oh yeah another trailer for ‘clara’ came out..

been reading a lot of klance fics lately so i thought i’d share it w you guys!! here’s 14 of them and definitely my favorites. comes with the title (duh), description, a review by yours truly, and link to the fic. the writers of said fics also have some gorg other masterpieces so be sure to check those out!

1. ) Smile for the Stars by maIikcutie


Though he’s been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn’t sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company.
The universe is cruel.


amazing a+++ fic but i strongly advise not to read this unless you are willing to live the rest of your life broken hearted and Sad. i promise ur heart will be wrecked but in the best way possible!!! a buncha artists on tumblr made art for this so be sure to check those out & also there’s a epilogue-ish thing for this that dulls the pain a lil less and its called The Stars Smile Back in case yall were interested

2. ) Dirty Laundry by Gibslythe


“Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?”
Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right?
“Alright, it’s a deal.”
Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’s ‘fake boyfriend’.


if u love slow burn then BOY ur gonna love this !!!! mama lance is so warm i luv her !!! fake dating aka one of my fav tropes so 11/10 and i just rly love this ok im in tears

3. ) call me, beep me by safra


(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes couldvery easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck??
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake!
where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there


i love through-chat fics therefore i am so in love with this!!!!!! your everyday "wrong number” trope but so so so much better!!! cute and happy

4. ) Seasons by fairietailed


“Do you think we’ll be together, still, by the time we make it home?”
Lance is quiet for a moment, thinking. Then he says, “That depends. Do you plan on going somewhere?”
Keith laughs, threading his fingers through Lance’s hair.
“No, I suppose I don’t.”


their relationship is just SO PURE AND SOFT and so well written i’m in luuuv but the open ending will shatter and will most likely rip u apart

5. )  Don’t Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend


Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet idiot continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith.
aka the phone sex operator fic no one asked for


this is soooooooooo cute and adorable and wow i luv ittttt!!! made me smile so hard it hurts

6. ) He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus


In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.


oh my god the buildup may be slow but i promise it’s worth it like everything just falls perfectly into place !!! and its so adorable and creative and just wow not ur usual klance fanfic and that just makes it 1000x better and also,,, dragons !!

7. ) Bonding Time by magisterpavus


“Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands.
Shiro paused mid-punch, shooting him a quizzical look. “What? What happened?”
“I think,” Keith whispered, “I think I accidentally roofied Lance. With my dick.”


galra keith will always and forever be my fav au so this is a definite fav for me !!! i love the other 3 sequels it comes w too!! and nsfw content too dont even lie ik u guys are thirsty for that

8 .) Just Static by Jessadilla


-iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—-
–I’m sorry guys. This is all my–
—I found my coordinates. They’re–
-guys. I hear something—
-end transmission-
Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?


this fic got me sad and crying in the middle of the night )’: wont leave u too sad tho the ending is pretty nice

9. ) What a Healing Pod Can’t Repair by Remember_Me


The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be.

Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn’t be coming for a very long time.


no words. literally no words. this was so painful and just wow the buildup will shatter u i swear )’: also poor bb lance i sob. comes with cool-looking art which makes it a whole lot better

10. ) Seen: 5:29 by SpeedOfSins


AU where Keith is some important guy who has a business suit, and lance is a good housewife. (tha ts a lie, i honestly dont have a summary but this fic hurts, i have been told by at least 3 people)
Written in text format


will wreck u, beware!! may be short but enough to bring u to tears honestly

11. ) On Thin Ice by Minadora


Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity. This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.
Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.


the description says it all !!!!! a fic beloved by the vld fandom and gosh whats not to love honestly???? also the whole gang is so happy !!! (sidenote: this is unfinished and its killing me)

12. ) I bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru


“So like in 'Step Up’?” Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.” The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.
Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.
Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.


if u love step up ur gonna LOVE this !!!! i love it so so so so much can i just say and wow keith is so hot ffs

13. ) thunderstruck by xShieru


Lance doesn’t pine for anyone ever, Keith’s never been to a dance, Hunk tries his best to be supportive, Shiro is very done, and Pidge steals a car.But hey, it could’ve been worse.


space prom!!!!!!! and cute pining gays!! whats not to love about that?

14. ) In English, Please


Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.


two words - too. cute. i can’t even with this fic

Bad Boy
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *nursing a cut above Sherlock's eye* I can't believe she actually punched you.
  • Sherlock: *winced* People don't like it when their affair is exposed to their entire family, even if the murderer was caught. Lesson learned.
  • Molly: *smirks* You were showing off.
  • Sherlock: A bit.
  • Molly: *smoothes his hair aside* There. Good as new. Try not to entice anymore guilty widows to punch you, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's me, Molly.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Still... *ruffles his hair; thoughtful* looks hot, though. I always did like a bad boy *giggles; leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow*
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *reading on her sofa*
  • -knocking-
  • Molly: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *gently prodding his black eye; wincing* Didn't work...
  • Molly: *arms folded* Another widow.
  • Sherlock: An old lady. Someone tried to mug her *shrugs* I stepped in.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* Oh...
  • Sherlock: *gestures* May I...
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Sorry, yes. Right *pulls him inside* err, sit down. I-I'll just... *hurries to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *smirks*

Do you ever just read your own writing and

Honestly, all this pain comes back to one thing every time: we wouldn’t be constantly put through the wringer if Elizabeth and Iain weren’t arguably the best actors on this show. They are incredible and I love them to death and will forever shout for them to continue getting this much screen time, but at what cost. I feel guilty every time I say “this isn’t what I signed up for” after a strong emotional Fitzsimmons scene because deep down I know that is is also exactly what I signed up for haha

Falling down is the easiest thing in the world. After the first few times, it barely hurts at all. 

No, the hard part is always, always, always to start again.

Day 3 of @athenastudying’s October study challenge: Handwritten! ❄️  This sparkly glitter washi tape is honestly the cutest thing and it makes endocrinology less painful 😓   It’s so cold here even though its moving in to spring and summer!

Listening to Buzzcut Season by Lorde ❄️🌨
'Outlander' Season 3 Teaser Leaks Online: A Deep-Dive Analysis
The show is set to return in September

“I have lied, killed and broken trust, but when I stand before God I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest…”

With that one simple but oh-so-passionate line of dialogue, the ongoing Droughtlander became a little less painful Sunday after Starz dropped its first official tease for season 3 of Outlander that was almost immediately leaked online for all those non-Starz subscribers. So much for trying to get folks to tune into the premiere of The White Princess on the west coast!

Was the teaser effective? You bet. Anytime you have a man saying, “Lord, you gave me a rare woman,” you’re going to have the female fans swooning. But there was so much more to whet our appetites, Sassenachs, which is why I’ve decided to take a deep dive into the teaser — because it may be all we’ll get for quite some time. (Can September seem ANY further away?)

How is it possible that one look from Claire can convey anguish, longing, and the sobering realization that she may never see her beloved Jamie (Sam Heughan) ever again? Caitriona Balfe does it magnificently, as she prepares to return through the stones at Craigh na Dun to resume her old life with first husband Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) in the 20th century.

Hey, this moment should look familiar to EW Readers! In our exclusive first look cover from September, executive producer Ronald D. Moore talks about his plan to re-enact the Battle of Culloden in the opening episode. Our issue also included a first look of Claire walking through the battlefield during an eerie dream sequence. “It just felt like for the TV show, we’ve been promising this for a while and it just felt like we should have something,” Moore told EW of the conflict that was first teased in the season 2 finale between the French-backed highlanders and the British army. “We should give the audience some sense of what happened on that moor.”

Someone’s looking pretty good for her age here! I’ve got a little scoop for you, Outlander fans: Don’t expect Claire or Jamie to look like they’ve aged much in season 3, even though 20 years will have gone by since the lovers last saw each other. “I think they really wanted to not have us change too much,” Balfe tells me exclusively while shooting in South Africa. “The aging has been really subtle. There’s a bit of weathering and stuff that we’ve done, but it’s been very subtle.”

Oh, Sophie Skelton! So great to see you reprise the role of Brianna, Claire and Jamie’s daughter, at the start of season 3. But I fear her appearance in these 20th century scenes with mommy and her adopted dad Frank (Tobias Menzies) will be the extent of her work in the new season. Catch you more in season 4, girlfriend?

Ah, an old movie trope that never gets old — the shot of a hand dragging over the gorgeous flora as a sentimental shout-out to home. The last hot guy to do this so well was Maximus (aka Russell Crowe), as he prepares for death in the final scene of Gladiator.

Okay, so maybe this sight of 20th century Claire rushing through her Boston hospital in scrubs means nothing to the story. But I ask you, Outlander fans, is there anything more exhilarating than the sight of gorgeous medical personnel rushing to an emergency? Look no further than those swell nurses from the title sequence of M*A*S*H*.

Dang, that was quick! After stopping and starting the video at least 15 times, I surmised that it’s probably the moment when Jamie shoots the Earl of Ellesmere after he threatens to hurt a certain child. Out of respect for the non-book readers, I’ll refrain from any further details.

“I’ll find you. I promise.”

Okay, the images threw me for a bit; was Voyager so long that I simply can’t remember this particular scene? Fortunately, a key source who shall go unnamed hinted that it’s most likely a depiction of the Silkies Island, home of the hidden treasure. Apparently, author Diana Gabaldon didn’t explicitly describe the island in her books so it appears this is all from the great minds of Moore and production designer Jon Gary Steele. Whatever; I just liked this part the most because it made me think of Daniel Day-Lewis telling Madeleine Stowe that he will find her, “no matter how long it takes, no matter how far” in The Last of the Mohicans. Be still my heart!

Any other observations from the 30-second trailer? Sound off below!

Outlander returns to Starz in September.

  • -Please also check MOON & DOMINANT-
  • Aries: just because you talk loud doesn't mean you're right.
  • You are very aggressive and stubborn but you can't even make a valid point.
  • Please stop acting like you "just attract drama" and "can't help it"
  • Because you create the drama and like attention ffs just be honest
  • Taurus: You are so fucking stubborn.
  • To be honest it's a pain in the ass, please learn to act less like a brat and accept that you can't be right every time.
  • Also stop acting like you are a saint, because that act doesn't really work for you.
  • Gemini: oh my lord. Fucking hypocrites, like I can't even.
  • For example; You'll get mad when someone talks shit about you
  • But when you talk shit about them it's ok?
  • You aren't God jfc, get over yourself
  • Also control your mood swings, you're confusing as fuck and that's why no one gets you
  • So fix that and stop complaining about how you and your feelings are being "misunderstood"
  • Cancer: So so so so sensitive,
  • Like it's one of your best traits but also your worst
  • You cry about everything and you always act like you're the victim.
  • Maybe it works when you're 5 but when you're all grown up people will just see you as childish and immature.
  • Playing the victim won't help you in the real world.
  • Leo: hm i don't even know where to start, you are soooo full of yourself
  • You make friends to stay relevant and when you're done with them you just drop them.
  • You are kinda loud just like Aries.
  • you'll tell someone they are pretty and as soon as they turn around you'll just make fun of them
  • Virgo: you guys always want to be in control of all kinds of projects.
  • You like to have everything clean, neat and figured out.
  • You'll boil up your irritations when someone doesn't do something your way or "the right way" and then just explode and complain about everything
  • It isn't healthy and you come off as rude and unthankful.
  • Libra: You can be so two faced, honestly you're everything that the gemini gets hated for, and most people don't even realise it.
  • You act like you're so holy but talk mad shit and create soooo much drama, but somehow manage to stay out of it?
  • Scorpio: You have terrible mood swings.
  • And it's because you act tougher than you are, but you can't keep up the facade
  • You'll act all strong and shit and like you don't have any feelings.
  • But when you're all alone you could cry yourself to sleep.
  • The most sensitive of all the signs
  • Please stop hiding it because this whole tough and no emotions act makes you look unapproachable, nobody wants to be friends with some mechanic robot with unbreakable walls around them
  • Sagittarius: You are really what people say.
  • You just don't give a single shit about anyone's feelings except your own.
  • You'll pick out someone and make them love you because it's just for "fun", but as soon as they'll say the 3 words you just flee and go onto the next one.
  • You can drop the important people in your life without a single second of doubt, you're so impulsive
  • Watch out because you'll regret it
  • Capricorn: cold shits, you are almost incapable of loving.
  • You don't focus on the people around you, people are here for you
  • And all you do is put them aside to do the things that you want.
  • Every step you take is to reach another and higher destination.
  • But one day all of that will fade away and you'll be all alone because you ignored the ones that loved you and pushed them aside
  • Aquarius: You want to be unique so fucking bad.
  • No one is allowed to do something you do or steal something you already did.
  • Everyone else is boring and not good enough and basic.
  • You cut people off as soon as they say or do anything unoriginal.
  • You look down on people and it's not attractiv, stop it please you aren't God
  • Pisces: Every sweet thing you do is fake.
  • It's just to make people feel bad for you as soon as you fuck up (and you fuck up a lot)
  • As soon as someone gets mad at you you'll curl up into a little ball and act like they're the bad guy
  • They hurt you, you did all those things for them.
  • You're the type to make people feel bad for you being an asshole
  • stop being sweet to people without really caring about the
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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 4

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Note: Hello everyone! Surprise! I’m back after what honestly feels like forever. I do not deserve readers as good as all of you. You are so very patient and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that. As usual, no editing was done, so please don’t hate me for any errors in grammar, spelling, punctuation, or the awful thing known as autocorrect. I hope you enjoy the long awaited Chapter 4!

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (Reader), BTS, and Jung (Reader’s brother)

Word Count: 5,177

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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anonymous asked:

“You took that hit pretty hard…” with r76 pls

Anonymous said: R76 “Don’t move.”? Please?

How about both??

Meme here

The world comes swimming back into view with a sharp spike of pain through Reaper’s skull. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t move.”

He would recognize that voice anywhere. He wishes he wasn’t in pain–more pain than usual, that is. He lets out a hiss.

“I said don’t move.” He sounds… annoyed. And… worried? “You’re gonna hurt yourself more. Hold still.”

Reaper tries to blink open his eyes, but everything is blurry, and it sends more shooting pain through his brain. He can barely make out a white and blue blob hovering above him.

“J… Jack? What… what the fu–”

“Shut up,” Jack mumbles. Gentle hands surprise Reaper as Jack reaches down to wipe a cool, damp cloth on his face. “You took that hit pretty hard. You’re lucky I got there and dragged your sorry ass outta there.”

“What are you… doing?”

Jack huffs. He’s starting to come into a bit of focus. “Saving your life, again. I don’t know why.”

Reaper narrows his eyes in confusion. The cool cloth feels nice against his skin–oh. Oh shit. “Where. Where is it.”

“I have your mask. No one else saw you. I took it off to make sure you weren’t dead.” Jack glances off to the side. Now Reaper can see he isn’t wearing his mask either. “What the hell were you thinking, fighting an omnic like that? It knocked you out. That thing slammed you into a wall.”

“I… classified information,” Reaper manages to mumble. “Why?”

Jack seems to know what he’s asking. He doesn’t respond, though. “Does your neck hurt?”

“No. Just my head.” A lie. He’s always in pain, but the agony in his head is worse than the usual. “And… arm. Damn.” He grimaces. Jack doesn’t react at all to how his face must look. 

“Okay, that’s good. Means your neck isn’t broken.”

“I’ll heal.” He can already feel the pain growing in its odd, less sharp way that always happened when his wounds healed at their accelerated pace. Like pins and needles, if they were on fire, and in his eye sockets and his bones. 

“You’ll heal faster if you let me help you.” Jack’s hands wander, not in the way they had years ago, but still puts a lump in Reaper’s throat and bitterness rise in his chest. He can feel the medical professionalism in his touch. 

It’s silent for a while, Reaper letting Jack tend to his wounds. So when Jack answers his question from before, he is startled. “I don’t know why I helped you. I could have left you there for that omnic to kill you. Guess there’s… still something. Hope for you.”

“You’re an idiot. Hope. Ha.”

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot who saved your damn life, Gabriel.” Jack’s voice isn’t harsh, and maybe that’s the worst part. “So shut up and let me help you.”

There’s pleading in his voice that halts Reaper’s reply. 


“No, don’t.” Jack’s hands fall limp on Reaper’s chest. “Don’t start, Gabe. We’re too damn old for this. It’s too much. We can’t keep doing this. We’re running on borrowed time as it is, and we’re spending it, what, as rivals? Enemies? It’s pointless. It’s stupid. I don’t care anymore. I’m done. I’m not hanging up my hat, but I just… I can’t hate you. I never did. I can’t do it anymore.”


“And I know, there’s… there’s a lot of bad blood, too many unspoken things, and we’re both bad at talking, but dammit, Gabe, I’m done fighting you.”

Gabriel reaches up with his uninjured arm to loosely grip Jack’s wrist. “Oh, Jackie. When did this happen? When did we get this old?” He manages a hoarse laugh. “It feels like yesterday when we said our vows.”

“Till death do us part.”

Gabriel hums a bit. “I guess a renewal may be in order. Is it too late?” He smiles a bit, hoping that there weren’t too many teeth visible through his flesh. 

His vision had cleared enough by then to see the wet glittering in Jack’s eyes and the start of a smile on his tired, familiar face. 

anonymous asked:

41 & jongin please!! 💕💕

wuhhuhuhuhuh i literally ruined myself with this. enjoy ~duchess~

Author’s Note: this takes place in the Did You See universe after All Black Everything. not necessary to read both or either to get this, but they do fit nicely together

Prompt: 41: “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.” (part of the 600 followers drabble game)

Pairing: Kai x Reader (oc; female)

Summary: A series of text messages one year of after Jongin shows you how he really feels about you

Rating: PG-13

Warning: references to sex; explicit language

Word Count: 1,043 (i love you, get it)(im doing the most)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Nini[3:09 AM]: i know you’re probably asleep
Nini[3:10 AM]: i hope this doesn’t wake you
Nini[3:11 AM]: jet lag is keeping me up and i wish i was sleeping
Nini[3:12 AM]: i wish i was sleeping with you
Nini[3:13 AM]: the bed doesn’t feel the same without you

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Stephen Strange x Reader

Request ( tsukuyomi011 ): A oneshot with Strange please? where the reader is an ex of Strange’s from medical school and the only one to have seen the goodness within in the past. In the present- An ugly fight between him and Mordo has the reader in the crossfire and fatally wounded as a hysterical Strange tries to heal her using his new mystic powers. And eventually confess his feelings for her in an-um heated way? ;) Or you can go with whatever you like if you don’t like the plot. :p take as much time as you want :)

Words: 1126

A/N: I love, love, love Stephen Strange! If you’ve never read any of his comics, I totally recommend them! He’s a really cool character and I’m as equally excited about his movie coming out! Love this request! :D

It had been so long since you’d seen him you were almost sure that you were dreaming. Well, more of a nightmare really. You shuddered, your hand pressing down harder onto the wound as a warm, scarlet liquid began sliding heatedly down your skin. Had you not been as skilled as you were, you’d have been on the ground and half dead by now. Fortunately, luck was on your side as you limped away, the sirens still ringing out into the night air. 

You wanted to help Stephen but realistically, it wasn’t even a possibility. You would be more of a hinderance with your injury, quite possibly causing him to lose. Although, you looked back to the two men, both hands outstretched as they pelted one another with various objects seemingly telepathically, he seemed to be able to handle himself quite well. It was almost ironic, seeing somebody who had prided himself on working with his hands, using some unseen force to do his bidding. 

A low chuckle left your bloodied lips, the taste of metal strong in your mouth. Strange and the other man, Mordo, you think, had been tearing up the streets for nearly an hour, seeming to accomplish nothing but destruction. You’d been helping some others escape from the crossfire when a stray piece of shrapnel had ripped through your side, leaving a searing pain in its wake. Now it was less of an ache and more of a distant reminder, something that was telling every medical part of your mind that you needed help immediately. 

Another wracking set of coughs forced its way up your lungs causing you to fall to the ground, glass and dirt stabbing into your hands from the wet pavement. Truthfully, you’d never really thought about how you were going to die, but you would’ve never imagined it like this. Your eyes scanned the disastrous area, stopping once they spotted Stephen through all the burning buildings and scattered items. An unbidden smile bloomed on your face as your arms gave out, your side hitting the sharp objects painfully. Your skin was on fire, each movement only furthering the pain. With each second that dragged on into eternity, your vision blurred more and more until you couldn’t make out any shape. 

If you were correct, and you usually were, you didn’t have much longer. You weren’t ready to go; too many words left unspoken and actions left incomplete. What would your family think when they discovered your fate? Your heart cracked at the thought, a hot tear sliding tortuously slow down your cheek. What about Stephen? And your job? What would the world be like when you were gone? And what would you be like? 

Your shallow breathing came out in erratic pants as your thoughts enveloped you in the darkness of fear. No longer did you feel the pain bound to you by human nature but instead you felt the finality of death. It was gruesome and scary, and if a warm hand hadn’t rested upon your cheek, you were quite sure that you would’ve gone mad from your own thoughts. 

Stephen’s gray eyes were shining with emotion, something you didn’t see often from the man. It reminded of when you were in medical school and he looked to you for the first time. He seemed vulnerable and open, something that he definitely wasn’t. In other’s eyes, he was nothing but arrogant and skilled, but in your eyes, he was weak and lost. He was looking for something to pull him out of the emotional whirlwind he was thrust to after the death of Donna. 

After his mother died, he only seemed to further fall into the hands of greed and misery. But you didn’t see that. No, you saw the man for who he really was; somebody who needed help, somebody who helped others, and somebody who craved love. And this man, who was once so detached, so callous, was single handedly lifting you out of the darkness like a beam of blinding light.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, eyes scanning frantically for your wound as a bright blue emitted from his hands. His gaze stopped on your injury, a hand moving your bloodied one out of the way as he attempted to patch it up. It felt tingly, almost uncomfortably warm as he examined the look in your eyes, gauging your reaction. “I will not let you die.” 

You trusted him; of course you did. But to heal this? You couldn’t stop the laugh that gurgled up your throat, your hands tightening into fists as a sharp pain stabbed through your side. 

“I swear to you I’ll fix this.” He stated, eyes now fixated on your wound. He seemed to be exerting a lot of energy, brows furrowed and a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I will…” He breathed. “I’ll…” 

He was cracking, you could see it in his eyes, gray like the clouds before a storm. And a storm was coming. Not in the form of thunder and lightening, but in the form of emotions. He was breaking and you were dying. You watched silently as the mood sobered, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, the myriad colors of lights dancing on his skin like a show of theatrics.

“It’s okay, Stephen.” He looked to you sharply, expression betraying his pain.

“You are not dying.” He refused, the lights brightening as he doubled the effort, ignoring any lingering exhaustion from his fight with Mordo.

“A fighter until the end.” You smiled affectionately, a heavy hand lifting to rest lightly against his cheek. He nuzzled into the contact, eyes closing as he dropped his hands from your wound. You didn’t think he was going to speak again, simply relishing in the silence in what you had no doubt was going to be your final minutes. Surprisingly, despite the many cuts and bruises, your body felt numb. You felt warm, regardless of the cool pavement that you rested against, the presence of Stephen heating you to the core.

“I love you.” He broke, lips connecting to yours roughly. He didn’t mind the lingering taste of blood, wasting no time in delving his tongue into your mouth so he could be closer to you. You were surprised, your arms cautiously wrapping around his neck as best they could in your position. It wasn’t sweet and loving, but sloppy and desperate, each caress of his lips on yours bringing you closer to bliss. The act was almost familiar, his tongue confidently stroking against yours as his mouth and hands explored. He pulled back hesitantly, your body already missing his warmth. A tear slipped out, leaving a trail of clarity.

“I swear to you, you will live.”