the Cullens make their intention to move back to Forks known, but they take a while because they need to pack all their stupid graduation hats and volvos, etc.
Later in 2001, a psychic Volturi scout rolls through Forks to ensure that nobody within living memory recalls the Cullens, and notices an anomaly in the psychic field.
The scout goes to confront Bella about joining the Volturi, and Bella immediately clocks him as a vampire, because vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human. This leaves the scout in a bind: she’s too valuable to kill, but she’s a pre-teen, and therefore too young to be transformed per Volturi authority.
The scout warns her he’ll have to kill her if she discusses the existence of vampires with any human. He then tells her he’ll be back in five years, and begins to sweet talk her on how good life will be when she’s a vampire, beautiful, immortal, powerful, etc. Bella asks if she has to kill, and dude says “nah, actually there’s a bunch of vegetarian vampires who are moving back here soon. Fucking nerds, but otherwise they’re doing well.” Bella is all about becoming a vampire, because Bella is a rational actor.
Bella moves to Arizona, and as the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq are unjustifiedly initiated, she recognizes that while she DOES want to be a vampire, she does NOT want to be a foot soldier in any war that she can’t support. She needs a plan.
In 2004, Bella is watching her step-dad’s minor league baseball game when it occurs to her. On her own, she’s a target for the Volturi, but if she had some people to watch her back, she might be okay. Of course, nobody fucks with the Volturi on behalf of some rando human. She’ll need to con her way into a coven who’ll have her back and also give her that +10 to constitution via vampiric transformation, which she desperately wants because she’s a rational actor. And where are the non-volturi vampires that might have her back? Fucking Forks.
Bella moves to Forks in 2004, and upon seeing the Cullens, she immediately clocks them as vampires even though they left their “we’re all vampires” booty shorts at home, because, as previously discussed, vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human.
Bella notes that all the vampires but one are paired off in heterosexual bliss, and takes note of the straggler as a potential vehicle to vampyrdom.
Bella figures out that Eddie can read everyone’s mind but hers, because Edward Cullen fucking sucks at looking/acting like a human who can’t read minds. Bella further observes that Eddie has a huge undead boner for her.
She’s found her mark. Now she just needs to convince him that she’s better off as part of the coven than on her own. Problem: Eddie’s a self-pitying insufferably guilt-striken perpetual adolescent who keeps himself busy by feeling sorry for himself because he’s a vampire, angst angst angst etc etc. Also, I think he’s Catholic, so add some more guilt in. She’ll have to win him over by convincing him that they’re destined to be soulmates.
What does a vampire used to having complete insight into everyone’s mind but his crush’s want? A method to know what she really thinks of him. Bella begins writing a “diary” knowing that there’s no way in hell Eddie won’t sneak in and read it. So she Gone Girls it, and begins to lay a trap to lure him in. That first diary? Twilight.
This was just in the movie but a stoner chases her around with a worm on a stick. Nothing to do with this theory, I just like that part of the movie. Where’s my spinoff about that guy?
Eddie won’t give Bella what she wants (eternal life) by the end of book 1, even though she asks him to EXTREMELY POLITELY. Time to hit the diary with some more promises of undying love.
Bella reconnects with her old friend Jacob and the rest of the Mutated By Jeff Bezos Boys. Alas, they cannot turn her into a physically powerful sexy immortal with a bite, so she’s still stuck with plan A) win over a whole family of vampires with big Mormon energy. It’s the long con.
Edward’s angst abruptly takes a swing towards terminal. He’s absolutely your classic sadboy, perhaps because Bella now has one (1) friend that he knows about.
When Eddie begins to drift away on account of Angst, Bella conjurs up a secondary love interest who, coincidentally, is ALSO a sexy supernatural entity, and is much less coincidentally just Jacob.
We should establish here that Edward is like a 107 year old white dude and so even though Diary!Bella pretends not to see it, Metatextual Frame Story!Bella knows that dude is super racist.
Jacob Black is three things: 1. Like Bella, a mutant (although one with shapeshifting abilities), 2.one of Bella’s oldest and most trusted confidants, and 3. down to clown on an elderly teenage vampire who keeps stereotyping him. Sure, says Jacob, I’ll take the form of a werewolf. He seriously thinks we’re all just beastmen, huh? Hey look at me now, I’m Regis Philbin because this is 2005 and Who Wants to be a Millionaire is still sort of relevant. Sick.
Edward does not like that Bella has one (1) other friend. Bella and Jacob plot to use this to their advantage and lure Edward back on the wings of jealousy.
Eddie gets himself into trouble on account of Angst and poor communication, so Bella has to go rescue him from himself/the Volturi.
Aro finally meets her and gets to test her powers, which impress him. Now she’s back on the fucking radar.
I forget everything that happens in Eclipse, so i have chosen to omit that part.
Eventually she extracts a quid pro quo from Eddie; i’ll marry you if you turn me into a dracula.
We don’t really call ourselves that, Wet Blanket Cullen replies, entirely earnestly.
Bella gets married at 18 in 2006, and Eddie starts to backtrack his promise about changing her. This won’t stand.
Well, look, he’s an elderly guilty catholic/mormon teen who probably still uses super racist terms, but she’s stuck on honeymoon island, he has certain angles that work for him, and seriously what are they gonna do but fuck? Bella’s alternative is listening to her “husband” drone on about his interests, which are almost certainly Car, How Do I Post a Minion Picture on Facebook, and Licorice Used To Be a Lot Cheaper in the Good Old Days.
Whoops a fetus.
Bella recognizes that she’s GOT to have this baby: time’s running out, and Bella knows that at least two of the Vamps in her coven will cut ties if she terminates or otherwise fails to carry this baby to term because of the conservative religious subtext. She’s going to have to stick it out for 9 months, even though it’s a risky call.
Bella gets what she wants after giving birth. “My time as a human is over, but I've never felt more alive. I was born to be a vampire.” That’s a direct quote. Except now she’s got a (pretty cute and easy) baby that she desperately wants to protect from Turning Into A Vaguely Religious Cullen Dressed Head To Toe In Cream Colored Wool.
Bella decides to fake her own death and escape with the kid and Jake so they can form i guess a detective agency. Bella will get “killed” by the Volturi, move to Sydney, and open up shop, and Jake will take the kid after her a few months later.
They’re gonna need a reason why Jake gets the kid though, and there’s only one reason to do anything amongst the Cullens: a heterosexual love interest with a super problematic age gap.
Jesus, Jake sighs, is Eddie really going to believe I’m in romantic love with your actual infant? Does he really think that little of me?
Yup.
Bella tries to draw the Volturi’s attention.
Works too well.
The Cullens call up all their vague acquaintances, who are at least kind of fun. Particularly that one dude who keeps getting angry about British conduct during the American Revolution.
Well, fuck, now the Volturi are bringing an army to fight their ragtag army of Vampires Who Are Cool And Interesting Enough That We Can Safely Presume They Are All Definitely Gay. Bella can’t let those guys die, they’re the first actually compelling vampires she’s ever talked to.
Bella saves the day because she’s OP.
All the Cool Vamps start packing up to leave and Bellz almost goes with them, but the Cullens would just keep sending missionaries after her if they knew.
Bella finishes her fourth journal with the vague warning that the Volturi are still out there somewhere and they miiiight just try and get her.
Two days later, she stages a scuffle and gets the fork out of Fucks. Her journals are the only clue.
Sirius Black and baby nessie follow once edward has stopped sobbing into his cream colored sweater and moved on to Extended Power Pouting.
Bella recruits her own army of fledglings.
Bella stages a coup against the Volturi and succeeds.
Bella sits on the iron throne with a hot lady vampire on each knee and they all kiss and stuff.
Nessie I guess forms a post punk band?
Edward dies from aspiration of a brussel sprout that he ate because he just wanted to feel something.
Charlie and Billy get married.
Charlie’s mustache develops a cult instagram following, providing them with a modest retirement income.
Jacob shapeshifts into Bill Murray and is always crashing weddings.
Bella’s stepdad is off in the B plot this whole time winning the world series with the help of a kooky angel.
There. Fixed. My soul is at rest.
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Girl meets World
(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on a show named 'Boy meets world', tho I never watched it so I went solely with the summary from said anon. I hope you still like it :)
Summary: Spencer's daughter is not ready for her first kiss. But are her classmates fine with that?
Warnings: Mean kids, angst but fluff at the end
Wordcount: 1.6k
✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________
Being on the not so popular side in school is not particularly hard, but it doesn’t exactly make things easier for (Y/N). That’s why Spencer was happy to hear from her invitation to a classmate’s birthday party.
“You call me and I’ll get you. I don’t mind if it’s in ten minutes or in two hours. Whenever you feel uncomfortable or you are done with peopling, it’s fine wanting to leave. Ok?” Her father tells her, sitting with her in the car in front of the birthday girl’s house. “Understood. Thank you, Dad. I see you no later than ten. Love you!”
Off she goes. Spencer watches (Y/N) going up the path to the front door, a bright colored bag with a gift in her hand. He considers driving up to Penelope’s apartment, which is only five minutes away, and cries with her over his daughter growing up with a tub of ice cream in both their hands. A second later the father puts his plan into motion.
Meanwhile (Y/N) is inside with a bunch of people from different classes. All those kids already make her nervous. But she is determined to make it through the night. After all, the girl doesn’t want to be seen as a baby that gets overwhelmed by a room full of human beings.
At first it isn’t that bad. (Y/N) finds a few classmates she has a class or two with and they converse. Until someone screams “Let’s play Spin-The-Bottle”. Now the eleven year old kind of feels like she is on a movie or a show. What’s next, she has to kiss the boy she has a crush on since the beginning of the school year?
Still all of the children gather around in a circle and a bottle is placed in the middle. “The rules are simple”, a kid explains, “The bottle chooses two people. They get five minutes in that closet over there.” Right, just like she predicted. (Y/N) is hesitant. They are too young to do something like that. Once again she doesn’t want to be the party pooper, so she sits down between two classmates.
Every time the bottle spins a dread weighs down in her stomach. (Y/N) is only eleven years old. Is she even ready to have her first kiss in a closet? Shouldn’t it be out of love, willently without anybody forcing two random people to such an act?
Seems like the others think these rules are fair and square. Everybody is participating with the utmost joy. Maybe it’s just her, who grew up with romantic novels written by people who not even her Grandmother witnessed alive being read to her for bed night.
Deep into calculating the probability of the bottle pointing to her, it needs a few shouts and a nudge to get (Y/N) out of her head. “Looks like it’s your turn to go into the closet”, her neighbor says to her, gesturing to the bottle, which in fact points towards her. The girl swears that the color of her cheeks is even darker than a tomato.
Shyly she gets up to the wardrobe. The remaining girls nod encouragingly while the next person is chosen by the bottle. Luckily it’s not the boy she has a crush on, this would be like in a fanfiction, too much like a cliché.
Just a few seconds later she finds herself in the closet. Is it appropriate to make a joke about coming out of the closet?
“Well, here we are”, the other boy says. (Y/N) thinks his name is Tyler. “Yeah, I guess.” She shuffles her foot and scratches her neck. “So, shouldn’t we kiss or something?”
Geez, that boy is out for action. “Uhm, what about if we do not? I’m not ready for that and no offence but I want my first kiss with somebody special and you are just a boy from my grade and there are no feelings between us and I need that special moment, because I’m a hopeless romantic.” The girl says all of this in one breath, making her speech pace compete with her father’s.
But Tyler smiles. “It’s okay. I get it, really. I won’t tell anyone. We can just sit here and talk until they knock. How does that sound?” (Y/N) smiles and nods. They sit down on some boxes and just laugh quietly about anything and everything they tell each other.
As soon as they have to come out of the closet, the other kids bombard them with questions. Tyler shuts all of them with one answer up. “A lady and gentleman are quiet and enjoy themselves.”
The rest of the evening goes relatively uneventful. There is a nice buffet and after that the kids watch a couple of movies until the first parents show up to pick up their children. Spencer is relieved to see his daughter so energetic and happy after the party.
“And then we played spin the bottle like in a teen movie. Dinner was also really nice and I think I made one or two more friends. Isn’t it amazing, Dad?” He answers her enthusiastically that he is in fact very happy for her. And Spencer is. But it kind of also implies that she grows up, a fact he doesn’t like.
The party was on a Saturday night and now it’s Monday, the first day after it. (Y/N) is ecstatic to go. In her mind her classmates finally accepted her for who she is. But as soon as she enters the school yard the kids from her grade look weirdly at her.
Immediately the girl’s mind goes into panic. Has she something on her face? Is it the way she dresses? Or is it some- The kiss. Or technically the not kiss.
“Hey Reid, I heard you are unkissed. What about I show you in the janitor’s room? Do you also want rose petals and candles laying around?” Someone starts to taunt her. The bystanding classmates begin to laugh.
(Y/N) has to listen to similar comments for the rest of the school day. A few boys from her science class make kissing noises whenever the teacher isn’t near them. Tyler once catches her eyes, mouthing an apology. But it’s not relevant to her at this point. The only thing that counts right now is getting through the last class without breaking down in front of the others. She can’t show them any more weakness.
When his daughter comes home, Spencer is already there. Hotch gave them an early off, since the last few cases were draining for all of them.
Instead of greeting him with a smile and the definition of happiness she enters the apartment with the biggest frown the father has ever seen on her face. “Hey Dad”, (Y/N) flatly says before disappearing into her room.
Confused, he assumes that she just has to do a load of homework, so he lets the girl be for the next couple hours. But as the clock is pushing near dinner time, he begins to worry.
“Sweetheart, I thought about cooking pasta for tonight. Do you wanna help me try Uncle Dave’s new recipe?” He asks at her closed door, respecting her privacy. There is no answer, just a sniffle from the other side. This alarms Spencer. “Sweetheart, may I come in?”
A few seconds pass until a faint “Yes” makes its way to his ears. Inside (Y/N) sits on her bed, her eyes are red from crying. “Oh Sweetheart, don’t be upset. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Tell me, what’s wrong?” The young doctor tries to console her. It’s always more difficult to calm your own family down than any stranger he meets on a case.
“I-it’s stupid. I don’t know why I’m upset over this.” (Y/N) frantically wipes the leftover tears away. “Hey, don’t say that. Your feelings are valid. You can be upset about anything you want, ok? If you don’t want to tell me about it, it’s fine. But I promise you that I’ll value whatever you say.”
The girl nods, finding her composure. “I- At the party we played Spin-The-Bottle and whoever was chosen had to go into the closet with the second one and kiss. I-I was in there with a boy named Tyler, b-but I told him I wasn’t ready. H-he was really sweet about it and respected my reasons. Dad, I’m not old enough and it wouldn’t be anything like I imagined my first kiss would be. But now the whole school or what feels like the whole school makes fun of me a-and I was so embarrassed.”
Spencer can feel her pain. Kids can be worse than professional torturers, he witnessed both first hand. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’ll think of something about it. How do you feel about coming with me into the office? The others are missing you, especially Emily. She has a ton of pictures of Sergio she wants to show you. And for tonight we get your favorite take out and watch a movie of your choice, ok?”
(Y/N) smiles at the thought of the pictures she is going to see. “Yes! Can we get pizza and watch Lion King?” Even though it will be the fifth time they watch this movie this month, Spencer is happy to do anything his daughter wants. She has him wrapped around her finger.
So not long after this heartfelt conversation they sit on the sofa in the living room, crying their eyeballs out after Mufasa died. He deserved better.
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If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf - Pt. 6
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Heyy! The series is ending, but we still have more chapters to come! Enjoy it while it lasts!
You are so done with all of that drama with men! Word count: 2.573 Pairings: Reader x Derek; Reader x Platonic!Laura Contain: Some angst, Original characters (Daniel, your boyfriend; Lafayette, your friend)  Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST PART 1 |  PART 5
Seventeen years later, Santa Monica, California
"Yeah, girl, I know it's annoying. I mean, live in Beacon Hills? C'mon! There's nothing there!"
Lauren was lay down on her mom and dad's bed, talking with her best friend on her cell phone. The room was entirely filled with boxes: Lauren and her parents were moving to Beacon Hills, which had left her completely annoyed. It's hard for a 15 years old teenager to moving away from her friends to live in a completely different - and smaller - city. Then, she heard a voice calling her.
"Lauren..."
You were at the door frame, with your arms crossed and a serious face. When Lauren saw you, her eyes got widen, and she talks with her friend.
"Uh, Brittany, I have to go. You know, my mom is here giving me that glare. I'll call you later, okay? Bye."
Lauren turns off her phone, and you stare at her.
"I thought you were putting the rest of the things from the cabinet in the boxes."
"I was, but Brit called me and-"
Daniel stopped close to you, looking at Lauren with arched eyebrows.
"What's happening? Lauren, I thought you were putting the things from the cabinet in the boxes."
The teenager rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to do it right now, dammit!"
Daniel looks at you, trying to avoid Lauren's sudden bad mood.
"I'll gonna wait for you downstairs."
You nod for him while Daniel moves away from you. Then, you look at Lauren that was taking a few boxes out from the cabinet.
"Look, I'll go downtown with your dad. I'll be here soon, and then we'll leave. Be ready. I'm serious."
"Okay."
You let your older daughter alone in your bedroom, with your stuff being put in the moving boxes. Then, a suitcase caught Lauren's attention. It was beautiful, made with red velvet. She never saw that thing before. Moving by her curiosity, she opened it. Inside it, Lauren found a few things: a photo album, a necklace with a triskelion pendant, and a diary. The first thing Lauren took was the diary, and when she opened it, she saw a plane ticket to Vegas. That travel was made exactly seventeen years before she was born. With that plane tickets, Lauren also found two polaroid photographs. There, she saw you and Laura Hale with eyeglasses on a sunny afternoon in front of the famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign. On the back of that specific photo, a handwritten quote that made Lauren gave a fun smile:
Who cares 'bout the men?
Today, Beacon Hills
Well, Daniel was not Derek's favorite person at all. Was It due to his jealousy? Oh, probably. However, Derek still has his own moral values. It wasn't fair with Daniel what happened between you and Derek, and Hale was completely sure about it. He felt guilty, and if your relationship with Derek wasn't the best earlier, now it seems to get worse. You were feeling guilty about sleeping with him while being in a relationship with Dan, as well as Derek was. He was a nice guy. Daniel didn't deserve it.
Derek was in the hospital where Daniel was working, inside his office with both sitting at the chairs. He made a few questions that would help him to solve the supernatural problem in the city, and despite he had noticed that Daniel wasn't also his biggest fan, he was being pretty collaborative.
"...And this is all I know and saw. I was lucky, I mean, I could have died that night."
Derek nod. Yeah, he could. Despite all, Derek was glad nothing had happened with Daniel.
"Well, a friend of mine managed to escape, so I'm just trying to understand what has happened there."
Daniel stares at him while sitting in his chair, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"You know what, Hale? I don't believe you."
Derek arched his eyebrows. He was surely not expecting that.
"...I think I haven't understood you."
"I don't know much about you, but I know you the Hales are different than the most. Inside that bar, I saw things that I can't understand, just like I can't understand things about you and your family."
Well, he really was not expecting that. After a few weird silent seconds, Derek stares at him.
"There a few things outside that could be better for you if you stay away from."
"I noticed."
"I know. You're smart."
"Yeah, Hale. I am." Daniel stood up from his chair, as well as Derek. Daniel gives him a glare, almost deadly "I'm also smart enough to know there three people in my relationship, am I right, Derek?"
Jeez... In that room and in front of that serious man, Derek could feel what feels like a punch at his stomach. Daniel's words made him dizzy.
But he wouldn't let Daniel affects him.
"I don't know, Daniel. You should talk with (Y/N) to find out. I don't have the answers you want."
"Are you sure you haven't?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Already too annoyed to care, Derek gives his back to Daniel and walks to the door "This is not high school, Daniel. Go talk with her."
And when Derek finally opened the door to leave...
"Derek, wait."
When Derek looks at Daniel, he felt heartbroken. Daniel wasn't with a cold expression anymore. He was surely lost and... heartbroken as well.
"I'm sorry." He started to talk. "I know any of this is your fault. I just know that she is in love with you. She always has." Daniel stares at the floor, melancholic "I envy you. I wish she could love me just like he loves you."
If Daniel's goal was to let Derek without words to say, he achieved it. With the door's handle in his hand, Derek just stares at Daniel without any sign of what he could say. Dammit. It would be the right choice to put all the jealousy to the side to help him someway. Before he could stay anything, Daniel asks:
"Do you love her? Just be honest with me. I need some... Clue of what I should do."
Derek hesitates. However, if it would help him, he would answer. He nods positively, and Daniel lets out a long sigh. This time was Derek's turn to say something.
"I'm serious when I say you need to talk with her."
"I will." Daniel let out a short and humorless laugh. "I'm the intruder here."
"Daniel, I-"
"I will talk with her, Derek. Thank you."
You were heartbroken. You broke up with Daniel. You knew he was bad with it, but when you talked with him about it, you were pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He didn't ask you why you did it or how you decided it. Well, it wasn't like you didn't want to break up with him. It was just the way things happened between both of you. You knew you were being unfair and unfaithful, and that was the reason you felt so bad.
So, he decided to give you a break. You could be back with time, and he was pretty sure he could make you forget all about Derek. And talking about him... Well...
Everyone in the pack knew about you and Daniel, and that's why everyone gave you a break from everything. Without saying things directly, everyone was trying to help you to trespass this phase: Laura appeared at your house with chocolate bars and some movies suggestions to watch. Talia made your favorite food and called you to have lunch at her house. Derek gives you a break about all the supernatural stuff and about himself, and Peter gave you a lot of alcoholic drinks bottles.
But the fact was: You was so done about men! You were so done about all of that drama about Derek and Daniel! Crap! You need some rest.
Two weeks after your breakup with Daniel, you called Laura. It was 1AM, and the older Hale quickly answered your call.
"(Y/N)! What happened?"
"I know it's late, I know." You started to say, sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in one of your hands "But I needed to ask you something."
"...So this is not an emergency? You know, you're not in danger, you didn't say anything-"
"Do you have money?"
Laura's mind got a lack with your question.
"...What?"
"Do you have money? I mean..." You let out a long sigh "Girl... I'm so done with all this shit."
"Wait" Laura sat on her bed "Are you with financial problems or something like that?"
"No, girl. I was thinking about making a trip. We can buy the tickets tomorrow."
The older Hale's sister arched her eyebrows.
"Where do we wanna go?"
"Vegas. You know, who cares 'bout the men? I just want to give me a break, stop feeling guilty and all this shit."
A smile takes form on Laura's lips. She admires your will to move on, and she surely will not let you alone. And Vegas? Oh, it would be fun girls' travel.
"That's my girl. I'll buy the plane tickets right now."
And the next morning, there Laura was! Her suitcase was close to the main door of the house when Derek came from his loft. Confused, he stares at the suitcase and then his sister.
"I didn't know you would travel."
"Neither do I. But you know what? I'm kinda excited. It will be fun."
Derek arch his eyebrows. It was certainly not the answer he was asking for. Then, the doorbell rings. Talia appears from the doorframe of the living room.
"I'll open it."
And when Talia opened the door, there you are: A car was waiting on the street, and you were with a huge smile on your face. Talia's heart got warm when she saw you that way.
"Hi, dear. Laura's ready."
"Oh, really? Great, because I'm already am too."
You got into the house, and despite Derek's heart failed a beat when he saw you, he still with a huge interrogation point on his head.
"Do you talked with that friend?" Laura asked for you while she takes her suitcase from the floor.
"Yeah, he is waiting for us outside. He knows everything about Vegas. The best places to eat, to have fun..."
Completely lost about that matter, Derek followed you and his sister outside.
"Wait, are you going to Vegas?"
Before you could answer him, a car stopped behind your friend's car: It was Daniel, running in your direction. You let out a long sigh in annoyance, and Derek got even more confused. Laura looks at you with wide eyes.
And this is how things exploded: In front of the Hale house.
"(Y/N), wait!" Daniel runs in your direction "I know things got complicated between us, but can we please talk? Wait." Daniel stares at Derek, and then he stares at you "What are you doing here?"
Without any patience for all of that and already too tired to care, you stare at him.
"I'm here to take my goddamn best friend on a trip. Daniel, please, you were being great during those days, but please, don't try to create drama now."
"I'm not trying to create any drama, (Y/N). I just want to talk and solve things. I think you already had time enough to put things straight on your head, so we can talk and try to solve the things that are going wrong between us."
Oh, man... You couldn't believe it.
"Are you serious, Daniel?! What part of "we're done" you couldn't understand?!"
All that drama made the entire pack suddenly appear in the front door: While Talia watches everything with wide eyes and Laura stares at you and Dan like a tennis play, Cora, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and Peter had run to know what the hell is going on.
Yeah, it was such a scene. A worthy soap operas drama. Oh, and things got even worse when Derek invaded your arguing with your, now, ex-boyfriend.
"Look, leave her alone. She already said what was needed."
That was enough to make Peter look at his niece Cora.
"Well, I miss pop-corn right now."
Derek's presence made Daniel blush in pure rage. His eyes stare at Hale in a homicidal way.
"No one asked anything for you, Derek. This is all your fault! We were great before you come back!"
Your eyes got widen, already knowing what all of that would result in. You knew Derek and Daniel so well to know things probably would evolve. They were two stubborn men wanting the same woman. Things would get worse, surely.
"Look" Derek approaches Daniel, with a low and threatening voice "I'll request you politely one time, and I just do it once: You'll get the hell outta here and leave (Y/N)'s alone, or I swear that I'll rip your throat."
"Enough!"
Your yell was what they needed to finally look at you. The arguing between Derek and Daniel ended with both of them looking at you. It was your turn to say a few things:
"Daniel, look at me: You're being stubborn as hell. I don't want to come back to you. I don't feel anything other than a friendship about you. That's why I broke up. I don't love you."
"You are telling me a thing that I already know, (Y/N). I'm just saying that we just need some time to-"
"We don't need time, Daniel! Do you know what we need? We need to not date! Do you got it, or do I need to draw it for you?" You stare at Derek, talking with him now "I appreciate your gentleman manners, but I know how to defend myself. And you know what?" You look at both men now, raising your middle fingers. "Fuck you both! I'm choosing myself. You guys can punch each other if you want. I don't give a fuck."
Both of them were looking at you in shock, and your face was warm in rage. Actually, everyone was looking at you in shock because you were freaking out. You yelled again, looking at your friend's car.
"Lafayette!"
From the car, a stunning black drag queen with pink hair came out.
"Hi, dear!"
"We're leaving. Could you please help Laura with her bag? Thank you!"
Lafayette approaches Laura and took her suitcase, bringing it to the car. Then, you grabs Laura's wrist and started to drag her to the car. The older Hale sister looks at everyone with wide eyes.
"Let's get outta here, Laura. I'm done with that shit!" You both got into the car, as soon as Lafayette, and you look at Laura "If you bring a man to our hotel's bedroom, I swear by God that I'll get your heart out with my hand."
You were definitely freaking out. You really were so done with all of that shit!
"Girl..." Laura stares at you, scared "You're definitely spending too much time with my family. You even learned how to threaten someone."
"Hey, girls" Lafayette looks at both of you in the backseat "No men, no drama! Let's go!"
Lafayette turns on the car, and Be Happy by CLMD starts to play loud. Then, the three of you were running to LA in the direction of a relaxing and fun trip. And to be happy.
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April 2021 Picks
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And we’re back with the end to another month. April! Wow! Lots more great picks to talk about this time. Lots of new ones to the list too. So, let’s dive in!
Spoiler territory ahead!
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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER
or should I say Captain America and the Winter Soldier
I just finished the finale last night, so it felt right to start off with The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I really enjoyed it and I feel the episodes got stronger as the series went on. Each one felt like a mini-movie and I was upset it was over and had to wait another week for another one. I think the finale was my favorite. Especially the reveal of Sam as Captain America. I love his suit, his speech and the montage of everyone watching him. The last part of the episode was definitely my favorite and one I can watch on repeat. I loved seeing happy Bucky and him goofing off with the kids in Louisiana. He deserves so much happiness as he has now accepted he’s no longer who he once was. Bucky and Sam’s relationship is fantastic and I can’t wait to see it more. I know there’s a possibility of a second season and they have to be in a future MCU movie. Regarding the villain, I feel I was confused for most of the show as to what their objective was. I’m curious if this is because they had to reshoot parts during the pandemic. I also am mad with Sharon. Like what happened with her? She is definitely the true villain of the show. I also don’t love that we haven’t seen the end of Walker (but Wyatt Russell did a fantastic job). I also loved Torres and I hope he becomes the next Falcon. Definitely so different vibes from Wandavision, but just as good!
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THE IRREGULARS
This is a show that more people need to be talking about! It was SO GOOD! I feel like I heard some buzz about it when it first came out, but not much after. It follows the teens featured about who live on the streets during Victorian London. The leader of their group, Bea gets approached by Dr. John Watson (that’s right...as in Sherlock and Watson) to take on a case that has more supernatural qualities. The story takes off from there. I think the group dynamic was fantastic. There wasn’t a character I didn’t like and each one brought something else important to the group (which they even bring up towards the end of the show). [I’ve watched a few cast interviews since finishing the finale and they seem like they get along really well in real life too.] There is a kind of love triangle, but it didn’t bother me and was over fast. I did like both combinations though. Lots of twists and turns along the journey. I have no idea if there will be another season, but there should be. It didn’t end on a major cliffhanger, but definitely ended in a way where it could continue nicely. Come on Netflix. 
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HBO’S THE NEVERS
From one show set in Victorian times to the next. The Nevers just premiered on HBO and HBO Max earlier this month. It follows an ensemble of characters, similar to other HBO shows, ranging from characters who are called “the touched” to men in government who are against them. Being “touched” means they have a special talent or power, which can range from healing to speaking other languages, being extremely tall, or being an expectational inventor (I seriously love Penance. I just don’t know how to explain her ability). Amalia True and Penance Adair are two of the main characters and they help bring in others who are touched to a remodeled orphanage that is a safe haven for people like them. Of course there are those who are against them existing. This seems to be at least two groups as someone is abducting and experimenting on some of the touched, but we don’t know who they are...yet. I love the fusion of a historical setting with a fantasy element. I am very excited to see where the show is headed. I also love seeing so many of my favorite British actors on the screen together.      
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ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND
Time for a throw back. Fans of ABC’s Once Upon a Time might remember the short lived spin off following Alice in Wonderland (and some of Aladdin). It only lasted for one season of 13 episodes, but I remember loving it and I am so happy I can rewatch it on Disney Plus. It reminds me of why I enjoyed OUAT so much and I think this show deserved another season or more crossover with the original show. (Luckily the Knave got that opportunity.) I think it should have aired as a summer show or when OUAT was on hiatus, this way more fans would have tuned in. It is something I’ll believe forever. 
Anyway, I’ll stop ranting now... I love Alice. I think she’s a badass and a fierce warrior. If you follow some of my posts on my other blog, Lydia-yougowith-Stiles, you’ll know that I love a warrior romance and Cyrus and Alice fit that perfectly (even if they are apart for much of the series). I also love Alice’s hair and outfits. Everything about her is cool. Her relationship with the Knave is one of my favorite friendships ever. I think they balance each other out so well and how they spend most of the journey together. Back in the day, I totally shipped them, but now I definitely don’t. (Even though I don’t love Anastasia.) This is definitely worth the watch if you’ve ever heard of Once Upon a Time or not. There is very cheesy CGI especially for 2013, but once you get pass that you’ll love it. 
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ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST
It was on a longer break than I expected, and I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would (which I know doesn’t sound good for a show), but I am still loving all the episodes this season. It feels like there are more musical numbers, which I love. Mandy Moore is killing it with the choreography. There are so many amazing moments. I also was a big fan of the newest glitch episode. Everyone is so talented and I also like that we’ve started to hear from more like Jenna and Tobin. Leif has become one of my favorites. I don’t love the new neighbor next door, but I think we’re done with his storyline. I’m not loving the Zoey love triangle, but I do like her with either Simon or Max. She seems really happy with Simon now. (FYI: I haven’t watched the most recent episode yet. The glitch one was my latest.) Can’t wait for more!    
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KUNG FU
CW’s newest show this month was Kung Fu, which I just learned was a reboot. It follows Nicky who returns after 3 years to her home in San Francisco. Her family has mixed feelings as she has had no contact with them for the last 3 years. She is now a Kung Fu master and warrior, out to avenge her mentor’s death and stop a villain from acquiring mythical weapons. The show gives me Arrow vibes every time I watch it. It has similar flashbacks each episode to an earlier time in Nicky’s life. While Nicky’s mission is different, the style just gives me early seasons of Arrow vibes, which I am not complaining about. It stars Legacies’ Alyssa Chen, who I didn’t love on Legacies, but instantly fell in love with Nicky. I think she’s a bad ass character and love how she’s fighting for the underdogs on the streets of San Fran, while also taking down a bigger evil. The love triangle is heating up and I’m definitely team Henry (even though there’s some mystery there). I think he’s great and once again we have an awesome warrior romance. They balance each other so well and it’s only been like 3 episodes. Now they’ve also been sleuthing together and it’s just amazing. 
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NANCY DREW
Are you sick of hearing me talk about CW’s Nancy Drew? I hope not because I’m going to fangirl again. I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH! I can’t wait till Wednesday comes and I tune in a little after it starts, so then I can fast forward on my DVR. Then when the episode is over I basically start it all over again and watch select scenes that were awesome. (More specifically, they tend to be Nancy and Ace scenes because I love them and we’re entering so much angst I don’t know if my heart will be able to handle it!!!) 
I’ll say it a thousand times: THIS CAST IS EVERYTHING! Their dynamic is amazing. You can have any match ups and it’ll be a great time. There is not one person I don’t like. I was so upset that there wasn’t a new episode last week (especially because it was my birthday). I loved the last one with the Hardy Boys and that Nace reveal! OMG! I’m so sad that Grant has left again because we barely had him, but I feel he’ll eventually come back. He has to. I loved the ending when he spoke to Thom by signing to him. (My heart!) I seriously can’t say enough great things about this show. It is not your typical CW show and deserves more love and views. So happy a third season has already been confirmed!! 
LAST NOTES
Just started Shadow and Bone on Netflix and am loving it! I’m sure I’ll have an entire post dedicated to it when I’m done. (Currently going to start episode 6.) I have no background on the universe or the books (just what my sister is filling me in with as we watch). I definitely plan on reading Six of Crows after this!
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So what are you enjoying? Let me know. I’m always looking for more shows to add to the list! Can never have enough. 
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morizoras-cave · 4 years
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Father Figure (Request)
Tom Hiddleston x gn!teen!co-star!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Request Description: Maybe a Tom Hiddleston/teen-reader where the reader always thought of Tom as a father figure and when she finds out he is expecting a child of his own she gets upset that he might abandon her since she’s not his child when the baby is born
Warnings: unrequested headcanon, dead father/parent underage drinking!, language
(A/N): THIS IS A HEADCANON!! surprise! it turned out a lot more angsty than i anticipated.. also am i shitting myself or is this kinda bad
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Your dad died when you were seven
You didn’t remember much
A little bit sure
But you didn’t know him at all
What kind of person he was
That hurt you a lot in your life
Your childhood was rippled with trauma of your deceased father
You were always very self aware about the topic
You knew you longed for a father figure your entire life
And it often switched between random movie and cartoon figures
But you never had one
Then in when you were quite a young child you became part of the Marvel cast
You were part of the Thor movies
You joined on the very first one, granted back then your character was a lot less important
But your character was consistent, and grew more and more important in the MCU
It was your biggest achievement 
And of course you grew pretty close with the cast
They were always super nice to you
All of them
But you were closest with Tom
I mean how couldn’t you?
You worked together for no less than 7 years
And honestly Tom was just a bangin’ dude
A super nice guy
You guys watched movies together, discussed video games and music, talked quirky topics, and studied strange history facts together
You were honestly very similar
You had a great friendship and that was it
That was supposed to be it
But given how you were always very self aware about the trauma of not having a dad had given you
You knew something was up
I mean, it didn’t take a scientist for you to figure out that your brain had definitely plopped him in the “dad slot” 
And you hated yourself for it
Why did you have to make things so awkward with your stupid head?
But Tom was too nice and too friendly for you to distance yourself
So your bond to him only got stronger and stronger
You actually called him dad once
“Alright, thanks, dad” you’d said
THANKFULLY he hadn’t heard
But you were grown enough to talk to him about it
You confessed to him one day after having a little bit of wine
Okay, maybe a lot of wine
“You know, my dad died when I was seven, right? Right? So I... My brain does this stupid there where- where it makes random dudes my dad. You know, because I never had one.. And I’m- My brain is sad about it”
Tom was 
I mean
Shocked
But he knew what you meant
He understood 
He said “Your brain seems very distressed” 
You nodded
“Tell your brain it’s okay”
You smiled drunkenly and mumbled something incoherent to your brain
You didn’t remember that night but Tom sure did
You just woke up the next day and Tom was suspiciously nice and smiling.
He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved you too, you know?
You worked together for s o o o long
He always considered you family
He was happy you felt like that, because it proved to him how close you truly were
So he just started being a bit more dad-like
You know
“Eat your veggies”
“Stay hydrated”
“Take a break”
“Want ice cream?”
Dad duties all around
But then he got a girlfriend 
You loved her
She was super nice and adorable
She turned into a wife
You were at the wedding
You comforted her before the ceremony
Then
She got pregnant
And reality came crashing down 
You’d almost been living in this weird reality where he was just your dad
And that was just how it was
But he was going to be having a baby
And the more he talked about it (and not about any of your usual topics)
The more he smiled and giggled and was nervous and excited
The more he longed for it
The quieter
The sadder
And the lonelier you grew
You couldn’t believe it
You were losing your dad again
It made you so angry and sad
And it made you feel hatred towards yourself
Because of course he deserved happiness
Of course he deserved a child
You just thought you were enough
The thought that you weren’t was enough to send you down a spiral
You got very depressed
And for a long time you distanced yourself and got bitter and angry and sad and lonely
And you didn’t say anything
“Only one more month!” Tom would bound onto set with a huge smile and all his coworkers would congratulate him
But someone was missing
You
“Where’s Y/n?” he asked
A confused murmur came from his coworkers
Why weren’t you there? You and Tom were practically dad and child
“They’re in the break room, i think”
Tom ran into the break room with a goofy smile to tell you his baby was coming
Soon
But he was not greeted with the expected atmosphere
He walked in to see you 
Leaned over the table and a piece of paper
A pen in your hand
You were shaking
No, you were crying
Your body raked with sobs
“Y-Y/n?”
You stiffened at the sound of his voice
“What’s wrong?” he came over to you, dropping everything and grabbing your arm and shoulder for comfort
You always loved that. Said it made you feel comfortable
Not this time though
You pulled away coldly, saying nothing
“Y/n.. what’s going on?”
He read the paper in front of you
His eyes widened
A resignation
You were quitting Thor?
Quitting Marvel?
“Y/n! What’s the meaning of this?” he was wildly confused
“I’m quitting”
“Yeah, I got that! Why?”
You paused. 
“It’s not a big deal..-”
“It is a big deal! It’s a huge deal!”
He held onto your arm tightly, “Tell me the real reason.”
“I just.. I thought of you as my father, okay?” your voice was shaking. Tom understood almost immediately. 
“I thought of you as my father, and now I’m realising I’ve been living in this fantasy land, where that is the truth. But I didn’t notice I was just being intruding.”
“I’m resigning so I can stop holding you back with my silly.. Trauma, or whatever.”
Tom was silent for a while. His hand squeezed your arm every once in a while.
“You’re not intruding-” you rolled your eyes “And I’m not just saying that!”
“I knew you thought of my as your father!”
You looked at him. How, you wondered. 
“You told me one night. You were drunk.. That isn’t important.. What is important is that you understand, that my new baby won’t change anything.”
He looked into your eyes. You could see it in there, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. 
“Of course, you’re not my real child, but that doesn’t matter at all. In my head, you’re my child. Just as I’m your dad in your head.”
He chuckled when you finally broke out in a smile.
“And I know it’s a bit weird, honestly.” he giggled sheepishly “but we’ve been working together for so long, that we just are.”
“We are family.”
You cried. You cried out of happiness, and relief, and fulfilment. 
You had a dad, you realised. 
And you shredded your resignation with the paper-shredder. 
Then you went to dinner together, and you talked about all things baby.
Names, cribs, baby proofing gear and all sorts of other things
In that restaurant, you were happy and content.
You loved him and you loved his stupid baby. 
Whoever they were, they were going to be an amazing human if they were raised by him.
That thought was enough.
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seasonsofeverlark · 4 years
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Memories in Winter
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Author: @hutchhitched​
Prompt: I would love an Everlark fic based on the Pentatonix song “Coldest Winter”. Any rating. [submitted by anonymous]
Rating: M
Summary: Peeta’s alone with only memories to warm him on a cold winter night. Until the phone rings.
Author’s Note: Welcome to your holiday dose of angst. Sorry about that. The lyrics for the song on which this is based is under the cut. Happy holidays!
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On lonely nights I start to fade
Her love’s a thousand miles away
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter
It’s 4 am and I can’t sleep
Her love is all that I can see
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I ever love again
If spring can take the snow away
(If spring can take the snow away)
Can it melt away all of our mistakes
(Can it melt away all of our mistakes)
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend (goodbye my friend)
Will I ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend I won’t ever love again
Memories made in the coldest winter
Peeta Mellark pressed his forehead to the window and watched as it fogged over from the warm breath escaping his nose and mouth. It was cold outside. It always was in December in the mountains in West Virginia, but this year the temps had hovered in the teens for two weeks even though there were still ten days left till Christmas.
He couldn’t sleep. It didn’t matter that it was four am or that he had to be at the bakery he helped his father run in an hour. His mind wouldn’t allow him to shut down earlier, so he’d lain awake for hours sifting through memories and missing her so much his insides hurt. He knows she feels the same whenever she has time to remember him.
Katniss Everdeen was his best friend for years before they decided to take their relationship to the next level. They’d been so, so young and naïve and stupid as hell, but they’d also been head over heels for each other as they basked in the throes of young love and few responsibilities. He should have known better. He really should have. He’d had a built-in safety net—a job at the family business—while Katniss struggled to make her way in the world. She’d worried about her career and financial status until she’d finally enlisted in the military to ensure a solid future.
Peeta hated her deployment, despised an economy that extended so few options for employment that his best friend, the woman he loved, had no other options than to sign over her body and service and ship out to another continent. He couldn’t even think about the possibility that she was in danger on top of it all.
It’d been 16 months since he’d seen her in person. Sixteen long months since he’d held her in his arms and felt her body pressed against his. Too long since she’d sighed his name as she welcomed him inside her, since he poured his love into her, since they were together and united and blissfully happy.
He didn’t know why he kept waiting, wasn’t sure why he believed it would ever end. He wasn’t this strong. He needed her, and he needed them, and he’d made mistakes, and she’d done things that hurt him. How could they ever overcome any of it, let alone make all the wrongs right?
He didn’t deserve her. He wasn’t sure he deserved anyone after some of the things he’d done, but he wanted her, needed love like he needed air. Man could not live by bread alone. Peeta could feel that truth in his very bones.
Snow whirled outside, coating the trees and scampering along the window panes. Clouds obscured the moon and stars, so only weak light from the streetlamps shone. The effect was apocalyptic, turning the world around him a sickly yellow with a reddish hue. Maybe that’s how his life would be from now on. Perhaps he deserved a life of despair. How could she ever forgive him, and was it possible for him to accept her after what she’d one to him?
Conflict resolution should be taught in schools. Instead of teaching to a test, teachers should pit students against each other and force them to fight fair through words and sharing feelings and healthy debate. He’d been too passive, too willing to take what was offered instead of what he needed and to give what didn’t help her. If he’d only listened more, he could have been part of the solution instead of the problem.
His forehead was freezing, but he didn’t move. He needed the chill to thaw the numbness. It didn’t make sense, but neither did the way he loved someone he couldn’t have. He knew she cared about him, but sometimes love just isn’t enough.
His phone rang, and he jumped at the sound penetrating the calm and quiet. He only had a few minutes before he needed to head to work, but a 4:30 am phone call wasn’t normal. He stared at the phone screen, considered the blocked number, and felt his heart thump twice in his chest.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Peeta. Merry Christmas.”
“Katniss,” he sighed. His body relaxed, his eyes pricked with tears, and he sank into the couch on unsteady legs.
“I miss you. I love you. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Her words were balm to his wounds and a salve to his soul. Her voice lilted like music as it escaped her lips, and he felt it wrap around him, binding him up, making him whole. He gripped his phone, his knuckles white, as he clung to his lifeline.
“I miss you, too. Love you, too. Please come home soon.”
“I miss the cold. It’s so hot here. I miss curling up with you. I miss the hot chocolate, and I miss the way you kept me warm when we were stranded that one time.”
He remembers it so clearly it’s like a movie reel plays in his head. Car trouble on a back road. Their frosty breath as they kissed. The way her chilled skin grew heated as they moved together. The way she moaned as he moved inside her. The euphoria of their climaxes. The sound of his name on her lips. Those three words binding them together. The wash of headlights on the trees when their rescue arrived.
“You still love me. Real or not real?” he asked, his voice husky with remorse and longing.
“Real. It’s always real, Peeta.”
“You’re still trying to protect me.”
“I’m trying to protect everyone. That’s what the military’s supposed to do.”
He closed his eyes. He could barely block it out, but he tried. He really did. He wanted to believe her, needed to know he wasn’t alone in this.
“When will I ever see you again?”
It was a plaintive cry, but she didn’t scoff. Instead, she told him what he’d been dying to hear.
“I’ll be home in the spring. I have to go, Peeta. We’re moving out. I love you.”
“I love you. Stay safe, Katniss.”
He wasn’t sure she heard him before the call disconnected. He only knew she’d given him what he’d been waiting for. She’d be home in the spring. They’d reconnect when the earth was reborn. He’d make her a crown of dandelions and ask her to be queen of his heart. Until then, it was winter, the coldest he could remember. Only memories of her could keep him warm.
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violetwolfraven · 3 years
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“Oh my gosh, Flynn! Don’t bother coming!”
Part 2 of that flarrie angst I wrote earlier. This should be fun.
Tw: abandonment, denial of feelings, a little internalized homophobia.
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“Oh my gosh, Flynn! Don’t bother coming!”
Of course Carrie doesn’t want Flynn and Julie to come to her performance. Why would she? It’s not like they’re friends anymore. They’re not. They haven’t been for a while.
Carrie does not miss Flynn and Julie.
She doesn’t. She doesn’t need them. They were good friends while it lasted, sure, but that’s over and dead and it’s never coming back so Carrie isn’t stuck in the past missing them.
She’s got Dirty Candi now. And the others are talented, but not enough to be competition like Julie is, and they have a healthy fear of the girl who can kick them out of the band if she wants, so they don’t challenge her like Flynn does. They do what they’re told. Carrie doesn’t have to care about their opinions beyond making sure they know they can tell her if any choreography or costumes make them uncomfortable. Considering she’s had to alter a grand total of two dance moves since they got together, that’s not even that big of a concern.
It is not lonely, being a bubblegum pop princess ruling alone over her little kingdom by fear. It’s... different from how things were with Julie and Flynn, but it’s better. The other girls know that their talents lie mostly in dance and these days, that alone isn’t enough to get them the fame they want so badly. They need Carrie to get any real fame. Hopefully, that means they can’t just leave at the drop of a hat.
Sure, maybe Kayla never used to look at her with that caution before their dance class became their band, but it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s probably better, because if she’s afraid of Carrie, she can’t hurt her.
None of them can. No one can.
Carrie’s finally as invincible as she always wished she was and she is not lonely.
She doesn’t miss having Julie to bounce music ideas off of and Flynn to...
Flynn. Talking about everything from things that don’t actually matter to things that really, really do. Watching Pirates of the Caribbean and chugging soda to stay awake and braiding each other’s hair.
Flynn, who is as sarcastic as she is compassionate, level-headed as they are ready to throw hands with anyone who hurts one of her friends. Fiercely protective yet would probably sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
Carrie can still remember the process to help when there’s something bothering them. Turn on her favorite movie trilogy, mess around with her hair a bit, talk about nothing important until they’re ready to talk about whatever is important. Give Flynn her full attention, making sure they feel seen and her feelings are validated. Carrie got it down to a science years ago, and it always felt nice to help when they were upset. It made this warm feeling flush through her chest, seeing that lovely smile of hers creep out, and...
And okay, maybe Carrie can’t watch Pirates of the Caribbean anymore because it feels wrong to watch it without them, but that doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean she misses her!
Carrie doesn’t miss people. Missing someone doesn’t bring them back, so why bother? And besides, Flynn and Julie are hardly the first people to leave her behind.
Honestly, though, she doesn’t expect Nick to leave until he does.
She knows about his crush on Julie (and on at least one of his lacrosse teammates at any given time). She’s not blind. Of course she knows. And she doesn’t particularly care, because she knows Nick, and she knows he wouldn’t cheat.
And she knows that they’ve been together since the beginning of 8th grade—over 2 years—and most teen relationships don’t last 2 months, so it’s not exactly a surprise that he doesn’t like her that way anymore. He did in the beginning, but lately they’ve been drifting apart not so much physically as emotionally. They’re not the same people they were in 8th grade.
Nick has known Julie for as long as he’s known Carrie, so of course he knew Rose, too (another person in Carrie’s life that left.) and for him, with the Molinas’ tendency to provide family figures to anyone who needs them, her death was probably a ripping open of old wounds, considering how his own mother died when he was little. Rose’s death affected him almost as much as it did a girl who’s known the Molinas since she was in diapers.
Carrie just... tried really hard not to think about it. She’s still trying really hard not to think about it. Because Rose was... well, she was around for more of Carrie’s childhood than her deadbeat of a blood mother was.
That woman is another thing Carrie tries really hard not to think about.
She who only stuck around for the first 7 years of Carrie’s life, and then left because... because she cried too much or needed too much attention or just got to be too much effort? Because she wasn’t a part of the future her mother wanted?
Because Carrie was never wanted in the first place?
It’s not like her dad ever told her, but Carrie’s not stupid. She knows that her parents were never married, and her dad had been tripping hard on the consequences of teenage fame around the time she would have been conceived. He’d cleaned up his act for her and her mom hadn’t because why would she put in the effort for the product of what was probably a one night stand?
Carrie’s not stupid. No one told her, but she knows she was an accident. And she doesn’t care. She doesn’t let how she came to be affect how she lives her life. She doesn’t be bright and flashy and talented to prove that she deserves her space in the world. She doesn’t let it affect her perception of herself or her relationships.
Flynn is always so effortlessly confident in themself, no matter if she’s feeling conflicted about her mom having a girlfriend or angry about their dad ignoring them or sad about her best friend’s mom who was as good as another mother to them dying. It’s one of the things Carrie loves hates the most about her. That she could be that confident (so confident she could almost make Carrie feel confident in herself).
Flynn always acts like they’re right. It’s infuriating because she almost always is she’s wrong when it comes to Carrie.
Okay, maybe Carrie doesn’t like Nick that way. Maybe Flynn’s right about that. But he bops to her songs. He doesn’t challenge her. And he’s hiding from acting on any of his actual crushes just like her.
They’re together because... because Carrie does like being around him. Nick’s easy to like. He’s friendly with practically everyone and has pretty flexible music taste. He’s popular, like her. They make sense together.
And Carrie knows he’s been hiding behind her to avoid confronting his crush on Julie for the last several months, so it honestly doesn’t make sense why he’d want to stop. What they’re doing now is safe. It’s easy. Effortless, really.
And it’s apparently not enough. Carrie is apparently not enough for him anymore.
Whatever. She doesn’t think him and Julie are going to get together, be it because of Julie’s new crush on her guitarist or Nick’s already-established inability to make a damn move on a real crush. Honestly, she’s expecting him to chicken out and run back to her like the last couple times.
Or at least... she is until he accuses her of the same thing Flynn did years ago.
When Flynn who is always right insisted she’s...
Carrie remembers back when they first came out, when Triple Threat was they were maybe... 11? 10? As a lesbian with she/they pronouns. She remembers how everyone was supportive, but Rose did pull Julie and Carrie aside later to say that they need to look out for Flynn because people can be hateful and though it’s getting better, things will be harder for her because of who they are.
And Rose was right. In the spotlight, it’s harder to be anything but straight. Her dad told her once about a friend he had when he was younger who faced so much shit because he was gay. She saw the stickynote some idiot stuck in Flynn’s locker in 7th grade. She’s seen producers and choreographers willing to work with Dirty Candi—until they look at Courtney’s Instagram and find that she’s out and proud and therefore not as marketable to a mainstream audience.
It’s not easy to be anyone trying to get your big break. But if you’re straight your sexuality is never one of the things that gets in the way, so Carrie is straight.
She’s fine with Courtney being out. She’s not their front woman and the group’s reputation can survive that. And Julie and Flynn’s sexualities are never one of the things Carrie mocks about them, but she knows from stalking the comments on Edge of Great and seeing some assholes saying shit about Julie being bisexual that others aren’t so kind.
Another reason Carrie liked being with Nick was because she had an excuse not to think about any of this.
Not to replay Flynn’s voice in her mind from when they were 13, confessing feelings Carrie had never even considered and asking her out.
She’d run away from that—run to Nick—because... because she felt bad, breaking Flynn’s heart. Not because there was any kind of realization and consequential panic about feelings for her that Carrie might, hypothetically return.
It’s easier to be straight. Being straight doesn’t hurt her career, and she needs her career because she’s got to prove to everyone who ever left her that they should’ve stayed that she’s just as talented as her dad.
So when the feelings and heartbreak and complications ruin their friendship because Flynn is right can’t accept being wrong, she doesn’t miss Flynn. She doesn’t miss Flynn. She doesn’t miss Flynn.
Pirates of the Caribbean isn’t even that good of a franchise anyway, so what does Carrie care if Flynn hates her guts and calls her a demon and growls that you don’t even like him and you can lie to the world and yourself about who you are but we can be friends again when you’re ready to stop lying to me.
Carrie doesn’t miss them. She doesn’t miss Julie, either. She doesn’t need either of them. She doesn’t want them around. She doesn’t enjoy the (grudgingly) impressed look on Flynn’s face on the rare occasion she shows up to a Dirty Candi show and watches Carrie shine without them.
But with how weird Nick’s been acting lately... maybe she does need Julie and Flynn’s help to find out what’s wrong, because the normal Nick left her clearly doesn’t trust her anymore and she won’t be able to help him by herself.
So after over a year of pushing them away, telling them not to bother coming to her performances, being angry that Julie is so successful, Carrie sucks it up, takes a deep breath, and walks over to Julie’s locker for a civil conversation.
The murderous look that Flynn gives her doesn’t matter. It’s fine.
Carrie hasn’t missed her, or... desperately wanted her around even when they were fighting or anything.
...
I’m pretty sure I saw someone call the blue one Courtney once. I don’t think it’s a canon name but that’s who that is if anyone was wondering.
I kinda rushed finishing this because jatp won an mtv award and I wanted to contribute to (maybe) making it trend so sorry if it kinda sucks! If you do like it, comments are love so please comment!
Also let me know if you want a part 3 cause I’m undecided on writing more to this.
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multifandomwriter56 · 4 years
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Just Listen
A/N: This is the tenth (and final) prompt from my Ten Angst Prompts. I got the prompt from this post. This is also for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge
Square Filled: Reader Insert
Prompt Sentence: "Why can't you just learn to let the fuck go?"
Characters: Clark Kent, Martha Kent, Teen!Reader
Summary: Clark finally learns to listen to why his adoptive daughter wants to meet her biological parents. He just wished he would’ve listened to her before they fought.
Warnings: language, angst, small spoilers for all of Henry Cavill’s Superman movies.
Word Count: 1,174
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Clark lands in the tall grass, smiling at his childhood home; glad to be back from the long mission with the gang. He enjoys being with them at Wayne Manor, but he loves coming back home to his family. 
His good mood quickly disappears as a frown creases onto his face. His supersonic ears hear the yelling coming from inside the house. He lifts his feet, zooming to the front steps just as the door opens; his adoptive daughter stepping over the threshold with a suitcase in her hand. 
“Where are you going?”
“Dad?” Y/n freezes at the sight of her father. “I-I thought you were going to be gone for another week?”
“Victor was able to find the criminal faster than we expected. Where are you going?”
“Y/n Kent, you are not leaving this house until- Oh Clark, you’re home.” Clark’s mother, Martha comes to halt behind her granddaughter when she sees her son.
Clark raises an eyebrow at his daughter. What trouble has she gotten into now? 
Ever since Clark died, Y/n has become a rebellious teenager. He misses when she was an innocent, outspoken but obedient kid. Don’t get him wrong, he still loves her and loves who she is. He’s just ready for the anger and the rebellion to be gone. “What’s with the suitcase, Y/n?” 
“I’m staying with a friend.”
“Y/n!” Martha snaps, rather harshly; clearly done with her granddaughter’s lies.
Y/n rolls her eyes, but snaps them back to her father when he grabs her chin. 
“Watch the attitude, young lady.” He warns; keeping eye contact until she drops her gaze. He releases her chin, folding his arms over his chest. “Stop lying and answer my question.”
Y/n sighs, releasing her grip on her suitcase. She knows there’s no way she’ll get to see them now; not with her father here to stop her. “I was going to see them.”
Clark’s eyes narrow, silently hoping she’s not talking about who he thinks she’s talking about. “Them?”
“I know you know who I’m talking about, Dad.”
Clark closes his eyes. It’s a good thing he has control over his powers, or else he doesn’t think he could stop the heat releasing from his eyes. “Why can’t you learn to let the fuck go?” He regrets the words as soon as the last syllable escapes his lips. 
“Clark!” It’s his name this time that comes from his mother’s scolding tone. 
Y/n shoves her suitcase, letting it fall at his feet. “Fuck you.” Ignoring the tears falling, she turns on her heel, squeezes past Martha and sprints to her room. 
He refuses to look at his mother, knowing she’s giving him that disappointed look. If he sees it, he’ll cave, apologizing to not only her but to Y/n as well. He’s not ready to admit he was in the wrong. “I know, Ma.” He whispers before shooting straight up. He needs to clear his head before facing his daughter.
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Y/n stays in her room until morning, ignoring Martha’s pleas for her to eat dinner. She knew Clark wouldn’t be happy when he found out she was trying, once again, to see her biological parents. But she didn’t think he would react as badly as he did.
Why is he so against it? Did he not do the same thing to Martha when he found out there were more people like him? Why can’t he be as understanding as his own mother? Why is it wrong for her to want to meet her biological parents; but it wasn’t wrong for him? It’s not fair. 
Her body stiffens when there’s a knock on her door. 
“Y/n, let me in please.” 
Hearing the regretful tone in her father’s voice, she decides to give him a chance to apologize. So she stands, unlocks the door, and lets him in without saying a word. She sits back on her bed while Clark stands awkwardly in front of her.
“I’m sorry for how I spoke to you yesterday. I’m your father and I should’ve handled that in a more mature way.”
Y/n nods, accepting his apology. She waits to see if he’ll apologize for forbidding her from meeting her biological parents. 
Clark clears his throat, wondering where her apology for trying to sneak out behind his back is. 
“Anything else you want to say?” Y/n decides she’s done waiting.
Clark’s eyebrow shot up at that. “What else am I supposed to say? I apologized.”
“Yeah, for being an asshole.”
Clark opens his mouth to scold her for the cursing, but decides against. “I’ll let that go because I deserved it; but that’s you’re only freebie. You know how I, and your grandma, feel about cursing.”
Y/n resists the urge to argue further about that particular subject. That’s a battle to fight another time. “I need to see them, Dad.” Before he can tell her no, she changes tactics. “Have you ever thought I wanted to see them so I can tell them off? Or to ask them why they did what they did? Or maybe, just maybe I need closure so I can move on.”
Clark’s jaw snaps shut at her words. He never thought about it that way. His own experience with finding out who his biological family is didn’t end the way he had hoped. He just didn’t want her to get hurt more than she already did. “I never thought you-” He stops, inhaling before exhaling. “I just never understood why you would want to meet the people who tried to kill you. Even after you came to live with me and Ma, they tried. And when I died-” He hides his face in his hands, sitting down next to her on the bed. “T-They almost succeeded at taking you away from me for good. I may not have been alive at the moment, but knowing that they could’ve taken you away, scared me. Had they succeeded, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle that.”
Y/n leans against her father’s chest, his words washing away her anger towards him. “I love you, Dad. I love being here with you and Grandma. And you know I love Lois. She was there for me when you died, even though she was hurting just as much as I was. I’m grateful everyday that it was you who stopped them from killing me. Even if Aunt Diane is my favorite superhero.”
“Hey! No one beats your old man.” He teases as his fingers dance over her ribs. He smiles when he hears her giggles. He pulls her closer to him. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I should’ve listened.”
The duo hold onto each other in silence for a few moments.
“I’m glad you two made up on your own.” Martha says from the doorway, a mischievous grin in place. “I was giving you till lunch before I started boxing some ears.”
For the first time in days, laughter fills the Kent home.
Forevers: @beautycinders​ @desiredposion​
Henry Cavill: @alyxkbrl​
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buckybeardreams · 3 years
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Unwanted
Chapters: 2/11
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000
Series: Part 1 of Second Chances
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11
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Summary:
Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.
That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.
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Steve was a newly presented Alpha, barely more than a pup, only just having turned eighteen a few months prior, and he was eager to find his soulmate. Eager to start the rest of his life with someone else, to settle down, to start a family. He was an artist that had been lucky to make it big, thanks to some help from his friend, Sam, who had introduced him to Pepper Potts. Most artists struggled to get by on just their art alone, not many managed to make a living off of it. So few managed to make bank while still in high school, if ever at all.
Steve was one of those fortunate few.
Sam was older by nearly twenty years and had far more life experience than Steve did, but Sam also had a soft spot for the kid. It was probably depressing to admit that his best friend was a kid that still believed in dreams coming true, but it was true. Sam met Steve when the teen started volunteering at a homeless shelter that catered to vets who hadn't received the support they needed when they came home.
Ever since then Sam had taken to mentoring the kid, supporting him when his asshole father only seemed to tear him down. Maybe it was Sam's fault that Steve had such unrealistic expectations about life and soulmates and happy ever afters. Sam had made a point of telling the kid, who had been so scared and broken when he first met him, that he could do anything he set his mind to and he could have anything that he dreamed of. Sam didn't regret building up his self-confidence, he just hoped the world didn't let the boy down.
For the first time in a long time, Sam felt like maybe dreams really could come true. His soulmate - even thinking the word made Sam feel all fuzzy - went to talk to his best friend, so naturally Sam had taken the opportunity to go see his own best friend.
"I can't believe you found your soulmate!" Steve said. "What was it like? Did you know the moment you met his eyes just like in the stories?"
Sam grinned stupidly, sighing and falling back on the couch, his legs over the arm and his head in Steve's lap.
"It was perfect. He's perfect. It was just like in the stories. Our eyes met and we were drawn to each other. We both knew exactly what was happening and I fell in love before he even opened his mouth. Then he told me that if I thought he was going to be some mindless Omega that obeyed his Alpha's every command that I have another thing coming." Sam laughed.
Steve was enthralled, caught up in his tale.
"Then what happened?"
"Then he kissed me and it was like fireworks exploded around us, and in our mouths. He tasted like heaven," Sam said dreamily. "He dragged me off to the bathroom and sucked me off in the stall and then I took him home and fucked him all night. Didn't let him off my knot until like an hour ago, when he said he really needed to go tell his best friend about us. That's when I came here to tell you, because you're my best friend."
Steve blushed the way he always did when Sam said that, but grinned.
"That sounds perfect. I hope it's like that when I meet my soulmate."
"I'm sure it will be," Sam reassured him.
Sam really hoped it would be, and he really hoped that Steve would meet his soulmate someday. Not everyone did and even those who did, well, things happened and not everyone got to keep their soulmates their whole lives. Steve nodded, but bit his lip nervously.
"I'm going to be a good Alpha, Sam. I'm gonna be so good to my Omega and give them everything that an Alpha is supposed to give their Omega. My mark, my knot, my pups. All of it," Steve said, determined.
Sam smiled a little sadly at him and sat up.
"I know you'll be a great Alpha, Steve, but you know you don't have to change who you are. Your soulmate will love you just the way you are and if they don't then they don't deserve you."
Steve shook his head.
"No, I want to do all of that for my Omega. I just know it. It doesn't matter that I like to get off while fingering myself. That won't matter once I have an Omega. I won't need to do that anymore, because I'll have my soulmate to get me off and even if I can't always get off that'd be fine. It won't be about me. It will be about them and when they need me to knot them I will. I'll make it happen no matter what."
Sam sighed, but nodded.
"I know you will, kid."
*****
Tony wasn't sure how long he laid there, but he must have fallen asleep on the couch at some point, because he woke up to the sound of a key turning in the lock. Tony groaned, cursing and stumbling off the couch, clutching at his head when it protested the sudden movement, and rushing to the bathroom. Brock saw the empty bottle on the ground by the couch when he opened the door, told his Alpha to wait in the living room and headed off to find Tony.
"Tony? Are you okay?" Brock called out, knocking on the bathroom door after he checked his room and found it empty.
Tony just groaned and heaved into the toilet.
"I'm gonna get you some aspirin," Brock said.
"Do you want any help?" Sam asked, concerned.
"No, he'll be upset if you try to help him. He hates Alphas."
"Right." Sam glanced anxiously at the bathroom door.
Every instinct inside him was telling him that there was an Omega in need in there and he should help them, but he shoved the urge down. If Brock said his help wouldn't be wanted Sam definitely wasn't going to force it on Tony. Even Omegas who didn't hate Alphas didn't necessarily want an Alpha they didn't know to be around them when they were feeling vulnerable.
Brock brought Tony aspirin and a glass of water and held him when he broke down crying. They sat on the bathroom floor for a while, Tony curled up in Brock's lap, sobbing and saying he didn't want to be alone and he just knew that he was going to be alone forever, because who could ever want an Omega as fucked up as Tony was.
That was a big reason why Tony didn't want to find his soulmate. As much as he insisted it was because they would probably be an asshole and he didn't need someone to try and control him, the truth was that it was mostly because Tony was terrified of rejection. Terrified that he'd find his soulmate and they'd be perfect and then they'd realize just how much of a mess Tony was and run in the other direction.
Brock was the only person who had ever stuck around. The only person who ever stayed, even though Tony got drunk more nights than not and his life was falling apart. When Brock was drafted Tony was heartbroken to lose him, alone and so scared of being on his own, so scared that Brock wouldn't ever come back, but Brock returned home, returned to Tony. Everything was right with the world again, because Tony was no longer alone.
Now Brock was leaving him again, but this time he wasn't coming back. He was going to live with his soulmate and pretty soon he'd forget all about Tony. Twenty years from now Tony would just be that roommate that he used to have that never got his shit together. Twenty years from now Brock would have pups that he had raised and devoted his life to and Tony would still be all alone.
No matter how much Brock promised Tony that he wasn't leaving him alone, that they were still best friends and Tony could come visit him anytime he wanted, Tony didn't believe him. He couldn't believe that things wouldn't change. Of course things would change. Everything would change and Tony hated change.
So when Brock finally coaxed Tony out of the bathroom and onto the couch, Tony glared at Sam. He hated this Alpha for taking away his best friend. Brock tried to ease the tension, but Tony was too bitter to let go of his anger, so eventually Brock sighed and kissed Tony's cheek. They gathered up Brock's stuff from his room and left. Tony couldn't help but feel like Brock was choosing his Alpha over Tony.
Why wouldn't he?
Tony had nothing to offer him. He didn't want to fuck him, didn't have a knot, couldn't claim him. Tony couldn't give Brock any of that, didn't want to give him any of that even if he could. As much as he loved Brock, he didn't feel that way about him. He did feel miserable, all alone and unwanted. Tony curled up on the couch and cried, unable to even find the energy to drag himself to his bed.
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onlystylesangels · 4 years
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The Night I Lost You
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Request:  Hi. Can I do a request where y/n is a famous actress/singer and she is dating Harry but they both decided to have a break because of their busy schedule then Chris Evans made a move with y/n and Harry got jealous? Thank you! :)
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader, Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader and Harry take a break on their relationship and one particular night changes everything.
Warnings: Angst, and little fluff.
Word Count: 6k+
A/N: It’s finally here!!! This was requested to me a long long time ago and I am finally posting this gem! I really hope you like it. I know I am moving past the original writing that I used to write, but I am just trying to explore on what I like to write and so far I like it! If you want come talk to me here!  I love love you all! I am sending all my love and stay safe beauties!! - A.💕💓💞💖💗
*3 weeks ago*
You get invited to attend the Oscars! You were truly ecstatic that this was your very first invite to attend an awards night. Well, you got invited because you were an actress yourself and the movie that you played a role in was nominated for the ‘Best Original Screenplay’ award, and boy were you excited. It was not like you were nominated for best new actress, but hey, the movie that you were in was nominated for a freaking Oscar award!
So you told your close friends and family right away once you found out the news; you were so excited. But there was an emptiness in you, and all the excitement that you felt just moments ago disappeared. After talking with your agent you were going to call Harry, your boyfriend, well sort of boyfriend because you two were currently on break. You were the one to suggest the break due to yours and Harry’s schedules. Both of you always missed each other and so, the idea of taking a break seemed like the simple way to keep the relationship steady.
As for Harry, he was alone in his tour bus sipping some water from a water bottle as his phone was faced down on the table. He drifted his eyes to the bottle and down to his phone, he was contemplating on calling you. He just wanted to call and see how you were, but would it make it weird. You two were still on break, so would calling cross that boundary? He really wanted to hear your sweet voice, that voice that always made him fall into a deep sleep. Your fingers running deep into his scalp as you whispered sweet nothings near his ear, he missed that, he missed you. He loves you so much that it is hard to stop loving the person that you are emotionally vulnerable to. It is hard to let all those memories go, when just two months ago you two made love and confessed to each other that you were both going to love each other for the rest of your lives.
*Present Time*
“Y/N you know you’re invited to the after party, right?” Emma, your agent says.
You simply nod and rub your heel on the floor, and as you were doing so, you moved a piece of fabric that was extended on the tail of your lilac colored dress letting people walk along without stepping on your dress.
“Yeah I know, but I really wanted to go with Eric. You know how much he likes these types of parties. I just feel naked without him, you know.” you say. You look down ready to maybe call it a night.
“I know sweetheart, but I just want to make sure you have fun,” Emma puts a hand on your shoulder reassuring you, “You know, you do have to get back to work with that movie you got a role in, must I remind you.” Emma smiled as you looked up at her, with a growing smile.
“That’s right! Shit Emma, I almost forgot,” you exclaimed. You rest your hand on Emma's  arm. “How did I almost forget?” Emma just shrugs her shoulders and smiles at you.
“Go over there and have fun. Promise I will be close by if you need, okay?” You nodded at this and started walking towards the venue that surely had more than ten colorful lights on display. You were surely going to see actors and actresses that you loved. You turn around and look towards Emma who is giving her two thumbs up as encouragement. This would have been better if you physically had someone with you accompanying to this party. You were glad that Emma was going to stay here for a bit, but you still felt unsure if staying here was a good idea.
~~  ~~  ~~
So you were sitting at a table of four, but the only occupant was you. You swirled the alcoholic liquid that was sloshing around in the martini glass. You let out a sigh, wishing that this party would end sooner. You kept swirling the liquid and you glanced every once in a while to see people talking just feet away from you. You stared down at your phone and decided to look through it, but before you could look through social media you felt a presence next to you.
"Hi. Is this seat taken?" He asked, a hand on his hip and the other holding a beer bottle.
You didn't look up to see who the man was; you just stared at the liquid swirling around in the glass.
"I don't think there's anyone sitting there. Pretty sure it's just me here." You looked up and saw the man with eagerness and a smile plastered on his face. Blue eyes that could probably beat the shininess of a sapphire diamond and lashes that could closely resemble lashes of a beautiful and majestic forest creature. Chris Evans was talking to you.
When you were nearly a teen you had a slight crush on a particular actor that always swooned you whenever you saw him on the big screen and you didn't really think much of it until right now. Right now, Chris Evans was standing next to you, a smile on his face and his eyes dancing over your face. Damn him, and those precious blue eyes
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a smartass."
Chris only let out a hearty chuckle which made you feel more clueless.
"No, no. It's fine. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just noticed that you were all alone here and felt tempted to come and talk to you. If you’re comfortable that is.” He reasoned.
"There was literally nothing to interrupt. And yeah-- why would I not feel comfortable? I’m just-- not in a party mood, I guess." You muttered out. You sipped the last contents from the glass.
“Would you want some company? I’m not really in the mood either.”
You froze. You literally stood still as you stared up at him. He looked amazing wearing a three piece burgundy suit with a pair of sunglasses peeking from his suit pocket. Seeing him there in front of you, inches away from you; you literally had no words that you could say other than just stare into those blue eyes of his.
He nudged your arm and you automatically came back from your fantasy land.
"Uh- hi." You finally let out, rubbing your arm, a nervous mechanism you got during your teen years.
"Hi," he smiled yet again, "Y/N, right?" He asked and drank a gulp of beer.
Wait, what? He knows your name?
"Uh-yes. How did you kn-,"
"I watched the movie that you were in. Nice character by the way." He complimented.
"Oh, oh really?" You sounded flabbergasted, how the hell would Chris Evans even recognize you? You were an actress but it wasn't like you were a well known actress.
"Yeah! I really enjoyed your character and how you portray someone that was so hurt, yet she still managed to kill a lot of people." He replayed back in his mind. You nodded at his response, your arms crossed over your chest as the phone that you were busy looking through was now on the table faced down.
"Well, you know I just tried to do my best as I always try to do with the roles. But yeah, it was a pretty good film, there was action, drama, romance, literally every movie genre you could think of is in that movie."
"You didn't get nominated. It sucks, I think I would've voted for you." He said, a smile on his face as he takes another sip of his beer.
You blushed. Not like a soft tint of pink, but a tomato-red tint blush.
"Oh, umm-, no… I wasn't that good to be nominated," You reasoned, "I mean I was okay. I don’t think I deserved to be nominated anyway." You mention. Was it true though?
“Give yourself some more credit, doll. I think you were a great talent in that movie.” Chris smiled, he set his now empty beer bottle on the table and stared at you with those blue eyes that you could not stop staring at.
“You mean it?”
Chris shrugged and nodded, “Of course. Why would I lie?”
It was your turn to stare at him with your eyes squinting a bit trying to see where he was getting at. He was telling the truth. Why would he root for her though?
“Well, thank you Chris. You are too sweet.” You smiled as you took a sip of your drink. Chris raised his brows and smirked down at you.  
Maybe this party was not going to be that bad after all.
~~  ~~  ~~
"So tell me about yourself, Y/N. Anything interesting about the Y/N Y/L/N?"
You sat there and thought to yourself. A finger on your chin.
"Hmm," you hummed to yourself. "Well I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Attended a couple of theatres in high school and during senior year I trained to be part of an acting camp and I guess that is where I started to fall in love with acting." You said, as you remembered the very first time you auditioned for a role.
"Really? That's kind of how I started too." His brows raised as he swallowed the last drops of his water.
"Never knew that Chris Evans started just like how I started."
"Well, gotta start somewhere, right?" He smirked.
And yes. That was how the night went. You still couldn't believe that you just met Chris Evans that same night and he was literally a shiny gem that you would find in a clear blue body of water. A gem that you could never get tired of looking at.
But the night and the party had to eventually end at some point. You were getting tired and also Chris was getting a bit woozy from the long day. His eyes were starting to feel heavy and his mouth couldn't contain the treacherous yawns that would soon make you yawn as well.
The night was eventful and having to meet Chris was just the cherry on top. You felt so honored in being invited to the Oscars. You were beyond ecstatic to join so many well renowned actors and actresses. You were living your best life.
You and Chris walked alongside each other as you exited the party. The double doors leading back to the party were gold-colored and the floor was covered with velvet-red carpet. You made sure to examine the room before you left because you had a feeling that this night might not happen again or maybe you might get lucky in the future.
Chris opens the door for you, you thank him and walk out; Chris following behind you.
"It was really nice meeting you Y/N. Hoping to see you around, maybe?" He smiled. His hands were tucked away in his pants pockets.
"Yeah. It was a pleasure meeting you Chris, really, a true pleasure." You smiled and hugged Chris. Once you both parted Chris leaned down and laid a kiss on your cheek.
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You arrived at the house that you rented. You moan under your breath when you remove the strap from your ankle and toss your heels to the floor. You could just carry them in your hand and put them where they belong, but honestly, you were tired as hell.
You wandered into the hallway as you reminisced how the blankets covered your body and made you feel so comfortable. You wished that you could go to the master bedroom and lie down and sleep, but you really wanted to take a warm bath before you called it a night. A simple whimper came out of your mouth when you came inside the bathroom. You sighed at the exposure of the bathtub and how it clearly invited you in with the pearly white tub empty- waiting to be filled with warm luscious water.
You walked towards the tub as if you were summoned by the bathtub. You twist the tub faucet and you feel the water temperature to make sure that it was a good temperature for you to bathe in. As you are content with the water temperature, you add in one of your favorite bath bombs. You watch the bomb sizzle and change the water into a bright blue.
If only you could have nights like these. Take warm baths, pamper yourself with face masks and foot masks. Yes, of course you would have breaks when you finished filming your parts, but tonight just felt different.
After going to your very first awards night and attending an after party, it was literally your dream to go to one of those. But not only that you attended that party, but you also met Chris Evans who you have had a crush on during your teen years.
All in all it was a good night. Very busy, but it was a good one. You begin to lather your body as you also start swooshing the water making little designs with the purple hue of the water. You were having fun. You were making yourself smile from how relaxed you were. You finish up washing up and finally drying yourself up as you get ready to go to bed.
~~  ~~  ~~
You woke up to a ringtone that blared out from your phone that was sitting on the nightstand. You hurriedly rub your eyes and look for your phone haphazardly as your eyes haven't adjusted to the bright sunlight that was peeking through the curtains.
'Hello?" You answer. Your voice groggy.
Shuffling on the other end makes you queasy. It was literally early in the morning, you weren't ready to hear loud sounds, let alone answering a phone call.
"Hiya Y/N!" Emma exclaims in excitement.
Again, you close your eyes from the faint ringing you heard from her voice.
"Uh- can you not yell right now?"
Your agent chuckled as you sat up on the bed.
"I love the enthusiasm, but- it's just you're so loud sometimes, especially being early in the day."
You heard Emma scoff in response.
"You call this early? Sweetheart it's 11:46 AM."
You remove the phone from your ear and look at the time. Shit. You were supposed to wake up at 7:20, how the hell did-
"I need you here asap. I don't want to drive up there to fetch you myself."
"Oh and- when were you going to tell me that you ended up meeting Chris Evans?"
"Er, how did you find out?"
"I got a call from his publicist and he just asked for your number."
"Wait you gave my number to his publicist?"
"No, no. I gave it to Chris. He was with his publicist so I spoke with Chris for a few minutes.
That made more sense to you. You guess you were too busy getting to know more about Chris that you both forgot to exchange numbers.
The next few days went like a blur. Literally each day you would go on set for the upcoming movie that you got cast on. You felt happy that you were finally working again, but you really wanted a short break from it all. You wanted to take a hot bath and stay in the tub for hours and hours, and not be worried about a certain time that you would have to go to bed. Right now you just wished something could happen. Something great. Anything- anything at all.
“Y/N! I need you to listen to this! It’s a call from one of the directors that are shooting that one movie.”
You curled your lips at the mention of another movie. Wait. You just finished filming a movie and now directors are wanting to talk to you? You remembered that once you started your acting career things weren’t looking too good for you, but now that directors have seen your face plastered for nominations, you were literally getting loads and loads of calls from so many directors.
“For what movie?” You asked.
“It was that one movie that you were so interested in!”
“Wait, the movie that has the main female character be an advocate for lgbtq+ community during the 1960s?”
Emma nodded her head in excitement.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!
You were beyond excited when you got the news that a few directors were going to make a movie about the  lgbtq+ movement. It was going to be a beautiful and yet tragic project. You wanted no more than to just be casted in this movie. You didn’t care if you were going to be casted as the side characters, but all you cared about was having the chance to be part of a life changing movie.
You grab the phone from Emma and answer.
“Hello?” You squeak. You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore.
The director’s voice comes on the line and you get more jumpy when the director mentioned that you got a part in the movie. He didn’t say what character you were going to play as, but you were ecstatic of course.
Once you said your goodbyes and thank yous to the director you hang up the phone and look behind to see Emma. She was grinding her teeth and her eyes wide open as if she was waiting for you to spill the beans.
“Well?” Her arms extended.
You couldn’t contain yourself any longer and erupted with a happy dance.
“I fucking got it! I got a part in the movie!” You bounced up and down in place as your manager jumped to you and danced along with you. You two were like two little bunnies hopping in place.
You stopped dancing in place when you heard your phone chime in the distance. You look behind and retrieve your phone and see that you got a message from a private number.
Private Number: I just heard the news! I’m excited for you! You fucking deserved the part.
You: Who is this?
Private Number: Ah shit sorry. It’s Chris. Chris Evans
Emma peeks over your shoulder. A prominent smile on her face.
“It’s Chris Evans I see.” She smirks as you lightly hit her arm. Your cheeks tinting a soft pink.
You Chris! Hi! How are you!
Wait, that's too many exclamation marks. Maybe notch it down a bit.
Hi Chris! How are you?
Chris Evans Hi. I’ve been good. I just got a call from the director that is going to direct that movie that you just got in. I got the male leading role. I’m excited to work alongside you.
Chris got the lead male role? You are going to be in a movie along with Chris? No, no, no- this is literally a dream. How could you have been able to be casted on a movie with one of your favorite actors?
You took a deep breath and contemplated what you wanted to send him. You went along with saying how excited you were about the movie and you were also excited to work along with him.
You and Chris continued texting each other back and forth for the next couple minutes. Throughout the activity you had a smile on your face, but your smile would slowly fade once you thought back to when you told your boyfriend that you got casted on your second movie.
~~  ~~  ~~
You were literally jumping on the couch when you found out the news. Your phone was clutched in your hands as you had it close to your chest, not wanting to let go or ever delete the message that you received from the directors. You just couldn't wait to tell Harry about the big news.
And speaking of Harry, you hear the door of the house open and Harry came in wearing a gray sweatshirt along with a red bandana tucked in his messy curls.
'Hi darlin'. How was your day?' He put his gym bag down on the floor and lazily removed his shoes near the doormat.
You excitedly jump off the coach and tackle him into a hug. You catch Harry off guard as his back hits the wall and wraps his arms around your body.
'What’s going on, love?' A waiver in his voice. He sounded concerned and looked concerned as well. You look up to him and his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are set in a thin line.
You cup his cheeks and caress the rough stubble that was starting to grow on his cheeks. You smile brightly at him as he smiles back, confused why you were so happy. He loved seeing you like this obviously, but he just sensed that something brought you into a good mood.
'I got it!' You finally say. Still, Harry was very confused at what exactly you got.
'Got what, love- oh wait… you got the part?!'
You nodded in agreement.
Harry then ran towards you and lifted you up from the ground and twirled you around. His mouth connecting with your cheeks as your eyes were shut as the close presence of Harry made you feel protected and loved. Harry was beyond happy with you at this moment and he was waiting for the right time to ask you to marry him if he ever did get that chance.
You were enveloped in his arms for the rest of the night and you both watched your favorite movies. But with you and Harry, you both never actually watched the movies because you two ended up making love that same night.
The very last time you both were intimate with each other.
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You hugged the pillow close to your chest. Emma left right after you finished talking with Chris and now all you felt was the absence of a certain someone. You wanted to see him so bad, but then again you two were probably already broken up by this point. So you shifted your thoughts from Harry back to Chris.
You Hey! Do you want to come by sometime to have dinner?
… Chris Sure! Special occasion?
You Could be? Just celebrating that we got parts for an upcoming movie?
… Chris Okay, awesome! I can come by Friday if that’s okay?
You Sure! Friday it is then. How about around seven?
Chris Yeah that works for me. I’ll come by your place.
You Great! I’ll send you my address!
Chris Can’t wait to see you Y/N!
You Me too :)
You turned off your phone and set it on the coffee table in front of you. You sit back, your arm shading you from the living room lights. You just sat there on the couch for what felt like hours. And you didn’t have anything else interesting to do after your text messages with Chris.
You left your phone untouched, sitting still on the coffee table. You get up from the couch and walk towards your bedroom and close the door behind you. If only you could feel happy right now. You wished about feeling the happiness you were aiming for, but the harder you tried to,  it just became easier to lose the feeling of being happy. You obviously felt happy with everything that was going on in your life at this moment, but you didn't really feel that ecstatic energy that you once felt before.
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It was Friday. You felt like staying in bed for the rest of the day, but you knew that you had to get ready for a guest later.
So you did your morning routine as usual and you started to do small things around the house. Organized the shelves in the living room, and wiped down the dining table and you even prepared a pot of water where you were going to put potatoes to boil.
You weren't really wanting a fancy dinner, but you wanted something that could fill you and Chris up for the evening.
For the rest of the day you continued to cook and clean here and there. During parts of your cooking sessions you would dance to the rhythm and sing out loud as you tried to be in sync with the blaring speakers.
Within the comfort of your home, it was a wholesome experience when it all came together. Food was cooked and the music was now at a low murmur in the background, and your thoughts roamed through your head. A buzzing sound is what it sounded more like, as if you were a busy bee, but only hearing it in your brain.
After the food was cooked you went over the table and made some small adjustments that needed to be mended with. You made sure that the table had space where the large dishes would be set at. And you also made sure that the table made itself inviting. A vase of flowers perched in the middle, and a little decorative object you loved having presented on the table.
Now that you finished cooking the food and organized the table all you had to do now was wait. It was 6:40, so Chris could come any minute now. You tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear and smoothed over your top as if your shirt was getting more wrinkles by every passing minute. You just sat on the couch looking ahead at a blank wall waiting for the blue-eyed man to come.
And as if on queue, you heard a distinct knock near the door. You got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen. You stop on your tracks, almost making it to the door. You wait until you hear another knock. The soft pounding on the door comes again and so you start walking towards the door this time and slowly open the door revealing Chris wearing a black Henley paired with some blue-washed jeans. His feet were adorned with black sneakers.
You move aside and invite Chris in. A smile slowly showing on his face. You look down at the ground and prepare on what you were going to say, but once you were going to say something; Chris stopped you.
“How are you, Y/N?” Chris asked as he brought you close to him and pecked your cheek.
“I’m doing fine. And you?” You answer back.
“Great.” He nodded as you motioned towards the living room.
Chris was met with picture frames hung on the simple white painted walls, and some that you set on top of shelves. The couch sat adjacent to the coffee table that had little miscellaneous objects.
“Here, just sit here for now, let me set the table so we can eat.” You suggested as you walked towards the kitchen without getting a reply from Chris.
You started setting the table; you put the main dish in the middle along with the mashed potatoes. The sun's rays were starting to peek through the curtains which illuminated the kitchen. The rays almost blinded you from what you were currently doing. You grabbed the plates and utensils. You didn't notice Chris was standing next to you, he takes the utensils that were in your hands and sets them on the table. You smile brightly at him as he returns the gesture.
Chris sits down on a chair that is across from where you were going to sit. He waits for you to get settled onto your chair and unfolds his napkin and lays it on his lap.
“So you literally made all of this?” Chris inquired. His right hand holding a fork. You looked from your plate and caught his eye. The sunrays were cascading a light blue hue to his eyes and it was something that you couldn't stop laying your eyes on.
“Of course. What do you think? That I was going to order takeout?”
Chris shrugged, “Would’ve been a shorter route.” You smiled at that as you continued to eat some of your mashed potatoes.
And the night went just like that. You and Chris ate and conversed on the side. You were glad that Chris came to have dinner with you, because you honestly made it an excuse to do something. If you never invited Chris in the first place then you would have probably slept in and watched a lot of your favorite movies and shows. But hey, there was nothing wrong with that too.
But now you weren't so sure. It just felt odd for some reason. You were thinking about Harry. You wished that you could call Harry and tell him that you were ready to go back to what things used to be. You wished that you never put on a break on the relationship.
But who knows if you have the courage to call him.
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“So was it really that bad?” You asked.
You and Chris have already finished with your dinner. Now it was for embarrassing stories. You already had told your story so now it was time for Chris to tell his.
Chris takes a sip of his beer and almost bursts out laughing.
“You know. Having a brother like Scott is huge work. There was this one time where we both got drunk, but I was still a little sober, so I went to look for him since we were outside swimming in the beach-”
“Bad idea.” You interrupted.
“I know,” Chris chuckles again. “So I finally found him and he was lying on the sand as the ocean waves continued to touch shore. I was so fucking scared because he could have drowned so I grabbed his shirt and as I was pulling him towards me I saw shit on the sand-" Chris couldn't finish what he was going to say, before laughing his ass off.
"I turned him around and his swim shorts were covered in shit.” Chris laughed out loud. His hand grasping his left pec.
You as well laughed along with Chris. That story was literally one of the funny things you have heard in a while.
While you two talked you invited Chris a glass of wine- glasses of wine. You started to talk more about the new movie project that you got along with Chris, and you were honestly excited for what would be waiting for you. You continued talking as Chris just sat back and listened along. You have probably drunk two or three glasses of wine, but to be honest you didn’t quite remember how many glasses you have drunk. As to Chris he was taking it slow on the wine. He only drank one glass and a half, since he had to drive anyway.
The talking was non stop, but to some point it had to come to a stop. Chris was ready to leave your place. He let that feeling sit, but he knew that he had to get going. It was getting late after all.
“I’m gonna get out of your hair now, Y/N.” He announced. Hearing him definitely made you quiet.  “Wonder if we can do this again?” He got up from his chair and walked towards the two big sliding doors that led to the massive backyard.
Was he asking for another hangout?
“Uh sure? I mean if you’re up for it.” You stuttered out. You follow Chris close behind, leaving the large sliding doors open.
Chris walked along the pebbled path that led to the driveway. There was just silence between you and him as you walked alongside him. The willingness of letting this day go was distant and it made you seem so sure that this night was one of those nights that you enjoyed in a long time. You started enjoying Chris’s company and you felt this coat of sadness weighing on your shoulders. You were really going to miss having him there or was it because of something else?
Suddenly Chris stopped at his tracks and looked behind, he grabbed your right hand and carefully held it in his. You loved that touch, that simple, soft, and yet delicate touch that you always loved when-,
Chris walked close to you and finally embraced you. He felt hesitant at first as if he should not do what he was wanting to do. He slowly leaned forward and cupped your cheek, he closed the space that separated you and him and he landed his lips on top of yours.
Well, shit.
He smelled delightful. A smell that you would smell if you were living in a cabin deep in the woods. Cedarwood and pine trees-, no stop. Why were you thinking about Chris that way? You couldn’t and you shouldn’t.
“No.” You whispered. You removed your lips from his and stepped back, “This is wrong, we shouldn’t-,”
Chris retrieved his hands back, not knowing what to do with them, he gave in and put them at his sides.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris apologized, “Fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-,”
“I think you should leave.” You cut him off.
Chris had his hands up in surrender and walked backwards. His expression was blank, there was no longer a smile and his eyes were no longer twinkling under the moonlight. He looked to turn back to you, but you weren’t looking at him; you had turned around looking at the ground, ashamed for what you let him do. Chris turned back towards his car with his head low and his hands buried in his pants pockets.
“You fucking idiot, Chris! God dammit.” He mouthed under his breath.  
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Harry parked behind some dark bushes and opened his car door and swiftly got out. He closed the door after he retrieved the bouquet of flowers that he had bought for you.
He began to fix his hair. He didn’t have to fix his hair, but he did it out of nervousness. He walked up the trail that led to the backyard. His smile was prominent as he hugged the bouquet of flowers close to his chest. At that moment he had no idea where you were at, but he hoped with his gesture he would be able to have you back.
He continued walking with that smile still present on his features. He stood still when he briefly looked up and saw you close to another man- kissing. Harry couldn’t do anything at that moment because he just felt confused and angry, so he just stood in place and continued to watch you and this other man kiss.
Harry waited until the man was nowhere to be seen. He started walking towards you where you had turned around looking down at the ground. He couldn’t bear to see you now that he just witnessed you kiss another man.
You felt someone touch your shoulder. You opened your eyes and turned around ready to face Chris.
“Chris, I told you ju-,” You stopped yourself when you were fully turned around. You expected to see Chris, but you never expected to see Harry, your boyfriend for the past three years, the person you were on a break with.
“Harry.” You muttered. You instantly felt everything shatter around you.
Harry didn’t say anything to you, he just stood there right in front of you. You looked down and saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand; his hand clutched the bouquet so tight that his knuckles turned white.
"I saw everything." He told you.
"Harry let me explain-," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Don't," he moved closer to you. "Please don't make it hurt more than it already does." Harry warned. He cupped your cheek. "I just-, I wasn't ready to lose you. Especially now that I came back from the tour." Harry stuttered out. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers. His rings sparkled from the moonlight. His voice was shaky and his eyes were also forming tears. He knew that he had to break the relationship between you and him, so… that was what he was going to do.
“I can’t do this anymore.” He confessed.
Those words broke the sweat and it broke the feelings. The night changed from light to darkness, inviting the depths of the hollering ghouls of the night.
"I'm s- I'm so sorry, Harry." You let out. Your head hung low.
You wished that you backed away when Chris neared you, you fucking wish that you never invited him for dinner, because then- because then this wouldn’t be happening. You wouldn’t be losing your friend, your boyfriend. The man that you loved for three years, the man that you were sure you were going to marry, and the man that you would one day have children with. But now, all that was left was just heartache and a massive regret.
Harry looked down at the bouquet of flowers that were clenched in his right hand, his rings sparkled from the moonlight. He motions it towards you and you take it from his hands.
"Me too." He whispered. His brows furrowed and the corners of his pink lips pulled downward.  
"Harry-," you started.
You leaned forward to touch his cheek, but Harry didn't let you touch him, he just backed away from you. You knew you messed up. And the guilt and pain that you started to feel in your heart was so huge that you couldn’t describe how much it hurt, but it hurt so much. Seeing Harry backing away from your touch did something to you. You were once so used to seeing Harry craving for your touch, but now it seemed as if Harry saw you as a stranger and not someone that he once loved, someone that he was once madly in love. The memories now just seemed like a false life. Memories that no longer existed.
Harry turned around without saying another word to you. He began walking towards his car. He was trying very hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t fight his body. He let the tears trail down his cheeks as he continued his walk towards his car. You stood on the pebbled path for a moment. You stared behind Harry as he was making it close to his car. You didn't have the guts to run to him, because he made it perfectfully clear that he didn’t want anything to do with you.
The whole world shattered. The man that you were in love with for the past three years was gone. There were no longer stars nor moon that would guide the way through the dark night. Everything that happened that night was slowly coming to an infinite end. The one person that you loved was now forced to move on from you and you were left with your selfishness and the regret. You wished that somehow that this night would have never happened. You wished that this was all a bad dream, but you knew that reality felt more real than any other dream.
You were now sobbing. The tears drastically came down your cheeks and your throat felt heavy and painful. You began swiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks with your hand. You glanced up, and for the last time you saw Harry’s car drive away. You knew for a fact that you both lost each other that night.
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