a thing that happened that I still can't wrap my head around

Aubrey tells Beca about Chloe's toner:
  • [BECA is walking out of an elevator and makes her way down the hallway. Her phone begins ringing and she frowns at the caller I.D. before answering]
  • BECA: Aubrey?
  • AUBREY: Hi Beca. How's L.A.?
  • BECA: Um yeah...good...thanks...?
  • *pause*
  • BECA: So...this is a surprise. I mean, you don't often call me. In fact, you've NEVER called me. Ever. And it's, what *pulls phone from ear to quickly check the time*...3am where you are? Is everything ok?
  • AUBREY: *sighs* No, not really. I called about Chloe.
  • [BECA gets to her hotel room and stops, unlocking the door]
  • BECA: Why, has something happened to her? Is she okay?
  • [BECA steps into her hotel room, closing the door behind her]
  • AUBREY: No, Beca, she's not.
  • [BECA freezes]
  • BECA: Oh my god. What happened?!
  • AUBREY: You did.
  • BECA: What?
  • AUBREY: You happened. Chloe was perfectly fine until you happened.
  • [BECA swallows loudly as she walks over to her hotel bed and sits on the end of it heavily]
  • AUBREY: I've known Chloe for ten years. I'd never seen her look at anyone else the way she looked at you. The way she STILL looks at you.
  • BECA: I don't-
  • AUBREY: *sighs* -Beca, I know you and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye. But there IS one thing that's important to both of us and that's Chloe's happiness, right?
  • BECA: Um...yeah.
  • AUBREY: So why is it since you left I've been having to take care of a mopey Chloe?
  • BECA: Um...
  • AUBREY: She barely eats, barely talks, NEVER laughs...
  • BECA: Aubrey, I-
  • AUBREY: ...it's been three days and you've barely texted her!
  • BECA: Woah Aubrey, I asked her if she was alright with me going and she said yes!
  • AUBREY: Oh WAKE UP Beca!! She never wanted you to leave but she told you you should because she wanted to support you!
  • *pause as AUBREY catches her breath*
  • AUBREY: *sighs* Beca, I promised Chloe I wouldn't tell you this but I can't bear to see her unhappy anymore so...
  • *BECA strains her ears, desperate to know what AUBREY will say*
  • AUBREY: ...Chloe broke up with Chicago before you left.
  • BECA: What? Why didn't she say anything?!
  • AUBREY: Because she believed that this LA thing was your big break. She didn't want to risk telling you and for you to decide not to go and miss out on your dream.
  • BECA: Oh...
  • AUBREY: I just thought you should know because *sighs* Beca I'm not an idiot. I've seen the way you've looked at her during this tour. When she's been with Chicago? That's not the look you give your friend when you dislike the guy she's seeing. BELIEVE me I know, I never liked Chicago either. But not because I was jealous of him.
  • [BECA brings a hand to her face and pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she tries to process what has just been said]
  • AUBREY: Beca this is your life. I'm not going to tell you what to do or how to live it. Just...remember what's important okay?
  • [AUBREY hangs up and BECA places her phone on the bed, looking down at her feet.]
  • ---------------
  • [14 hours later. AUBREY is in her hotel room gathering final strands of her hair to place in an already established 'up-do'. There is a rumble of thunder and heavy rain sounding from outside the window. AUBREY hears a fast knock on the door. She opens the door to see BECA stood on the other side, soaked from the rain, clearly cold, gasping to catch her breath.]
  • AUBREY: Beca wha-
  • BECA: -Where's Chloe?
  • AUBREY: She's gone down to the dressing rooms alrea- hey, wait!
  • [BECA has already begun running off and AUBREY watches as BECA dashes down the hall and through a door that leads to the stairwell.]
  • ---------------
  • [CHLOE stands in front of a long mirror in the dressing room that is situated at the side of the stage where they will be performing their final show of the tour, smoothing down the front of her black dress with her left hand, then glances at her phone in her right. She sighs as she sees she has no message from BECA.
  • FAT AMY clears her throat beside her and CHLOE furrows her brow, looking to her right at FAT AMY and CYNTHIA-ROSE. She sees them nod to the mirror, their eyebrows raised expectantly, presumably to make her look in it's reflection.
  • CHLOE looks back at the mirror and sees in it's reflection BECA stood in the doorway, soaked and breathless. CHLOE turns on the spot and is clearly speechless.]
  • CYNTHIA-ROSE: Um...me and Fat Amy have somewhere we need to be.
  • FAT AMY: We do?
  • [FAT AMY sees CYNTHIA-ROSE's facial expression and clocks on]
  • FAT AMY: Oh RIGHT. Yeah. Let's...go to that place...that we have to go to.
  • [FAT AMY and CYNTHIA-ROSE make their way out of the dressing room, grinning at BECA who gives them both an awkward polite smile before they close the door behind them.
  • BECA begins to slowly walk towards CHLOE who is clearly nervous and surprised.]
  • BECA: So...you broke up with Chicago?
  • CHLOE: Uh...yeah...who-?
  • BECA: Aubrey called me.
  • CHLOE: I told her not to say anythi-
  • BECA: I know. But I'm pleased that she did.
  • [BECA pauses a couple of yards from CHLOE, not bothered that she is still soaked from head to toe.]
  • CHLOE: Your job-?
  • BECA: -Doesn't matter. None of it matters. LA. My dream. None of it. Not really.
  • [BECA slowly takes a few steps forward so she is now mere inches from CHLOE]
  • BECA: But you...
  • [BECA and CHLOE hold eye contact, but it isn't weird. They have looked at each other this intensely before. In that shower cubical at Barden six years ago when they sang 'Titanium' together.]
  • BECA: ...Chloe you matter. You REALLY matter to me.
  • [Tears appear in CHLOE's eyes]
  • BECA: On the flight over here I realised I could live my life just fine without ever becoming a Music Producer. But my life wouldn't be worth living if I didn't have you in it. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner-
  • [BECA's sentence is interrupted as CHLOE brings her hands to BECA's face and pulls her into a deep kiss. BECA immediately wraps her arms around CHLOE's waist pulling her tighter to her. Their faces rock gently from side to side as they intensify the kiss, inhaling deeply. Before long CHLOE opens her mouth wider, inviting BECA's tongue into her mouth which takes CHLOE by surprise and elicits a small squeak from the redhead when BECA begins rolling her tongue with hers. They mutually, reluctantly, break the kiss, grinning. CHLOE bites her bottom lip. BECA keeps her hands in CHLOE's hips.]
  • CHLOE: I...don't know what to say.
  • BECA: Have I mastered the impossible and made the great Chloe Beale speechless?
  • [CHLOE lets out a small giggle then her face turns serious as her blue eyes inspect BECA's face nervously.]
  • CHLOE: I don't want to say how I'm feeling in case I freak you out.
  • BECA: Chloe...?
  • [BECA smiles softly, leans her face closer to CHLOE's face, and keeps CHLOE's eye contact with her own eyes.]
  • BECA: *whispers* I love you.
  • [A smile spreads on CHLOE's face as she takes a deep breath]
  • CHLOE: *whispers* I love you too.
  • [BECA and CHLOE kiss again, this time gently.]
  • FAT AMY: *outside the closed door* Can we come in yet?
  • [BECA and CHLOE part their lips, holding each other's hands as they lean their foreheads against each other. BECA closes her eyes clearly frustrated with FAT AMY's timing.]
  • FAT AMY: *outside the closed door* It's just...Aubrey's out here and really wants us to finish getting ready - OW!!
  • [BECA and CHLOE pull their faces apart. CHLOE giggles quietly as BECA rolls her eyes at FAT AMY getting into trouble with AUBREY.]
  • FAT AMY: Okay FINE, Aubrey says take as long as you need - OW!!
  • *pause*
  • FAT AMY: Look, can we just come in before I get battered again? - OW!! Aubrey what now?!
  • [BECA looks to CHLOE apologetically and CHLOE gives her a wink with a sweet smile. BECA quickly leans back to CHLOE and places a brief kiss on her lips before turning her head to the door of the dressing room.]
  • BECA: Alright Amy, you can come in.
  • [The door of the dressing room swings open and FAT AMY, AUBREY, and CYNTHIA-ROSE stand in the doorway with expectant looks on their faces, the rest of THE BELLA's stood behind them with similar expressions. They all squeal in excitement at the sight of BECA and CHLOE grinning whilst holding hands and everyone outside the door tumble into the dressing room to congratulate BECA and CHLOE.]
Keeping Your End of the Bargain

I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises. 

Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:

He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.


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This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha
which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.

This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.

aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.

Lance’s leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to look at it just made him feel worse than before. 

Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of the five of them who could still stand on two feet.

But Lance couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.

They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at that— he was the one to land a shot there.

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if you can't handle the heat... | m

◇ if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen… or stay to watch~

◇ Wonwoo x reader x Mingyu

◇ werewolf!au

◇ requested by anon; Can I request a werewolf!AU with poly meanie? I am honestly down for those at any time and absolutely in love with the fics that you have written!

◇ so I finally decided to do a poly!wolf!meanie that wasnt angst!! Amazing!!! Also i found that my past fics were somehow more wonwoo centred for some reason (i know the reason, I’m a wonwoo hoe), so i made this one a lil more mingyu centred // its abit short too but i hope u guys still enjoy!!

◇ So this has some characteristics of a/b/o, such as heat, but its different in that while there are alphas betas and omegas, not every wolf is one of the three. So basically a regular werewolf au just with the added heat!

◇ Warnings bc i always forget: voyeurism, knotting, kitchen sex, overall smuttiness????


Summer meant lots of things — it meant rainbow popsicles and sand sticking to your legs and the blistering heat pressing against your skin like the weight of the world.

It meant taking a day away from the world and driving to God knows where just to drive — it meant running out of sunscreen within a day because Mingyu needed adequate skin protection, or walking halfway across the city to get Wonwoo’s favourite ice cream even though you feel as if you’re about to melt onto the sidewalk.

And, unfortunately — or fortunately, depending on your mood — for you, it also meant a week long heat that included feeling light-headed, cranky, sick, and aroused in waves 24/7 — well, until your needs were fulfilled and you were knotted.

Your heats started at around 16, just a few years ago, and up until you met Wonwoo and Mingyu, you had just let the stomach aches and constant dizziness and arousal pass and fade. But as time passes, the waves of symptoms get stronger and more painful until you literally couldn’t function — which is why you were particularly lucky for having Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Your first wave takes you by surprise, because it’s early.

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  • Doctor who: a tv show about an alien with a magical time travel box who turns into a different person instead of dying
  • Audiences: fair enough
  • Doctor who: has timelines where people don't meet in the right order so you have to figure out where a given story takes place from the perspective of multiple characters, not just where it fits in the main story. Also sometimes two versions of the same character are present in the same place at the same time at different points in their personal timeline
  • Audiences: we understand this
  • Doctor who: has storylines involving characters altering history so that things that have happened in the past no longer happened but some characters still remember the version of events where they did happen, sometimes involving whole alternate timelines where things happen like stars ceasing to exist
  • Audiences: it's simple really....
  • Doctor who: has a companion who split herself into every point in another characters timeline and exists now as multiple independent identical entities throughout time and space. has a companion who turned into a plastic roman but got retconned out of it but still remembers being a plastic roman. has a character who turns out to be the daughter of two much younger characters and also their childhood best friend and also the main character's wife who also kills the main character.
  • Audiences: well of course
  • Doctor who: invents hundreds of alien races and fictional planets with names like raxacoricofallapatorius for you to learn
  • Audiences: I'm fine with this
  • Doctor who: casts a woman
  • Audiences: I can't wrap my head around this. unbelievable.

Headcanon that Viktor and Yuuri do not really fare very well during fights.

They do fight like most couples do. It does not matter what they fought about; there are just those days when the timing is not right, and their reactions are not proportional to what they are arguing about. Sometimes it is Viktor who is not in the mood and it just so happened that that it is an off-day for Yuuri, too. Sometimes it is Yuuri who points something out, a minor thing like dog food running out or dishes left in the sink, but it had been a long day for Viktor and he had not yet told Yuuri that he got an earful from Yakov earlier that day over one thing or another.

So they fight. Tempers flare and sometimes it is petty. They both dislike yelling, but then there are also those days, and sometimes they say things they do not mean. One person’s eyes sting first and that usually puts a stop to things – but then, the damage has been done. Sometimes they apologize immediately, but there are also days when they just part ways. Yuuri tends to leave first more often than not, locking himself in the bedroom or the bathroom or wherever there are four walls and a closed door that would keep him away from Viktor.

There are those days, albeit few and far in between (which is good because they truly are the worst of days), when they would fight so badly that night would find them with one in the bedroom and the other on the couch. It is usually Yuuri who refuses to join Viktor in bed; he doesn’t like touching Viktor when they are in a fight.

What they never really managed, though, is to spend an entire night apart. Always, be it at midnight or as late as 4 am, Viktor would come out of the bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yuuri,” he would say, voice low so as not to startle Yuuri awake, should he already be asleep. (Yuuri never is, on nights like that.)

Sometimes Yuuri would turn to him; sometimes he would not. Either way, Viktor would pad quietly across their moonlit living room and usually find Yuuri curled up in a bundle under his own blanket, awake and miserable. He does not say anything, his Yuuri, but then Viktor knows him well enough not to expect it. So instead, he would just kneel down at the front end of the couch, move slowly so as to let Yuuri stop him any time in case he was still angry with Viktor. Yuuri never is and neither does he ever stop Viktor, and if anything his eyes would sparkle in the moonlight, sad and expectant, and it is how Viktor knows: Yuuri is sorry, too.

Viktor would open his arms and Yuuri would fall into them, his relief obvious in the way he sharply inhales like one breaking the surface after nearly drowning. The hug is never gentle, always nearly crushing Viktor’s neck by how tightly he clings to him, but Viktor never minds. He only also breathes in deeply and shakily, holding Yuuri just as tightly, before wrapping the blanket he brought around the both of them. If he had his way, he would pull the blanket over Yuuri’s head and just hold him to his chest, reclaim him for himself and hide him completely from the world. His, his, his - never to leave him, never, never not his, not even when the fights are so bad that Viktor could feel his heart break over again whenever he remembers them.

He makes do with wrapping the blanket around them as tightly as he can manage. Yuuri never complains, so Viktor wonders if it comforts Yuuri, too. They fall asleep like that, locked still in their tight embrace after many kisses and whispered apologies, limbs tangled beneath the blanket that would surely be too warm and stifling when they wake mid-morning. It is not always the most comfortable thing, waking up that way, but they never really got rid of making up like this – not when, at least in the evenings, lying together like that feels absolutely perfect, and is everything that they needed.

Hey so I’m thinking about Kara and M’gann again and I wrote some stuff because goddamn it I am gonna build this city from the ground up if it’s the last thing I do.

strange girls in a strange land

It’s never a secret. For the first time in Kara’s thirteen years on Earth, there’s no great revelation. There isn’t anything to reveal.

This weight that she’s carried with her into every relationship outside the Danvers that she’s ever tried to build since she landed—it suddenly becomes inconsequential, when they’re together. The fact that Kara is Kryptonian, that she is Supergirl. The distinction between Kara Danvers and Kara Zor-El and National City’s resident hero. The deception; the disguise.

There’s no pretense between them, no pretending, no parts to play. They meet in the ring as Supergirl and Miss Martian, and then a few days later Kara Danvers shows up at the alien bar—and M’gann knows. It’s not something she needs to deduce or figure out after they’ve known each other a while. She just looks at Kara and she knows—it’s just a simple unconscious observation, as clear to see as the gold of Kara’s hair or the blue of her eyes.

M’gann slides Kara an Aldebaran rum and Kara doesn’t even realize that she’s still wearing her glasses.

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Used to This - Part II

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, with special guest appearance by Sam

Word Count: 2,524

Warnings: Nightmares, crap motel blankets, cold feet, language, and FLUFF

A/N: I thought the first part of this was just gonna be a drabble. Then it turned into a oneshot. Now it’s turned into a mini series. Oops. Blessings bestowed up on @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for fixing my letter errors and giving me all the encouragement. And Lee is the whole reason this second part even exists, so thanks to her for demanding more.

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Cold. I noticed it in my toes first, a sharp sensation that had my feet stretching down in desperate search of my quilt. Chill bumps prickled my legs and quickly traveled up my spine and down my arms. An involuntary shudder briefly shook my shoulders. Where are my damn covers?

A sensation of blissful warmth tickled my memory, and in one quick flash it all came back to me. My eyes snapped open, my chills long forgotten as I blinked and waited for my pupils to dilate. The cold had already answered my inquiry, but my adjusted eyes confirmed it; Dean was gone.

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Manspreading (Part 3)

Word Count: 9k

  “Don’t bring the dog into this. He’s young and he doesn’t need this kind of stuff pushed on him. He’ll grow up to have issues.” 

“Very funny, Tae. You’re a real funny guy. You know what else is funny? Your chances of sleeping in the same bed as me this month.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Epilogue

It wasn’t at all unusual for you to wake up smothered by the sixty-two kilograms of pure heat and clinginess that was Kim Taehyung. What was unusual however was how inappropriately naked the both of you were at the moment, and the suspiciously hard thing pressing against your side.

You’ve been awake for a good while now having an internal breakdown and devising increasingly elaborate plans to get yourself out of Taehyung’s loving death-grip. You wonder if you could slip out of his arms for a quick reprieve in the shower before you have to really face him, because right now you couldn’t think very clearly when he was so close to you and his addicting scent was bombarding your brain. He was always a heavy sleeper, and you figured you had a fairly good chance of slipping away without waking him up. When your eyes opened up and met his entirely too awake ones, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

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anonymous asked:

AU where the guys' S/O loses their sight instead of Iggy? They put on a brave face, insisting that they won't be slowed down, that they can still keep up and fight. They act like it's not as big a deal--when eventually they can't keep bottling it up. Reality can't be avoided forever, and they're *terrified*. Scared of being left behind, a burden, and understanding if their boyfriend wishes to abandon their relationship. He wouldn't, but they're so *scared*. They finally cry after the injury.


When I received this ask, I audibly said “Oh wow,” in the middle of the living room. So happy y’all picked it for tonight. Hope you like it. 

Tagging cool people who might enjoy these angsty af feels: @stunninglyignis​, @themissimmortal​, @nifwrites​, @electronerd47​, @ebony-and-chocobos​, @stephicness​, @itshaejinju​ <3 


“He’s awake, Y/N,” Ignis’s distinguished voice rang through your ears in an echo. 

You never knew how loud the world truly was until you were robbed of your sense of sight. 

“Would you like me to assist you to him?” Ignis offered you in a volume just higher than a whisper. Ever since your incident during the Starscourge, you denied any sort of handicap or assistance from any of your traveling companions. 

“No, Ignis. I’m fine,” you stated rather coldly, raising to your feet from the fitted chair that you had become rather fond of during your stay in Altissia’s Leville. 

You couldn’t remember the color of it… but the fabric felt comforting underneath your finger tips. 

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High Tensions - Auston Matthews

Requested by Anon: Can you do one where the reader is Mitch Marner’s best friend but the reader an Auston hate each other (they actually like each other). They bicker a lot and then Mitch teases them into confessing. I loved your JVR one by the way!

Word Count: 1601
Team: Toronto Maple Leafs
Warnings: None

I hope you enjoy the approach I took with this! (:

“I still don’t understand why you two hate each other,” Mitch remarked as you two sat curled up on the couch in Mitch’s living room chatting after not seeing each other for a while. Mitch had been on a road trip with the Leafs that felt like forever while you had been drowning in homework and midterms. But now that your midterms were over, and the boys were back, you two had a day to hang out again. The only unfortunate part was that Mitch happened to live with the one Leaf you couldn’t stand. Auston Matthews. Luckily, Matthews had gone out with some of the other guys on the team while Mitch stayed back to hang out with you.

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"I Can't." A Sad Solangelo Fic

Hiya! This is a fic based on this post on @solangelo blog. Which I can only assume is a request based on this @willsolaced fic. Enjoy!

Nico di Angelo didn’t expect anyone to knock on his cabin door today. He didn’t expect it to be his boyfriend. And he especially didn’t expect him to be sobbing.

“Woah woah woah, what’s wrong, Sunshine?” Nico shook his hands in the air a few times before deciding to use them to pull Will Solace into his arms.

Nico scolded himself for hesitating, but what could he say? He had never even seen his boyfriend close to tears before. It was a bit shocking to him.

Nico had been sitting there on his bunk when there was a knock on his door. He answered to find an exhausted and disheveled son of Apollo on his front stoop.

Will’s eyes were red and his face wet, he was wearing his white doctor’s coat and was only wearing one blue rubber glove.

The blonde boy spoke from Nico’s shoulder. His voice was raspy and quiet, but definitely there.

“I can’t do this, Neeks.” He whispered.

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kitsunesongs  asked:

Angel Obi-Wan has to deal with the fact that a) he can't hide what/who he is (cause glowing skin and wings made of light and unearthly beauty), b) every darksider/criminal/bad person in the galaxy wants to keep him as a trophy, and c) his adorable, over-awed padawan Anakin is steadily getting more and more possessive and protective every time that happens...

Feathery soft lashes rested against glowing cheeks as Anakin watched his master in awe, Obi-Wan’s quiet breaths filling the air of their shared room in the ship transport they were on.

It had taken Anakin a week to get used to the low dim in a darkened room as Obi-Wan glowed even when asleep, unable to control it as his body finally relaxed. There was a soft shifting noise, like a breeze of air and blue eyes shifted from the others face to his back, watching the glowing appendages of his back shift lightly.


Obi-Wan’s wings.

As intangible as air but as warm as Tatooine’s suns on his face with light just as bright this close.

Padme had the beauty of an angel of Iego. That’s what he had said and then he had meet an actual angel who huffed at him and rolled his eyes.

‘Half. I’m half an angel and its called Diathim.’ He had mumbled before turning to Master Qui-Gon, his face going from annoyance to worry, wings fluttering as he reached for the older man and rested healing hands on his shoulders.

Qui-Gon had just laughed and brushed the hands of him, smiling at Anakin with his deep blue eyes curved as he explained that Obi-Wan was from Milius Prime and his padawan, his learner. Obi-Wan had sighed and then smiled at Anakin too, careful hands helping the child up before helping his master as he apologized for his grouchiness.

Apparently he got a lot of attention because of his glow.

Attention of those who would keep him, chain him, make him do things that Anakin knew he shouldn’t really know about at his age but that a lifetime of slavery had imprinted into his mind. Things that Obi-Wan had no wish or desire to do.

Quietly he shifted of his bunk and moved to Obi-Wan’s bunk, crawling in with him as the redhead mumbled and automatically made space for him, arms wrapping around Anakin’s still desert slender frame.

This was his Master, an actual angel who smiled for him and let him curl up in his arms.


There’s something terrible in keeping Obi-Wan a prisoner.

Or perhaps its just in Anakin’s mind as he watches his Master be dropped into a glass container of all things, a collar around his neck that cuts him from the Force before he is levered up into the air.

They are using him like a Force damned light-bulb, raised over the party goers who can see him.

Anakin’s palms were sweating at his anger that he’s struggling to contain.

They were going to sell him.

Sell Obi-Wan to the highest bidder.

All of these people…

He bit his lips viciously, resisting the urge to just run in there and fight them all to save Obi-Wan.

So he watched the other Jedi wake and slowly sit up in the damn transparent bulb, kneeling in it with his hands examining the collar on his neck and a scowl on his face before Obi-Wan closed his eyes to meditate and ignore the party goers and comments about ‘pretty angels’.

Oh Anakin was going to take pleasure in the buffet table blowing up and scaring all these people.


“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighed as the teen kept his arms tight around his waist, head buried into his side. “I’m fine. Its alright.” He murmured in assurance to the twelve year old, resting a hand in the others blond hair. “They didn’t hurt me.”

“I know, they wanted to sell you.” Was muttered into his tunic.

“…Anakin, I would have escaped the moment they let me out of the container.” Obi-Wan pointed out carefully. “They can’t bind my wings.”

Anakin didn’t answer, only tightened his grip on the Jedi.

No one was ever going to take Obi-Wan away from him.

I’m With You (one-shot)

Chris Evans x Reader

I have a thing (like most in the marvel fandom), for the phrase “I’m with you till the end of the line”. So this is a little reimagine of that. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: fluffy, fluff, fluff. Angst(?) but not really.

Originally posted by emilyblunts

“Okay so August through January is filming for that movie” I point to the corresponding script, waiting for confirmation. He nods before I continue, “and then March through June is filming for that one” He nods his confirmation again. “And they’re both in Atlanta?” I question.

“No, first one is Atlanta, second one is Atlanta for the first few weeks and then we go to Europe for a while”

“Right, okay”

“God, it’s literally all year, I’m going to be gone all year” He buries his face in his hands and I can see his stress bubbling.

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reticentseiko  asked:

How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.

The Sound of Your Smile

Ignis x F!OC
Word count: 1853

Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!

Tagging @iinkpools because Ignis. And reasons.

Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.

Or so he thought.

“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”

Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”

“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”

Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”

“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”

Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.

“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”

There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.

Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”

Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”

The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”

When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”

“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”

“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”

“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”

Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“How long will I be in recovery for?”

“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”

“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”

“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”

Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.

As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.

She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.

He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.

The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.

“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.

“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”

After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”

Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.

Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.

Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.

“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”

“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”

The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.


“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”

Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.

“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”

Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.

The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.

“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.

Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.

She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.

She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.

“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”

He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.

askinfresh  asked:

hiya lovely! So on Tuesday I'm going into major surgery and I'm pretty nervous about it. So if you have time, could I get some UT/UF/US bros comforting a S/O who's about to go into a 6 hour surgery? Thanks so much <3

(*Of course! <3  I’m sorry to hear about the surgery!  Everything will go well, sweetie, so don’t worry.  I’ll be checking on you! )


“hey kiddo, don’t be nervous.”

Sans wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his side.  The idea of the human hospital actually freaks him out a little, but you’d never be able to guess from his careful smile.  He rubs his hand along your upper arm, tilting his skull against the side of your head.  "the docs know what they’re doing.  you’re just going to take a little nap.  heh, what'dya say we practice for tomorrow?“

Sans begins to lie back, pulling you with him, cradling you against his chest. “by the time we’re done, you’ll be such a pro, you can do it with your eyes closed,” he teases lightly, chuckling.  He proceeds to just hold you on the couch, rubbing your back lightly, lulling you to sleep in his arms.


“DON’T WORRY, HUMAN!  EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT!  THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWS THIS TO BE A FACT!”  Papyrus says it with such confidence that it’s practically impossible to doubt him.  His hands are on your shoulders, his grin wide.  "I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT WATCHING HUMAN SURGERIES ON THE INTERNET!  WHILE THEY ARE QUITE UNSETTLING AND ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING–“  He breaks off; honestly, he’s a little shaken after watching them, but he’s trying not to let it show.  He had no idea you were so fragile, that so much went into the repair of human bodies.  He only stayed up all night because he couldn’t sleep without nightmares after watching the videos.  Still, he’s determined to be the best skelebae possible.  


He breaks off again, sweating.  He’s blowing it.  "THE RECOVERY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”  And what a great save!  "I’LL NURSE YOU BACK TO FULL HEALTH, AND TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING, SO DON’T YOU WORRY!  YOU WON’T HAVE TO LIFT A FINGER UNTIL YOU’RE COMPLETELY RECOEVERED!  AND I’LL BE THERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP!“  He pulls you against his chest– at this point, to comfort both of you.


"c'mere, sweetheart.  i can make you forget about tomorrow.”

Red grasps your hands and tugs you into his lap, his fingers automatically shifting to your hips once you’re seated.  He’s smirking as he pulls you close against his chest, his teeth lightly grazing the side of your neck.  He knows better than to leave any marks on you before a surgery–although, he has to admit that marking you is pretty tempting, if just to have a reminder to everyone involved that you belong to him.  No, he’s just trying to get your mind off it for now, to give you a reprieve from the bundle of nerves gathering in your stomach.  

He tilts his head up and presses his sharp teeth against your lips.  

“don’t think about it.  just think about me,” he murmurs, his voice practically a growl against your mouth.  

And he quickly makes sure the only thoughts in your head are about him.  



Papyrus is self-assured, his arms crossed and a scowl weighing heavily across his face.  While he means every word, he’s secretly concerned; the idea of humans operating on you doesn’t inspire confidence in him.  He’d much rather locate a monster with healing magic, even though you’ve explained to him that this is what’s best for your health.  

He looks away, hiding his concern behind his irritation.  "…I’LL BE THERE, YOU KNOW.  WHEN YOU… SLEEP, AND WHEN YOU WAKE UP.“  His voice, while still boisterous, comes out a little softer.  He reaches out and grabs the back of your head, pulling you against his chest with one arm.  He’s still looking away, his expression shifting to something much softer–something he doesn’t want you to see.  His gloved fingers stroke the nape of your neck.




He can’t keep it together.  Sweet little Blueberry discovered what happened during a human surgery, and it has rattled his bones in a way that nothing else has.  The fact that you’re going to be subjected to it frightens his very SOUL.  He’s trembling, giant tears pricking the corner of his eyesockets, while his gloved hands are fisted at his sides.  

“I..I-I’M SORRY!” He finally wails, throwing himself at you.  His arms wrap around your frame, and he buries his face against your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking.  "I’M S-SUPPOSED TO BE STRONG AND…AND COMFORT YOU, BUT…!“  He breaks off, hugging you tighter.  "I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT I’LL DO IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU!!”

In the end, Papyrus ends up having to comfort both of you.  


Even though you’re Stretch’s mate, Blueberry is still crying over the fact that you’re going to have surgery.  He’s watched some videos, and they scarred him for life, so he’s way more inconsolable than you are.  Papyrus ends up drawing you against his chest, his other arm snagging his brother and pulling him against his side.  

“it’s going to be ok, bro.  the docs know what they’re doing. they do this all the time.  human bodies are different from ours.  they’re strong.  they can handle this,” he assures Blueberry, which does seem to calm the smaller skeleton.  He breathes in deep, looking from Papyrus to you.  


“yep, it’s all ok.  it just happens sometimes.  no biggie.”  He shrugs, and you know he’s downplaying it (on the inside, he’s definitely not as calm as he appears), but he’s not going to let his true feelings show.  With his brother calm, he twists to wrap both arms around you, pulling you down onto the couch, so you’re sprawled out halfway on top of him.  Sans sits beside the two of you and wraps an arm around you, leaving you in a pile of pokey skeletons.  

“it’s all going to be ok.  one minute you’re asleep, the next you’re awake–and probably going to say some hilarious things.”  His lazy grin lifts into a smirk.  "don’t worry.  i’ll capture every glorious moment on my phone so you won’t miss a thing.“  He smirks, chuckling, while you swat his arm and Blueberry mock-chides him.  Then, the two brothers pull you closer.

tbh i’m always thinking about neil and matts friendship but here i am at 12:30 getting too emotional

☆ matt is a year younger than the girls but a year older than the monsters
☆this means there is a year where the girls are gone but matt is still playing
☆ and it’s his last year with the foxes so he really wants to make it count
☆ not only is he going to be done playing with his family, he still has to be working hard to get scouted by a pro team
☆ but the foxes aren’t great, they aren’t the fantastic winners they used to be
☆ (thanks to the newbies that don’t have the murder and kidnapping as a shared life experience with the rest of the team)
☆ it’s safe to say matts stressed
☆ he wants to win to secure a good team but more so that he wants to win because it’s his last year
☆ all the stress he’s felt is built up into their games and explodes on the court
☆ he’s being reckless and jittery but managing to channel his energy and be and amazing player
☆ (it’s one of the only times kevin will admit to his face that he is deserving of court)
☆ but it isn’t enough
☆ the foxes lose and matt is devastated
☆ they didn’t even make it to the final showdown
☆ and no one seems to notice the spiral he goes into
☆ he doesn’t turn back to drugs but he stops reaching out to dan for small things
☆ he stops trying to see if nicky wants to take a break from studying and play some mario kart
☆ he stops asking neil to meet up for lunch
☆ in a move reminiscent of andrew minyard, matt find himself on the roof
☆ he doesn’t have a mob boss looming over his head demanding he play exy like kevin or neil
☆ he doesn’t need to play to make his livelihood, dans salary will eventually provide for the both of them
☆ so he sits on the roof and looks out over the smallish campus he’s know for the past 5 years
☆ and wonders how things could have gone differently
☆ he sneaks away when he knows no one will follow him
☆ when he knows he won’t be a bother to anyone
☆ but neil isn’t harry potter, he’s actually perceptive and uses his observations to help
☆ he noticed matt withdrawing himself from his friends
☆ initially, neil was too caught up in his on worry from losing to notice what was happening
☆ it was his first year as full captain, and he wasn’t taking care of his team
☆ he wasn’t sure how he knew where matt would be, but he felt drawn to the roof
☆ when he showed up, matt was immodestly shutting down
☆"ah, hey neil! how are you doing?“
☆"just checking in. seeing what you’re up to.”
☆"just enjoying the weather, hah. didn’t mean to pull you away"
☆"what’s going on, matt?“
☆ he tried to keep it in, he really did
☆ but there was something about neil that just made matt spill everything that had been going on
☆ all of his nerves and stress was laid out onto the table for neil to see
☆ he didn’t want to burden neil with his problems but once he started he couldn’t stop
☆ he talked in circles until he felt there was not more that could be said
☆"so that’s where i’m at.”
☆ neil didn’t laugh at him
☆ or tell him his problems were inconsequential
☆ he wrapped his arms around matt and pulled him back down to matt’s suite
☆ he rounded up the remaining original foxes
☆ (including aaron to everyone’s surprise)
☆ together they watched exy highlights (for kevin), some movies (for andrew), played some video games (for nicky), and spent a couple hours in each other’s company
☆ in the morning matt called dan and talked to her about all the things he was going through
☆ as they headed back to practice the next week, matt stopped neil with a hand on his shoulder
☆ neil motioned andrew to head out without him
☆"neil, i just want to say thank you for everything you did. for listening to my problems and not laughing at me.“
☆"of course, matt. you’re my best friend, i’ll always be here for you.”
☆"same goes for you man.“
☆they were silent for a moment that was slightly awkward as they shared small smiles
☆ matt clasped his hand on neil’s shoulder
☆"lets go play some exy”

anonymous asked:

I didn't know I needed Twinsuns in my life until I read that. And now I just can't get the thought out of my mind of little frail Ben crawling into Mace's lap and just making himself at home. Right in the middle of the meeting when Qui-Gon presents both him and Anakin to the Council.

Ben is strange.

Ben is different.

Ben is not scared of the Jedi council at all and for a moment Qui-Gon wonders what will happen as Ben steps away from him towards Mace and crawls into his lap with no fear as he peers up at the Korun. “If you don’t send more then Master Jinn to Naboo, he’s going to die.” He offered seriously at the Master of the Order.

Mace, for all his vaunted control, looked stunned at the turn the meeting had taken. “Indeed youngling?”

“The red lightstaff goes there.” Ben pointed at a section of Mace stomach before giving Qui-Gon a worried look as the one eyed Jedi master held Anakin by the shoulder still. The blond was smiling nervously at his twin.

Ben just looked back up at Mace.  “If you don’t send more after the Zabrak, its going to be a pyre, not a returned Jedi Master.”

“Ben sees things. His mother confirmed that Ben knew I was arriving on Tatooine before we even landed.” Qui-Gon offered. “He’s very Force sensitive, he and Anakin both.”

Ben is different and he can twist even the sternest Jedi Master around his finger. Of that Qui-Gon is perfectly sure as he watches Mace wrap gentle arms around the fragile shape on his lap.

‘He needs a Jedi Master that can take care of him…’ Qui-Gon shifted and squeezed Anakin’s shoulder gently.


“Jocasta, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“What is it now Qui-Gon, another book you want me to find?”

“No. Have you considered taking a padawan lately?”


‘Be careful of snakes wearing a peacocks disguise…’ The words echoed in Padme’s mind as she spoke to Palpatine. Just as Ben had told her, someone had suggested a vote of no confidence and it was Palpatine, a man she had long considered as close to Naboo as herself. Yet…

Now she was doubtful.

Ben had known about them coming to Tatooine.

Had known so much.

Had warned her.

A snake in peacock feathers….a apt description. ‘Or…’ A insidious voice inside of her whispered. ‘Dressed like a supreme chancellor…as if he already had the office…’

Padme pinched her lips together and looked to Panaka, the captain giving a slow nod as she had warned him.

Yes it was time to take a look into their Senator’s past and representation of Naboo.


Ben quietly let Anakin care for his stump, as always amazed at his brothers innate Force ability. ‘But then again, it is Anakin.’ He gave the other a soft smile and Anakin beamed back as he continued to spread warmth into the stump of Ben’s stump.

At times like this, it was easy to remember that his name was Ben, actual blood brother to Anakin Skywalker and not Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He didn’t mourn that, not anymore. He adored his mother, adored his life with Anakin despite the harshness of slavery.

He had plucked himself out of the timeline only to be born again later with faded memories of the life had as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Enough remained to change history.

Enough to take care of Anakin and Shmi.

And the raw Force ability that was now his…

He shifted closer to Anakin and let his stump drop to his lap as he leaned into the blonds warm arms, getting a hug.

“Thank you Anakin.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome. Are you cold?” Anakin nuzzled lightly at his brother.

“Not really. Master Windu’s robe is rather warm.” He offered quietly and grinned at the other when he giggled and tugged on the large robe the Korun had wrapped around Ben and Anakin after he had lead them out of the council chamber.

“I can’t believe you crawled into his lap Ben.”

“He’s a stern man, but he likes younglings.” Ben rested his head on Anakin’s shoulder.

The two settled quietly outside the council chamber as they waited for Qui-Gon to return or for the Council to take their decision, whichever cake first.

“…Where is mom going to go Ben?” Anakin whispered.

“With Padme.” Came a just as quiet whisper.

“Oh…what’s she going to do?”

Ben closed his eyes, breathing as he let the chaotic Force in him conjure images. “…A handmaiden for her. Padme’s going to look after her Anakin.” He smiled and opened his eyes as he snuggled closer.

“Is Qui-Gon going to be your master?” The blond continued asking, wanting to know for the safety of his family.

Ben puckered his lips. “No. He’s going to be yours. He’s going to teach you well.”

“But what about you Ben?”

Ben smiled a bit and looked to the elevator that gave a soft ping. “My master is coming now.”

Out of the elevator stepped Qui-Gon and a stern faced woman with her hair pinned back.

“Ben, Anakin, I want you two to meet a fellow Jedi Master of mine.” Qui-Gon offered as introduction. “This is Madam Nu. Head Archvist of the library.”

Ben got to his feet, leaving the warmth of Mace robe and gave the lady a low bow at the waist as if he was greeting a dignitary. “Greetings Master Nu.”

An approving glitter entered her eyes as she nodded. “Hello younglings. Qui-Gon says you’re in need of a Master young Skywalker.”

“I am.” Ben smiled at her, his green eyes glittering back.

She smiled slowly at the sensation she was getting in the Force of the young man and looked to Qui-Gon, who was looking hopefully back at her.

“I see what you meant Qui-Gon…alright. Yes.” She knelt down and offered her hand to the redhead. “Would you like to be my padawan then, Ben Skywalker?”

“I’d like that Master Jocasta.” Ben stepped forward and took her hand in his, holding onto it tightly as he imagined the archives and all the knowledge he could now relearn.

Behind him, Anakin beamed, knowing his brother would still be with him.

Into It (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Suho

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,219

Summary:  Suho is the mysterious new kid on campus. No one knows much about him, except that he seems to have a certain attraction to you.

Originally posted by lifemindwalker88

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bootyshakerkegrimm  asked:

I'm new to the blog and can't see anywhere on here about the ask box being closed, sorry in advance if the ask box is closed. Could you do hcs for Murdoc and 2D who have an s/o who can make really sexual jokes and stuff, but is actually a shy virgin?

Usually if you have the option to submit an ask it means the ask box is open. We just closed it so you got it in right on time! Apologies in advance if this posting turns out weird I’m not sure what my computer is doing to me today but I’ve already had to write this twice. Hopefully it’s as good as it was the first time! *nervous laughter*

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