I EVEN STUMBLED OVER SAYING THE YEAR HE WAS BORN TRYING TO SAVE FACE

cryingoverlance  asked:

fic idea: deaf keith but he hasn't told anybody about it because he didn't want anybody to think badly of him until he almost frEAKING KILLS EVERYPNE on a mission because he didn't hear something and he has to tell everybody. and lance is like???? what the fuck is wrong with you I'd still love you no matter what and he accidentally admits his feelings

YES!!!! Okay, here we go! I hope you like it!!
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Keith liked silence. He had to. All his life, he has only heard silence. Because that’s all he can hear. Keith was born into silence, never hearing the wind rustle through the leaves or the voices that would try to talk to him. People had always felt sorry for him and he hated it. He wasn’t weak, he just couldn’t hear. But whenever he would tell someone he was deaf, they would automatically take pity on him and give him the you’re-like-a-puppy-that’s-been-abandoned look. So that why he stopped telling people. He stuck to himself to avoid unneeded conversations, ditched the sign language (unless it was an emergency, studied how to effectively read people’s lips, and he put himself through years of speech therapy. He could fly under the radar and pass as the normal mysterious kid. Of course this caused some issues for Keith, but he got over them easily. It never put his life in danger. That was until he became a defender of the universe.
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“KEITH! KEITH LAND RED, ARE YOU NOT LISTENING?!” Lance screamed. But of course, Keith didn’t hear him. Red was currently down and Keith was flying it all manually. This wouldn’t have been a big deal, but Red had become Keith’s ears. Whenever the team would talk, Red could send the conversation right to Keith’s brain and Keith could hear what they were saying. He cried the first time it happened. But now, Red wasn’t here. So Keith didn’t hear the shouts of his team; he kept on fighting. A Galra fleet had appeared out of nowhere, and the team had only a few mere seconds to respond. So here they are now. The other Paladins heard the orders from Allura to fall back because she was preparing a wormhole. The only problem was that Red was already down at that time, so Keith didn’t hear her. While the others fell back, Keith was still fighting, so all the attention from the fleet turned to him. Keith was going down fast. “Lance, why won’t Keith respond?” Shiro shouted. “I don’t know, but I’m going to get him!” Lance sped off with Blue toward Keith and Red. Lance flew straight into Keith, knocking both their Lions toward the castle. “Lance, what the quiznak are you doing?!” “Oh so your comma DO work! Why have you’ve been ignoring us?? Did you always have to save the day?!” Lance was answered with silence. “Ugh, you’re insufferable!!” Lance continued to push them until they were both in the hangar where the others joined them. As soon as they landed, Lance’s stormed toward Keith, ripping his Blue helmet from his head. “Are you fucking crazy?! Did you not hear Allura or any of our shouts?! You could’ve gotten us all killed!” Lance shouted. Keith held up his hands. “I didn’t mean-I just couldn’t-” “Couldn’t what Keith?!” “I COULDN’T HEAR!” Lance stumbled back. “What? But your comms. They were fully functional.” Keith eyes fell to the ground. “That doesn’t matter. Without Red, I-I can’t hear anything.” The team looked at him in shock. Shiro stepped forward. “Keith…are you..” Keith suddenly looked up, tears filling his eyes and fists clenched. “Deaf? So what if I am?! Just because I can’t hear, doesn’t mean I’m weak!” Tears began to spill from his eyes. “I’m not some weak defenseless kid who needs your pity.” Lance chuckled and shook his head. He took a few steps toward Keith, gently tapping him on his cheek. Keith looked at him. “What do you want Lance?” Lance smirked and he swiftly signed “Nobody thinks you’re weak, dummy.” Keith gaped at him and his hands. Lance suddenly flushed as he hands continued to sign. “You scared me. I care about you, and if something happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.” Keith stared at him with wide eyes, face the same color as his Lion’s. Lance rubbed the back of his neck and began to ramble “Uh, one of my cousins is deaf, so I learned sign language so I could carry on a conversation with her. Keith, if you want, I can do the same thing with you so you don’t have to always talk! I can study more on sign language, since I haven’t done it in a while. Maybe you could even teach me-mmph!” Keith lips were suddenly on Lance’s. Lance could feel Keith smile, and couldn’t help but smile as well. “Oohhh, love on the battlefield!” Pidge teased. Lance and Keith pulled away as the others laughed. Lance laced his fingers through Keith’s. “Come on guys. Let’s get something to eat.”

Missed Connection (Bucky x Reader)

Requested by: @swtltlmrvlgrl
Summary: Can you do a ‘missed connection’ with Bucky? Like you talked to him on a bus or train for an hour but at the end you didn’t get his name or number? (will they meet again or not? I leave it to you haha)

A/N: Thank you for requesting this!! I’m sorry it took so long but this was so much fun to write omg <3 I hope it’s what you were looking for  and enjoy!
(also yes that’s the hogwarts express lmfao)

Word Count: 2945
Warnings: mention of family death / mention of spreading ashes kind of thing… 

Originally posted by whohehellisbucky

Originally posted by not-infires-its-inspires

Disclaimer: I don’t speak Romanian… Sorry if it’s wrong rip



iartă-mă… scuze… scuzati-ma…” 
(Pardon me… Sorry… Excuse me…)

You pushed your way through the crowded train, mumbling your apologies as you gripped your small suitcase tightly by your side.

It was mid summer and, finally having gotten some time off work, you’d flown to Romania for a few weeks.

Your mother had often spoken of her childhood in Bucharest when you were young, and when she’d passed away just over a year ago you’d decided to save up and see the places of her stories for yourself. You were now on the last few days of your trip and so far it had been an absolutely amazing journey. Bucharest was beautiful, the people were kind and as you got to know the country your mother had once called home, you quickly fell in love.

To be honest, you didn’t want to leave, but you didn’t have a choice so there you were.

To wrap up the trip you were spending your last weekend in Romania out in the countryside by a small farm called the “Cabana alb”. It was just outside the city and your mother had spent much of her summers there. It was her favourite place on the planet and where you had decided to spread her ashes.

And by “just outside the city”, you meant a two-hour train ride away.

Honestly, you hadn’t expected it to be that busy, but there you were squeezing through the crowded halls in search of an empty compartment to rest. They were, of course, all full. Until you happened across one at the back of the train.

You wrapped your knuckles softly against the glass before sliding the door open, catching the attention of it’s only occupant.

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Hell On Heels

Characters: Cas x Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean, and a bit of John

Word Count: 4443

Warnings: Sassy reader, Cas is an awkward little nugget, canon typical violence

Summary: This is part two to “Spread the Word Around– the Girl’s Back in Town”. The reader reveals a bit of her history. Meanwhile, Team Free Will, along with its newest member, set out to take on what should be a relatively easy case.  Things do not go as planned, which works to the benefit of a certain shy angel.

A/N: So this is long overdue. Sorry. It’s a bit disjointed because I started it and then stopped and worked on something else… Apologies for that. I started out with this imagine in mind, and it kinda grew from there. Italics are reader’s thoughts. Thinking of making this a series. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy! As always, thanks for reading! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

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Originally posted by godshipsit

The protesting creak of a nearby door coupled with the muted sound of feet thudding down the hallway pulled you from your midnight reverie. Making your way quietly to the open doorway of your room, you scanned the hallway for the source of the noises, your eyes landing on a retreating figure of over six feet. With an annoyed groan, you made you way closer to the hulking mass that was trying to sneak down the hall like a teenager after curfew.

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Chibs Telford - Save Me

Requested:

Imagine running away from home in Belfast to live with Samcro because you hate your father Jimmy and miss Chibs. Jimmy comes after you and Chibs helps hide you.

((Mixed two requests together for this because it worked out well!))
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Chibs was shocked to see you standing there on his doorstep. You were drenched to the bone as the California weather wasn’t the kindest today. He looked at you with wide brown eyes as you looked up at him with the saddest gaze he’d ever seen.

“[Name]? What are ye doin here?”

He asked moving to the side to allow you inside. As you entered he seen the backpack strapped to your back. Your shoes squeaked as you walked inside and out of the rain. Standing there sopping wet to the point where water dripped onto his carpet you looked up at him as he shut the door.

“I couldn’t stand it in Belfast any longer. Da has lost his damn mind.”

You told him. You were Jimmy’s daughter before Jimmy had ever gotten with Fiona. Being born several years prior by Jimmy’s first wife you were in no relation to Fiona or Kerrianne for that matter. And because of that Jimmy always kept you separated from his two girls as he always called them.

Chibs looked at you questionably and it was after hearing what you told him that he put two and two together with your story and your backpack.

“Ye ran away?”

He asked although it was obvious that you had indeed ran. You snorted and slapped your hands against your nasty wet clothes on the sides of your body.

“I’m an adult, I don’t run away, Filip, I leave.”

You corrected him. It was his turn to scoff.

“Aye, I know that. But what I meant does Jimmy know yer gone?”

His question was of course answered with nothing but silence. He looks down at you and you looked up at him and that in itself gave him his answer. Jimmy had no idea that you had left Belfast to come here. Which meant that Jimmy would sooner or later more than likely be coming after you.

“I had no where else ta go.”

You told him. He shook his head and sighed running his hand through his hair. This was only going to cause more trouble for him later, but he knew you too well and cared about your well being too much to just throw you back out into the pouring rain with nowhere else to go.

“Fine. Ye stay here fer the night and we’ll find something fer ye in the morning.”

Chibs told you, seeing the small smile slip across your lips.

“Thank ya kindly, Filip.”

The next morning came and went. You had slept on the couch in one of Chibs’s oversized shirts after forgetting you hadn’t packed anything to sleep in. And throughout the day Chibs wasn’t home much as he was suppose to be out figuring out something that could happen for your living arrangements.

But upon coming home and informing you that he couldn’t figure anything out today you were to stay another night and he’d try again tomorrow.

It had been nearly three weeks since he said he’d start looking for you and yet you were still there at his home.

The only thing he’d managed to do was get you a job working for Gemma in the office and the clubhouse. Although you quickly learned that the crows did much of the clubhouse work there was still times you needed to help clean or restock.

Much like today. As you were cleaning however you heard the door to the club house swing open and a frantic looking Chibs came storming inside and over to you.

“Fili–ah!”

“Come with me, quickly!”

He told you as he grabbed hold of your wrist and drug you back toward the dorms. You stumbled by his harsh tug but managed to stay upright ad he pulled you along with him. As he rushed you inside one of the rooms he quickly looked around the room.

“Filip what’s going – ”

“Get in here and stay quiet!”

Chibs said as he pushed you into Jax’s closet in the dorm that he was currently using. You gapsed as you were shoved to the back and thinking that Chibs had lost his mind he proved you right as he climbed inside with you quickly and closed the door.

“Fi–”

He placed his hand over your mouth as he pressed his body up against you as a signal to be quiet. You felt your face warm as the two of you stood so close to one another. You waited for what felt like an eternity wondering what was happening. And then you heard the door open and your heart stopped.

“She’s not here!”

You heard Jax arguing with someone.

“So you say, Jackson.”

You felt your heart stop as you heard your father’s voice. You looked up at Chibs with what little light there was peeping through the slanted shutters of the closet door. He put his own finger to his lips motioning for you to be quiet.

You heard footsteps getting closer as they walked around the room.

“Why in the hell would she even come here man? She’s your kid, she could be anywhere!”

Jax said obvious anger in his voice as he played the obviously angry part with Jimmy.

“Because she’s always had a thing for Filip. Said she missed him and next thing I know she’s gone.”

You glanced up at Chibs when you heard Jimmy speaking and seen Chibs was looking at you with a rather blank expression.

Hearing the footsteps growing closer you prayed to the Holy Spirit and Mother Mary that Jimmy did not open the closet door.

Hearing the footsteps stop right outside of the closet you waited and waited for the door to come flying open, but it never did. Instead the footsteps left the closet door and back across the room.

“Next room shall we?”

Jimmy asked as the door to the dorm shut closed and you heard both Jax and Jimmy leave.

Chibs removed his hand from over you mouth slowly and looked down at you. You looked at him wondering why it was he was looking at you.

“Missed me aye?”

All Was Well (1/??)

Summary: Harry and Draco struggle with life after the war. Together, things my not be easier, but they sure are more interesting.

A/N: Okay, I lied, it’s going up today. I didn’t realize that I would be able to get done with all my schoolwork as quickly as I did, so I figured I would reward myself and you guys with an early post. I’m kind of worried that they’re ooc, but if I don’t post it now, I know I never will lmao. I really hope I did the pair justice and I sincerely hope you enjoy this first part!

Pairing: Drarry

Word Count: 3014

Warnings: Angst, nightmares, slight panic


Harry thought that, after the war, everything would go back to normal. He would be able to go back to the perfect life he had envisioned with his friends, his girlfriend and his adopted family. He would be able to become an Auror and everything would be fine.

The problem with his plan was that he didn’t plan for the fallout of the war.

He didn’t expect the sheer number of people who would swarm him any time he went out. Not the people touching him or grabbing it his hair, clothes and glasses just for the chance to touch the saviour or, even better, manage to tear off a piece of his clothing.

He wasn’t counting on the number of meetings he would called on to attend or hearings and trials he would be asked to testify at. He never imagined the sheer number of people he would see put away for war crimes. He watched as Death Eaters and snatchers alike were sentenced to Azkaban with varying times to be served.

When the time came, he testified at the Malfoy’s Hearings. It was about a week after the final battle that the owl arrived inviting him to attend the trial and, if possible, testify.

Thanks to his testimony, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were pardoned with only mild probationary punishments set in place. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky.

Due to his place in Voldemort’s inner circle, regardless of turning his back in the end, he was sentenced to Azkaban for thirty five years.

Harry felt horrible when the verdict was reached, but felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that Draco and his mother were free. After the trial, Draco and Narcissa had approached him and thanked him quietly. Draco had refused to meet his eyes and Narcissa stood close to her son, her hand on his arm. Harry had nodded stiffly to them and watched them walk away to speak to Lucius before he was taken to Azkaban.

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Voicemails

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve saves voicemails from you

Warnings: injuries, some blood

My Masterlist

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

The house is dark and quiet when he gets back home. He tries to be as stealthy as he can. Toeing off his shoes and setting down keys and wallet in the foyer, he walks up the stairs and into the master bedroom. It’s been a hard, testing day and all he wants is to hear your voice. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulls out his cellphone and goes to voicemails. He clicks on the first saved one.

“Hi Steve. It’s (Y/N), but you knew that cause you have caller ID.” he chuckles quietly to himself.  “Anyways… I justed wanted to call and run some paperwork by you before I officially submit it. Not that I’m inept at doing the job or anything! I’d just like a pair of eyes to go over them, not that that’s all you are… Oh! And to thank you, I’d like to take you out to eat. You can choose the restaurant since you’re doing me this huge favor, which isn’t going to take long I promise!”. It all come out rushed as words flowed into the next and Steve barely was able to understand the words you had spewed. One of the many things he loved about you, you would talk a mile a minute when you were nervous, or excited.

“God, that sounded like a date didn’t it? I’m not asking you out or anything… Not that I wouldn’t love to go out with you!” He can hear your nervousness and the way you over analyzed the statement. “I just don’t know if you see me that way and you know what forget I said anything about liking you. God, (Y/N) shut up! Anyway, please call me when you get this message and if I haven’t scared you off.” A smile lights up his face every time he hears that message. Steve saved the voicemail a few days later, part of him had known that he would want it later on. He had called you back the minute he heard the voicemail and just as awkwardly asked you out.

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Words Hurt - *Request*

Jack imagine for @im-pandora-curious. Hope you like it!!

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Description: You’re a friend of Logan’s, and you’ve been called in to help with a diss track, since Jake dissed you in his song too. When you get to the mansion, you meet the boys of Why Don’t We, one of which you take a liking to, even more so when he hears your rapping.
Rating: PG (possibly PG-13 idk)
Word Count: 2560

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You whistle as you go up to the gate of the mansion you were told to go to. You pop your sunglasses up to the top of your head and enter through the gates. You immediately see the cars Jake had in his video and the lyrics he dissed you with flow throw your mind freshly, in his voice and everything.

‘You thought I loved you?
Think again honey.
You’re so easy to get
It’s not even funny.
Why don’t you go sleep around some more?
You’re such a fat wh***
Maybe the world will finally know
You’re bad in bed tho.’

You scowl but smile when you see Logan with his back turned. You sneak up to him then jump onto his back, making the 6'2" giant (to you, being 5'5") barely stumble.

“AYYYE THAT’S MEH GURRRL!” Logan screeches and holds up his vlog camera. “You’re gonna really regret this kid brother.”

You smirk and get off of Logan’s back, taking his camera. “And for your information, I’d never eat in bed with someone like you Jakey.”

“OOOH!” Logan starts jumping around and flailing his arms. “Burn, little brother!”

You just laugh as he takes his camera back. He leads you inside.

“This isn’t where we’re filming, btw,” he tells you. “I’m just picking some people up.” He turns to you. “Put your hood on for a sec I’ve got a dope plan.”

You follow him and put the hood of your tan-ish cropped hoodie on. You take confidence in your strides as Logan calls out for someone but stops when he sees five boys, all dressed in variations of black.

“I’m guessing you’ve heard the video,” Logan asks them.

They all nod and continue talking while you stay silent. However, once they burn Jake a few times, Logan motions for you to come out.

“Y/N, would you wish to say what Jake said about you?” He asks.

You nod and recite the lyrics:
“You thought I loved you?
Think again, honey.
You’re so easy to get
It’s not even funny.
Why don’t you sleep around some more?
You’re such a fat wh***.
Maybe the world with finally know
You’re bad in bed tho.”

The boys are silent. You take off your hood and cross your arms as you flip your hair.

“Of course, I’d could sleep with a beluga whale and it’d be the same as sleeping with Jake,” you say.

“Ha! You don’t mess with the women of the world, Jakey!” Logan tells his camera. He pauses his vlog for a moment.

“Y/N, these are the Why Don’t We boys,” Logan tells you.

You nod. “They don’t look like a Walmart One Direction.” You say in mock shock.

“It’s cause we’re not,” the blonde mutters.

“We’ve got more talent in our pinky toes than Jake does in his whole body,” the gangly brunette agrees.

You smile. “I don’t doubt it.

You guys later head to the mansion where you’ll be filming the video, the same mansion where Jake shot his video. On the way there, you talk to Jack and Daniel, mostly - the curly-haired one and the gangly one. You grow to like Jack, but, of course, you never act on those kinds of feelings. The last time you did is why you’re in this mess anyway.

"So you dated Jake?” Corbyn, the blonde, says when you’re all watching Logan film.

You roll your eyes. “For almost a year. Worst year of my life.”

Zach, the youngest and shortest, snorts. “If he treats you like that, then it’s totally understandable.”

You shrug. “Eh. There were times when I could actually see some kind of love and others when I was literally like 'cut the crap Jake’.”

“So are you single now?” Jack asks.

You nod. “Yup. No men in my life.”

“She says that’s but we all know guys eye her everywhere she goes.” Brendan comes up, and you grin.

“BENNY!” You give him a hug, then pull away and hit his shoulder.

“Men do not eye me, thanks,” you tell him.

“That’s a compliment, you know,” Brendon says as he puts an arm on your shoulder. “I am not included in those men, of course.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, cause you’re a brother to me.”

He grins. “Aw you love me.”

You sigh. “Sadly.”

Logan finishes, and Kong runs up to you. You bend down and pick him up as he licks your face. You giggle.

“I know, I know,” you say and pat his head. “I left for a bit.”

“See? Even dogs are attracted to her,” Logan says and shakes his head. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t get a date,” you say as you make faces at Kong.

“Hey, hey, save it for Jake, Y/N,” Logan says seriously.

You just chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

You put Kong down and he sits on your feet as Logan walks off to talk to someone. You sigh and stretch.

“So why were you gone?” Jack asks as the other boys go and talk to people. “You just told the dog, I guess, that you were gone.”

You run your neck. “Well, I had some family stuff going on so I headed back to Spain, which is where my parents moved to after I was born in Belgium.”

He smiles. “I knew you had just a slight accent.”

You shrug. “I try to hide it.”

“Why?” He asks.

“People made fun of me as a kid.” You frown. “Which is why I was a little skeptical about this video at first, but I want Jake to know that words hurt.”

Jack nods. “Yeah, they do.”

You both seem to be thinking about something, but you just let it go and sling an arm around his shoulder.

“So, wanna go get ice cream after this?” You ask. “Ice cream makes everything sweeter.”

Jack just laughs. “Nice pun.”

You smirk. “I try.”

You two continue talking until Logan calls the boys over. You watch them rap for a little bit until it’s your turn. You hop into the view of the camera and hold your hand out like you’re supposed to.

“Hold up, lemme show you how it’s done,” you tell the boys. You roll up your sleeves.

“Jake let’s get this straight, you basically always ruined my day. I never loved you, no, and I really didn’t like you in my flow. Weren’t you taught to respect women? I guess maybe not if you didn’t listen.

"Another thing, I never slept with you. It’d take too much to even take off my shoe. First you say I sleep around, now you’re trying to pound? Ha, funny, you really ain’t making much money.

"Lets go about this, sit down for a second while I make my first amendment. Respect me, cause I’m the one you worshipped at MY feet. Number two-” you pump your chest “-my body ain’t no one’s, and especially not yours!

"Number three - the final one for today - maybe you ain’t any work, just play. I know from experience you must work to the top, but it’s hard when you try to roast those who helped you up.

"So have a nice day, Paul-” you wave “-I’ll even pull a Logan and roast myself: okay, so I need help when I fall. Big deal! You need help just to make it real!”

You end and they cut the verse. You roll down your sleeves and dust off your clothes. The boys, however, stare at you in awe.

“How the crap did you learn to rap like that?” Corbyn asks in shock.

You blush a little. “I - uh - practice?”

Jack looks at you. “What I did was practice. Yours was epic.”

“And that’s why we got her,” Logan says proudly and high-fives you. “Nice job, Little Belle.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go to the next shoot.”

You all pile in a car and head to Logan’s place. After fooling around with Kong and Maverick, you and Jack head outside to the giant bean bags, each of you taking up one. Logan continues vlogging as you two talk.

“Yeah, I prefer baseball,” you say. “Most don’t like it, but I find it comforting. It seems much less than it actually is.”

Jack nods. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. You should come to a game with us sometime.”

You smile. “That’d be fun.”

“Have you heard the new ATL album?” You ask him. “Or, what there is of it?”

He nods. “Yeah it’s pretty dope.”

You guys continue talking until your phone vibrates. You look at it, and you eyes pop for a moment. You shoot up out of your seat.

“LOGAN PAUL!” You shout, and Jack follows your worriedly.

“WHAT?” He shouts back, then realizes you’re right next to him.

You show him your phone screen. “What…Jakey?”

You nod and he looks at you before turning his camera off. He sits down next to you, and you press the notification and type in your passcode quickly. You turn your volume all the way up and you two watch Jake’s newest video together. When it gets to the apology part, Logan’s emotions change physically. Yours, however, stay as hard as stone. You listen to his apologies to others and then it comes to you.

“This last one is one of the most important.” By now all the others boys and Brendan are huddled around you two. “Logan, yours was important as was the Logang and Why Don’t We, but this person… I should’ve never done any of what I did to her.”

Everyone’s dead silent, even Kong and Marverick.

“To Y/N, I’m deeply, deeply sorry,” Jake starts, “I know you may not believe it, but I am. I should know better; I was taught better. You’re not easy, I had to chase you for three months to get you to agree to a date. I never even slept with you, and I know that you don’t sleep around. The whole love thing…

"Like I said, this video was meant to be a joke, but putting you in it wasn’t right. You’ve never done anything to make me say any of that; I was the one that got dumped, I was the one that hurt you. You never hurt me and I shouldn’t have acted like I did.”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before he looks at the camera and puts his hands down on the table. “Therefor, I know you’re talented. I know you can blow me off of this planet with just about anything you can do, so I fully expect you to hit me hard. Words hurt, but I’m ready to get what I gave. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to put your own two cents in.”

Jake looks right at the camera, and you seem to lock eyes with him.

“I apologize to everyone for what I did, but most of all to you.”

You watch the last few seconds before your screen goes dark. Your brain barely even processes what he says before you shoot straight up and head to Maverick’s room. Once you get there, you slam the door and lock it, regretting the scene you might’ve made. Maverick squawks at you, and you sigh.

“I know, Mav, I was stupid,” you tell him. He squawks again. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you don’t need to rub it is.”

Maverick makes a move as if he’s kissing your finger that’s on the cage.

“What do I do?” You whisper to the bird, but e just squawks. You frown. “Right, I forgot you’re a bird.”

You sigh and sit against the wall, looking at the ceiling for a minute or two before you decide to leave the room. You head out and grab your wallet, phone, and keys.

“What’re you doing?” Logan asks.

I look at him. “We’re filming the second verse, right? He said to fire back, and we’re gonna fire back.”

Daniel frowns. “Y/N, are you sure?”

You scoff. “You act like I don’t know what I’m doing. I know perfectly what I’m about to do, and yes, I’m sure. Let’s go or else we won’t get this video done today.”

The others follow you as you leave, but Jack grabs your arm and looks at you before turning to Logan.

“We’re gonna take the stairs.” He takes you to the door for the staircase and you look at him in confusion.

“Look, I know you’re mad, and I understand perfectly why you’re doing what you’re doing,” Jack starts, “but maybe consider something here: Jake hurt you, I get that. He deserves this, but don’t say anything that’ll hit him personally; you’ve already done that.”

You look at Jack. “What he said was beyond personal, Jack.”

He nods. “I know. I know how it feels to love someone and then get played; it doesn’t feel good, but just think about what I said, okay? I’ve only known you for a day, but by the way Logan talked about you, I don’t want you to get hurt. Ever.”

You look at him for a moment, taking in his chocolate brown eyes and his plump lips that said all of that.

“I will.” You promise, and the two of you meet the rest of them.

You sit on the helipad as Alissa and Logan do their thing. Funny, how Logan got two of Jake’s exes, though Alissa wasn’t hit personally by the song. You sigh as you sit there, and Zach comes to sit next to you.

“Can I talk for a second?” He asks.

You nod.

“Look, I’m sure Jack didn’t mean to come on strong,” Zach says. “He worries, a lot. He’s seen his sisters go through things like this, and he himself has. He doesn’t like it when people get hurt, especially the ones he cares about.”

“Me?” You ask. “He’s only known me for a day.”

Zach nods. “Maybe, but the way Logan talked about you… he’s been wanting to meet you for forever. He knows, Y/N. He knows what’s going on, just give him a chance.”

You nod as Zach gets up and Jack comes over a few minutes later.

“Did you send him here to say that?” You ask the curly-headed boy after a moment or two of silence.

“No,” Jack replies. “Even for sixteen, that doof has some wisdom.”

You chuckle at that as you two sit there and watch Logan. It’s a nice silence; one that makes you appreciate Jack more. Maybe you were wrong about him…

“He-” You look Jack straight in the eye, and it just happens.

Your lips connect, but it’s not a bad thing. He’s…he’s actually a pretty good kisser. Your lips move against his gently, and Jack makes sure it’s soft and slow. You two continue until you hear Brendan and Logan.

“YEAH! GET IT NOODLEHEAD JACK!”

Jack pulls away for a second, looking at the two of them. “SHUT IT MOP!”

He then looks back at you, and you just giggle as he rolls his eyes, though he’s smiling. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer and the two of you share another kiss, then another - each better than the last.

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Hm… I’m thinking about making this one into a fanfic? Any comments? Anyways, hope y'all liked it! I really enjoyed it! Here ya go @im-pandora-curious!

Music Series: Big Jet Plane by Angus and Julia Stone

Sorry this one is a bit shorter than my stories usually are. Lyrically this song didn’t have a lot to work with for a Harry imagine. I love the thought behind it, that he falls in love with a girl who has never seen the world and he just wants to make her happy and show it to her. But because the lyrics are repetitive with not much versatility to them, I had to make the story a bit shorter. I still think it’s a sweet little story, though, so I hope you like it, Anon!

This is “Big Jet Plane” by Angus and Julia Stone. You can hear the song on Spotify, HERE.

I hope you are all having a beautiful day! xo

Shelli

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She said “hello mister, pleased to meet ya”

I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her

She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies

She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

“You’ve seriously never traveled…like anywhere?” Harry asked you.

“Never,” you reply, sipping your iced tea and shaking your head, as the two of you have lunch together. “I was born and raised here. Been here all of my life.”

“Not even like a weekend in Vegas or anything?” Harry asked, dumbfounded that his new girlfriend had been so secluded to one area all her life.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’ve never been anywhere?” you ask, looking at him irritatingly. “Not everyone has had the opportunity, you know.”

“But…why not?” Harry asked like a 10 year old child, innocent to what ‘real life’ was sometimes like.

“Because not all of us have lived the life you have, Harry, geez!” you respond, becoming a bit annoyed by his drilling.

“But, didn’t you ever want to?” he asked.

“Of course I have!” you say, walking to the sink to wash your dishes from your lunch, with him following behind you with his. “But it requires time and money, which are two things I rarely have. Least not at the same time.”

Harry had never had to experience life without money. His family never dealt with financial struggles that he could recall, and his obvious early stardom didn’t hurt him one bit.

“I’ve always dreamed about traveling the world,” you say, walking to the big picture window in the living room and looking out. “I’d love to see oceans, and castles, and cute little romantic cottages in the winter. But…that’s not what life has had for me so far. And I don’t need anyone’s pity, especially yours. I’m okay with my life. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact that I had my last shitty job, I would probably have never met you, right?”

Harry knows the struggles you’ve had haven’t been easy and were out of your hands. He knew you hated your job, and you weren’t looking forward to the new one you were about to start, but you were a hard worker and didn’t like depending on others to get by. It’s one of the things he respected about you.

“Listen, I just lost my job, and my new job doesn’t start for three weeks,” you sigh. “I’m going to do well to spread out the end of my savings to cover bills and rent, then I’m starting over with no vacation time for the first year of employment. This…is what life for many people is like. This is what I’ve dealt with most of my life. And it’s okay. I’m used to it. It’s made me a stronger person, I think.”

Harry grinned at you, swaddling his arms around you and holding you closely. He wanted to do something to show you how much he cared for you, show you a side of life you hadn’t experienced before.

Be my lover, my lady river

Can I take ya, take ya higher

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

“Love, open the door!” Harry yells with a smile as he beats on your door early the next morning.

You stumble out of bed, tripping over a stray shoe in the floor, and open the door, peaking at Harry with one eye squinted open…barely.

“What the hell?” you ask, blinking slowly, trying to wake up. “Harry, what’s going on?”

Harry walks in, hugging and kissing on you a moment.

“You need to pack!” Harry announces.

“What?” you ask, confused, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I said…you need to pack…whatever you need for two weeks,” Harry said with a silly smirk.

You continue to look at him, shaking your head, trying to comprehend what he was telling you.

“Move it!” Harry laughs, turning you and walking you to your bedroom, grabbing your bags from the closet. “Just throw in what you think you’ll need, and we’ll buy whatever you forget. We need to get going.”

He rushes you, tossing things into your bag for you that he’s sure you’ll need, giggling at the look still on your face.

“Will you at least tell me where we’re going?” you ask, chuckling. “Did you say two weeks?!”

“I did,” he said, tossing something else inside your bag, then going to the washroom and grabbing a few of the essentials he saw. “And we have a flight to catch, so could you pick up your pace, please?”

“Flight?” you say, nearly shouting. “Harry! What’s going on?!”

You stop and stand facing him, as he places his hands on both of your arms and looks at you excitedly.

“You have three weeks until you start your new job,” he says.

“Yeah…,” you say, nodding.

“Then for the next two weeks, I am going to take you on a little trip,” he giggles. “I’ve already planned it all out. Stayed up till early this morning arranging it, so you can’t back out, you’ll hurt my feelings. May not be able to take you to see the world, but I can surely show you a good part of this side of it!”

Your eyes become huge as he giggles, kissing you sweetly.

“Now move it! Finish packing!” Harry orders with a smile and kiss to your cheek.

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms

Gonna take ya away from harm

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms

Gonna take ya away from harm

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

let me save you (just this once)

@jilychallenge 01/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @desikauwa

Hogwarts Locations | The Shrieking Shack

im at peace with this and thats all i’ll say

my eternal love to @alrightpotter and @prongsyouignoramus

AO3


It’s a secret Hogsmeade date, their secret Hogsmeade date. It’s just the two of them, no Sirius, or Mary, or Remus or any of them. It’s a few hours alone carved out of a Saturday because exams are coming up, and castle security is getting tighter, and if they don’t take a break, they are going to break.

Lily meets James in the common room, and he takes her hand tightly, too tightly, and leads her to one of those ridiculous secret passages he and his boys have managed to weed out in the last six and a half years. The passageway is freezing, and she presses close to him, partially for the warmth, but mostly because as the days get longer and graduation gets closer she’s more and more afraid to let him go.

They emerge, shivering, in the basement of Honeydukes, and the owner, to his credit, doesn’t seem alarmed at their appearance at all. James gives him a tight smile as they pass him, clapping him familiarly on the shoulder, and then they’re out on the street with the winter sunlight to warm them.

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Very Romeo and Juliet-ish

Requested by @justamultifandomfreak

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The tension in the room felt suffocating to say the least. The usually upbeat and loud house was abnormally quiet, with the exception of forks and spoons clattering against dishes. Y/n sat next to Rafinha at the table, who had been looking down at his plate for the last ten minutes. Poor thing was trying his hardest to avoid the death glares her dad was sending his way. Her sister Clara found the entire ordeal amusing but she knew better than to make a stupid comment when the situation was so tense. Y/n gave her mother a pleading look, if anyone was going to save the night it was her.

“So, Rafa, do you mind if I call you that?” she asked politely, earning a shy smile and “no” from Rafinha, and a side-eye from her husband. At least Rafinha wasn’t the only one receiving death glares now. “How’s your family? How’s Thiago? I’ve heard wonderful things about him! Apparently he’s been having an amazing season in Munich? Oh my goodness, and the baby! How’s the baby?”

For once Y/n was grateful for her mother’s chit-chatting ways. She could feel Rafinha relax a little, with his usual big smile back in place and that alto astral of his making the three women in the room smile as well.

“His name is Gabriel,” he looked for a picture of the baby on his phone, he loved bragging about his nephew, “I try to facetime Thiago as much as I can so I don’t miss anything. Thankfully I was there when he was born so I got to spend a couple of quality days with him. I helped Thiago set up the nursery as well…..”

Rafinha got carried away every time he talked about his nephew and Y/n knew that all too well, having to listen to her boyfriend repeatedly tell her about all the toys and clothes he bought for little Gabriel. Sometimes she’d eavesdrop whenever he’d facetime his brother and nephew, and that baby voice he used with Gabriel made her heart skip a beat.

Her mother was looking at her with a little smirk plastered on her face. To any outsider that didn’t mean much, but Y/n knew she was screaming “hurry up and give me grandchildren with this man!” with her eyes. She could read her mom really well.

The mood had brightened up and everyone had forgotten about bitter Lucho, who seemed to be a bit more relaxed himself. Lucho who had been giving Rafinha absolute hell during training ever since he found out about their relationship. Lucho, who had been strictly against his daughter dating his player. Lucho, her father and his coach.

Y/n was relieved to see her two favorite men in the same room for once without some sort of soap opera developing. It seemed like every time she tried to arrange a get-together her dad would end up pissed and her boyfriend upset. She even had to assure Rafinha once that she would never leave his side even if her father didn’t approve. Very Romeo and Juliet-ish.

The situation didn’t get any better considering those two had to see each other on a daily basis at work. And even though they tried to keep it professional the tension was always palpable whenever those two were together. The staff could tell, the team knew it, and even if they didn’t Neymar made sure to make things extra awkward during training. That little shit.

But for the first time since the couple first announced their relationship Rafinha and Lucho both seemed to at least tolerate each other’s presence. At least Lucho wasn’t shooting daggers with his eyes and Rafinha wasn’t running away like a sad puppy.

But of course no family get-together is complete without a little blast from the past. I mean, what was the point of inviting Rafinha over if her mother didn’t get to embarrass her with that ridiculously big photo album.

“No way!” Rafinha’s eyes widened as he looked at one picture in particular. Y/n’s mother looked over his shoulder from behind the sofa and let out a loud obnoxious laugh. Y/n leaned in to see what the commotion was about and winced when she saw the picture her boyfriend had stumbled upon.

“Oh dear,” her mom carefully wiped her laughing tears, “we were potty training her. Everything was going great, she was a smart baby she knew what she had to do.  But this one day I notice that she’s taking a whole awful lot of time in there so I go check on her and I find this sobbing child sitting completely naked in her little toilet. So at first I’m a bit alarmed you know, maybe she injured herself and it was hard to understand what she’s saying with all that sobbing! And then, in the most exasperated voice a two year old could muster she says “mommy! My poop won’t come out!” crying at the top of her lungs with a river of tears running down her face! I obviously had to take a picture!”

To have Rafinha look at that monstrosity of a picture was one thing, but for him to know the backstory was a new low. Her entire family, Rafa included, was close to tears. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh a little herself. This was a fight she couldn’t win. And so the night continued, wine glasses were refilled, playful comments went back and forth and a second photo album was out.

“Wow, look how skinny mom was!”

“I still am!”

“Yeah… sure.”

“You were so cute what happened to you?”

“Hey, remember when you pushed me down the stairs and I hit my head with a brick wall?”

“Yeah, my murder plan clearly didn’t work.”

“Hey, who’s the little girl running around naked outside in this picture?”

“……………..”

“CLARA!”

“MOM! YOU SAID YOU BURNED THIS PICTURE!”

“Well it’s certainly burned in my memory, alright.”

“Wait, is that Y/M/N pole dancing?”

“GIVE ME THAT!”

“Wow mom, I didn’t know that side of you.”

“Hahaha! Welcome to the family bro… Rafinha…. Brofinha.”

“Please never call my boyfriend that again.”

Lucho just watched the chaos of laughter and screams that had formed in his living room. With the sisters on each side and mom leaning from behind, Rafinha seemed to fit right in. Lucho knew then that he would only make him run two extra laps instead of the usual five.

Caught in a Web

Summary: Dan was offered to join Willow Grove Academy, Britain’s most prestigious and renowned private school, on a full scholarship. All of the other students are rich, unlike Dan who comes from a modern lower class society. Things become complicated when he lies about his background to Phil Lester, the most popular and richest boy in the school.

Dan had no idea why he had accepted the offer to attend Willow Grove Academy, Britain’s most prestigious and renowned private school. It was upon his parent’s insistence really, because getting into such a high class school on a full scholarship was apparently a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So far the beginning of his first day had been intimidating and irksome. This was mostly based on the students that were attending here. They were all incredibly rich and posh, not to mention snobbish and narcissistic.

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Johnlock Fanfiction Rec List Part 1

Well, I’ve been reading lots of fanfics lately, I asked myself why not?
*Nearly all fics are bottomlock. Switchlock, at most. I am not very big fan of DFP characterization and Toplock. Uups, sorry. (Not sorry.)
*I tried to pick the ones I recently read. 
*Enjoy!

Behind Closed Curtains by twisting_vine_x
Sherlock teaches John how to dance. (Based on a certain scene from S3E02).
2.9k, General Audiences
(This is like, really angsty and cute at the same time?)

Mirrored by WhimsicalEthnographies
“Watch me, like always.”
6.7k Explicit
(This one is really hot? I love this author’s fics. Go read ‘em all.)

Back to the Start by slashcribe
Sherlock hasn’t played the violin since John’s wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.
14k Mature
(My heart. Also all of this author’s fics.)

An Acquired Taste by kinklock
At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.
25,8k Explicit
(Smol Batlock? I am in. Also all fics of our fandom mother kinklock​ <3)

Sugar Me Sweet by penumbra
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Sherlock says as he sheds his coat. A black, diaphanous shirt hangs loose on his shoulders, clings tight to his abdomen. A pair of studded, leather trousers like a second skin. They complement the curve of his plump arse and emphasize the length of his outrageously long legs. Powerful thighs. Muscular calves and…John’s not entirely sure how Sherlock got himself in them, but he’s not complaining. On the contrary. A bit distracted by the idea of him removing them, honestly. Peeling them off, and he’d have to go slow. May even need a little help.
3k Mature 
(Too hot? Hot damn. Stripperlock, but with a plot twist. By amazing anotherwellkeptsecret )

The Important Bit by Solshine
Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.
10k General Audiences
(I can’t even…)

SHERLOCK DANCE SERIES by Zoffoli (WIP)
"I like to watch you dance”, had said Moriarty. And now he has Sherlock dancing in the palm of his hand… with John as an audience. Strip dancing and power play scene. Johnlock, angst, romance. Pretty dark.
3 Works, 165k, Explicit (Though it says Mature)
(I’ll never stop promoting Zoffoli’s fics. Warning for extreme angst. Also all other fics by Zoffoli)

Qua Fota Vocant by prettysailorsoldier
Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it’s unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.
18k, Explicit
(Lots of prettysailorsoldier’s fics are among my favourites, I had to pick one. My favourite Teenlock writer.)

Keeping You Safe by Atisenia
After the end of her disastrous marriage, Joan moves back in with Sherlock and learns - quite by accident - what happened to Sherlock’s wings.
2.3k Teen
(Probably the only Femlock in this list. Angst & fluff.)

Take Your Time by TooSelin
In which Sherlock and John are finally together and desperate to have sex, but things keep getting in the way, John is going to lose his mind and Sherlock might just set someone on fire.
8k Explicit
(This is hilarious and sexy. Even I was frustrated after some point, lol.)

Kingdoms Rise by DONTBL1NK
“The name is Sherlock Holmes, and I broke in.”
15k Explicit
(In the name of not giving spoilers, I am not making further commenting. Amazing.)

To the Sticking Place by blueink3
Renowned Shakespearean actor Sherlock Holmes has finally burned all of his bridges in the theatre industry save for his constant director, Greg Lestrade. John Watson has made a name for himself in the musical theatre circuit, but age and injury are working against him. Can they reinvent themselves for an all-male Macbeth without killing one another?
122k Explicit
(Like Performance in a Leading Role, but theatre AU.)

Imaginary Pictures by crossroads
There’s a new boy in class and everybody likes him.
Not that Sherlock would care, as long as ‘John’ leaves him alone…
36k Explicit
(Sherlock’s POV. Cute and hot.)

In Nomine by Atiki
“Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh.
“John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins.
3.5k Explicit
(My precious smol son…)

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket
Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.
20k Explicit
(Pining pining pining…)

In Care Of by  quietasasleepingarmy
John writes instructions for Sherlock’s lover on how to care for him.
34k Explicit
(My feels… They are so… I am so…)

Mouth to Mouth by OssaCordis
John tastes emotions. Sherlock never cooks.
4.6k Teen
(This makes my heart warmer.)

The Scent of Home by conductor_of_light
John comes back to 221b and Sherlock’s world feels complete again. Even the flat smells right, both of their scents mixing together to make it home.
3.4k Mature
(I have thing for all scent talk.)

The Bottom Third of the Door Handle by  astudyinrose
After Pilot!John and Pilot!Sherlock leave the final crime scene in the unaired pilot of Sherlock, they go to the Chinese restaurant nearby, and… that’s pretty much all you need to know.
6.1k Explicit
(Pilotbabies in love.)

Acceptable Behaviour by  bbcatemysoul
Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.
3.4k Mature
(Sherlock is smol, and then, when wasn’t he?)

A Bit Too Familiar by  Salambo06
When Mrs. Turner’s 'married ones’ come to dinner at 221B, John must face some serious revelations about his relationship with Sherlock.
5.5k Mature
(This my dream tbh.)

A Suitable Stain by vitruvianwatson
John imagines what they must look like–the young, gorgeous university student, naked as the day he was born, draped over the well-dressed older doctor, the muscles rippling in Sherlock’s back as his slim hips roll that beautiful arse up into the air and back down again, his spine curving beneath John’s hand as he moves it to the small of Sherlock’s back to feel the movement. The hard outline of Sherlock’s cock slides back and forth across John’s body, dampening his clothes with precome, and John moves both hands down to Sherlock’s arse, squeezing and pulling him in harder.
7.6k Explicit
(All fics by vitruvianwatson. All of them. Sexy as hell, I can’t even. I have a thing for age differance and vitruvianwatson is only feeding my obsession.)

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by  Polyphony
Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.
30k Mature
(I am really into a particular scene in this. John, oh John.)

White Tulip by withoutawish
Sherlock is in love with John Watson. John Watson is in love with Mary Morstan. Sherlock likes Mary Morstan just fine. Sherlock likes drugs more. And most importantly, Sherlock doesn’t like Sherlock. String theory dictates the laws of the universe. But their story isn’t one that can be boxed up neatly, tied in a heartstring bow.
40k Explicit
(This extremely angsty though, don’t say I didn’t warn. It stole my lunch and left me under the rain.)

A Visit To The Doctor by  flawedamythyst
When Watson gets ill, Holmes goes to extraordinary lengths to get him well again. ACD/BBC crossover.
28k Teen
(READ THIS. I like how at the end Sherlock’s like “Gtfo, we’ll have sex.” Also bonus points for the incredible romance between ACD Holmes/Watson.)

The Haunting of Sherlock Holmes by  MapleleafCameo
Forced by his interfering git of a brother to the countryside to recuperate, Sherlock stumbles upon a 60 year old mystery. Captain John Watson, returning after WWII mysteriously disappeared one night. Bored, Sherlock investigates, but what if Watson didn’t disappear? What if he’s still there? Sort of a ghost story. Eventual Johnlock.
25k Explicit
(Surprisingly, not angsty at all. Ghosts.)

Grey Matters by  J_Baillier
Dr Sherlock Holmes is the hospital’s new neurosurgical star. He performs miracles with his scalpel, but his bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. The task to address the issue falls on one of the unit’s senior neuroanaesthetists, Dr John Watson.
17.5k Mature
(What can I say? I am always a slut for Hospital AU’s.)

A Different Kind of Complication by  Atisenia
When John started getting letters addressed to Sherlock Holmes, he had no idea that his life was about to change forever.
8.7k Teen
(Mike The Cupid is on duty.)

A World Ahead by Junejuly15
'If I were to kiss you now, would you let me?’ Sherlock whispered.
'Try me,’ John growled…
28k Mature
(This is a whole BBC Sherlock fix-it. We’d be crying of happiness if everything happened to be like this.)

Ink Your Name Across My Heart by  prettyvk
The metaphor is imperfect but still workable. If my long term memory is a hard drive, then my short term memory is RAM. The hard drive became read-only following the illness. New data is stored in RAM and can be used while I remain awake. Going to sleep – ‘turning off’ – wipes the RAM, returning the system to what it was prior to the illness.
58k Explicit
(This fic is so special for me. I know it’s extremely well-read by all of the fandom, but I wanted to put it in my list.)

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Game Over
That’s when you know you will lose John.
That’s when you know she will take him away from you.
305 words, General
(Angst)

Meeting Harry Watson (WIP)
Harry Watson is a psychiatrist who is an alcoholic and former drug addict.
John Watson had no intention to introduce his sister to Sherlock.
But they did meet years ago. And then they saw each other a couple times more.
(The one which Harry Watson is a doctor and ships Johnlock.)

the stranger

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!! I wanted to post something for you guys in time for the holidays, so here you go. This started out as random wintry fluff and pretty quickly turned into a (kind of) Beauty and the Beast AU. It’s not actually very Christmas-y, but there are copious amounts of snow. :)

Sterek, alive!Hales, ~4.5k words, rated T

*

At first Derek thinks there’s a teenage girl staggering around the woods on the estate, all coltish limbs and elegant fingers and delicate rose-pink lips, and his heart leaps into his throat. But then the stranger’s hood falls back to reveal a buzz cut and, when he turns around, the beginnings of an Adam’s apple.

The guy doesn’t scream when he lays eyes on Derek. Derek chooses to count that as a good sign.

“Shit, I’m hallucinating,” the guy mutters instead, and collapses in the snow.

Derek edges closer. Did he… did he just faint?

He didn’t die, because Derek can still hear a heartbeat. But he’s just lying there on his back in the snow, eyes closed, mouth open. His left ankle, visible where the leg of his pants has ridden up, is swollen and slowly turning an ugly, mottled purple. No wonder he was walking so oddly.

God, humans are fragile.

He wakes up about a minute after Derek starts bridal-carrying him towards the house. Before Derek can say anything, the guy socks him in the face, then tries to crawl away on hands and knees while Derek’s doubled over, staunching the blood with his sleeve. Little shit.

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Sizzy One Shot: Names

Prompt: Sizzy finds out their baby’s gender and chooses a name. (requested by anonymous)

“Look at the way she’s carrying,” Clary states, dismissing everyone else’s opinions. “She’s totally having another boy.”

Somehow the fact that Simon and Isabelle will be finding out the sex of their baby tomorrow morning turned into everyone at their table laying odds on whether it will be a boy or a girl.

“She’s right,” Jace chimes in. “Isabelle looks just like she did when she was pregnant with Henry and Oli.”

“I hate that nickname,” Izzy grumbles at the same time Alec says, “somebody's whipped,” with a laugh.

“Not whipped, just smart,” Jace corrects.

Clary rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Magnus interjects, staring at Isabelle’s stomach like he’s got x-ray vision. “Izzy was a lot sicker this time. Maybe that means she’s having a girl.”

“I’m sitting right here,” Isabelle grouses.

“You’re just saying that because you want Izzy to have a girl so you can play dress up with her,” Alec teases.

“I am not,” Magnus says petulantly, flinging an ice cube at him.

“Okay, I’ve got Jace and Clary down for a boy,” Alec chimes. “And myself and Magnus down for a girl. Anybody else wants in on this, tell me now.”

“Are we going to get a piece of the winnings?” Simon inquires. “I think we should considering it’s our baby.”

“Of course not,” Jace laughs.

“You all suck,” Izzy grumps.

“Maybe, but at least you’re not nervous about your doctors appointment now,” Alec points out.

“You know, this all depends on whether or not Simon and I decide to find out. And really, I think I can wait until the baby is born,” Isabelle says haughtily, rising to her feet. “What about you, Simon?”

“We found out with the boys, but it might be nice to be surprised this time around,” he says with an even tone, rising to his feet as well.

Isabelle can barely contain her laughter at the shouts of dismay that follow them out of the restaurant. “I think we should tell them the doctor couldn’t tell whether it’s a boy or girl. At least for a few weeks. Make them squirm.”

“Works for me,” he says, a grin splitting his face.

The morning of Isabelle’s ultrasound, she’s in knots. She knows it’s honorable and everything to say that she just wants a healthy baby, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping for a girl; and she knows Simon is too.

She’s learning to stop pretending to think something just because it’s right. Sometimes real is better than right, and what’s real is that she wants a girl so bad she hasn’t even considered boy names.

“So what do you think?” Simon asks, handing Isabelle a glass of orange juice along with her vitamins as she scurries around the kitchen, running late as usual. Oliver is at school, but Henry is coming with them to the appointment.

“I think it’s a girl,” she stumbles over the words, carefully disconnecting herself enough to form a protective barrier just in case.

She wants Oliver and Henry to have a sister, to have the bond that she and Alec have. She wants to be able to say, “my daughter,” to reuse the baby clothes her mother saved from when Isabelle was a baby – girl clothes that had sat unused for years as Alec and Isabelle both had only boys. She wants to read books about princesses under rosebud sheets. She wants to see Simon trying to do her hair and failing, hilariously, endearingly.

“You think we’ll get lucky?” Simon smiles. “Can you imagine? A girl to go with our two boys. How good can we get it?” Izzy can tell that he too is being cautious to hope for something so silly – so shallow. “It doesn’t matter,” he adds. “We’re lucky either way.” And with that he kisses her, buckles Henry into his car seat, and they’re off to the doctor’s office.

Twenty minutes later, Isabelle holds her breath with Henry by her side, snuggled up next to her on the ultrasound table just like he always is, as the three of them wait for the doctor to arrive. “I can’t believe it’s been a month since the last time we were here,” Simon says.

“Nervous?” Izzy asks.

“A little. You?”

“Always.”

“Why? You said you were feeling better,” Simon says, confused.

“I know. I’m just always nervous; scared they’re going to find something wrong even if I do feel fine.”

“It’s my job to worry,” Simon says, extending his hand to her.

She doesn’t let go even when the doctor enters the room. They do the usual 20 Questions before she asks if they’d like to find out the sex of the baby.

“Yes,” they answer in unison, and then both smile.

“Okay, you know the drill.” When the doctor starts running the plastic wand of the machine over the bump growing between her hips, Simon forgets to breathe. He thinks Isabelle does too.

Slowly, the baby inside her takes shape on the screen. “Well here’s a surprise,” the doctor says. “You’re having a girl this time.”

Clouds part, angels sing, Heaven opens its doors.

“Really?” Izzy chokes, a sob already working its way up her throat.

“Really,” the doctor confirms, smiling. “Congratulations.”

She should probably wait for the doctor to wipe the jelly off her, but she doesn’t care, just pulls Simon down to her, crushing him against her so she can kiss him.

“I can’t believe it,” he babbles disbelievingly between kisses. “We’re having a girl.”

“You’re getting a little sister,” Isabelle tells Henry, smiling so wide she can barely get the words out.

“Rose,” Simon suggests.

Isabelle crinkles her nose and immediately shoots it down. “That’s so traditional.”

“What? Oliver John and Henry William are the most traditional names we could have picked. What do we suddenly have against tradition?” Simon gapes.

Isabelle sighs, running her fingers through her hair. “This is hard. It wasn’t this hard with the boys. Was it?” She frowns at him.

“No. Oliver was the first name I suggested and you were sold. And we had Henry picked out before you even got pregnant with him.” They both smile fondly at the memory.

“She’s going to be here in a month and she still doesn’t have a name,” Izzy says then, panicked.

They spend the next hour trying to decide, but they come up empty handed.

However, a week later, Simon comes home from a mission and walks into the playroom where Izzy is coloring on the chalkboard table with Oliver and Henry and she smiles up at him and says, “Scarlett.” And he knows, just like she does, that that is their daughter’s name.

Something unravels in him, with Izzy smiling at him, looking so happy, so beautiful. Simon doesn’t even bother changing out of his gear, just tosses his jacket aside and squeezes into the corner of the couch next to Isabelle.

She doesn’t stop playing with their boys, but when Simon’s hand slides across her middle where her clothes are taut against her skin, her free hand covers his. Scarlett, is all he can think. Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett. The last piece of their family that has been missing for so long. Scarlett. Their girl. It’s not like she never existed until now, but rather, it’s like she’s finally coming home.

When Isabelle sends the boys to the bathroom to wash their chalky hands before dinner, Simon cups her jaw and tilts her lips to his and kisses her slowly and deeply and for a long time. Izzy sniffles and rests her forehead against his as tears glitter on her lashes. “I love you.” The words sound the same as they did when she said ‘I do,’ ten years ago.

“I love you too. Both of you,” Simon says solemnly, like a promise. “All of you.”

Her full name, they decide, will be Scarlett Rose. Isabelle thinks again, that sometimes, what’s real is better than what’s right. And what’s real is that they love traditional names.

Simon isn’t really able to stop touching her after that. Even on nights when they’re both so tired from missions that they can barely stand, he still curls around her like a question mark, his hand constantly seeking out where their daughter is growing, safe and loved.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Send me your prompts! :)

Life is not a Disney movie (Part 5)

Calum POV’s

from the moment i saw her being pinned by the hands against that wall, i knew something was not right. i ran over to her along with John, and we pushed that tall guy away from her.

She looked scared and harmless. i wait for her to say something as John yelled at that other guy, but she does not even look at us, she just ran away, with no shoes on.

She is way to fast, and when i pick up the pair of heels of the floor she is already off my sight. i run after her, probing my luck trying to figure out where the hell is she going. every step i take is approximately 40 steps far from her, but i’ve never been a runner so i am trying too hard. 

i follow her around the blocks of the desolated New York streets, calling her name so maybe she’ll stop running at some point and come to me, but i doubt that. at some point i just lost her, i can’t see her anywhere so i stop. 

it’s not that hard to find her, i just follow the sound of a feminine cry across the empty street. i walk there, the sobs are closer and closer everytime i took another step forward. i end up back in the hotel and i know exactly where she is, so i took the elevator and go to the highest point of the building. 

i shook when i finally see her, crying her eyes out, and sitting on the very edge of the building, one leg hanging on the edge and the other one still on the ground. waiting for the right moment to just end with her life.

“(Y/n) what are you doing?” i ask, slowing my pace, not wanting to make any stupid move. 

“Go away!” she yells still sobbing “Leave me alone! I don’t want you here! Leave me Alone!” 

i don’t know what to do, i walk slowly towards her, trying to be as gentle as possible and make her see that i am not trying to do anything bad. 

“Get down” i say softly to her “i know this sucks but this is not the way to solve things”

she shooks her head, and sits on the concrete balcony. “You don’t understand, no one does! i can’t do this anymore” she sobs, the make up clearly running down her face, looking completely heartbroken. “i wanna die so bad” she cries. 

she can’t be serious. she can’t. 

“You are not serious” i say getting closer and closer to her “Think a little (Y/n), you don’t really want this, what about your family, your friends?. don’t throw that away over some asshole”

she lets out a dry laugh and look at me with watery eyes “My family hates me, and i am sure my two friends would be better without me” she says while her voice cracks.

she looks down, and the wind push her hair back softly, she murmurs something to herself and chuckles a bit by her own words, and that’s when i know how wasted she actually is. She gives herself a bit of a push but her legs don’t let her move from her place, and before she could do it again i catch her in my arm, lifting her up so easily, ignoring her cries. she smells a lot like whisky and vodka. 

“YOU JERK! LET ME GO!” she yells loudly, hitting my chest hard “IT’S YOUR FAULT, IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT, you… you…” her voice fades, and her eyes blank. out of the blue, she pass out. 

what do i do?


6:00 a.m.

i was still awake, watching her peacefully sleeping in my bed. after this long night, i was barely able to sleep after what happened, after watching her trying to jump off a building, pass out and then managing a way to carry her onto the elevator and to my room without anyone noticing i was carrying an unconscious girl around a hotel, i needed to clear my mind and figure it out what to do, and solve this entire situation. 

by just watching her, so young, so innocent. i felt bad. and that was not the right word to express how was i actually feeling. she just wanted to have one good night, and it turned out by some asshole just wanting her body. 

this world is fucked up.

i take a cigarette from the night stand and the lighter and by the big window close to the bed, and light my cigarette. no long before i take my first drag, she start moving on her place, slowly waking up  by the natural light on the room. 

i blow the smoke on the window beside me, and take another quick drag before hearing a little voice talking. 

“Smoking kills” she says softly, trying to open her eyes but failing.

i want to smile. smile because it’s a relive that she is finally awake, and knowing that she is finally able to explain everything. 

“Yeah, whatever” i say breathing out the smoke on my lungs. 

i figure that she only knew someone was smoking in the room because of the smell, the moment she heard my voice she flinched, and opened her eyes wide, retracting her decision right away. she looks down the covers, probably checking if she had her clothe on, but her eyes wide once again once when she notice that what she’s wearing is not her dress, is one of my shirts.

“W-what am i doing here? why am i wearing you clothe? and why is my wrist purple?” she rushes asking questions. “ow” she says holding her head, hungover was obliviously hitting her.

oh shit. 

“What?” i frown, throw my cigarette away and walking over to her. 

Her wrist was actually very bruised and in a very lilac color. “That son of a bitch” i whisper/exclaim. “Look this is a very long story, but you have a lot to explain too” i say sitting by her side. 

she looks at me like if i was crazy, she tries and sits up, looking very confused and disappointed. “I don’t understand” she mumbles, shaking her head “I don’t remember anything” 

i sigh, he must got her very drunk last night, i could smell the alcohol on her since the moment i catched her in my arms, but there was something else on her, no one passes out that easily after being drunk.

“That guy you were with” i start, looking away from her “he was being a douchebag, he tried to force you, and well me and John separated him from you” i explain, shortly looking at her reaction “you ran back to the hotel, went straight to the rooftop and.. well”  i try, but stumble with my words “you wanted to kill yourself. basically” 

she sighs hardly, her eyes were already watering everytime i say something else. 

“i caught you, but you were so close to do it” i shook “it was insane, you’re lucky i ran after you”

she is shaking her head repetitively “no no no no” she says on and on and on, until she finally breaks and starts crying. “Asshole” she cries hard, covering her head with her hands “Why did you stop me?” 

i flinch and back up from her, she can’t be serious, how can she say that? 

“And i am an asshole for not letting you die?” i force myself to hold my madness and not yell at her. “you were drunk and possibly drugged, i am so sorry for being a rational person, and letting an 18 year old jump off a building while being drunk”

“it sounds better than living like this” she sobs, wiping her tears with the white covers “Everything i do fails, why am i like this?” she cries even more, taking her legs up to her chest and hugging them and hiding her face of the world. 

“Don’t say that” i sigh. 

“It’s true!” she exclaims “i want something to be like i want, just for once” she whispers. 

i don’t know what she means, but i want to ask, i want to know why is she feeling so vulnerable to the world. 

“I don’t think you deserve to die just because you had a bad date” i say, but to my luck she cries even harder, and raise her head from her legs, looking at me with her swollen eyes. 

“You know nothing about me” she says with anger, wiping her tears. 

i nod, and turn around, so know we were face to face, and i was ready to make my questions “And because i was the one who saved your life” i start “i want an explanation of why do you want to die so bad” i shrug “i think it’s fair enough” 

she sighs hardly and nods accepting my petition, so now i am all ears to what she has to say “it’s fair enough” she sighs, and wipe her tears away. 


My mother was just 23 years old when she got pregnant of Lewis, my brother, she was so in love with his father, she loved everything about him and my grandma said that he made her be a better person everyday and she never seemed so happy. but when Lewis was 2, he got hit my a drunk driver and died. 

My mother was devastated when he died, and she changed a lot, but not for Lewis, even if she changed, he would always be his sweetheart. 

She didn’t took long before recovering from her lost. she got a new boyfriend, and she claimed she loved him to death, and that man happens to be my father. they got married, and moved in together.  When my mother got pregnant, my father was just starting to work for the criminology apartment in New York, and because of him being new at it, he barely had money to hold a three year old baby and his wife, so my mom hid her pregnancy to him, so he wouldn’t felt pressured about the situation or even worse. But news flash! even when she said she loved him, she still cheated on him various times, hid everything until he found out, she revealed her pregnancy to him, when she was 5 months long, but he got even more mad, packet all of his things, moved to San Francisco and left her anyways.

So when i was born, she considered me like the reason of her problems. Even if i was just a baby, she didn’t love me. she never did. 

i was mostly raised by my grand parents and nanny, my mom started to work at a company when i was one year old or so, and she barely spend any time with me. When i was 6 my grand mother passed away, and my grand father interned himself on a nursing home, because he was so old, he couldn’t take care of himself. 

so Until i was 12, my nanny raised me. but i don’t remember a single time where my mother showed a single sign of affection to me. i tried everything, when i got involved into music, i started playing the piano, and i would call her everytime so she would listen to new things that i learned but she never cared. she would yell at me for being stupid, she wouldn’t let me play any kind of instrument while she was home because apparently i was so annoying. 

My brother didn’t help much either, in school thanks to him i had the worst reputation, and he basically took the charge of making me feel like a useless piece of shit on everything i did. 

My Dad is a completely different story. He is the only person in my family that i feel that does love me, like a father loves a daughter, but even if he does, he never let me spend more than a vacation with him. All of this time, i begged him to let me move with him, but he always said no.  he is a good man tho. he managed to made a new life, and now he’s  living with a new wife and kids back in California. 

When i was 14, John moved to the neighborhood, and i remember when the big moving truck came to the house in front of mine. they took a big beautiful piano out of there, and i couldn’t resist, it was there, sitting alone in the porch, and i just went ahead and started playing, even though it was not mine. but he didn’t mind. he is the best person i had ever met, he was like a mentor to me. 

a year after that i met Jess, she was my first truest friend, and since today she is still my best friend. i started writing music, and learned to play the guitar, and violin. but after all of that time writing and John mentoring me, he moved back to California. 

Since i met Jess and John it seemed like my life was finally going to get better, but my Mom fired my nanny, and start getting worse and worse, hitting me, yelling at me for every single thing, my brother got to the point where he would just do horrible things to me, just for fun. And i told John.

So after three more years, after living that nightmare, he finally gave me the job, as soon as i turned 18 and here i am. 


“She never noticed when i started having depression problems” she continuous “She looked so happy when i left”

She lets out a whine of true pain after finishing her little story, and covering her face with her hands, she mumbles quiet ‘sorry’s to me. she wipe her tears again, and with a little voice she mumbles : “All i want is a little love” she says completely broken “Is that too much to ask for?”  

i want to say something, i really want to, but her story has me shooked. i want to listen to every little thing she has to say before i can say something. 

“I want to feel how is being in a relationship” she says like she was daydreaming “Someone how looks over my flaws, and truly likes me as i am, someone how doesn’t pity for me, someone who can show me what love is” she sobs  

“i thought Jerry might be the exception, you know?” she speaks again. “at some point i thought you were too” she lets out a humorless laugh. “But, i guess everything is true then, No one would like to date a girl full of problems, who is not pretty, and it’s way freaky for anyone” 

i shook “That’s not true” i say, trying to help the situation a bit. 

“bullshit” she says looking at me with anger “That’s all you have shown me for the last week” she shooks her head, and gets out of bed “I have to go” 

i get up as fast as i can, trying to stop her. “Hey don’t” i say. she spots her purse, and dress around the room and take them, walking on the opposite direction everytime i try to stop her. “Don’t go” i tell her, standing in front of the hotel room door, blocking her way.

“Please” she says almost begging me, starring at me with her big green eyes, that were way to watery and swollen. “I won’t do anything stupid if that makes you feel better” 

she looks down, looking more vulnerable than ever, after opening up to me like that, all i can do is let her do what she wants. 

I nod and open the door so she can go. “I’m sorry” i say. but i want her to know the real meaning. i am sorry for everything. for humiliating her, for threatening her, gosh, i am sorry for being such a selfish idiot. 

She doesn’t say anything. Broken. she takes her dignity and just walks away. 

From me. 

rusame pottertalia fic

okay, so, this fic is based off of this amazing drawing
i adored it so much that i had to write for it
it was exhausting and nowhere near as easy as i thought it would be but it was fun!

enjoy!
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          Alfred was very excited for the Triwizard Tournament. It was his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was determined to go out with a bang.

          He was going to woo a Beauxbaton witch.

          Alfred admired the girls of Beauxbaton’s Academy of Magic for their grace, poise, and beauty - and so did many of the boys at Hogwarts. He’d get down on his knees and beg one of them to give him the time of day (that is, if he didn’t have at least his own body weight in pride). They were all so lovely, so confident, so French.

          Yes, he was sure he could find at least one.

          Then he showed up, with his army of huge lumberjacks with their fur coats and their accents.

          He soon learned that, not only had Beauxbaton’s Academy been invited to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but so had the notorious Durmstrang’s Institute.

          Alfred wasn’t positive of the location of the institute, but when the burly, fur-covered men came marching into the Great Hall, sparks at their feet and fire in their breath, he determined it was nowhere he could possibly want to be - nowhere like France.

          He was certainly not from France. 

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Hurricane Regina

A very, very belated “YOU MADE IT ANOTHER THIRTY DAYS WITHOUT SMOKING HOW AWESOME ARE YOU” fic for lillie-grey

Missing year Snow Queen with a touch of Outlaw Queen. In which Snow and Regina bicker like five year olds and Robin heeds a warning for once. 


She’s flying (she is), the wind whisking her unbound hair away from her face as the storm front barrels onto the castle grounds like so many thundering steeds.

Come, Josephine, in my flying machine,” Regina sings from her balcony, flinging her arms out to embrace her beautiful storm. Lightning waltzes toward the castle from the line of the horizon, the thunder’s rumble echoes in her bones, and she brims with magic; why shouldn’t she call the thick waves of rain to the palace for everyone to enjoy?

“Enjoy, peasants!”

There’s something not right here; sanity worries the fevered edges of her mind like a child fretting with the tassels of a tapestry. Desperate to calm the manic sparking of her neurons, stem the wild rush of magic begging to gush from her fingertips, the quiet part of her mind rails against the sickness invading her body, identifies it, even, but is powerless to stop its course.

And so, the storm.

Strong arms cinch around her waist, yanking her away from the railing. Charming. He smells of good deeds and aftershave, even in this pestilence infested world without cologne. What right does he have to invade her personal chambers and manhandle her in this manner? None, that’s what. She kicks off the railing in an attempt to upset his balance and loosen his grip, but he stumbles and then tightens his hold on her as he regains his footing.

“Release me, or so help me god your child will be born with a monkey’s tail,” she says, pushing down on his forearms with both her hands to little effect.

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Shatter - Clint Barton x Reader

Originally posted by daerysa

Words: 1346
Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader (platonic but this is ACTION PACKED)
Featuring: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Vision
Warnings: mentions of death and killing
Requested by @silverwingedfox
Can I get an imagine for Hawkeye/Clint Barton? Only idea I have is that the reader (who i prefer be a girl but gender neutral is fine) is a super powerful mutant with control over sound waves, if she concentrates enough she can shatter someone’s insides by the sounds of their own heartbeat. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone so she’s always on the run and maybe he saves her and fluff? Thanks
Author’s Note: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE OML

Masterlist. Request List.


Clint was beyond bored. He was walking around the facility with nothing to do. Natasha was on a mission, Wanda was training, and he didn’t feel any need to practice. He never misses.

He found himself walking into the common room where Tony, Steve, and Vision had a screen open with a video playing. He stopped and watched.

The video had a person wearing a hoodie hiding their face as they walked through a little town. They looked around like they knew they were being watched, or, they were just scared.

Clint walked closer. “Who is that?” He asked.

All three heads turned to him, and Steve looked back at the screen. “We don’t really know.” He started. “They’ve popped up on our radar three times in the last month, though.”

“There’s a report that we may think comes from them,” Tony added.

“And? What does it say?” Clint asked.

“A twenty-six-year-old male was found dead in the middle of a forest. Bones, muscles, everything but their heart: shattered.” Vision spoke like he was the news reporter.

“There were no fingerprints, but a strand of hair was found near the body. The DNA matched with no one, and when we scan this face, they aren’t in the system.” Tony continued.

“It’s like they don’t even exist,” Steve sighed.

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Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Title: I Think…
Pairing: Oturi
Word Count: About 1200
Summary: Some teasing, some wrestling, some drunken confessions, some sober ones.
A/N: For one of my favorite people on the planet. Happy birthday, @limitlessmonster. I still maintain that Oturi is the purrfect, pure ship and I might’ve watched The Man From Uncle when I was supposed to be working and was inspired by a scene. :D I hope your day is everything you want it to be and more. You deserve only the best. Ly, asshat. Happy Born Day!

On A03.

“Drinks?" 

Otabek glances up as Yuri plops down on the couch to his right, throwing his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. When he notices Otabek’s reprimanding frown he sighs and lets them slide to the floor. It is a hotel room, after all. Not his coffee table. 

"No, thank you,” Otabek replies, nodding his acknowledgment of the gesture. 

“Hah?” Yuri twists off the cap to the bottle of vodka and generously fills his glass and the one beside it. “Come on. Don’t tell me you’re gonna shit out on me cause of the competition." 

"That’s exactly what I’m doing." 

"Tch,” Yuri downs his glass in a single gulp and reaches for the bottle to pour another. 

“You are a lightweight." 

"I’m Russian." 

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To Live Without Fear

A follow-up of To Live Without Regret: Cullen takes King Alistair’s advice about confessing to the Inquisitor but the royal couple only ends up getting in the way. (2298 words)
Elia Cousland and Ava Trevelyan belong to therealmcgee


Cullen glared at the small table he’d set up in his office. Pastries, chocolate, wine, flowers, candlelight. His cheeks burn and his stomach twisted in anticipation. Would Ava even like all of this? His sisters had seemed to enjoy these kinds of gifts when he was growing up and the salesman in Val Royeaux had guaranteed any woman would appreciate such things but staring at it now…

This whole thing was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Wiping, the sweat from his palms against the front of his trousers, he wondered if he could hide the sappy mess before she arrived. Taking out one of the drawers from his desk, he picked up the tray of chocolates to dump them inside when a knock came at the door.

“Just a moment!” Cullen cursed softly, tripping over a stack of books as he hurried to return everything to normal. He rushed to the door and cleared his throat. He did a quick once over of himself: hair slicked back, a formal shirt tucked into his cut trousers, nice breath.

“I’m so glad you could—” His grin fell to a muted glare when he saw the man on the other side. Bowing his head in an attempt to hide the hostility in his eyes, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Your Majesty.”

“Majesties, actually,” Alistair said and Cullen glanced up to see a woman at his side, half-cloaked in shadow. “This is my wife, Elia. You remember me telling you about her earlier, don’t you? Elia Cousland. Defeater of the fifth Blight. Queen. Indestructible Goddess. Did I mention she’s my wife?” He chuckled when the woman nudged him in the side before pressing his lips to her cheek.

“Your Majesties,” Cullen corrected in a mumble, doing his best to give the woman a proper bow. He stared past their shoulders. Had Ava changed her mind? The knots in his stomach tightened at the thought. “Is there something I can do for—”

“Wasn’t your hair curly before?” Elia asked.

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