#dianahprince

[madeline-kahn]

@dianahprince replied to your post “Another post not showing up in the tags. Maybe I should wait it out...”

try removing one of the gifs & then adding it again. someone told me this & it's been working for me!! (usually removing the first one does it!)

That worked :DD

[rafael-silva]

Karl Urban?? :)

ahhh thank you niamh!!!

lord of the rings: the two towers

lord of the rings: the return of the king

the chronicles of riddick

the bourne supremacy

doom

star trek

star trek into darkness

star trek beyond

dredd

the loft

pete’s dragon

thor ragnarok

hangman

send me an actor or actress and I’ll say which of their movies I’ve seen!

[gwil-lee]

@dianahprince replied to your post “Why everything looks so different??? and disproportionate???”

new update :/ everything looks like you've zoomed into the screen

Exactly! Just urls have remained small for some reason 😂

[payidaresque]

[ohwandamaximoff]

“If you’re not busy living, you’re dying.” //  Dylan O’Brien as Mitch Rapp in American Assassin (2017). 

[cinebration]

Cordial (Napoleon Solo x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin, and Gaby Teller are assigned a new mission—one that requires a fourth to round off in “married” pairs: you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Epilogue

Warnings: none

Gif Source: dianahprince

“I work better as a bachelor,” Solo said.

Waverly smiled patronizingly in his direction. “While I admire your ability to seduce your way through rough situations, the target is expecting one Sofía Rosales and her American businessman husband.” He looked pointedly at Ilya and Gaby. “Can you feign an American accent, Kuryakin? Ms. Teller, are you fluent in Spanish? No? That settles it, then.”

Solo frowned, looked away as he gathered his thoughts. Being partnered with Kuryakin had been bad enough, but at least they hadn’t needed to pretend they were married. That allowed him to continue with his serial womanizing—mentioned in his file, to his amusement—which more often than not helped in a pinch. It may have gone sideways in the Vinciguerra affair, but he didn’t have a perfect record.

“It isn’t the end of the world, Solo,” Waverly assured him.

“If Ilya could play pretend, so can you,” Gaby quipped.

Solo shot her a nonplussed glance. She smirked in response.

The intercom on Waverly’s desk buzzed. “She’s here, sir.”

“Excellent. Send her in.”

Sighing through his nose, Solo turned toward the door, an uninterested look on his face.

You stepped into the room, not quite confident so much as bored. Solo stared at your flat expression, lips curling up into a smile of disbelief. The last thing he had expected was to see you matching his disinterest.

Your gaze swept the room, landing on him almost immediately. He waited for the inevitable head-to-toe sweep that all women seemed to give him. He was, after all, classically handsome and dressed to the nines in a $1,000 suit.

You gave him the sweep, but the look in your eyes when you met his gaze surprised him once again.

You were unimpressed.

“Ah, yes,” Waverly said, standing and introducing you to everyone in the room. “This is Gaby Teller, Ilya Kuryakin, and Napoleon Solo.”

Gaby smiled and extended a hand. “It’s nice to have another woman around. I’m tired of being the only one with common sense in the group.”

You smirked. “Consider me your reprieve.”

Ilya nodded curtly to you, though he smiled warmly. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

At last, you turned to Solo, your expression suddenly flat again. He extended a hand. Shaking it primly, you let your lips pull back in a cold smile. He cocked his head but kept mum, amusement glittering momentarily in his eyes.

“Good, now that everyone has been introduced,” Waverly said, “I have for you here the dossier on the mission.”

You reached for the file, only for Solo to snatch it from your reach. Suppressing a smile, he turned away and flipped open the slim folder. His eyes scanned the first page.

He immediately turned back to Waverly. “Biological warfare?”

“Quite a threat, I’m afraid, and certainly more insidious than a nuclear bomb. At least you can see those coming.” Waverly flashed his teeth, chuckling to himself quietly. Gesturing to you, he asked, “Do you have any questions?”

“Yes,” you said. The crisp tone of your voice drew Solo’s attention. “How would you like me to deal with his philandering?”

Waverly exhaled a tense chuckle as Solo faced you, lips pulling into a thin line. “Philandering.” Not a question. A simple statement, delivered in an almost accusatory tone.

You met his stare. “Your reputation precedes.”

“And yours does not.”

Your gaze swept over him again. “I prefer subtlety.”

Solo clenched his teeth, feeling something almost like genuine anger rising up the back of his spine.

“I like her,” Gaby declared.

“She is a most refreshing addition to the team,” Ilya quipped.

Solo’s curdling mood turned sour. Tucking the folder under his arm, his back ramrod straight, he smiled thinly and said, “If you’ll excuse me, I would rather enjoy my last hour as a bachelor before I tether myself to a deadweight.”

He swept out of the room. As the door closed behind him, he heard Ilya’s low chuckle and Gaby’s light laughter. He felt your eyes boring into his back. It only made his hackles rise higher, bunching his broad shoulders. He had been insulted before, but there was something different to this. There had been something in your eye, despite your flat expression, that had irked him.

At least, he thought venomously, this fake marriage doesn’t have to be cordial.

He resolved to find out all he could on you. The thought hastened his long stride.

[imbradpitt]

So i just got to 1.3k followers and a lot of them are mutuals and i love them and want to send some love

Favourites in Bold 

A-D

 | @accelerating-puppys | @accio-the-force  | @acrossthesea | @adelightfulcalamity | @adow-trash  | @agent-jemma | @akacosima | @alianovna19 | @allysargcnt | @alyssamydreams  | @ambthegamer  | @angelicmousegirl  | @annacooperblossom |  @anshostin |  @antn | @aryaestarks | @arthursweasley  | @audrey-inspo | @austin-mahones | @avaaduvernay | @badguywindow | @badjellythwitch  | @bakerstgirl  | @bcook99-blog | @beautifulsoleil |  @beautifultraumax  | @beckettkatherine | @bellamyblakesass | @bellamyclarkeee | @bellamysgriffin  | @bellarkyy | @bellndclarke | @berkmansimagines | @beth-cassidy | @bieliasantini | @bililireinhart | @billirusso | @biprongs | @bird-on-a-wire20 | @bleusriley | @blimjeffrey  | @blindspot-repata | @bloodybeaten | @blueboxblueocean  | @bluepianoguyismael |  @boudica9 | @boxesofpepe  | @brave-princesss  | @brilliantbanshee |  @brilliantthirteen | @brookeoverbros |  @buckybames  | @buckeybarns |  @bucknsteves  | @buffysumnners | @butlookatthenexus |  @callsign-avalon |  @captainsquake   | @captinmarvl   | @captnswilson  |  @charmainediyoza | @cheddarholt |   @chelsvsworld  | @chrisevansbulge | @chrisheavans |  @clarkgriffon | @clarkesablake  | @clarkegiffin |  @clarmontdiaz | @classicalbughead | @clevercloudpoetry | @cobblepot-comfort | @cosmiclovcx��| @crazysweetbii | @cxrisi | @daenersys | @daivdtennant |  @danvers-carols | @danvurs | @darby-carter  | @deadbvcky  |  @dianahprince  | @diegohargreevess |  @dollhousefan  | @duelling | 

E-I

   | @eclecticunknowncollectionfan | @easilydistractedbyfanfic | @eivorswolfsmal | @eleanor-bishop  | @elena-gilbert | @elizabethrtaylor | @ellie-jae | @enchanted0rose | @evanbuckleyz | @everythingdaily |  @fangirlcommunitycenter | @felictysmoke | @flawlessbellamy | @fleabaged |   @fridamcguiness  | @fuckyeahlaurengerman | @gillovnymind   | @ginas-opinion | @girlinthefireplace16  |  @girlscrushes | @gomezmichelle | @grayson-dick  | @greatestjurassic | @gryffinpuffunion | @guznadia  | @gwvnethpaltrow | @hanorganaas | @hanna-with-no-h | @harrydraco |  @hazsterfield | @helooksather  | @heroofretribution  | @hornescooper  | @hwkeyc | @i-am-deceased | @ihavemyhogwartsletter  | @illyria1995 | @iloveklaineandk2 | @imaginetonprincecharmant  | @insanelymemorable | @itsurdxstiny | @irxswest | @its-already-broken | @ivelearnedtolovefallingtoo  | @i-wish-i-lived-in-elsewhere  | @izkim  |  

J-O 

  |  @jacesclarissas | @jachaelamanifest828  | @jadamel | @jakeamyy | @jamescarstairs | @jameswilson | @jasondilaurentis | @jxsontxdd |   @jedinightsister |  @jenniferjareau  | @jeromemonaghan  | @joycbyers | @johnmurphysass  |   @jonstavk  | @just-kristennn |  @justletspretend | @justmuddlingthroughlife  | @kaitlynms | @kanversrph  | @kara-danvars | @katara | @katebeckett  | @katersann | @kathmcnamara | @kayleighjane2019 | @kentqueens |  @killingevedaily   | @king-belamy  | @ladylokid | @laurasaraxoxo   |@lawrenceshope  | @legendsoftomorrowfans | @leiaorganaswiife  | @leoleofitz | @leons-kennedys | @letskzuniverse | @lostinbellamy  | @lucifersnipnips | @lucifermorningstaraddicted |  @luucypevensie  | @lydias--stiles  | @lythelasttime | @macfraser82   | @madgesgoldpin | @maggiesbell  | @majesticcris |   @mackenyus | @mandroidman |  @manydifferentfandoms40  | @marksloan | @massett | @memorismurphy   | @merlucansuch  |  @michaelscofield  |  @miriammaisel | @missbre  | @misslovegeek | @mmichaelscofield | @monicaegellers   | @morivita | @nerdywyatt |@neverfindmegone  | @nighttimemachinery | @noteworthy-thoughts | @northernredwolfqueen |  @oncerdenis  | @oscraisaac  |  @ourkimberleys | 

P-T

  | @people-will-definitely-talk  | @pilotshara | @porthosdusvallon | @pressiabelze  |@princeofsassgard  |  @princessclarke | @puppyjaskier | @rachelsqreen | @randombloggings22  | @ravnclawx | @river-kom-spacekru  | @rpankows  |  @robbstarkish  | @robdowneyjr  |  @roberts-downeyjr  | @romanogers  |  @romanrgers | @ronance-dingus  | @ronniesandrxws |  @ronsweasley | @roslin |  @rubinsteins  |@ruggedmurphy   | @runthiscouldbedangerous  |  @sadcompanion | @saltforthesea | @samwinchcster  | @scarletxmoon | @scnslumiere | @sect-leader-jiang  |  @sherlocksed | @shaeheda | @schoflield | @simonalvarez | @sofia-vergaras |@sirenfrost | @sith-lcrds  | @skaikruswan | @solaceamongstthestars  | @solacelight | @somanyshows-solittletime  | @souloben |  @screamobookworm | @sexthaz | @snowluthor | @spiderspparkers | @starfirekorys | @starkmess | @starringselena | @steelbluebucky   | @stefasalvatore  | @stephensking | @suffy-bummers   | @sunshine-bucky | @suntay1213 | @superherorss  |   @susiemyersons  |   @taronegertom | @thegayestpepe | @thesokovianaccords | @timelordinaustralia | @tindys | @themyskiras  | @truelovealwayssurvives  | @truelove-crackship | @tvintilect |   @twoheartsoneclara  |  

U-#

 | @unicxrnby89  | @uptonhailey | @very-close-talking   |  @vhalyria | @vxmpyr  | @warriorwakanda  |  @yennefferss |  @wade-wilson | @williams-tessa | @willafitz | @wclfstar | @whitmorecourt | @whitmorescourtney | @wound-october | @wweavengers | @zeindaya | @zombikhaleesi | @19yearslaater  |  @-rockuntilitflies | 

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I reblog everything i’m tagged in!!

**If this somehow doesnt show up click on source to get to the post

[painfullythickimagines]

Imagine having your car break down in the middle of nowhere. You’re able to make it to a run-down auto shop, where you meet Chris. He tells you he can fix your car, but it’ll take a day or two to get the parts. There’s a decent looking motel next door, so you start to think this won’t be so bad. It’s gets even better when the hot mechanic knocks on your door that night.

[madeline-kahn]

make me choose meme: @dianahprince asked Cillian Murphy in Inception or Cillian Murphy in Dunkirk

[rafael-silva]

Happy Birthday!! Hope you have a great one! :D

thank you so much niamh!!! ❤️❤️

[gwil-lee]

@dianahprince​ replied to your post “@dianahprince replied to your post “Why everything looks so...”

I was scrolling through a tag there & definitely noticed the quality change! I don't get the point of this update!                    

Oof, I’m glad I’m not the only one. Me neither, darling. Or rather, I don’t get the changes that are visible to me. I think I read some post talking about Tumblr team working with the guys from XKit and apparently they try to fix Tumblr by actually making tons of changes in the code so at this moment, many XKit fixes are actually no longer working since the code has changed too much. I can’t find the post rn so take my answer with a grain of salt 😊

[payidaresque]

did someone say responsibilities? happiness? social adaptation? being nice to people? no, I don't think so. #mood

[star-kovs]

Hi!!!! I  am soooooo excited! I recently saw that I had reached 2k followers (wtf???) and to celebrate, I thought I could do a follow forever to shoutout some of my favorite blogs and maybe give back to my followers with some gif requests and answer some questions so y’all can get to know me better as well! For any mutuals who want to participate, I can do an extra aesthetic/themed edit!

Also, please feel free to tag me in any creations! I want to do more to support the great content creations on Tumblr and I’ll be sure to share!! I’m tracking #userkaterina :)

Just ask a me a question and be sure to include what scene/character/ship you want me to make an edit of! All I ask is that for edits, you please choose from one of the following fandoms:

cloak and dagger

runaways

the 100

tatbilb/psisly

stranger things

the witcher

tgp

b99

caos

awae

qots

lucifer

teotfw

ouat

teen wolf

pll

tvd

If you want to blacklist any of my celebration, I’ll be tagging it as #kats2kcelebration!

Follow forever under the cut!

faves bolded • mutuals starred

A-C

@alisonbrie • @allanpoe • @allisonaergents* • @allsonargent • @amesantiagos • @amez-santiago • @amyscascadingtabs • @anadearmas • @anadeaarmas • @andthwip* • @anissagraces • @annastorvs* • @archiesbetty* • @argentsallison* • @arianagrandre • @arielabarers* • @astoriamalfoys • @atlasperaltiago • @avengerdaisy* • @awstark* • @babybellblake* • @baellamy* • @barnes-107th* • @bb-8* • @bellamyblakesass* • @bellamys11thfreckle* • @bellamys-clarkes* • @bellamyswan* • @bellark* • @bellarkes-hope* • @bellblake* • @bellesolo • @benkylo • @bennskywalker • @benslie • @biblarke* • @bichaelmanes* • @bigirlclarke* • @bitchevans • @bithor • @blakescaptain • @bobmorlee • @bowendagger* • @brolinjosh • @buckeybarns* • @buckybarnees* • @buckleyrobin • @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes • @captainevans • @captainheroism • @captainmarvehl • @captainmorningstar* • @captainmrvels • @captainpoe • @captainrogurs* • @captainsamerica* • @captainamericas • @captass • @carla-roson* • @caroldanverts • @caroldanvxers* • @carolthor • @carricfisher* • @cassianandior • @cath-avery • @chants-de-lune* • @charmainediyoza* • @charmanderdiyoza* • @chase-steins* • @cheddarholt* • @cheryl-blossom • @chidianagonye • @chloe-decker • @chloedeckr • @chloesdeckcr • @chloesdecker • @chloexdecker • @chloexhalles • @ciri • @clakregriffin • @clarkegriffinblake* • @clarkegriffins • @clarkegriffintitties* • @clarkegroffin • @clarke-the-ferrari* • @clarketoearth* • @clarkgriffon* • @cllarkegriffin* • @clxrke* • @commander-anya • @coveyjeanlara • @crispsevans

D-G

@daemerons • @daenerya • @daeneryskairipa • @daenerys-targaryen • @daenerystargaryes* • @daeneys-targaryen • @daisyjohvson* • @daisyridleys • @dameronn • @dameronss • @damn-salvatore* • @damnsarge • @danslevys* • @danvercarols • @danvers-carols • @dawngranger • @deanorus • @deemacs • @dianahprince • @dianaofsthemyscira•  @diana-prince • @dianasprince • @diazsbuckley* • @divinepairing* • @divinespairings* • @djjarindin • @downey-junior* • @downeyjuniors • @dynjarren • @eddiebuckly* • @edithfriday* • @eleanorguthrie • @elhoppers • @elizadusku • @emiliachrstine • @emperorbensolo* • @ethansheart* • @evanbucklley* • @falsegod • @feliciahardy • @fen-ha-fuck-you • @finnskywalkerr • @flawlessbellamy* • @florenepugh*  • @florencespugh • @fnnpoe • @frankcastle • @frecklessbellamy • @gabriellabolton • @galacticidiots • @galaxydanvers* • @gcrtschase* • @gilbertblithe • @gilbertsannes • @ginervaweasley • @goodqueenalys* • @grammaticallyincoherent • @grumpybell • @guznadia*

H-M

@harleen-quinzels • @harpermacintyre • @hasanminajs* • @hemmswrth • @hermionegrangers* • @holdsontoyous • @hostagetakerandhisgirlfriend • @hostagetakerandhistraitor* • @howaboutbucky* • @hvitstark* • @ilysansa • @inthaf • @irisanwestallen • @itsthatunique • @izzyllewis • @jackmanhugh* • @jadeskywalker • @jakeperallta • @jakeperalta* • @janemaxine* • @jason-todds • @jasperjoordan • @jazon-todd* • @jedirey • @jemmablossom • @jenniferjareau • @jimmyhopper • @jlaw* • @joanna-lannister • @johnboyega* • @johnmurphysass* • @johnny-and-dora • @jokes-peralta* • @jonahsimms • @jonas-brothers* • @jonathan-byers • @juliastiles • @jynerso • @karadanvers • @karolinadean • @karollinadean* • @kathmcnamara* • @katsbakers • @keirahknightley* • @kenobi-jinn* • @killians • @killingseve • @kylloben • @kyloren • @kylo-rey • @kyloreys • @kylos • @lameblake • @laracovinskys* • @larajeancoveys • @laurens-german • @lea-michele* • @leons-kennedys* • @lesbellamy • @lilsreinhart • @lilyscollins* • @littlemermaiids* • @llaracroft • @logan-solo • @louleblancs* • @ltfrankcastle • @luke-skywalker • @lvrsonbrie • @lydiamartinn • @lyricaokano • @madalainepetsch* • @maevewiley • @maeve-wiley* • @maggierogers • @margeaery • @mayyahawke • @melodrqmas • @michaelcorderoes • @mikejane • @mikeshanlon • @mikewheeler • @mileystewart* • @minooru* • @miss-marvells* • @monicarambeau • @montygreen* • @moonaves • @morganstarks • @morningstr

N-S

@nadiasguzman* • @natasharomonoff • @nessa007 • @nicoskarrie • @nochillsteve* • @nowyourdaisies • @nvermindiseeyou* • @odairannies • @odonoghues • @ohbellamy* • @onastyamiga • @ororos • @oscaarisaacs • @parkerpete • @pascvl • @peachy-brooklyn* • @pendragaryen* @peraltasames • @peraltas-jacob* • @perfectopposite • @peter-parkours* • @peter-stank • @peterstarkss* • @petesparkers • @phastos • @pnnzzlr • @podriickpayne* • @poedamaron* • @poedamerun • @princesswan* • @quantumarvel • @queens-clarke • @rainbowkarolina* • @rainbowkarolinas • @rcnfri • @rebeccasjack* • @rectoresstissaia • @reyslight • @richarrdmadden* • @ricky-bowens • @robertdowneys • @robertpattisons* • @romanoffsvalkyrie • @royalswan* • @sabrinaspellman • @salazarsmaria* • @samwillson* • @scodelariokaya • @scullys • @selflessbellamy* • @sergeant-santiago • @severidekelly* • @shaeheda* • @sharons-carters • @shialablunt* • @shining-rey-of-sunshine* • @solanaberrie • @solo-han • @spdys • @spellman • @spidyswebs* • @stanbarber • @starcourtreylo* • @stardustly* • @starkrobb* • @starksparker • @stephensking* • @steveharrigntons • @steverogsrs* • @stevesharington* • @still-watching • @stydiaislove • @stydiea* • @stydixa • @summercohen • @supernovablake* • @swainlake* • @swanaf*

T-Z

@tayloralison • @tayorswift • @the-most-beautiful-broom* • @the-suns-also-rise* • @thoresque • @thorsdiana* • @thwip • @tinanewt • @tmhollandss • @tomhollande • @tomhollands • @tonitopaz • @tonxstark • @tonystarks • @tonystarkys* • @torisvega • @towalkinyourlight* • @trueloveistreacherous • @tshifty • @tyrondys* • @underbellamy* • @van-dyne • @vanessacarlysle • @varchies • @veronicaslodges • @veronica-lodge • @visionmcu* • @viviansternwood* • @wandmaximoff • @watsons* • @waverly-earp • @wespers • @wheelermikes • @wicksjohns • @widonotts* • @wintersfalcon* • @wintersoeldiers • @winterswake • @wizarding • @wolfsansastark* • @wonderwomans • @wynonna-earp​ • @yennefer-s • @youleftme-clarke* • @youngsamberg • @yourereallyhere* • @zavens

I think that’s everyone! Sorry if I forgot you!!  🥺

[cinebration]

Cordial (Napoleon Solo x Reader) [Part 13]

Solo makes dinner.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Epilogue

Tagged: @ly--canthrope, @maan24, @eefjedegraaf, @omgkatinka, @tiffanypooh, @ramenyul, @crispysublimecupcake, @cavillhavoc, @martinafigoli, @illbegoinhome​

Warnings: none

Gif Source: dianahprince

Knocking loudly on the door, Solo announced, “I’ve made dinner. It’s ready for you when you are.”

Silence.

Keeping the dish in the oven to maintain its temperature, Solo sat down at the only table in the room: a small one designed for one person. He pulled up the chair from the foyer and used the crate he had brought the groceries in to sit on.

He hadn’t left. That is, after surveying the contents of your fridge and pantry, he had excused himself for an hour and a half before returning laden with the groceries. He had familiarized himself with your small kitchen quickly and rolled up his sleeves.

All while you had listened to the radio and painted. You hadn’t heard a sound.

A clock ticked somewhere in the apartment.

Sixty-seven minutes after announcing dinner was ready, Solo heard the door open. Rising quickly, he stood beside the table and smoothed out the apron.

You appeared in the entryway, nonplussed. “I told you to leave.”

“You also told me you wanted to taste my cooking.” Solo gestured to the chair. “Please.”

You frowned, hesitated. Unperturbed, Solo turned to the oven and opened it with a flourish. A rich smell wafted into the room. Despite yourself, you felt your stomach spasm with hunger.

You reluctantly lowered yourself into the chair.

Sweat prickled around Solo’s collar. He tried to tell himself it was the heat from the oven, but he knew it was the nerves. Never had situational uncertainty bothered him so profoundly.

His hands remained steady, however. Plating the food with practiced movements, he pivoted on his heel and placed a plate in front of you.

Ratatouille.

You glanced up at him, eyes narrowing.

“I thought it was appropriate,” Solo said, wondering if the joke had fallen flat.

You said nothing but speared some of the vegetables into the fork. Taking that as a good sign, Solo put his own plate on the table and took a seat. You ate quicker than he expected. Given the meager offerings the fridge had exposed earlier, he guessed it had to do with hunger.

“Are you giving that Renault to Schwartz?” he asked, desperate to break the silence.

“Aren’t you clever,” you muttered. You didn’t even bother looking at him.

Perturbed, Solo tried again. “Have you considered Waverly’s proposal?”

“No.”

He paused. “Why not?”

“He hasn’t called me yet.”

“I’m sure he’ll tell you exactly what I did.”

“I want to negotiate terms.”

He nodded. “A reduced sentence?”

“Why would I want that?”

Solo stared. He couldn’t imagine you wanted anything else. All he wanted was to be a free man. Surely you were of the same mind?

“The FBI puts me to good use,” you continued, gaze directed at your plate. “I like the work.”

“The FBI.”

“What? You thought I worked for the CIA like you? If that were the case,” you hissed, yanking your attention up to him, “maybe I wouldn’t have been stabbed.”

Solo flinched inwardly. The anger in your face and bitterness in your voice sliced through his chest with the precision of a scalpel.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You snorted and returned to the food, relinquishing him from your burning stare. “You say that as if it means something.”

“It does.”

“Sure.” The sarcasm in your voice bit.

Flailing internally, Solo reached into his pocket and pulled out the item he had kept safeguarded since the attack. He gently set it in front of you.

The wedding ring.

You stopped midchew, set the fork down.

“I can be loyal,” he began, the rehearsed speech ready. “I can—”

You swept the ring off the table. It clattered across the floor, slid under the cooling stove.

“No,” you hissed.

Solo blinked. He hadn’t accounted for your reaction. Not this one, at least.

Tremors wracked your frame, your breath stuttering in your throat. You squirmed in your seat, hands clenching into fists.

He softly called your name.

Your fist slammed against the table. “I wake up every night covered in sweat and in pain! I can still feel the knife. That’s not something I’ll ever forget.”

Chest constricting unbearably, he declared, “It won’t happen again.”

“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.” You rose from the table.

Solo leapt to his feet. “You said you trusted my skills. I won’t let you get attacked again. You can trust that.”

You stared at his earnest, genuine expression. Your anger faltered for a moment. A spark of hope lit in his chest.

“I wish I could.”

It felt like a gut punch. Solo met your hardened gaze.

A phone rang, shattering the fraught silence.

You immediately went to answer it.

Solo sank onto his seat, numb. The food lay cooling on his plate, unpalatable. A strange sensation permeated his body, his thoughts.

Pain. No, anguish.

His gaze slid to the oven. Suddenly on his hands and knees, he pressed his cheek to the floor, looking for the ring. It glimmered faintly in the dusty darkness.

Using a knife to retrieve it, he wiped it clean on the apron just as you emerged from the back room.

“We’re going,” you said, your voice crisp and flat.

Eyebrows arching, Solo held out the ring.

You glanced at it for a long moment. When you spoke, you sounded tired. “We’re not married this time.”

“Why not?”

“I asked for it.”

[celestialbarnes]

undercover night out

pairing: dick grayson x reader

summary: reader and dick go undercover at an event where some feelings end up coming out

a/n: i’m starting a little series from the ‘100 ways to say i love you’ list. send me a number(s) + a titans character if you wanna! also, whew this is a little longer than my usual lol oopsies 

this is 50.”i think you’re beautiful.” + 56.“it brings out your eyes.”

gif credit: @dianahprince​

You were in the middle of sparring with Donna when Dick and Kory came into the room, frustrated looks on both of their faces. You were so focused on Dick you weren’t paying attention which gave Donna the perfect opportunity to swipe your legs, causing you to land flat on your butt.

“Donna, c’mon,” Dick shot the girl a glare as he crouched down to your level. “Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice as he helped you stand up. The way his hand lingered on your lower back didn't go noticed by Donna or Kory; both girls sharing a look.

You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. Dick kept his eyes locked onto yours which made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You couldn’t tell who it was, but one of the girls cleared their throat, breaking Dick out of his little trance.

The man shook his head and pulled away from you, turning his attention to his oldest friend in the room,”You can’t be so rough with her, you know she isn’t as trained as us.” Donna rolled her eyes at him blew him off as usual.

“We know that,” Kory’s calm as ever voice spoke, “but Y/N does still need to learn basic fighting skills even if she doesn’t go out with us.”

She wasn’t wrong and Dick knew it, which is why he stayed silent. You’ve only been with the Titans for a few months, being introduced to them by Bruce Wayne. He discovered your abilities when he read about some girl magically healing the illnesses and ailments of Gotham’s homeless. Some would say your powers were unique, you were able to heal almost any wound or imperfection on someone. Jason got stabbed? A few minutes of you touching the area and he’d be good as new. Hank’s shoulder acting up? You massaged him once and it was gone forever. The only downside was that it took a lot of energy from you. You needed a days and a half rest after helping Hank, not that you told the others that.

“What brought you guys down here anyways?” Donna asked, bringing her water bottle to her lips.

Dick tensed up again as Kory sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Well, you know that guy we’ve been tracking?”

“The one leaving those explosives all over Gotham?” You looked up at Dick who nodded, confusion on his face. “Gar likes to talk a lot.” You answered, a shy smile on your face. You didn't know if Gar was supposed to be telling you those things. Oops.

“Y-Yeah uh-,” Dick had to force himself to stop looking at you or he’d never get his point across. “We found out that he’s going to be at some fancy event tonight, no doubt planting the next bomb.”

You perked up, “That’s great! You guy’s are finally going to catch him!” 

Dick let out a chuckle before shaking his head, “Maybe. We don’t want to ambush him too early and miss him planting it and cause a commotion at the event or get there too late and the building go up with everybody in it.”

Kory was the next to speak, “So I was thinking we send someone into the event, a couple maybe, to scope it out and find out exactly when he’s going to make his move. That way whoever we have in there with help with getting people out in time.”

“Who were you thinking?” You innocently asked, looking at the pink haired girl.

“Well...” She trailed off as she looked between you and Dick who already knew what she was doing.

“Kory, no-” He began to object but you cut him off by agreeing and asking about the dress attire.

Donna grabbed your arm and began leading you out of the room, “Oh I've got that covered, Y/N.”

After two hours of Donna and Dawn doing your hair and makeup, you were finally ready to leave with Dick. Were you nervous? A bit. It wasn’t about the whole going undercover and potentially getting caught in an explosion thing though, your nerves were coming from the total lovesick part of your brain that was finally realizing you were going to be technically going out with the man you’ve been crushing on since arriving to the tower.

The red floor length dressed hugged your body in all the right places and the heels Dawn chose were perfect for you. You heard your name being yelled from the living room which meant it was your time to come out. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and took a deep breath before walking out to where everybody was waiting.

Dawn and Donna already knew what you looked like, but that didn’t stop them from letting out hollers that made your cheeks burn red. Kory and Rachel gushed about how gorgeous the dress looked on you while Gar and Hank sent respectful smiles your way. You looked around and noticed Dick wasn’t there yet which made you frown. Jason quickly made his way to you, the teenage boy in him coming out as he looked you up and down.

“May I say Y/N, if I knew you’d be the one going undercover looking like this, well lets just-” Jason was cut off by Dick clapping his hand on his shoulder a little too harder than normal.

“Let’s stop that right there, yeah?” Dick playfully shoved the younger boy away before taking you in, his eyes raking up and down and not in the way Jason’s had previously did. He looked as handsome as ever. Of course he wore a suit and tie, his ridiculously soft looking hair was parted and styled just the way you liked it.

Kory once again broke you two out of your little moment, handing Dick a little ear piece and explaining what would be going down. “We’ll be able to talk through these, the second you see him making his move, start helping people out and we’ll be in. Got it?” She looked at him and he nodded. “Great,” She smiled. “Now go have fun!” She motioned towards the elevators which made you laugh.

You and Dick stood side by side as the elevator went down. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked, no doubt noticing as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“Oh yeah, of course. This just isn’t my normal outfit or makeup, you know?” You motioned to the dress on your body.

“I think you’re beautiful.” Dick smiled your way as the door opened. He reached his hand out for you to grab and you did. The way he smiled and spoke to you made your stomach churn in the best way.

The event was in full swing by the time you two got there. Dick guided you to the bar which had a pretty perfect view of the whole area. You made a mental count of how many exits there were as Dick ordered drinks. You raised your brows as he handed you the glass.

“Remember, Kory said to have fun. One won’t hurt.” His signature smirk was enough for you to touch your glass to his before taking a sip.

Dick stayed close to you at all times, not that you minded. A few older people came up to you two and began talking about charity, apparently this event was to raise money for the local battered women's shelter. Dick promised a nice donation to the cause, in Bruce’s name of course. Soft music began to play and the dance floor soon was getting filled with couples. You watched as they swayed together, wishfully thinking how nice it would be do dance with your date for the night. As if he was reading your mind, he spoke up, “Care for a dance?”

You began to protest, “Dick, we need to keep an eye out-”

He shook his head, “I can still keep an eye on him, he’s out there dancing too actually.” You followed his gaze to the dance floor where a slightly older man was dancing with a younger woman.

“Okay, one dance.” You gave in, letting him lead you to the middle of the room.

His arms were around your waist, his grip not too tight, but you still felt it. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, the heels you wore made you the perfect height for him and for that you thanked Dawn.

“This is nice,” You mused, giving him a small smile. “It’s good to be out of the tower for a while. I’m surprised you were okay with my joining you.”

That confession made him stop in his tracks, his brow furrowing, “What? Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrugged and motioned for him to start moving again as you began talking, “I don’t know. I for sure thought you’d ask Donna or Kory to accompany you. They have the training and have been out in the field unlike me.” Your shoulders sagged a bit as you said the last part, his comment from earlier saying you weren’t as trained as them hitting a nerve.

Dick’s grip on your waist tightened, making you look up at him. “I kinda asked for Kory to mentioned it while you we're around, secretly hoping you’d volunteer or say yes.”

Now it was your turn to be confused, “You what?”

“I thought it’d be my one chance and I had to take it. If you haven't noticed, Y/N, I kind of really like you.” His cheeks tinted a light shade of pink as it dawned on you.

“Oh.” You let out, your brain still processing his words.

Dick took that dry response as you rejecting him. His hands dropped from your waist and he turned to walk away, cursing at himself for being so stupid. You quickly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back to you.

“I-I like you too. That’s why I was so nervous about this; didn’t want to screw it up or anything.” You let your hand drop from his arm, looking down as you felt the blood rush to your face.

He let out a laugh that made you look up at him, “You could never screw this up. We’re both-” He stopped talking as his gaze drifted behind you. You turned and saw the man you were after sneaking off to the back rooms of the building. You looked at Dick with wide eyes as he pressed the ear piece Kory gave him, explaining it was about to go down and for the team to hurry up.

Dick looked around the crowded room and you immediately knew what he was doing. “Theres two exits, one on each side at the front of the building.”

He grabbed your hands in his as he spoke, “You take the left and I'll take the right. Once everybody is out, you stay there with them. We got this, okay?” He didn’t give you time to answer as he dashed off to his side of the doors. You quickly began telling people about a poisonous gas leak that was happening and everybody ran to the doors, filing out into the parking lot across the street.

You anxiously bit your lip as you looked at the building, hoping and praying your friends would make it out safe and alive. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t notice Donna and Hank dragging the guy out of the building till you heard shouting. Kory and Donna followed behind them, assuring everybody on the street that everything was fine now. Jason came out next holding a briefcase which you assumed held whatever explosive the man had.

Minutes passed and still no sight of Dick. You were beginning to worry even more as you headed towards Kory till you heard a shout of your name.

“HEY, Y/N!” Dick, dressed in his nightwing outfit called out. You let out a sigh of relief as you jogged towards him and basically threw yourself into his arms. He let out a laugh as he removed his eye mask and wrapping his arms around you.

“You took so long to come out and I saw Donna and Hank with the guy so everything was okay, but you never-” You were cut off by him crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands cupped his face as his held on tightly to your waist.

Pulling apart, you rested your forehead on his and let out a giggle, “Please shut me up like that whenever you want.” Dick shook his head before pecking your lips once again.

“Let’s get back to the tower.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder as you began walking. The crowd had already dispersed, half the people going back in and half leaving.

You paused and pulled away, finally taking the time to look at his outfit. You had never seen him in it, he was usually changed out of it when you were done healing everybody after nights out. “I like the outfit,” You looked him up and down like he did to you earlier. “It brings out your eyes.” You teased, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers.

You were really glad Bruce found you.

[tintinwrites]

oh | Poe Dameron x Reader?

Request: “I don’t know if i’m evil lol but i kinda wanna see the reader break poe’s heart” - Anon

A/N: You asked for it :)

Rating: T

Warning: Poe is heartbroken fellas. Me making up things like I own all of the Star Wars.

Word count: 1,091, apparently!!

Summary: The war is over and one of Poe’s first duties is to tell you he likes you.

GIF credit: dianahprince

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Poe didn’t know what to do now that the war was over.

That was a lie.

You needed to build a proper base on Ajan Kloss with actual working parts and maybe even quarters for everyone to sleep in.

And when it was built promptly, Poe sat in his new command center, watching Finn work on something while he had no idea what to do.

He figured a new group would take the place of the First Order in the same way they took the place of the Empire and he would come up with a strategy, but it likely would take a little while for someone to create a group strong enough to challenge them.

When Finn saw his frustration at being a general without any clue what should be done next, he suggested that Poe do something for himself for the first time in years.

To which he scoffed and then paused, and realized there was something he promised himself he would do once the war was over.

He’d been staring at you with the goofiest eyes in the galaxy since the day he met you and you told him to ‘move his ass or be kicked’.

Not that you were mean and cold to him once you knew each other; no, there were times when you would laugh at each other and a couple times where you sweetly cared for his wounds.

You made it easy to want you in every sense of the word.

He loved a person who could kick his ass and kiss his injuries in the same minute.

That was a promise he made, to see if you were interested in him at all once you two were no longer focused on the war.

He walked out of the room without another word to Finn in search of you, looking in most of the common rooms on the base and then the hangar in case you were admiring the brand new ships that had been ordered, but you weren’t there.

But he did see a small group of bright flowers blooming off to the side and he thought maybe you deserved a little romance, a proposition softer than the war you fought.

Plucking the largest one, he walked to the place where he knew you probably were; your quarters.

He straightened his hair even though it looked good all the time then knocked on your door, waiting for you to open it.

He waited.

Maybe you weren’t there, but where else would you possibly be?

Turning to keep looking for you, he heard voices moving closer to the door and glanced over his shoulder as it slid open.

“You’ll be here tomorrow?” You said all sweet to the half-naked man holding his shirt tight in his grip, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Or tonight.”

That was one of his pilots, one he considered to be a decent friend who was damn funny when they were playing sabacc drunk on cheap liquor.

One he’d drunkenly slurred to about Y/N’s pretty and I’m gonna kiss those gorgeous lips once we win this war.

And he was growling at you like you and he—

Oh.

If the pilot without a shirt wasn’t enough indication of what you’d done, you being in only your shirt and underwear pretty much told him everything.

His scanning eyes met your wide ones as you darted to hide behind your...lover.

“General Dameron! We were—”

“I need to look into using one of those new ships.”

The jerk ran off to leave you yanking your shirt down as much as you could to cover your thighs.

Poe didn’t really notice the flower wilting in his tight grip.

“I’m sorry. It’s unprofessional.”

“No, uh...I’m not against Resistance members being in relationships. The war is over and it’s...time we lived our lives finally.”

His voice sounded flat and his eyes stared at something above you like his gaze might betray the tightness in his chest.

You tilted your head, then looked at the flower and gently pulled it from his grip.

He noticed it wilted as it quickly bloomed in your hand.

Of course it did.

What didn’t bloom when around you?

Evidently he was not the only man to brighten at the thought of you and he berated himself for not kissing you the moment the war was won.

“You’ve been picking flowers,” you mused without a note of teasing.

“It reminded me of you since you’re...you, uh, like flowers.” Since it’s really pretty and you’re really pretty he’d wanted to say like an idiot who’d never flirted in his life.

“Aw, Poe, I’m going to nurture it and care for it, I promise.” You retreated into your room to lay it on your nightstand for the time being, and Poe might’ve peeked inside foolishly.

“You like your room?” He pretended to only be interested in that and not looking at your bed to look at the rumpled sheets.

You hummed. “Still breaking it in.”

And he knew what you meant by the little giggle that sounded, one he’d listened to directed at him once that made him believe that maybe you liked him as much as he liked you.

Now you were breaking in your bed with a guy who knew his plans to ask you out.

If he were a lesser man, he might have gone after the guy and socked him in the jaw, but it was clear that you were very happy with him, and Poe wasn’t the kind of jealous person who crossed the line into covetous.

“You’re quiet.”

“I’m thinking about taking one of the ships out for a spin, seeing some new planets.”

“With all you have done for us, you’ve earned that break.”

“Enjoy your flower, Y/N/N.”

He turned to leave.

Then he paused momentarily and spun back around to tell you everything.

He spoke quickly of how gorgeous you were, that he thought of you often, all the great qualities that drew him to you eagerly, the things he wanted to do to you and with you.

He kissed you passionately.

Oh, only...he didn’t.

He looked at you over his shoulder with the silly plan of doing that in his head, and instead watched you stare dreamily at the wall like it was that pilot.

And he wondered to himself as he left if he should have kissed you the moment you found each other upon winning the war, but decided that it wouldn’t have made a difference.