*stands there awkwardly for a moment*


NEWT gazes at TINA – awkwardly affectionate. He gently reaches forward and touches her hair. Lingering for a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes.

A last look and NEWT suddenly moves away, leaving TINA standing, raising a hand to touch where NEWT stroked her hair.

so one time my family threw me a surprise party, i usually don’t know how to react to those sort of things. so when they all jumped up and yelled surprise i immediately laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling for 11 minutes straight and everyone was standing there awkwardly.

Fake? Pt.4 || C.H

LAST and FINAL part okay you guys, i promise! i hope u enjoy xx

WARNING; angry sex


“Y/N!” Your manager screeched at you when you bounced out the car once you guys made it at the hotel. You disregarded the fact that no guards were called to surround you before you entered. Realizing your fame and what’s at stake, you halted and turned around swiftly. 

“Calum, come over here,” you say simply, watching as Calum awkwardly leaves the car and stands in front of you. He rubs his right arm with his left hand, having you bite down on your lip from the sight of his muscles. “Put me in your Instagram story.”

Within a few minutes, you instructed Calum to hold up his phone in selfie mode as you posed. You morbidly got on your toes and gave Calum a kiss on his chubby cheek as he captured the moment. Sighing, you remove yourself from the Maori boy before you trudge into the hotel. The voices chanting your name began to fade away in your head as your guards guided you to your room. 

Slamming the door behind you, you lean your back against it and slide down to the beige-carpeted floor. With rage, you rip off all your accessories from your body. The Gucci earrings and the Prada bracelets roll away on the ground from where you’ve thrown them. Letting out another frustrated sigh, you sink your face into your hands and close your eyes. Within seconds, you felt urgent knocks behind you. 

“Who?” You asked harshly as you recovered yourself from the floor. 

“Who else?” Calum’s voice entered your ears. 

“The hell you want?” You responded bitterly, subconsciously unlocking all the locks of the door. 

“I just want to talk–” Calum began loudly as you opened the door. Introducing yourself to his vision, he lowered his voice. “..to you.”

“Then speak,” you muttered, feeling yourself flushing from his appearance. Calum had already changed into his lazy attire. With a pair of Adidas sweat pants and an old Nirvana shirt, he looked comfortable but in a hurry. 

“Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to hit you with all those words, and that kiss, and the song–” he began but you reached your limit. 

“C’mere,” you mumble, grabbing his arm and pulling him into your suite. Slamming the door, you push him against it and glare up at him. “What the fuck was up with all of that?” 

“I-I just…” Calum stuttered a bit, having yourself laugh bitterly at how his cocky facade quickly dropped when it came to confrontation. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I saw you and we both agreed to do the stunt.” 

“Oh right, of course you missed me,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned around and began walking away from Calum. “Because fucking another girl nonchalantly while you were with me totally showed how much you loved me. You’re such a loving boyfriend, Calum!” 

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N, your sarcasm really is a big flaw of yours,” Calum gritted through his teeth, forming his hands into fists. You turned around and giggled at seeing how hard Calum was acting. It was as if he was gonna hit you when you know he wasn’t. “I do fucking miss you– more than you want to believe.”

“Yeah?” Your sarcasm was practically dripping from your tongue. “And trying to get me back right after totally showed it, huh? No calls, no texts?” 

“You fucking blocked me, Y/N, what the fuck else was I supposed to do?” Calum growled. You turned around, feeling yourself heat up from anger as you shoved him on the chest. 

“You could’ve tried to contact me through one of the boys!” You yelled. Calum grabbed your shoulders and pushed you gently against the wall. He was seething now, his grip on your shoulders very strong and tight. 

“You made it clear that you wanted me to fuck off!” Calum shouted, his face 2 inches away from yours. “I wanted to fucking respect you and I did what you wanted! I left you alone and you seemed perfectly content with it!” 

“I wasn’t, you asshole!” You spat. “I wanted you to keep trying! I wanted to know that you kept trying because I was worth it! But obviously I wasn’t!”

“Y/N, you’re so fucking stupid right now, it’s driving me insane!” Calum yelled. His almond eyes were focused on yours, having your heart beat faster from its sudden change. It went from cowardice to lust. “I couldn’t get with another girl because the only girl in my head and my heart was you! It was all you! You were everything I saw, in every song I listened to, in every girl I greeted! You just couldn’t leave my damn life and I hate that I even let you leave!” 

“I don’t even believe you!” You rolled your eyes, attempting to squirm out of his grip. But his grasp on you was tight as his eyes darkened further with lust. 

“Then you’re gonna have to, Princess, because it’s all true,” Calum growled, having you grit your teeth. 

“Stop calling me Princess, fucking hell!” 

“Make me,” Calum began, his plump lips forming into a smirk. “–Princess.” Immediately, you grabbed his chubby face and smashed his lips onto yours. It was driving you insane when he was only inches from your face. The kiss he gave you earlier made you crave for more, but you thought it was all part of the stunt. But the way he forced his tongue into your mouth now made you think differently. 

“Calum,” you moaned into his mouth as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt. You began pulling it up, having Calum break the kiss to remove it. He smashed his lips back on yours once more as your hands began to trace his ‘MMXII’ on his chest. You felt Calum moan into your mouth as he held your waist to pull you closer. 

“Y/N–” Calum moaned, his voice raspy and muffled against your lips as he began to guide you to the bed. He picked you up hastily and dropped you on the bed, having him look at your body as you breathed quickly. Still stood up, Calum began unbuckling his belt. During that time, you decide to slip off your shirt and pants with your undergarments remaining untouched. 

“Do you have any..?” You began, your eyes looking into Calum’s as he shoved his hand into his back pocket. He fished out a plastic wrap, giving you a sense of relief as your heart continuously threatened to escape your chest. You watched as Calum pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger boxers to reveal his semi-hard member. 

“Give me a minute to–” Calum hitched his voice as his hand went down to his member. But you quickly sat up and grabbed his hand with both of yours. His hazel eyes met with yours, twinkling as you bit your bottom lip. 

“Allow me,” you said quietly, standing up to let him sit down at the edge of the bed. Getting on your knees, you felt the carpet hug them. Your eyes were finally leveled with Calum’s hard-on as you took it into your small hands. 

“Mmph,” Calum moaned, goosebumps rising all around his body as your cold touch felt him. With both hands wrapped, you beginning stroking his member up and down slowly. Small grunts escaped the Maori boy’s mouth as you gradually went faster. “P-please, Y/N, use your–” 

You blew a bit of air on Calum’s tip before you licked it gently with your tongue. A loud ‘fuck’ left Calum’s lips as you closed your lips around it. You felt his dick twitch slightly in your mouth as you put more of him in it. Taking in all you can fit, you began to swipe your tongue around it. Veins made your tongue go through a bumpy path as you continuously went up and down his member. 

“Are you humming? Fuck-!” Calum exclaimed as you sent vibrations down his member. You suddenly felt his large hand weave into your hair, pulling you off his dick quickly. You look up at him and pout, having pre-cum drip down your puckered lips and chin. “Sh-shit,” Calum muttered as your tongue cleaned off your face. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked innocently, having Calum flush as his hands cupped my cheeks. 

“With your sucking on my dick and that pretty face that you made as you did– I was gonna cum, baby,” Calum whispers as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to cum while in you, so let’s get a move on, shall we?” 

“Okay,” you whispered back, taking Calum’s offered hands as he lifts you up to your feet once more. As you were trying to get on the bed though, Calum grabbed your hips and halted you. “Baby…?” 

“Your knees,” Calum said as both pairs of eyes fell to your knees. They were slightly rashed up from the carpet. His calloused hands rubbed down your thighs and to your knees, making you throb as his thumbs tapped on them gently. “I’m sorry.” As he apologized, he gently gave both knees a kiss before standing up and placing you on the bed. “Sit up, beautiful.”

“Mm,” you hummed, sitting up as Calum quickly attached his lips back on yours. You felt his hands fumble to your back, messing with the latch of your bra. You began to giggle at Calum’s attempts as he messed with your bra. “Babe–” you tried to detach from his lips, but he was craving for you. He wouldn’t stop kissing you until you pressed his pecks and pushed him back lightly. 

“Y/N?” Calum questioned, looking a little sad as you looked into those almond eyes of his. 

“Cal, it’s a front-latch bra,” you giggled, pointing at the latch between your breasts as Calum flushed. 

“Shush, I knew that,” Calum stubbornly mumbled before he violently took off the latch and ripped your bra from your body. He quickly pushed you back on the bed, having you squeal as your back once more touched the cotton sheets. Calum once more pressed his plump lips to yours as one of his hands grabbed hold of your right breast. You moaned into his mouth as he began tweaking with your pink bud. He quickly left your lips as he began tracing kisses from you cheek, down to your neck and collarbone. 

“Calum!” You screamed, encouraging Calum to go down to your left breast. Instantly, his lips latched themselves onto your nipple and your back arched with pleasure. “Ah, Cal– mph!” Your voice kept hitching as the pleasure was too immense and everlasting. Calum nibbled at your mound a bit as he swiped your perked bud with his tongue. 

“I can’t handle this anymore, I have to be inside you,” Calum growled as he ripped your soaked panties from your body. You squealed slightly at his sudden strength, watching as the pantie fell somewhere on the floor.

“You’re paying for that,” you sassed as Calum grabbed the condom and opened it. Chuckling, he slipped the moistened latex on his throbbing member as he bent down once more. 

“Will do, Princess,” Calum said with a smirk before looking you dead in the eyes. “Are you ready?” With a simple nod, Calum quickly slammed himself in you, having you shut your eyes and let out a moan. 

“C-alum!” You choked a bit, grabbing onto the bed sheets helplessly as Calum began thrusting inside you. Your moans became music to his ears as it never stopped. As you were, Calum was busy admiring you from above. He walked as your breasts jumped up and down from his thrusting, with your face full of pleasure and lust for him. It was so selfish of him, but at that moment, he realized how much he wanted you back. He wanted you all to himself so he can be absorbed in you and show you off to the world. He regretted the day that you were no longer his and wanted to savor this very moment if you didn’t take him back. 

“All mine,” Calum growled into your ear as he sped up his pace. 

“Calum– ah, shit!” You cried, pulling the sheets off of the bed as the bedframe began to creak. You couldn’t see, but you heard the headboard begin to hit the wall harshly. “I-I’m gonna–!” 

“S-same–” Calum groaned, having him grab the sheets besides your head as he increased his speed to as fast as he can go. But Calum finally hit it, and you felt yourself release all over his covered member. You felt jolts of his cum in his condom as it constantly spewed from his tip. “Y/N… Y/N…” The two of you were breathing hard as Calum removed himself from you and slipped off the condom. You crawled over to the headboard to see the wall now dented with a hole in it. You watch as bit of concrete was falling from the wall like a waterfall. 

“You’re paying for that,” you say with a laugh as you crawled under the covers. You watch Calum chuckle and throw the condom on the ground somewhere. He quickly joined you under the covers as he grabbed your chin and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. 

“I’ll pay for it, I promise,” Calum said, giving you your favorite cheeky smile. “And your panties.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but snort at him. You then sighed as your index finger rubbed against his feather tattoo. 

“Did… did she really not mean anything to you?” You whispered painfully, having Calum understand immediately who you were referring to. Calum quickly lifted your chin up so you met his gaze. His eyes were serious, with his jawline tensing up a bit. 

“She meant absolutely nothing to me,” Calum said truthfully. “If I’m being honest with you, I have no idea why I did what I did. But I have never regretted such a choice so much in my entire life. My heart literally hurt for you as you were no longer by my side. I hated it so much, but I knew you wanted to be away from me and I respected that. But I didn’t know you really wanted me to try for you and I simply gave up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, but if you give me another chance, I swear–” 

You quickly shut him up with a kiss. You swallowed his apology before detaching once more and giving him a small smile. Moving closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your face against his chest. 

“Consider this your second chance,” you whispered against his chest before you closed your eyes. You felt Calum’s heart beat fast as he wrapped his strong arms around you and placed his chin on your head. Closing your eyes, you found yourself growing tired. 

“I love you,” Calum whispered before falling asleep. You blushed, feeling your heart skip too many beats. You pressed your lips against his chest, giving him a gentle kiss before smiling. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered before your eyes fluttered shut and you entered a deep slumber. 

tomorrow; perc’ahlia, 1.6k

They have one night before they make a move towards Emon. One night before they engage Thordak, for better or worse. Percy has spent much of the day locked in his workshop, feverishly planning and constructing anything and everything he thinks might give Vox Machina the edge they need. As evening begins fading into night, however, he breaks from his work and returns to his bedroom - it won’t do if they fight Thordak and he is dead on his feet from lack of sleep.

And yet as he stands before his bed, cleaned from the day’s workshop activity and wearing only the loose shirt and pants he prefers to sleep in these days (no more long-johns if he could help it), he realises: there is somewhere else for him to be, tonight.

That is why he slips his glasses back on and pads down the hall, skipping over several closed doors to one that still has the glow of lamp-light coming from underneath. Percy stands awkwardly before it for a moment, hand raised to knock but stalled before his knuckles ever touch the surface.

After what feels like an age, he knocks. A sleepy voice calls from within: “Hello?”

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Prompt #5

The ball is about to drop, Allura moves closer to Shiro, Hunk grabs Shay’s arm and Pidge bumps foreheads with some girl she met about a month ago. Coran had passed out at about 9pm, leaving Lance and Keith awkwardly standing there. In a moment of desperation and tipsiness, Keith turns to Lance and asks

“Will you be my New Years kiss?”


You awkwardly pushed your food around your plate, keeping your eyes trained downwards.  The tension in the Wayne dining hall was almost palpable.  Bruce was openly glaring at Clark, who had taken to trying to avoid your brothers gaze as much as possible out of sheer uncomfortableness. 

“Who wants dessert?”  You asked suddenly, standing up quickly in an attempt to find solace from the awkwardness.  Clark shot you a helpless glance as you disappeared into the kitchen, Bruce entering the kitchen moments after you did.

“I don’t like him.”  He stated.

“You could at least pretend that you did for the next few hours, while he’s here.”  You countered, hopefully.

“No, I don’t think that I can.”


Can we just take a moment to appreciate JB’s reaction to Youngjae’s adorable fluffiness?

The first time around, Jinyoung laughs, Yugeyom cringes, Jackson’s just ??? and Mark and BamBam are amused - but JB is standing up, with his hands together, and smiles like a proud boyfriend leader.

During the second take, Jinyoung judges Youngjae and everyone laughs at adorable sunshine’s awkwardly adorable chuckle at the end - but then there’s JB looking at Youngjae with a smile as if he’ll never get enough of it.

Even before Youngjae started, JB was leaning all the way down to look at Youngjae - in comparison to the other members.

Can 2Jae just go on a cute ice cream date, please?

seventheavenly || GOT7 Weekly Idol Ep 270

You know what? I don’t usually complain about my shows, particularly web shows, but at the moment, I feel like I have to say something.

You know what I wanted from Season 14? I wanted the story of Allison. I wanted the moment she said “We’ll see each other again” to the moment she realized that she was never seeing her husband again. I wanted when she closed her eyes and whispered “Sorry Leonard.”

I wanted Church getting the news. I wanted him opening his door to see two uniformed officers standing awkwardly. I wanted when they explained that they can’t come to every soldier who died, but Allison died a hero and so they had to honor her personally.

I wanted little Carolina sitting on the stairs listening, not understanding that Mommy isn’t coming home. I wanted her asking why, and Leonard trying to explain but his own grief is too great and he shuts down.

I wanted a Leonard Church, who never believed in a higher power, screaming at the ceiling to a God that Allison believed in. Screaming and begging for the only person in the world that he had ever cared about to come home.

I could care less about the mercenaries. I’ve seen so much of the Blood Gulch gang already. Give me the most important story in all of Red vs. Blue. Give me the moment that started all of it, that led Dr. Leonard Church, Director of Project Freelancer, to become the man he was.

Give me the beginning.



“Excuse me, pardon. (Y/N) could you come over here for a moment?” Turning, you see Lex standing with his hands buried in his pocket. He nods his head towards the basketball court. You stroll over.
“Lex, I have so much work to do, I’m not playing a—”
“It won’t be long. First to ten? I’ve been practicing. You’ll see, it will go faster than you think. I won’t take up your whole day.”
“You know I’m not even any good.”
“I enjoy watching you try to be.” He smiles awkwardly, dribbling the ball. “You can try to take it you know.”
“I know. I probably won’t.”
Lex shoots the ball, it goes in the net. “That’s two already. You have to attempt to make the basket. Here, your ball, okay?” He bounces you the ball.
You dribble the ball as close to the basket as you could without sacrificing too many points; Lex doesn’t try to steal or block it from you. You make it in.
“There you go! Well done, well done!” Lex exclaims. “Here, over here, over here, my ball!” He claps his hands once and you throw him the ball with a smile.
“Don’t let me win.” You informed him through a smirk.
The game kept a steady pace as the score continued to climb. He was winning, but by two points. If you could score a three pointer, you’d beat him for the first time since you have begun working with him.

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„So that’s it?” Vex asked, not inquiring anyone in particular. Vax looked at her with a sad smile on his lips.

“We’ll see each other again. You’re welcome to visit anytime you want,” He pulled her closer and hugged her. It was terrible, really. Vex never thought that time would come so quickly, and yet she was saying goodbye to her brother. It felt like she was going to fell apart any moment now; she had a lump n her throat that made it difficult for her to speak.

“You’ll visit too, right?” She felt her eyes fill with tears against her will, so she turned her head, so he wouldn’t see it.

“Of course, Stubby. I’ll be here whenever you need me,” He kissed her forehead and pulled away from the hug. He got a long look at her, for the last time, before turning around to Keyleth, standing awkwardly next to the Sun Tree.

“Open it, Kiki,” He took his bags and waited until Keyleth opened the portal.

“Vax!” Vex shouted at him. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, Stubby! Take care!” Vax smiled at her, before stepping into the portal. Then it closed, and everything went silent.

“Just like that?” Vex whispered to herself, staring at the tree.  

After a few more minutes, she turned around and went back to the castle entrance, where Percy was waiting for her. Whitestone was waking up and there was work to be done.

Just be Cool - Daryl Dixon Request

「 I have another request for you. Do you think you could write a Daryl fanfic please. The reader is fairly new to the group, she’s a bit of a nerd (reads comics etc) and doesn’t know how to be around Daryl because she has a crush on him and always says really awkward stuff and makes jokes that she laughs and snorts at?! They go out on a run one day and fluff leading to some light smut?!」

AN: This was so much fun to write, and on top of that, my first Daryl fic! This prompt was adorable and I had a great time getting to write it. I hope you enjoy it, @nerdflash!<3

“Hey, you getting’ on or what?” Daryl asked, looking at the girl standing beside his motorcycle. He was in charge of taking the new girl on a run, but at the moment she was just standing next to his bike, looking at him awkwardly.

“Uh…Yeah!” (Y/N) answered, trying to sound enthusiastic despite the fact she was sort of shy about riding on Daryl’s motorcycle with him. He was quite possibly the most rugged, dirty, nitty-gritty man she had ever met and she adored him. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea what to do about it. They were polar opposites and had practically nothing in common with one another, and half the time she would stumble on her words or find herself being even more clumsy than usual when he was around. The girl swung her leg over the back of the motorcycle, trying not to kick him or stumble in the process. Of course, she was focusing so hard on not kicking him that she elbowed him in the ribs as she sat down.

“Damn it!” He snapped.

“Sorry, sorry!” She apologized profusely, trying to get comfortable. It was almost impossible for her to just be normal around Daryl. No matter how many times she’d tell herself “just be cool,” she always wound up saying something dumb or letting her clumsiness get the best of her or making dumb jokes. “Uh….” Her voice trailed off.

“What?” Daryl asked, rubbing his side where she’d hit him.

“Where do I put my hands?” She asked with a small laugh. “Please say around you, please say around you…” She couldn’t help but think. The redneck furrowed his brow.

“On your knees?” He suggested.

“Right, right! I knew that. Just testing you.” The girl joked, giving a small snort. Daryl rolled his eyes and started up his bike, revving the engine before tearing out of the prison driveway.

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So in my German class there’s this boy that doesn’t even know my name. He knows me as “The Girl Who Eats All The Time.” And there was one day I was running late to class, and I walk in to hear “No! The Girl Who All The Time isn’t here!” And I’m standing in the door awkwardly, and I just say “Who?” And he sighs, like super relieved and says “You.” And my teacher just looks at us like she ships up and she just says “Otto (my German name in class), sit down already” and I do, and i look over at the guy and he winks at me and gives me a bag of home made cookies with a note that says “For the girl who’s always hungry; I made them myself.”  And oh gosh that was one of the cutest moments because you know, I GOT COOKIES

Imagine Leo telling about their adventures to Splinter and then Mikey just randomly jumping up and pointing at Raph who’s reading a comic book with Chompy on his shoulder and yells “RAPH GOT A GIRLFRIEND IN SPACE!!” Then Raph would look into his father’s eyes awkwardly and Splinter would look back and then at Chompy and be quiet for a moment before the hothead blushes and stands up in panic and yells “THIS LITTLE GUY ISN’T WHAT YOU THINK HE IS, YOU’RE NOT A GRANDFATHER!!”

Accidental Love | For anon

Authors Note: I decided to add Y/N into this for a little bit of fun and so the anon who requested this can feel a little more involved. For you who don’t know Y/N stands for Your Name.

Mordred hadn’t been feeling well recently and decided it would be a good idea to go to Merlin or Giaus for a draft or something for help. Stepping into their chambers he was faced with the raven haired sorcerer, who was sat polishing Arthur’s armor.

“Merlin?” The young knight entered quietly while getting the others attention. Merlin looked up from his worked and raised an eyebrow at the boy. “I was- is Giaus here?” He stuttered walking towards the center of the room.

“No, why?” Merlin asked placing the armor back on the table. Mordred stood awkwardly for a moment before he explained about feeling ill, and that he didn’t want to say anything in case the knights teased him for it. Understanding the younger boys worries Merlin thought he’d help him out. Lifting himself from his seat he set about looking for a remedy for Mordred’s illness.

“I appreciate the help Emrys…” Mordred said leaving Merlin alone to find the remedy.


Later that afternoon Mordred had returned to the chambers but instead of m he was faced with Giaus.

“Mordred?” Giaus looked up from his reading to the knight who was stood just inside the doorway of this room.

“Merlin made a draft for me? To help with something…” Mordred said quietly which seemed to trigger the old mans memory.

“Now I do recall him saying he…” He faded out as he got up and went looking on the shelves, “ah! Yes, he left this for you” Giaus said taking a small vial off the shelf and handing it over to Mordred. The young knight thanked him and downed the vial in one before leaving the chambers. It took a moment but something inside the young man snapped. Closing his eyes and holding his head to prevent the pounding feeling, he shook his head and opened his eyes again looking straight into the eyes of a servant. Y/N was Guinevere’s maid who spent most of their time by her side or with the knights when she wasn’t busy.

“Mordred?” The girl asked looking up at him with a small smile, “are you okay?” The knight stared longingly into the servants eyes as a smile began to creep onto his face.

“Amazing…” Y/N looked up at him with a slight laugh while shaking her head gently.

“If you don’t mind, I need to pass” she told him gently edging past where he was stood. However instead of being allowed past Mordred took a hold of her arm,

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” A slight blush covered Y/N’s cheeks before she replied.

“Oh everyday, Gwaine never lets me forget it” she joked trying to hide the blush.

“I mean when they mean it, because you are the most beautiful women i’ve-” 

“Mordred…” she interrupted “if someones put you up to this-”

“No I mean it!”

“Right…” Y/N nodded and pulled herself from his hold before smiling, “thank you” she said making her way past and into Giaus’ chambers.


“What did you do?!” Y/N snapped at Merlin once he’d returned from his herb picking.

“What do you mean?” he asked defensively, he wasn’t used to being yelled at by anyone other then Giaus or Arthur.

“You gave Mordred something, now he’s acting incredibly weird!”

“You mean this?” Merlin lifted a vial from the table filled with a clear liquid “It’s a draft to help him feel better, but it hasn’t been touched…”

“Oh” The two servants looked over at Giaus who had put down the book he was reading and had a guilty look on his face.


“What did you do?” There was a long silence before he answered,

“I think I gave him the wrong draft…”

“What did you give him?” Y/N asked crossing her arms. Giaus stood up, picking the empty vial up that Mordred had drunk from and handed it to her, who handed it to Merlin as he would know what it was better then her. Merlin looked the pinkish liquid over then sniffed the vial.

“He drank this?” Giaus nodded and Merlin sighed before laughing slightly “it’s a love potion… I was testing the book when I made it, I didn’t think it would work!” Y/N smiled and made her way over to Merlin before punching him on the arm,

“Mordred’s in love with me thanks to you!”


The next morning and Y/N had sent Merlin and Giaus off to find a cure. She’d received at least 12 bunches of flowers to her quarters in the time Mordred had seen her to now and she was hoping Merlin could fix things soon. Today was her day off and she normally spent her days off with the knights but she knew today would be more awkward then normal.

“Y/N!” Gwaine yelled seeing her approaching “thank god, maybe Mordred will stop talking about how amazing you are…” The other knights laughed but Y/N just shook her head.

“I’m just here to watch, ignore me!”

“how could I possibly! You shine like a north star” Mordred’s voice rang across the field. Y/N sighed, dealing with Mordred and his love struck comments were not something she wanted to do.

The day went on as usual, apart from the odd comment from Mordred or the other knights. Y/N spent her time cleaning the blunt blades the knights used while she watched them train. She was half way through cleaning Percival’s when Merlin came running up behind her.

“Y/N I’ve done it” he said in her ear so the others around didn’t hear “there’s two antidotes; true loves kiss or knocking the person out and hoping for the best” Merlin explained quietly.

“How are we going to knock him out? We don’t know how his true love his, so that wouldn’t work.”

“They trust you with swords, hit him.” Merlin suggested. Y/N sighed again and raised from her seat on the grass.

“Arthur!” she called over to the king who was sparring with Mordred, “I want to give it a shot, against him” she said pointing her sword at Mordred. Arthur let out a laugh and bowed his head,

“As you wish, just don’t hurt yourself” he said offering her his helmet but she declined. Seeing this Mordred removed his and threw it to the ground. Standing in front of her ready he raised his sword,

“Are you going to make me fight you?” Y/N nodded with a slight smile before attacking with the blunt sword. Y/N was surprisingly good with a sword but it was to be expected with all the time she spent with the knights when she wasn’t busy. It took a few moments of intense fighting before Mordred had his back turned and Y/N hit him hard. The metal collided with his head and knocked him to the ground with a soft thud.

“Oh my-” In a panic she threw her blunt sword to the ground and went to Mordred’s aid. Within seconds they were surrounded by other knights and Merlin to check he was okay. A long few moments later Mordred opened his eyes.

“Wh-what happened?” He said sitting himself upright with everyone around him.

“I hit you, hard…” Y/N admitted with a shy smile “sorry…”

“It’s okay” he smiled rubbing his head “i’m alive,” he stood himself up with Y/N’s support in case he was slight a little wobbly.

“I need to talk to you” she whispered as he got up, he nodded at her before leaving with Merlin so Giaus could check him out.


Mordred, Merlin and Giaus were sat in Giaus’ chambers, they had spent the last hour explaining to him what had happened and how he’d treated Y/N over the pass day. He felt horrible, he cared about her but now if he tried to do anything with that she’d never believe him. It was a few minutes after they’d finished explaining when she arrived,

“Y/N…” he said quietly as she entered the room, “i’m so sorry for anything I did to you or said to you, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful…” Y/N smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know.”

so, marauders hc

that in the afterlife, james and sirius are just chilling, when peter pettigrew rocks up. 

-sirius is ready to start throwing punches, because this is the guy that destroyed the only family he ever knew

-he grabs peter by the collar, saying “i’m going to fucking kill you”

-james is standing back calmly, and points out that peter is already dead

-sirius pauses for a moment, before pushing peter away and finding lily, because she always listens to him when he talks about how much he hates peter

-james and peter both stand there awkwardly, neither knowing what to say because james is scarily stern-faced and because peter doesn’t know how to begin to apologise for everything

-eventually, peter falls to his knees, and begins to cry, sincerely, while blubbering about how scared he was, about how he felt trapped and how quickly everything fell apart around him, how guilty he felt for it all

-meanwhile, james has knelt in front of peter, puts a hand on his shoulder. he waits until peter is done, before pulling him into a hug. “once a marauder, always a marauders, pete.” 

-so everything is a bit tense at first. james and peter try to rebuild the friendship that they’d lost. 

-if james and peter are together, sirius hooks his arm through lily’s while shooting peter death glares, because sassy sirius

-two months after peter’s arrival, remus arrives, his eyes immediately searching for the marauders

-he finds sirius alone, and asks why he isn’t with james and lily

-sirius explains that peter is always with james, and that sirius is part jealous, part hurt that james forgave peter so easily

-remus, who is secretly siding with sirius, spends years gradually bringing the marauders together

-because at the end of the day, those three boys were remus’ brothers, and he doesn’t want to imagine an eternity in the afterlife where his brothers can’t stand being next to each other, let alone talking 

-flash forward years and years and years

-when harry arrives in the afterlife, he is expecting to see james and lily, maybe sirius, all waiting for him

-instead, he sees no one, and goes looking for his family, eventually finding lily, james, sirius, remus, tonks and peter, all lounging around, joking and talking about, well, everything 

-tonks suddenly looks up, and says “wotcher, harry” and before he has a chance to reply, he feels something ram into him, and suddenly can’t see

-he’s concerned for a second before realising that james is hugging him so tightly he can hardly breathe

-then lily joins in, and sirius, and remus, and tonks, and after a minute, he hears someone clear his throat

-he looks up and sees peter standing off to the side, looking unsure of whether he has a right to hug harry 

-harry gives him a small smile, and nods. “come on, wormtail. join in”, and everyone is happy and hugging, and everyone is forgiving everyone for everything

Happy anniversary, Dean and Cas!

September 18th

Cas is reading a book in the bunker’s library when Dean walks in and puts a blueberry muffin on the table in front of Cas. Confused, Cas looks up at him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s for you. I mean, I know you don’t have to eat, but I thought maybe you’ll like it. So I bought it. For you.”

Cas notices a blush rising on Dean’s cheeks and smiles. “Thank you, Dean,” he says to put Dean at ease, even though he finds himself secretly liking seeing him flustered.

“Yeah, no problem.”

After a few moments of standing awkwardly, Dean sits on a chair next to Cas. He opens his mouth like he’s about to speak, but nothing comes out, so Cas decides to give him a push.

“If you wish to speak to me about something, you know I won’t judge you, Dean.”

Dean lets out a long breath and chuckles, “Yeah, I know, I know that.” He rubs the back of his neck and speaks again, “Do you know today’s date?”

“Yes, it’s September 18th .”

“And do you know what happened on this day?” Dean asks while avoiding Cas’ eyes, staring at the muffin instead.  

“Of course I do, Dean. That was the day that changed my entire existence. You thought me so many things, Dean. I had stopped blindly following orders because of you and learned to make my own decisions. I’m very grateful that you are a part of my life”

“Eh, I think you were always a rebel deep inside you, I just steered you in a right direction,” Dean jokes, but holds his gaze, “But, um, you too. I mean, I’m happy you’re in my life too.”

Cas ducks his head and smiles. “I’m very glad to hear that. I know I’ve made many mistakes, but-“

“Hey, we all made mistakes. It doesn’t matter anymore, okay? Stop beating yourself up. I know you’re good. Sam knows you’re good. We’re not holding anything against you. You’re our family.”

Cas feels tears well up in his eyes and tries to hold them back. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Dean.

“Thank you, Dean,” he says in a quiet voice.

Dean must have noticed something was up because he brings his hand up and puts in on Cas’ cheek.

“What is it, Cas? Did I say something?” Dean leans in, their faces only inches away, and Cas longs to close the distance between them. A flutter of longing he senses from Dean tells him that maybe Dean does too.

“It’s nothing, Dean. I’m really happy I can be with you. And Sam. You two are very important to me. I care very much about you.”

As he speaks, Cas keeps his eyes locked on Dean’s, sees how Dean’s eyelashes flutter at his words. He hopes Dean understands…

“We do too. I-I care about you too, Cas. Sometimes it scares me how much,” Dean admits, murmuring the words.

Cas’ breath catches in his throat before he manages to whisper back, “You don’t have to be scared.”

“You think so, huh?” Dean asks and looks down at Cas’ lips.

Cas can feel Dean’s yearning, even now when they are so close they are sharing a breath. He puts his hand on Dean’s face and pulls him in a kiss they both craved. Dean’s surprised gasp lasts only a second before he is eagerly kissing back.

When they pull back, they are breathless, but smiling. Dean’s happiness is radiating and Cas can’t stop staring.

“I hope I haven’t stepped over the line,” Cas breaks a comfortable silence. Immediately Dean shakes his head.

“Of course not. I wanted to do that for a long time,” Dean swallows hard, “Cas, when I imagine myself happy, it’s with you and Sam by my side. And I… Is this… I mean-”

Cas cuts him off, “There is nowhere I’d rather be, Dean, than by your side. I’ll stay with you as long as you want me,” Cas says and Dean grins.

“Well, I’m in this for a long haul, so I hope you’re ready,” Dean breaths out, “Happy anniversary, Cas,” he whispers and kisses Cas again and again and again.

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[Send ‘🐱’ to give my muse a kitten or send a ‘ 🐶’ to give them a puppy]

He sleeps quite a lot during the day, taking naps to make up for restless nights spent awake if not tossing and turning in distress.
Finally in silence he lets himself doze, his watch set to wake him in an hour before nightmares can creep up on him.

And then a small weight is set on his stomach.  Four tiny feet pace as if the creature was unsure how to stand on him properly.  Initially with a furrowed brow, Mick tries to ignore it and get his rest.  It clicks moments later though.

His eyes slowly open to find a small dog awkwardly plopping itself down to sit on him rather than continue to trot in place - thankfully; for as small as it was, the pacing paws weren’t exactly comfortable.

In his peripheral vision he can see who he assumes is Asha standing nearby, he assumes expectantly, but rather than question her just yet he brings a hand up to let the puppy sniff before petting it’s head.  “Hey buddy.”

Sarumi Headcanon post-Reconciliation #346879

Imagine Yata and Fushimi standing next to each other awkwardly in front of Yata’s family house door for that first meeting after years. Then Yata breathing in heavily and holding a hand out for Fushimi to take. Then Fushimi frowning “What are you doing?” and Yata grumbling he just wants to help and also he needs the support himself. So they stare at each other for some seconds and eventually, Fushimi takes Yata’s hand, because he needs it too, the exact moment the door opens on Mrs. Yata. More staring then she just bumps into them and gives them the hug of their lifes, sobbing because she missed them so much.