Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

[AO3 | FFN | More Fic]

Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

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Here’s My Heart (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes, and taken from this post (thanks again @hands1766)
Genre: Fluffish??
Warnings: Mention of Injuries
A/N: Reader uses female pronouns 

Part One Part Three Part Four

Originally posted by gounderoos

*ignore the caption*

Peter greeted his aunt with a slam of the front door and a yell. “Aunt May! Where are you?!”

She came rushing from the kitchen, a slightly burnt scent following her, with a worried expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she looked at Peter up and down, looking for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m gonna do it,” he said instead of answering her, a growing smile on his face. “I’m finally gonna do it, Aunt May.”

Her face reflected his, an elated expression quickly gracing her face. “Why now?” She asked, but she wasn’t protesting. Not in the least. Peter knew she had been looking forward to this almost as much as he was.

“I know how to do it now,” he said, moving over to the kitchen table and sitting down, plopping his backpack onto the ground with a loud thud. May sat down across from him, taking her dirty apron off and placing it onto the chair next to her.

“Go on,” she said, nodding.

“A mixtape,” Peter said, and he watched as May grew impossibly more excited. “I heard her talking about it at school, and she said she’d love if someone made her a mixtape. So that’s what I’m gonna do!”

Peter’s mind was racing, excited that the time had finally come for him to ask you out, that he forgot the reason he had come into the apartment screaming. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed, scaring May in the process when he jumped in his seat, and even scaring himself. “I don’t know how to make a mixtape.”

May stood from her chair, her laugh echoing through the small apartment as she walked to the kitchen. Peter stared after her, confused, until she came back with a small notebook and a pen. She dropped them onto the table with a dramatic flare, and Peter startled.

“What’s this for?” He asked, taking the notebook and flipping to an empty page. 

May sat down and took the notebook into her own hands, clicking the pen open. “You are going to tell me everything you love about (Y/N), and we’re going to write them all down. And then you can pick your songs based off of them.”

Peter’s eyebrows rose on his forehead, impressed with his aunt’s idea. “Okay,” he said slowly, and May readied the pen over the blank piece of paper, expectantly looking at him.

He stopped suddenly, mind going blank. There were so many things that came to mind that not one stood out by itself, and Peter didn’t know where to start. He looked at May desperately, and she titled her head with a smile.

“There’s so much to love,” Peter sighed, shaking his head. 

May’s smile grew. “Do you have a favorite memory?”

Peter tried to think again, but still, there were so many to choose from. You had been in his life for what seemed like forever now, and he couldn’t think of a time before you were by his side. There were an infinite amount of memories since then.

There was no where to start.

“Peter,” May laughed. “It’s so simple.”

“But it’s not,” Peter stressed, looking his aunt in the eyes. “This is too important to just- to just quickly write some things down on a paper and be done. (Y/N) deserves better than that.”

His aunt looked at him with some kind of admiration, wondering how this boy ended up so- so caring. She smiled, thinking she must’ve done something right along the way. “Do you like her smile?”

Peter stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Of course I- what?”

“(Y/N)’s smile,” she said again. “What do you think of when you see her smile?”

May watched as the cogs turned in her nephew’s head, and he tilted his head towards the table. He didn’t take a glance at her as he spoke. “When she smiles at me, I,” he paused to let out a breath, and she thought she saw a slight tilt to his lips. “I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. It’s like she’s- she’s only ever smiled at me, like it’s a special smile that is a secret for only us two. It’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.”

May smiled softly, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “What else?” She said quietly. 

She listened as Peter began to ramble. He told her about the way you bit your lip when you were nervous, and how you smiled to yourself whenever you were proud of something you had done. He told her about the way you tended to his injuries whenever a bully (a villain) decided to put a beating on him, and how he could tell you were always holding back tears because you never liked to see him in pain. 

It seemed like they were sitting at the table for hours as he told her everything.

Peter smiled as he thought of all the memories the two of you had made. He even told a few to May. He spoke of the day he was the closest to saying ‘I love you’ than he had ever been before.

“I can’t believe we’re already gonna be juniors,” you had whispered to him as you gently swayed on the swing next to his. You were looking up at the stars that were shining above the park, and Peter pretended to be looking at them too.

But he was looking at you, staring at the admiration on your face. The only light provided for him to see you was the moon and the stars, and although they didn’t help much, he could picture your face perfectly with the rest of his imagination. 

“Yeah, same,” he whispered in return, and you turned from the stars to look at him. His eyes widened slightly, startled by your beauty in the dim light. You were biting your lip, a contemplative look in your eyes that made Peter hold his breath. He wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t dare to breathe, but he thought it was because he didn’t want anything to break this moment of your eyes connecting so intensely. 

“But it’s okay,” you stopped biting your lip to smile, and Peter had to let out a heavy breath at that. “As long as I have you by my side.”

He knew his heart skipped a beat- it had to, with the way he could feel those words affect him. It was his turn to bite his lip, and he tried to keep his eyes from widening, but he couldn’t help it. 

He laughed, a bit hysterically, and he almost let the words slip out at that moment, sitting next to each other on the park’s swing set with the stars shining above you. He wanted to say it, and your bright eyes still looking into his were almost hypnotizing him. 

But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. Not yet.

“You too,” he said instead, quietly to try not to disturb the moment. But still, as he spoke the words, he wished he had said something else.

“Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had said it that night,” Peter said, looking up from the table to look at his aunt. He stopped speaking and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the streaks of tears on her cheeks. “May?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat. She laughed a little and shook her head, wiping her cheeks with her hands.

“I’m fine, Peter,” she said, still laughing, but he thought he could see some sadness on her face. He sighed, quiet enough for her to not hear, and looked back down at the table. He never knew what to say when she was like this, when he could tell she was missing his uncle more than ever.

She cleared her throat, and he heard her write a few more things down in the notebook before closing it. He lifted his head as she slid it over to him. She smiled, and he thought it looked more genuine this time. “And now you pick your songs.”

Peter let out a breath, his eyes widening as he stared down at the notebook.

This was it.

Here’s part two, and I was gonna end it here, but part three anyone? Let me know what you think, and if you would like another part :) Requests are open!!


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Request: Shine

Part two to Storm! Honestly I really didn’t expect the response that the first one got, but I was so thrilled!! I started this about four times, trying to get it to a place I wanted it so I could get a satisfying end to the first one, so you’ll have to let me know what you think… maybe even a third part? Let me know!

Word Count: 1,304

It’s good to be home. Despite everything, despite being completely unsure about your future, it’s nice to sleep in the same bed for more than two nights in a row, and it’s nice to know when and where your next meal is going to come from. It’s nice to have Bobby there, someone who knows you inside and out and understands – what isn’t nice is constantly having him lie to Dean for you. You’ discussed it, and more than once it had ended in tears, with you deciding that you didn’t want to face him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

This limbo, it’s… easier than facing things. Whatever you do, whichever decision you make, it’s going to change your life forever. But while you’re here, admittedly hiding from everything, you’re safe from that change, sheltered from whatever havoc it’s likely to wreak on your life.

You sigh to yourself, rolling over and tugging the duvet up to your chin, enjoying the warmth – that’s another nice thing, not having to be up and out of bed at the crack of dawn every single morning. Bobby has been insisting on you getting proper sleep, and considering that it can take hours for you to fall asleep after tossing and turning constantly, you tend to make up the time in the mornings. You’re just about considering crawling from the bed and heading downstairs for a drink when you hear voices downstairs.

“We need something of hers. Will there be something in her room?”

“I- uh- it’s a mess, I’ll go up and-“

“It’s fine, Bobby, I know what she’s like. The sooner we’re out of here the sooner we can start tracking her properly.”

Dean. It’s him – he’s come for you. It’s been nearly two weeks – it would have come sooner or later. But you’d have appreciated some warning – some time to think about what you want to say.

Bobby doesn’t want to protest – it would give you away. You recognise that, and recognise that he’s giving you a chance to run; to hide, to get away from it all one more time. A substantial part of you wants to – to be able to live the lie you’d begun to persuade yourself of.

For once, you stand your ground, pushing yourself up and out of the bed, wrapping a robe around yourself – you’re not going to face him in just your pyjamas. By the time he makes it up the stairs, you’ve steeled yourself enough that you manage to stop your hands from shaking too much.

The door creaks open, and Dean steps into the room – he notices you instantly, His hands curl into fists and he freezes, just staring at you like you’re some kind of phantom in the night.

“Y/N,” He breathes, your name nothing short of a prayer on his lips. You want to be angry; be vindicated, but all you feel for him is sorrow. You take a half-step backwards, watching as the cogs whir in his brain, “How long have you been here?”

“The whole time.”

“You’ve been safe?” He whispers, words snagging on themselves and tangling like a loose thread. You nod minutely, wrapping your arms around yourself as he shakes his head.

“Very.” You reply, perhaps a little shortly. You find, however, that you have very little to say to him. All of the thoughts you’d had… they’re gone in the face of a real conversation.

“Y/N…” He presses his lips together, “I’m sorry.”

“You always are.” You swallow, taking another step back, “Don’t pretend to care if you don’t. Don’t do it for pity. I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your sympathy.”

“You don’t have it,” He snaps, perhaps a little too vehemently. It surprises you enough that it stops your mind in its tracks for a few moments, “I screwed up. Really, really screwed up.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Just like you don’t notice the tears threatening to brim over, blurring your view like a melted kaleidoscope, “I’m not mad, Dean. I know you think I am.”

“Then what are you?” He insists, raking his hands through his hair, “I know what I said was God-awful. I know I can never take it back. But I was terrified, and-“

“So was I!” You interrupt, staring at him with wide eyes as the tears begin to fall, “I was beyond terrified! You didn’t think that that was my absolute worst fear? For you to completely… do that?”

He can only look at you for a few moments, shaking his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” You realise, “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Sorry doesn’t take it back.”

The look of panic on his face is enough to break your heart – above it all, you love him. More than yourself, more than anything – but that doesn’t give him carte blanche to say what he wants and expect you to come running back the minute he realises his mistake.

“I know.” He admits, chest slowly deflating, “I know. And the second you say leave, I’ll go. No questions asked. I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Neither would I.” You agree, slowly unfolding your arms and wiping at your face, before letting them fall to your sides, “But I’m not going to.”

“You’re not?”

“You’re an idiot. We agree on that.” You watch as he nods, taking the hit in the hope of a little redemption – which you can’t help but give him, “And I’m upset. But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up. That’s not how this works. That’s never how this worked.”

He shakes his head, agreeing readily – only then do you notice the tears in his eyes – a change. You may as well have handed him a golden goose – he’d have been less thankful for that than anything else.

“Y/N, you don’t- you have no idea.” He says softly, swallowing hard, “You know I’ve always wanted a family. And then you came along and there was a chance, a real chance, of it happening. And now it is… now it might be…” Dean sighs again, “I screw you over. Because that’s what I do. Disappoint the people I love.”

“I’m not going to pity you because of your history of bad choices. That’s your cross to bear.” You inform him softly, but take a slow step forward, “I’m willing to forgive and forget and move on. I want to. What I don’t want is for you to feel coerced or forced into staying. Stay or go, but there’s no in between.”

He takes a deep breath, hesitating, and then shakes his head, “I’m staying. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m here.”

You can’t help but crack a smile, “So that’s that? We’re doing this?”

He nods, this time not hesitating, “Of course. In fact…” It’s the last thing you expect, but before you know it he’s taken both of your hands in his, “Marry me.”


“I love you. I want to be with you forever, I want to make this official. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He rambles, squeezing your hands and offering a tentative smile.

“I’m not marrying you just because I’m pregnant. This isn’t nineteen-thirty-four.” You chastise, and Dean groans, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not because you’re pregnant! Trust me, Y/N, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t completely sure of it. I love you. I want to do right by you, because you deserve it. Just let me be romantic and spontaneous, alright?” He insists, his eyes catching yours – and you grin, nodding.

“Yes, then. Yes, I’ll marry you.” You decide, and then he grins, surging forward and taking your face in his hands so he can kiss your lips – and there it is. Past, present, and future, all in one.

Imagine being married to Percival Graves and being the only one to notice his change in behaviour before he’s revealed as Grindelwald.

requested by: @knjyasu
sorry this took a little while! work has been killing me lately, but I hope you enjoy.

The key rattling in the lock startled you. It rattled, and it rattled.
You husband, Percival Graves, had been having a lot of trouble with the house keys lately. It was like he’d forgotten how to open the door completely.

When he’d finally got it open, you stood from the sofa to greet him. “Hello, sweetie,” you held your arms out to him, expecting him to walk into them and hold you like usual.

However all you got was a hum as he shrugged his coat off and headed into the kitchen. You watched him go, cogs turning in your head.

He’d never been like this. He was always affectionate to you, even if a little gruff. But never would he let you think he didn’t love you, that you weren’t his relief at the end of a stressful day. Your marriage was bliss, in a happy home, just waiting for a new addition to the family. And now all of a sudden, this. A constant cold shoulder.

You’d asked other people about it, but they’d told you not to be silly, that he gives everyone the cold shoulder - which is true, but not to you. It’d seem you were in this alone.

You followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, watching as he finished making a coffee.

“So, how was work?”

He grunted. “Same as always.”

You blinked as an idea struck you. “Did you see Angela? How’s she doing?”

He didn’t even look at you. “She’s doing fantastic.” He threw his spoon into the sink and took a swig of coffee before mumbling, “I’m going to bed,” and heading to the bedroom without another word.

You watched him leave, eyes narrowed. You would not be sharing his bed tonight - whoever that was, it was not your husband and you knew it. They’d fallen for your trick. There was no ‘Angela’.

You grabbed a blanket and laid it out on the sofa. You’d find out what was going on when you visited his work tomorrow.

written by: archie

anonymous asked:

AU where David's suitcase and Jack's suitcase get mixed up on accident after a flight because they look the same- leads to awkward questions about what they're travelling with...

Two prompts filled in one day? Heck to the yes!

Also I got a little carried away with this one but it was fun 

Jack hovered around the baggage carousel, though he wasn’t entirely paying mind to the passing luggage. His gaze kept drifting over the people and the entire airport, stubbornly landing back on the guy standing not a few paces away from him. They had been on the same flight, Jack had seen him across the aisle.  He wanted to know his name, wanted to know why his attention kept sticking to this one man in particular.

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OQ: "I'm pregnant. Again."

Set in my A Reluctant Secret verse 

“She’s asleep,” Robin told her with a tired smile and hair in disarray.

“Something tells me Daddy had himself a little nap, too.”

He raised his eyebrows in question before understanding her amused gaze and laughing, “Oh,” stroking his fingers through his hair as he made his way around the sofa to sit beside her, making sure not to jostle her too much with the mug she had balanced on her bent knee as he reached for his own before settling back. “She knows how to work me,” and then, with a grin, he teased, “just like her mother.”

“Or,” she couldn’t help but sigh gratefully when Robin dropped a hand to her bare foot, kneading at the sole with his thumb, “she continues to take after me and just loves having you close for as long as possible.”

“Now how could I possibly argue with that?”

She grinned at the warmth in his eyes, at the love he gave both her and their daughter so easily and so effortlessly.

“How was lunch with Emma?”

She took a sip of her drink, hot cocoa, allowing herself another moment to sit on the news before she replied with a rather vague, “Eventful.”

His head cocked, “Eventful?”

She nodded. “We didn’t end up eating.”

“Why not?”

“I felt too nauseous, didn’t think I could keep anything down,” and she saw it, watched as the cogs started turning in his head. He wouldn’t ask her straight out though, she knew he wouldn’t for the very fact that his assumptions – though they weren’t – could be wrong.

“You’ve been getting sick quite a bit recently,” he pointed out needlessly as he let go of her foot and shifted to sit up straighter, depositing his mug on the floor by his feet before turning his body towards hers, his knees touching her shins as he awaited her answer.

She couldn’t help the smile that began curling her lips. “I have.”

“I thought you said it was that stomach flu that had been going around.”

“I thought it was,” she lifted her mug over the arm of the chair to place it on the small table beside her before placing her feet on the ground and turning until their knees were touching and his hands were in hers on her lap. His eyes were filled with such hope. “Emma insisted I do a test there and then, she even ran out to the store to get me one.”


She chuckled affectionately at the eager smile lighting his face, lifting a hand to cup his cheek before she laughed wetly and told him, “I’m pregnant. Again.”

The tears were instantaneous and she let out a whoop of laughter – only just remembering to muffle it with her hand – when he practically lunged at her and tackled her back onto the sofa so that she was wedged in the corner with her neck against the arm rest as he pressed kisses to every part of her that he could reach. “This is incredible.”

“I know.”

“Another baby!” he exclaimed as loudly as he was able with Scarlett sleeping a room away. “We’re going to have another baby!”


requested: jealous of jungkook

Yoongi didn’t understand, no matter how hard he attempted to make sense of it he just couldn’t. He wanted to outright confront you, maybe ask you why he felt invisible when you hung around Jungkook. When you had started to hang out with him Yoongi wasn’t sure but every time he invited you around to the dorm you’d somehow end up chatting with the younger boy.

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Cut From the Same Cloth

A Peaky Blinders Fic 1/10?

Character Pairing: Alfie Solomons + OC

Summary: Cara Shelby has been caught in one of Tommy’s, her brother’s, schemes once again. But this time his plans lead her down a far more dangerous path than she was anticipating. A far lonelier path, so she thinks. Now it’s her time to live up to her name- discover what it means to be human.

Word Count: 2,016

Warning: swearing, violence… what do you expect, honestly?

A/N: This fic will be inconsistent with the current PB timeline, I won’t say exactly how since not everyone might be caught up. But I pretend certain things are different, don’t judge me!!! This first installment is meant to set the tone, I know it’s boring but bear with me!

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Prompt: For Her.

Harry hadn’t ever really considered himself to be a jealous person. He had always been secure in himself, never feeling inadequate or threatened, well that was until a very attractive old friend that Y/N hadn’t seen in a while had cornered her at a mutual friends wedding and Harry felt like his jaw was about to break with how hard he was gritting his teeth.

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“Two’s company” - h.s. Part 1

Bring on the smut.



Willard Crown was one of the best men Harry had ever known, and you knew that but you were trying to forget about it as you stood there in the corner at the funeral reception drinking alcohol. 

But it still bothered you that he was here talking with your mum considering it was your grandfather that had passed away and just Harry’s childhood babysitter. He seemed to be quite at ease with the whole situation in his black button up shirt and black dress pants. His hair freshly cut from being on set for whatever movie he’d been working on and his hands moving as he talked to your mum as if it hadn’t been probably five years since she’d seen her. 

It wasn’t that you were mad at Harry really, because the fact that he’d flown all the way from wherever he was in the world to be here today for your grandfather’s funeral was sweet and sincere. But quite honestly, you needed someone to be mad at and you’d spent quite a long time being mad at your cousins that it didn’t feel as good to be mad at them because of this.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault that your grandfather had passed away. It had been natural causes - old age. But still, why the fuck was Harry here? 

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Summary: Finn has been called into the control room and Leia isn’t happy.

A/N: This was a toss up between Ben and Poe but it seemed more funny with Poe. Regular swear words instead of Star Wars ones. I don’t think this would really fit into Leia but imagine if it did. Female pronouns.

Finn headed towards the control room feeling apprehensive. Leia didn’t sound happy on the coms and he didn’t want to keep her waiting.

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On Borrowed Time - Chapter 4

Summary: Betty took a gap year for relaxation. What she didn’t expect it to include, was a road trip around the country with her best friend in tow.The fact that he was on the waiting list for a heart transplant and that she’s in love with him may have factored into her decision making. Just a little bit.

Find it here on AO3/ Tumblr: C1, C2 & C3

Following their trip to the capital, they make their way by train back to Oxford. Once successfully packed into the car, Jughead navigates them North. The late October wind whips around the car as they speed along the motorway, towards the Peak District. Jughead spends the majority of the journey asleep.

On his waking moments, they make small talk and he doesn’t suggest any car games. After he’d kept her up half the night, he couldn’t say he was surprised to see the dark circles under her eyes. He’d offered to drive, but she’d quickly refused. Keeping to their rule of taking it in turns. Her point that he was just as tired as she was, was not invalid.

The quiet as the follow the narrow, winding roads of the countryside, gives him the opportunity to think. To think about what she’d said to him last night. Contemplate why he’d kissed her on the cheek.  He felt ready to accept death, like an old friend welcoming you calmly and you going with them gladly. That’s what he’d been considering, when she’d woken up.

But then he’d looked down at her. Hair mussed from sleep, eyes slightly dazed from being up at the ungodly hour and her soft lips developing into a smile as her heart thudded against his palm. He couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of love, enveloping all his senses. So maybe he wasn’t quite ready to greet death after all.

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No Longer Alone

Summary: Dany’s first night at Winterfell leads to talks of dream lovers and loneliness. Two lonely people coming together, fall in love and are lonely no more. 

Rating: General Audience 

Word Count: 3548 words

Can be read on Ao3 as well :)

Hello! This is my first ever Jonerys fic. Hope you guys like it! XD

For Day 1 of Jonerys Week. Posted a while back, but i think it fits with the theme, fluff.

The mother of Dragons was cold, so very cold and she was never cold. Having spent her whole life in the South, across the narrow sea where the weather was hot and the days were long, the North and its snow was the polar opposite. The cold desert nights could not even compare to the rigid, snowy blizzards of the North. Even the fire and blood of the dragons coursing through her veins seemed to be momentarily doused out by the chill of winter. She shivered atop her horse as it trotted along the Kingsroad towards Winterfell.

“You must be excited to be returning home.”

“I am. I can’t believe I’m going to see Arya and Bran again. They must have grown so much.” Jon smiled at her. His eyes were twinkling with elation. Dany felt her heart beat stutter. He looked so happy, almost beautiful even. Smiles looked good on him, she decided.

“I’m very happy for you.” Dany felt the urge to let go of the reigns and reach out her hand to clutch his, to share his excitement through touch.

“I can’t wait for them to meet you as well. They’ll like you, especially Arya. As a child, she loved to read about Targaryen dragon riders and their heroic battles.”

“Hmm… I suppose we’ll find out soon.”

Ahead of them, the castle doors of Winterfell loomed. The king of the North was home. Upon their arrival, he dismounted his horse as fast as he could to embrace his awaiting family, hugging a petite brunette to him so tightly that she was lifted off her feet. A red haired girl and a boy in a chair watched on. Dany saw the beaming grin stretching across Jon’s usually brooding, stoic features. The smiles they’ve shared thus far were sweet but never this unbidden and free. It made her heart soar, almost as if she could feel his joy, making her crave to see more smiles like that, especially ones coaxed to the surface by her.

“Your grace, welcome to Winterfell. I am Jon’s sister, Sansa Stark and this is our brother Bran.” The red haired girl greeted Dany with a curt nod.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Sansa. Pleasure to meet you both.” Dany nodded at the two of them with a courteous smile. As their eyes met, she noticed Bran staring at her with a contemplative look on his face, like he had something to reveal. From Sansa, she could sense the distrust radiating from the girl. It was evident that the Starks still held resentment towards what her father did to their family but she hoped that they would not judge her for her father’s actions and in time, come to accept her for her own capabilities, for who she was, just like Jon did.

“So, you’re our new queen? Do you really ride dragons?”

“Arya! Do show some respect!” Jon chastised his little sister.

“It’s alright. Yes, I am and I do. The dragons are my children. It’s a pleasure to meet you Lady Arya.” This young girl with a cheeky glint in her green eyes was just as straightforward and blunt as Jon. Unlike her sister, she seemed genuinely pleased to meet her new queen.

“That’s incredible! However, I am not a lady. It’s a pleasure to meet you, your grace.” Arya stated with a slight bow and a grin. Dany had a feeling she would be quite comfortable around this girl and maybe even come to like her.

After a few more introductions and reunions of handshakes and warm hugs, it was time to meet the representatives of the houses in the North. The great hall was filled with Jon’s banner men. Some of them eyed her with awe and wonder, the only remaining Targaryen alive in their midst; others eyed her warily and even hatefully as she sat with her fingers clasped together on her lap beside their king, not trusting a foreign queen to truly be here to assist them. Murmurs of discontent could be heard whispered about the room, increasing in volume, only to be silenced by the scraping of a chair against the hard wood floor as the king of the North stood up.

“Look, I know it’s hard to accept a Southern ruler, but we need all the help we can get if we want to survive.” Jon paused to regard his people. “We don’t have time for disagreements! The Night King and his army are approaching the Wall as we speak. Queen Daenerys is here to offer her help and we will accept it gratefully. Did I make myself clear?” His accented voice echoed throughout the room.

It was at this moment that Dany realized that this solemn man of few words was truly a great leader. His sincere, severe tone of speech and firm words implored a sense of authority that made people want to agree with him. However, would they riot against their king now for bending his knee to her? Dany gazed at the faces of the people in front of her with bated breath, watching the cogs churning in their heads. Eventually, to her relief, resounding ‘Ayes!’ echoed throughout the room. Dany’s presence was accepted, albeit begrudgingly but it was a start at least. She hoped that after the war was over, she’d gain the full support of these people by proving herself worthy of their allegiance.

Regally rising from her seat, the mother of dragons glanced up at the king of the North, giving him a nod as thanks before addressing the room. “I am thankful for your cooperation, my lords and ladies. I promise you I will do my best to aid you. We will survive this Long Night. Now, shall we begin the tactical discussion?” Over the next few hours, strategies were shared and debated and planned for the upcoming battle of the living versus the dead.

As the hours went by, the sun went down, the sky grew dark and the flames in the hearth had burnt down to glowing embers. Weary faces could be seen around the room. Jon noticed Dany suppressing a yawn beside him also. The long day of travel was getting to her. She needed to rest and so did he and everyone else. “Alright, it’s getting late. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.” Jon dismissed his people to their rooms for supper and rest for the night. The people began trickling out of the room without much hesitation.

“Shall we head to your chambers, your grace?” Missandei approached her queen.

“No, I wish to take a walk and have a look around the castle. You may take your leave. Go get some rest. I’m sure you and Grey Worm have many things to talk about.” Dany jerked her head towards the Unsullied soldier lingering by the door and watched in amusement as a blush spread across her dear friend’s cheeks.

“Very well, I’m sure the king in the North will take good care of you. Have a good night, your grace.” Missandei teased back with a knowing smirk at Dany and a quick nod to Jon who was trying unsuccessfully to appear disinterested in their conversation, before striding towards the door and ushering Grey Worm out. Finally, it was just the king and queen left.

Now that it was just the two of them alone, the palpable tension was rising rapidly, the atmosphere around them growing gradually amorous. They haven’t had the time to relish in each other’s company since docking at White Harbour. Every night since their first passionate tryst aboard her ship, they’ve spent them together, in each other’s arms, making love or some nights just talking. They traded stories about their lives, talked about anything and everything or nothing at all, content with lying together listening to the waves splashing against the ship. The last time they laid together seemed like a lifetime ago. Frankly, they both missed those quiet moments together. Moments that allowed them the just be Jon and Dany.

Dany let her eyes drift up to meet Jon’s. They were coal black windows to his soul staring deeply into her own with utter adoration and tender longing, the very same looks he’s given her since the day they met and every other time he thought she wasn’t paying attention to him. Doreah told her, long ago, love comes in at the eyes. In his eyes, Dany could see it so clearly it made her breath catch. Without breaking eye contact, she twined her fingers with his, his warm hand engulfing her smaller one. The contact alone chased away any trace of cold in her body and replaced it with a warmth spreading from her chest and out to her limbs. It bubbled up, traveling to her face, bringing a silly grin and a giddy giggle with it to her lips. Jon wore a matching grin on his face as he leant forward, resting his forehead against hers. They relished in their closeness, feeling that ever-present connection between them strengthening once more.

“Did I hear you mention something about a walk, my queen? Or was that just an excuse to spend time with me?” Jon teased.

“You heard correctly. And maybe that as well.” Dany replied slipping her other hand into his.

“Well I’m glad because I want you to meet a friend of mine.” Jon gave her hands a little tug and began pulling her towards the door. “Come on. I haven’t seen him since we arrived. Let’s go find him, my queen.”

“Who is this person? And to meet this late in the evening?” Dany asked as they exited the great hall, heading towards the now empty courtyard.

“I didn’t say he was a person. There he is! Come here boy!” Jon let go of her hand and crouched down with his arms outstretched. Dany watched in amazement as a huge, white dire wolf with glowing blood red eyes bounded over to them.

“I’ve missed you so much, boy! Have you been good?” Jon laughed, embracing his furry friend who was bestowing him with slobbery kisses. Dany sniggered at the sight. Seeing Jon this happy made him look so much younger and carefree. She loved it.

“Ghost, I have someone very important I want you to meet. She is our queen. Don’t go pouncing on her, you hear me?” Ghost let out a whine as if declaring his disappointment. Jon looked back at his queen and reached out for her hand to pull her closer to him. “Your grace, this is Ghost, my dire wolf. He’s been a loyal friend and companion since I was a boy.”

“Hello, Ghost. It’s so great to meet you.” Dany ran her fingers through his thick white fur. It looked almost luminescent under the moonlight and so very soft. Ghost panted and wagged his tail at her touch. He reminded her of her dragons when they were little, leaning into her touch and purring as she stroked their heads.

“They used to call him the runt of the litter because of his snow white coat and red eyes.” Jon scratched the patch of skin between Ghost’s ears. “He may be different but he’s beautiful, Jon.” Dany exclaimed. Jon nodded. “Aye, that he is.” Ghost barked, seemingly agreeing with their compliments towards his appearance.

After playing with Ghost for a while more, Jon stood up and turned to face Dany. “Shall I escort you back to your chambers? You must be famished.” As soon as the word escaped his lips, her stomach let out an unladylike grumble. Jon laughed as the edge of his thumb caressed the apple of her cheek. “You dare laugh at your queen? I could send you to Drogon as his next meal.” Dany said with a huff, compelling herself not to give in, not to melt at his touch.

No man had ever made her feel this way, almost like a young woman her age should. Happy and in love with a suitor. The cruel reality of life made her build a wall around her heart, forcing her to grow up too fast, too soon. Dany learnt the hard way, being vulnerable would only get you hurt. Never trust anyone other than yourself. If she wanted to claim the iron throne, she couldn’t afford any vulnerability. With Jon however, she knew it was okay to let her guard down for a while because he understood what she went through, how far she’s come and how much further she wanted to reach. Even without her permission, this White Wolf with his honourable ways and warm eyes, tore down her walls and crept into her heart, making a home in there alongside the dragon within.

“You wouldn’t. You care for me too deeply, Dany.”


A nickname her brother Viserys gave her all those years ago when they were children. He was her big brother whom she trusted, who she thought cared about her wellbeing. Even after so long, it still hurt. He was her only remaining family and he abused her and sold her like a broodmare when her body was no longer a child’s, in the pretence of wanting to get them home. In hindsight, looking back now, she supposed she had to be thankful for what Viserys did, for all that happened to her. It got her to where she was now. When Jon called her by that nickname that though, it only brought about feelings of affection, sweetness, erasing the emotions they used to invoke, emotions associated with the pain of betrayal.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Jon Snow. Women are unpredictable creatures.” She ran a finger along his scruffy cheek. Jon took hold of her hand and placed a kiss to her palm. “You couldn’t be more right. Come, let’s get some food in you.” Together, they walked hand in hand in the dark of night to her chambers with Ghost trailing along behind them.

A supper of lamb and potatoes with gravy was devoured and washed down with glasses of blackberry wine. Wanting to spend more time together but not wanting to call upon the castle help and risk the whole Northern kingdom knowing about their newly blossoming relationship, they had to stop by the kitchens to “acquire” Jon’s supper and sneak it to Dany’s chamber. The lovers reclined against the headboard of the bed, bellies full, huddled under fur blankets to keep the chill at bay. In the hearth a roaring fire blazed, providing pleasant warmth to the room. Ghost dozed in front of it, snoring quietly.

“Will you be staying the night?” This would be Dany’s first night at Winterfell and she did not want to spend it alone. She’s missed not sharing a bed with Jon; she desired his warm body beside hers. His presence made her feel safe. He made her feel less…. alone.

“Do you want me to, my queen?”

“I would like it very much if you did.” Dany turned on her side to face him.

Jon smiled as he lifted his right arm to welcome her into his embrace. “Then I will stay the night with you.” Dany cuddled into his arms enthusiastically, laying a palm atop his chest and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

“Good.” And preferably every night as well, she thought to herself.

It was too soon in their relationship to be talking about things like marriage, even though Tyrion would definitely encourage it. A military alliance between a king and a queen would be beneficial in her quest to secure the seven kingdoms. But, for now, she would just enjoy as much time with him as she could because who knew what the outcome of the impending war would be.

He smelled of leather, snow, pine and sweat, but most of all he smelled of home, a place she could belong. Her whole life was spent moving constantly from place to place, it would be nice to settle somewhere for a change. Finding home in a person was definitely not something she foresaw happening in her future anymore after the loss of Drogo. Until, she met the King in the North. Someone who frustrated her to no end but intrigued her so much at the same time, who quickly evolved into someone she could not imagine losing, someone whom she treasured dearly.

“What are you thinking about, Dany?”

“I’m thinking about you.”

“And may I ask what about me?”

Dany pushed herself up to look into his eyes. “Did you know, in the past, sometimes at night, I would dream about a faceless lover?”

“And this is related to me how?” Jon narrowed his eyes at his queen, not sure where she was going with this conversation.

“If you would let me finish please!” Dany rolled her eyes at the very attractive but oh so vexing man lying by her side.

“My apologies. Do continue.”

“Some nights, a dream lover would appear. He was always shrouded in shadow. I could never see his face, but I knew he was handsome and close to my age.” Dany lay back down against Jon’s side, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“You see, there were times that even with a lover to warm my bed and followers and advisors accompanying me, I’m not too sure why, but I’ve always felt alone in this world. Something told me the person that I truly needed was out there, somewhere and no one but that person out there could complete me. All the people around me was not this special person whom I’ve yet to meet.” Jon twirled a lock of her hair round his finger as he listened.

“What I remember distinctly from those dreams was a feeling of completion, deep in my heart. When he lay with me, the feeling of loneliness left for a while. That is until I woke. Despite being a very short respite, it still felt good. Even if he was just an image conjured up by my unconscious mind. ” She smiled wistfully as she recounted the dreams of her mystery lover.

Dany shifted even closer to Jon so that they were chest-to-chest and the tips of their noses brushing against one another. “This relates to you, because I experience the same sensation every time when I’m with you. That feeling of completion my dream lover brought me. Could my mystery lover have been you all along, Jon Snow?”

Jon shuddered, feeling the wisps of her warm breathe against his lips as she spoke. Looking into her mesmerizing lilac eyes, he whispered: “I’m not sure, Dany. I can’t peer into that stunning mind of yours to identify him.” Jon tapped the tip of his index finger against her forehead. “But, I am extremely glad that I could chase away some of your loneliness. I understand how that feels, to be surrounded by so many people and still feel lonesome.”


“Absolutely, my queen. I’ve always been somewhat of an outsider. As you know, being a bastard your whole life does that to you. Having my siblings, my brothers of the Night Watch around me didn’t do much to fill this… empty hole in my heart. Something was always missing, like my heart was reserving the space for someone.” As he spoke, his fingertips began tracing nonsensical patterns on Dany’s back.

“That’s how it’s always been, until I met you, my queen. This space, in here?” He lifted her hand and placed it on his scarred chest, directly above where his heart beat strong. “Seems to have been filled.”

“Do you think we were destined to meet, Jon?” All the suffering would have been worth it, if it meant meeting someone who was your equal in every way, who respected you, who shared your ideals, who wasn’t afraid to point out your mistakes and loved you for you, inside and out completely.

A soulmate.

“I’m not much for prophecies or fate.” Jon threaded his fingers through her silver locks, stroking through the curls. Without her tight braids, the silver strands cascaded like a luscious, silky, wavy, moon kissed waterfall, down her back and around them both like a curtain. “All I know is, meeting you was the best thing to happen in my life, in a very long time. Thanks to you, I don’t feel alone anymore. So, thank you, Dany.”

His heartfelt confession struck a chord in her heart bringing forth tears to her eyes. Dany let out a wet chuckle as her heart swelled with love. She couldn’t resist closing the distance between their lips, kissing him deeply, prying his lips apart and delving her tongue into his mouth to intertwine with his. Their tongues danced and battled hungrily, never getting enough of the remnant taste of sweet blackberry wine and a distinct flavour uniquely their own. When air became essential, the lovers broke apart reluctantly, panting, faces flushed, with breathless laughter and smiles of mirth quirking at their kiss-swollen lips.

“I am so very happy that you walked into my life, Jon Snow.” Dany nudged his nose gently with hers. “Let’s vow to enjoy the happy moments that come by, however fleeting they might be.”

“Aye. I promise. We’ll do it together.”

“Yes. Together.”

Summary: In which the blind attempts to lead the blind, except by “blind” I mean “socially awkward.”

It all started on a walk home from a mission.

Naruto, as per usual, had run off the moment they reached the village, opting to not attend their mission debrief with the Hokage in favour of food, leaving Sakura, Sasuke, and Sai to take care of things.

Sakura, being the closet alcoholic they knew she was, was quick to state, “I can go for a drink.”

Sasuke grunted his agreement and Sai only wondered whether or not Sakura, medical genius extraordinaire, was aware of the many negative effects alcohol had on the human body. He decided to ask her as much, prompting Sakura to roll her eyes and punch him lightly – or, at least, what she considered lightly.

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Wounds - Part Three

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: You and Negan sit down and chat about one another’s situations and things heat up

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,881
Warnings: Curses, smutty stuff

You were sat at the small circular table which was covered with a red and white patterned tablecloth which was peppered with holes, curtsy of the mice that now infested the lodge. Before you sat a can of warmed soup, you hadn’t bothered too put it in a chipped, dusty bowl.

You had boarded up all the windows so no orange light from the small, sweetly scented candle would attract the dead.

Opposite you with a matching can of soup was the man you had saved; his greased back hair wasn’t as precise as you had seen it as a few wayward strands of hair fell in front of his face. He licked his lips as he looked at the canned soup that you had so kindly prepared for him.

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Title: The Beginning

Author: Fuckmogar (allmylittlethings on AO3)

Word Count: 1128

Relationships: Turnfreewood (Gavin/Meg/Ryan)

Summary: All it took was a week for Meg to notice. And when she noticed, boy did she notice hard. (I suck at ending stories, bare with me)

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It didn’t take Meg long to notice. The lingering stares the two shared as looked towards each other, tips of each of their ears turning bright red as they realised they had been caught. The way they laughed as Gavin finally managed to hit Ryan with that god forsaken foam bullet and the red cheeks as they were dared to travel through the Freewood tag on Tumblr.

The sexual innuendos making a more common appearance in Lets Plays between the two should have been enough for anyone to make some sort of connection. But it seemed the flirting went over the heads of the rest of the staff, Meg being the only one to really take a firm look at the two co-workers.

Meg Turney was working at Rooster Teeth for a week before she finally understood, before she truly realised the extent of what was going on. What she hadn’t counted on was that hand, the large hand that grasped her arm as its owner welcomed her onto the set of her first appearance on the Patch, the arm that stayed rested for way too long to seem normal.

It startled her the way his voice affected her, the deep sound laced with passion as he talked about new games announced at E3 for the PC. She hadn’t counted on falling for Ryan’s blues eyes, recounting the same feeling from when she looked into Gavin’s eyes for the first time. She hadn’t counted on such a dramatic realisation to take place in the first week of her new job, but boy had it happened and there was no going back now.

It started with the sexual innuendos, the way Gavin’s voice would bounce across the room as he turned to joke around with Ryan, his flushed cheeks proving to Meg how much he certainly wasn’t joking. If you’d walked into the Achievement Hunter at that specific moment, you’d notice the way Geoff rolled his eyes as he told them to get a room, both Gavin and Ryan turning red before they went back to their individual editing.

It annoyed Meg at how blunt, but yet oblivious, these two idiots were. Anybody but them could notice the sexual tension laced between each joke, the obvious affection radiating off the other.

It was at the point where Meg was certain she had to do something, anything at least to combat these two idiots. If they were to oblivious to work it out themselves, than what harm could she do to point them in the right direction.

So the flirting only escalated from there, Meg having decided to join in on the fun. She’d often tackle Gavin to the ground as they had their infamous fight on the way ‘Basil’ was pronounced and whether America or England was the superior. Only as the flirting began to rise, she’d turn back to glance at Ryan, winking and staring until he was red in the face.

It was a plan of hers, to make them realise how good together they’d be. All she’d have to do was be determined and work efficiently. Surely it couldn’t be too hard. She’d often be thinking this as she watched Ryan work, the way he spoke fluently on The Know and how different his persona was outside of Lets Plays. It was fascinating, the way he could change from professional to goofing off in the moment of a second. Meg felt as if she’d fallen in love again.

It was midnight as Meg confronted Gavin, the two of them half asleep in their new bed. Recently they’d bought their first home together, gradually moving out of the small apartment out the back of Geoff’s to the lovely house they now called home. It was part of the reason Meg hadn’t brought it up sooner, not wanting to cause trouble for Gavin when he was already in the mists of moving.

“Hey Gav?” she whispered, turning in his arms as he replied with a soft moan. She giggled before nudging him awake once again.

“Hey Gavvy?” It was now or never. The clock ticked over in the corner as she waited for Gavin to finally wake up, thanking anyone that her patience had decided to be kind to her tonight.

“Yeah love,” He was still half asleep, in the stages between dreaming and falling straight back into the nice comfort of his bed.

“What do you think about Ryan?” Now that woke him up. Shooting straight up in bed, Meg rolled out of his arms to giggle quietly. This was an expected response, the way he startled as soon as he was questioned about his oh-so-obvious crush.

“W-whadya mean?” Gavin questioned, staring back at Meg as she tried to catch her breath. It was quite an amusing sight, a half awake Gavin looking flustered and sleep ridden all at the same time.

“I mean,” she whispered, recovering quickly. She moved to sit on Gavin’s lap before continuing with her speech. “How would you feel if we let Ryan join our relationship?”

It was amusing watching the cogs turn in his head, the face of disbelief crossing his features before he launched himself at her, laughing. “You’re serious? You’re not pulling me leg are you?”

The next morning they confronted Ryan in the deserted Achievement Hunter office. 2 weeks later they went on their first date and another 2 weeks after that they whispered their first ‘I love you’s.

On their 4 month anniversary, Ryan moved into their house. On their 6th they came out to the rest of the company, laughing as they were pelted with the pillows from the Podcast set. On their 1 year anniversary, Meg made her first appearance on the Podcast as they came out to the fans. The support was amazing, and suddenly all they could hear about was this new ship name of ‘Turnfreewood’ from Barbara, and although they complained about it often, they all agreed that it was pretty freaking awesome.  

On their 3 year anniversary, Ryan proposed to them both, and even though Gavin swears he didn’t cry, video footage was enough of an indicator to prove him wrong. On their marriage day, Meg mentions in her vows how grateful she was that she wasn’t as oblivious as the other two, earning her a few laughs and a smack on the back of the head.

For the most part that was true though. She was forever grateful that she managed to pick up on the signs, managed to drag Ryan into their relationship before it was swept under the bus like most ‘what if’s. She was so happy, because without their determination and shameless flirting, they more than likely wouldn’t have been this way today. 4 years of TurnFreeWood and going strong.

anonymous asked:

Okay, this ass slapping thing is quite funny, so I'd like to know Erwin and Mike would handle it if it happened to their s/o. They are always so calm and collected, and this catching them off guard would even for a moment make their expressions priceless. :D

Erwin’s just… confused??? So confused?? Is this, like… a sexual thing, or some sort of inside joke, or another one of those weird trends amongst the cadets??? Someone please help this poor man. Honestly, his S/O probably won’t even tell him, because it’s just so damn funny to watch the cogs turn in his head. Once he figures it out, though, Commander Eyebrows is p i s s e d. Mike’s also confused. He actively makes an effort NOT to know about trends and jokes, because he’s a grumpy little shit most of the time. However, he doesn’t really take very long to figure it out - and he’s shocked AF when he does. Like, he doesn’t even react: just stands completely still, staring. Maybe his eye twitches a little.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs