after many tears and many hours of writing - it is here

An open letter to my husband

by reddit user VenomousHeroine

A friend of mine recently bought a second hand laptop from a busy garage sale, the seller said that the thing won’t turn on. Being the nerd that he is, my friend got it working and found a strange letter saved on it. He mailed it to me after I asked him if I could share it here. So here goes:

“Dear Matthew,

I’m writing to you to tell you that I know everything that you do not want me to know. I know you must dread hearing this- especially coming from me, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say.

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anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.

I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 

Victor’s Bad Days...

Yuuri will easily come right out and say it.

Some days, Yuuri Katsuki does not want to get up. He doesn’t want to exist, he wants to disappear and never be seen again no matter how wonderful his life may end up. People close to him have known about his anxiety episodes for years. The closest of those people know how to deal with it; when to give him space and when to support him.
He’s satisfied with that group and knows how to cope on his own, accepting that those bad days do not define him. Everyone deserves to take time off sometimes to just breathe…

Everyone, Victor thinks, except himself.

He won’t admit it to anyone, even himself, that a Living Legend can have bad days.

When those days would come before, he’d shut his mind off and focus solely on his skating career. It’s not like he was close enough to anyone for them to notice that something may have been “off”; all his rink mates saw him as a man married to the sport and considered his aloof behavior normal. Little did they know how often Victor wished someone, anyone, would just tell him that he’s not okay and that that fact was okay.

The only person who undoubtedly can see right through him is Yuuri Katsuki, and he always knows when he’s having one of those days. It can be frustrating for someone so used to being alone, but he’s learning to accept the concern and open up a little more when he feels depressed.

Still, it’s difficult, and he almost always denies the real problem.

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Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 2

  Harry Styles was the clingy type of boyfriend. When the nights came that you were finally able to share the same bed, Harry would sleep with an arm draped over you. During the night, the heat would make you want to pry his arm off of you, but every time, he would wake up and put his arm over you once again. He’d never tell you the reason why, but it was due to paranoia. Paranoid that one day you’ll be tired of having to sneak around, of having your relationship hidden, of not being able to show the world, how much you both loved each other. He felt that if you were to leave him, you would do it in the middle of night. He knew that even in your most selfish moment, you would think of him and not be able to let him see you walk away. Therefore, he never let you go.

  One night, many thoughts roamed your head. Fans were beginning to speculate about your relationship, and as much as you loved Harry, you knew that when the date came to go public, you would not be able to handle the new found attention. As you kept on thinking, the clock kept on ticking, and Harrys’ hold kept getting stronger. The hold that once made you feel at home, began to feel uncomfortable. Those arms weren’t only yours, they belong to millions of fans as well. Fans who would not welcome you. Whose words were capable of taking away those arms from you.

 Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by those thoughts, you’d try to release yourself from his hold, and Harry kept waking up, securing his hand around you once again. It went on for about an hour, going from every twenty minutes, to every ten, to every five. Neither of you were getting the sleep you needed, and by four o’clock, you were fed up with it. His hold was suffocating you, and one last time you’d try to pry his hand off, and that time he did not put them back on you. You turned around to face him, to study his features, knowing this would be the last time you’d be able to see them up close. Moving with what was probably the grace of a predator, you got out of bed, quickly and quietly, trying to not wake Harry up, not knowing he was up with you.

  Feeling the bed move, Harry woke up, thinking his worst nightmare was actually happening. You were going to leave him. When he saw you enter the restroom, he quickly sat up, not daring to move. You’d be able to hear any sudden movements, seeing as it was early in the morning. He kept trying to think of different ways to convince to stay. They ranged from “First thing in the morning, i’m going to go up to the management, and tell them we want to go public” to literally begging on his knees “I’m sorry, angel! We’ll find a way, I promise.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to say, but he didn’t care. He was simply desperate to get you to stay with him.  

  You were sitting on the bathroom floor, reading the letter you had wrote months back, not believing that a day would come when you would actually use it. You smiled as you read your letters vividly remembering the events you wrote on it, when you heard sniffles coming from inside your room. As quietly as you could, you got up from the bathroom floor, and tried to quietly walk back, when suddenly, the lights came on. There, in front of you, stood Harry, with puffy green eyes, the ones that you had fallen in love with, and a red nose. His watery eyes met yours, his mouth moved, but all you were able to make out was “please… I love you… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me… I love you.” Harry kept mumbling things after, but you were unable to make out half of what he was saying.

 Harry was a mess, he knew it. But seeing you calmly staring back at him, made him become even more heartbroken, knowing that no matter what he said, he would no longer be able to change his mind. Turning away to wipe his tears, a black object in the closet caught his attention, your suitcase. The suitcase he bought you when you went on your first ever trip together. The suitcase that you brought when you moved in to his house, the one that had become yours and his home. Harry could not believe an object that once held some of the happiest memories of your relationship, could now hold the saddest memory… the ending. He saw you walk up to it, and he quickly tried to snatch the handle from your grip, only to loose his footing, and ultimately fall down.

 You saw Harry lying across the floor, and as much as you wanted to help him up, you knew that whatever he told you next, would cause you to stay. Knowing that staying here would only bring you harm, you grabbed the handle, and started to walk out the door, when you heard Harry say, “I love you, isn’t that enough?” Not being able to look Harry in the eye, you shook your head, and left the room, leaving the note in the bathroom, and ignoring his pleas for you to stay with him.

 Harry cried for what felt like hours. And once he finally decided to get up from the floor, he noticed he had slept with the watch that you had given him on his last birthday. The watch had been gifted as a joke, as Harry would say that time would stop when he was around you. You had told him that with that watch he would be able to see how time would keep ticking and it would show that no matter how much time would pass, you would still be by his side. That watch had been the first thing to come in contact with the floor, causing it to break and forever read the same time, 4:18 a.m.

 You left him at 4:18 a.m.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first one shot, and hopefully the first of many! I originally submitted this story to another blog ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy ) and i decided to post it, and begin writing other fan fiction. Please let me know what y’all thought :)

You Understand, Right? (Part 5): And Broken Hearts

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1665+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I’ve been considering writing a sister chapter to this one in Y/N’s perspective, but I’m not sure if I have time. Plus, you guys are getting so many fics from me this month lol… We’ll see. I’m pretty swamped with other stuff so I make no promises… Hahaha get it?… Yea, I’m lame.  

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


Dean didn’t follow her, too shocked at her words. He sat down on the edge of his bed thinking about what in the world would make her say such things. He just stared at the floor of his room. Her words ringing inside his brain as he tried to make sense of it. Of everything.

“I understand, Dean.”

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.”

“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”

“What the hell?” he mumbled, massaging his temple. “What is she talking about?”

Dean remembered making only two promises to her in his lifetime. He promised to take care of her, and be there for her. This was the promise he made with everyone he ever cared about. Anyone who knew Dean knew that he would always be there for them when they needed help.

He knew from a young age not to make promises he couldn’t make. John lectured him for hours after he once promised a kid that they would save his mom. They lost the mom to the werewolf. His dad was livid- not only because they lost another life, but because he had given this kid hope. Ever since then, Dean didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. And he was sure that Y/N knew he would never break a promise if he could help it. Not that she’s ever asked him to make any promises. There were only two cases where she had asked him to promise her something.

“Dean, look! I got a part in the play!” Y/N said excitedly, showing him the piece of paper with her name on it.

“Yea?” He peered over, flashing her a proud grin. “Good job, squirt!”

“You’re gonna come see it, right?”

“Of course!” He ruffled her hair before going back to his homework.


“Promise,” he said, not even looking up from his math problem.

Dean swallowed thickly as he realized that he didn’t show up to her play, choosing to attend Sam’s spelling bee instead.

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Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!

Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.

A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ

It was a particularly depressing mission.

The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.

But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.

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are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

Originally posted by lovershub

a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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He likes you! // Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 1558 

Summary- Your best friend, Beverly, takes you to the Quarry to see the boys after another night of your parents fighting.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; It’s a bit longer than normal, but hopefully makes up for the lack of imagines I’ve been posting, I didn’t realize how many ships I’d get!

Requested; Yes! I altered the requests a bit because they were so similar, and I didn’t wanna write it twice x

req;  Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you’re bests friends with Beverly because things weren’t going well at your house and you’re staying with her since that and one day she invites you to the lake and the other boys tease Bill because of his crush on you? Thanks!

req; Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you stand up to Greta because she starts bullying Beverly and she becomes your friends and introduces you to the losers club at the lake and the boys tease Bill?


“What are you doing?” You asked your ‘friend’ Greta, as she and your two other friends were standing menacingly by the doors of the school, in front of a girl. Beverly Marsh, you recognized her from your English class. “Having some fun, and teaching this little shit a lesson.” She replied, smirking at the girl. “How’s it feel, slut?” “Make up your mind, Greta. Am I a slut? Or a little shit?” Beverly retorted, taking a puff of her cigarette. You knew the rumors about her were fake, and frankly, you felt bad for the poor girl. “Leave her alone, Greta.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the queen bee of your school. “Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, and Greta glared fiercely in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N. Do you really want to be a loser, like the slut over here?” She asked, gesturing to the smoking teen. “Yeah, I would rather be her friend than yours. She’s a lot better than you.” You said, not missing a beat. “I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Greta said, pouting mockingly. “I’m not. You’re a terrible person, Greta. Go to hell.” You said, and she scoffed, walking away, your other two friends following suit. “Sorry about her.” You said, leaning on the wall.

Beverly looked at you, confused. “Why did you help me? I thought you were Greta’s friend.” “Yeah, an unfortunate thought, isn’t it?” You sighed. “I’m not the best at making friends, Greta’s the only one who pitied me enough to let me hang out with her.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m not the best at friendship either, but we can give it a try? It’s the least I could do.” Bev offered, a kind smile on her face. “Sure. Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” “Beverly Marsh.” 

That was the day she became your best friend.

“Why do we have to fight like this every fucking day?!” Your father screamed, exasperated. “Because you can’t get it into your idiotic head!” Your mother retorted. They’d been fighting for a solid hour, and you were trying to do anything to keep your mind off of it. Eventually, you gave up. You packed an overnight bag, and stormed out of your room. “I’m going to Beverly’s house.” You interrupted their heated bickering, watching their angry gazes shift to you. “Excuse me?” Your father asked, annoyed.

“I’m going to Beverly’s house.” Your repeated, not giving them a chance to reply because you were already out the door. “Y/N L/N, get back here!” Your father called, but you simply ignored him. It wasn’t the first time this happened, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Beverly was kind enough to let you stay at her house. Her father didn’t mind you, because you were a girl and you were polite. You jumped on your bike, and rode the short distance to her house.

You parked your bike next to hers, climbing the short distance up the steps to her door. Knocking, you shivered as the wind blew against you gently. The door swung open, to reveal a confused Mr. Marsh. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said, a slight annoyed tone to his voice, but overall it was a welcoming and kind statement. “Sorry, Mr. Marsh.” You said, sheepishly. He looked back and calling out “Bevvy! Y/N’s here!” before opening the door and allowing you inside.

Bev came running out, happily hugging you and dragging you almost immediately to her room. She didn’t have to ask what you were doing here, she already could tell. Not only by the look on your face, but just because it was such an often occurrence, she merely had everything ready for a sleepover daily. “I’m so sorry I have to burden you with this, Bev. If you ever don’t want me here, tell me.” You spoke, sadly. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. You’re my best friend.” Bev said, changing into her pajamas.

“I know, Bev, but I’m here so often..” you said, sighing. You wished it wasn’t this way, but what could you do? Your parents were always fighting, and you didn’t have many friends other than Beverly, so you were in the house a lot of the time with them, despite wanting to escape almost every minute of everyday. There was never silence in that house, and you never had fun there. It was a living hell. It was your living hell.

“I really don’t want to go home..” You whispered, a tear sliding out of your eye. “Hey, I know you don’t really feel comfortable around the boys, but why don’t you come to the Quarry with us tomorrow?” Bev asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, her tone pleading. She knew how hard it was for you to walk back into your house everyday.

“For once, would it be okay if I said yes? I don’t want to intrude on your club meeting, but.. I left pretty early in, and it was already bad. I have a feeling I don’t want to be there tomorrow.” You said, sheepishly wiping away the few tears that ran down your cheeks. “Of course it’s not a problem, Y/N. All the boys think you’re great, even if you think they don’t want you there.” Bev reassured, pausing before sending a suggestive look your way. “What…?” You asked, tentatively.

“You know.. Bill’s gonna be there.” She said, winking at you. You turned bright red, groaning. You’d made the mistake to tell Beverly about your crush on one of her best friends; Bill Denbrough. You loved Bev, she was more family to you than both your parents combined, but wow she needed to relax on trying to get you and Bill together She ‘ships’ it, and won’t leave you alone about it. “Let’s just go to bed.” You said, rolling your eyes, and climbing into bed, Bev following suit.

The next morning, you both awoke early, quickly getting dressed and leaving as soon as physically possible. Though Mr. Marsh was nice enough to you, he wasn’t exactly someone you wanted to be around for a long period of time. Not to mention how uncomfortable Beverly was around him. Climbing on your bike, you smiled as you began to bike. As you approached the quarry, the feeling you weren’t wanted consumed you again. “Are you sure they won’t mind me being there, Bev?” You asked, nervously.

“Oh please, Y/N. Even if they did, Bill would probably beat the shit out of them because he’s in love with you.” She said, nonchalantly. Your cheeks flushed, and you were happy you were biking in front of her, as she couldn’t see how red your face had turned by the mere mention of him. Arriving at the Quarry, you saw all the boys standing with their backs to you, in their underwear.

Bev immediately stripped, and you followed her lead, shyly. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly the most social person ever, and you hardly talked to the losers. Meeting them for the first time, officially, while you’re almost naked? Not exactly your favorite plan. “Hey, losers!” Bev called, moving the attention onto the two of you.

You saw Bill’s face flush as his eyes fell on you with little clothing on, but before anything could be said, Beverly grabbed your hand, pulling you with her, and running straight off the cliff. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Someone, who you assumed (from what Beverly told you), was Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. You landed in the water with a loud splash, the water refreshing after biking in the blazing heat.

“Coming, sissies?” Bev called, and reluctantly, the boys jumped in, one by one. Bill immediately swam over to you, his nervousness practically radiating off of him. “H-H-Hi Y/N.” Bill stuttered. “Hi, Bill.” you said, shyly. “W-W-Want t-t-to b-be my p-partner?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows, confused. “For what?”

Water wrestling. That’s what. You two won, knocking Richie off almost instantly. You two beat the entire group; and the others wore smirks as you and Bill, the last of the group, swam in. “What are those looks for?” You asked, confused. Bill was shaking his head behind you, glaring at the others. “Billie’s got a cru-ush!” Richie shouted, running behind Ben, who threw his arms up in surrender. “S-S-Sh-shut up-p, R-Richie.” Bill stuttered, flustered.

A wave of confidence washed over you, and praying Bev wasn’t lying to you, you took a chance, spinning around and grabbing Bill’s neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips onto his. “FINALLY!” Richie screamed. It didn’t take long for Bill to wrap his arms around you, kissing you back. A wave of cheers followed from the rest of the losers. “I told you he liked you, Y/N!” Bev cheered, and you could hear the others agreeing. You pulled away, smiling as you saw Bill’s flushed cheeks. “I like you, Y/N.” Bill whispered, breathless. “I’d hope so.” You chuckled, turning back to the group, Bill’s hand clamped tightly in yours. “Hey Bev, you’re right for once in your life!” You teased.

Bev smiled, proudly, and the others snickered. It took a moment for Beverly to fully understand what you’d said. “HEY!”

Liberty and Justice (NSFW)

Eggsy Unwin x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Kingsman/Avengers AU - The Avengers are a branch of the Statesmen located in New York, Eggsy and Merlin have come to the states in search of Harry and you have been assigned to work with Eggsy to help find the man who may have kidnapped him causing Bucky (Sergeant) to get a little jealous.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: DONE! If there are any glaring grammatical errors just let me know and I’ll fix it in the morning. I’m too tired right now. I pulled these images off google to make this gif so I don’t know who the original artists are. If you do let me know and I’ll credit them. Glad I finally managed to write this because I honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to do it at first but I’m (sort of) pleased with the result. Also, this is still a reader fic but because everyone in Kingsmen and Statesmen going by code names the reader and the Avengers go by code names. Just trust me on this.

“Are you fucking serious? I have to go back there?” Eggsy groaned, throwing a small tantrum.

“Yes Eggsy, you and I have to go back to see the Statesmen, they are the only ones who can help us find Harry.” Merlin sighed. “But don’t worry, we are going to see the New Yorkers this time, not the mid-westerners.”

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And when I’m gone... - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : The Batfamily’s reaction to your death…

I just wanted to write a sad piece today, because of reasons, so…yeah. Hope you’ll still like it, and that it’s not too shitty :

(My masterlist blog here :


You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.

As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”. 

This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.

Cancer’s a bitch. 

In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you. 

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Hallelujah, You’re Home

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          It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was. Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.

           But now they’re going back. They’re going home.

           Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over. The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now; it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left, they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.

           Also, Lance just really needs his mom.

           So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.

           “Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her when she says “bitches”.

           The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for Matt. He had obviously helped her.

           “Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?” Keith asks incredulously.

           Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past Saturn.”

           At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”

           “Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”

           “Shh and bow before my genius.”

           Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to Earth in two dobashes.

           “Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a memorial!” Pidge exclaims.

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omgkatsudonplease  asked:

14? 🙏

14 :)

14) things you said after you kissed me

“Please don’t let me forget you,” Yuuri begged, hands fisted into the material of Viktor’s shirt and voice pleading. “Not again.”

“I’m sorry,” Viktor replied, feeling the sickening helplessness flood through him at the knowledge that there was nothing he could do to stop what was to come. He had searched and begged and bargained for a solution to the curse that lay so heavily over them both but everywhere he looked, he found only the same answer. There was nothing to be done. At the stroke of twelve, all knowledge of him would drain from Yuuri’s eyes and they would have to start their story anew, just as they had done so many times before.

They were both cursed, in a way. Yuuri with forgetfulness, a curse brought on by Viktor’s own careless actions. And Viktor with knowledge. Remembering each and every time he and Yuuri had fallen in love, only to watch those precious memories fade from Yuuri’s eyes. If only he hadn’t angered a sorcerer with his forgetfulness all those years ago. If only he had been more careful. If only Yuuri didn’t have to suffer for Viktor’s mistake.

“I’ll still be here,” he promised, holding Yuuri close and feeling the tears well up in his own eyes as he watched the hands of the clock tick closer and closer to the appointed hour. “No matter what, I’ll still be here.”

“But I wont be,” Yuuri replied, voice cracking on the words. “Not me as I am now. Not the me that loves you.”

“We’ll fall in love again,” Viktor tried to reassure him, although it did nothing to stop the tears sliding freely down his face. No matter how many times the curse had come into effect, stripping Yuuri of his memories of Viktor and all the love that came with it, he always fell again. Over and over, no matter what. “We always do.”

Yuuri stared at him for a few seconds, fear and love warring in his eyes. Then he grabbed Viktor by the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a desperate kiss, forcing them together until Viktor couldn’t tell where he ended and Yuuri began.

The chime of the clock echoed overhead, twelve solemn strikes ringing out and Viktor closed his eyes, savouring the kiss until the very last note sounded. When he finally pulled away he kept Yuuri close, held in the bracket of his arms as though force alone could make him stay.

Yuuri’s eyes were closed but as the last chime faded from the room they fluttered open, eyes wide and brown and full of confusion.

Yuuri,” Viktor breathed hoping beyond hope that maybe this time, it would be different.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri replied, still looking as confused as ever. “But who are you?”

And Viktor’s heart shattered all over again.


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  • Logan waddling unable to see far. Bumbling into things and being clumsy.  Patton the same.

  • Patton playing party cake with teddies and toys.

  • Virgil sulking and bouncing a ball against a wall.

  • Princey begging for piggybacks to feel taller.

  • Patton constantly tugging at pant legs for “cuds” or “ups”

  • Patton sticking everything and anything in his mouth.

  • Logan grabbing at everything looking for hours at small interesting objects.

  • Virgil steals comfort items but is otherwise quiet and hiding, usually on the couch silently praying for snuggles.

  • Roman is adventure this and adventure that, wild goose chases round the house, sword fights, pretend castles, he causes the most havoc.

  • Logan playing with colourful gems.

  • Prince making swords and capes with dad.

  • Virgil sucking on his thumb. (Sometimes when his anxiety is bad he’ll silently be crying too)

  • Patton making messes in the kitchen, he got into the flour. Again.

  • Glasses falling off.  

  • Hoodies too long.

  • Crown too big and heavy.

  • Pillow forts!

  • Uncle Virgil cuddling tiny Logan and/or Roman.

  • Virgil being an awesome Dad/Uncle.  He just seems to know when they need him. Know when they are sleepy or distressed or hungry. He’s not to huge on the whole playtime, but he tries his hardest to enthuse them when he’s having a good day.   (On bad days it will be pajama day, they’ll watch movies in a fort, hiding from everything.  Cuddles and kisses will make everything better.

  • Also -Group nap time!  Roman sprawled on Virgil’s chest, Patton clinging to his right side. Logan Laying on his thigh.

  • Logan is all for praise but is very stern.  He finds Roman the most difficult. Patton the Cutest, and worries about not giving Virgil enough attention -So he always makes sure to bring the kid to sit on his lap while he does his work or reads because Virgil sits still.

  • Patton parents on hugs. He uses the timeout corner and always makes silly faces and raspberries (Don’t forget the tickle monster!)  Hes also is the one to make sure they eat well. He loves giving his kids a bath. All of the bubbles and rubber duckies to get his kids squeaky clean after getting all messy after a healthy breakfast/lunch/dinner.  They have water fights with Roman.  They make silly sculptures with Logan and Virgil just chills with the scented bath salts and soft washcloth.

  • Roman spoils.  Bears, toys,  He is over the top with parenting. He’ll never leave tiny Virgil alone.  He’ll help Logan with silly poems.   He makes them all new onsies. Space ones for Logan, Animal ones for Patton, Emo but cute mysterious ones for Virgil (And his are thinner and not as fluffy so he doesn’t feel so claustrophobic)

  • Tantrums?   Virgil will be scarily silent. He’ll ball up and cry, he may not make noises or sounds for a while afterward.  He’ll need some water and lots of cuddles to be pulled back out his shell once he’s been forgiven.  He may not say sorry because of how mute he gets, but the Parent (More so Patton and Logan) understands nonetheless.  (Roman tries a little harder before realizing he’s not going to get the boy to speak)

  • Roman will lay on the floor and whack it. He’ll whine, frustrated tears are there on occasion. He’ll deny doing things wrong until proven otherwise. However once proven he’ll get very small. Apologizing quietly and feeling rather ashamed. He needs to be assured it’s ok afterward, as long as he doesn’t do it again. He’ll usually try to make a gift to say he’s sorry, like a drawing or lego/playdough creation.

  • Patton gets very sad, He’ll say sorry almost instantly once caught doing something wrong. He’ll tug at shirts, saying sorry again, even right before bed, hours after the issue is cleared up. He cries randomly sometimes thinking about the times he’s messed up. He’ll be extra helpful and good when he is feeling bad about it and will not beg for hugs as much. (But really he needs them more, he always worries about his parent’s emotional state. Worried he’s too much effort for them)

  • Favourite toys:  Virgil’s is a soft grey cat blanket, its big enough to keep him warm but small enough he can drag it around and pet rub its soft surface.

  • Roman, of course, loves his Toy crown and sword. (And his plastic toy town, accompanied by heaps of little soldiers and people.)  However he also has a medium Green dragon that he loves to have at bedtime or when he’s sad.

  • Logan loves playing with his clean coloured rocks and other weird sciencey things like kaleidoscopes.   His favorite thing to have as comfort is one of his collection of Space ball plushies!  His favorite ones Include the smiley earth and the giggling Saturn (He loves the fluffy soft rings, they make good handles so he can carry it around. )

  • Patton, well he has His dogs. Many many toy dogs, all range of size and colours. But His favorite is a white cat, because it doesn’t make him sneeze like real ones. He loves that the paws and tail can move about, he loves to pin the two paws around his neck so the cat can hang on his back. Or curl the tail round his neck while it sits on his shoulder.

Sweet Tears Pt.5

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! }(a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Implied Suicide

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 3k+


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Moving slowly, you eased your way onto the couch, a sigh slipping past your lips as the feeling of one of the many fluffy pillows surrounding you rested against your lower back. You closed your eyes for a second, the once unbearable pain now dull, turning into just another one of the many injuries you had sustained in your life.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I- I really didn’t mean to hit you and-” Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the same crystal blue ones that had held your stare in the hallway, mesmerizing you just as they had before. The panic and regret that was radiating off of the face in front of you brought a small smile to spread across your own, a free hand coming up to wave in front of you.

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Leave This Town Pt 9 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Nat, Clint, OC Talia. DumDum Dugan and Peter Parker mentioned. 

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff!!!!

Word Count: 3.7k

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**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Hoo, boy, you guys. I love this part. So much fluff and answers and more questions and so many words!! I just can’t stop myself at this point. There will be more parts. Hope you don’t mind. ;) Any feedback is appreciated! I adore you all!! <3

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“Y/N. Just stay. Please? It’s ridiculous for you to go out again in the storm when you’re more than welcome here. I’ll sleep on the couch, I’ve done it dozens of times on accident and I won’t hear another word about it.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he held up a hand with a stern expression, so you relented. “Okay. I’ll stay. Thank you, Bucky.”

His face lit up when you agreed, causing that sputtering spark inside you to spread warmth from the inside out.  Tearing your gaze from his, you picked up the remote and pressed play.


Hearing the actors speak your words and seeing them act out a story that once only lived in your head was still a new and bizarre sensation for you. Beginning with you sitting in a room by yourself, staring at a blinking cursor for hours on end all the way through casting, production and editing until finally it all came to life, it was a miracle. It was also strange and wonderful to see someone witness your work for the first time. You couldn’t stop yourself from observing out of the corner of your eye as Bucky watched the action on the ancient television screen before you.

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I Always Was [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 3065
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Y/n is in love with her best friend Sirius Black, a boy notorious for his one night stands. After he leaves her to hook up with another girl, he finally realises his true feelings.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: It’s a little tiny bit angsty (not really), but FLUFF OVERLOAD (I hope, I’m really bad at writing fluff). Also this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, like ever. Enjoy! x

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If there was one person you could always count on to be there for you, it was Sirius Black. He was your rock, your shoulder to cry on, your light in dark times, your everything - even if he didn’t know it. You were in love with the dark haired boy - you had been since you were eleven - and found yourself craving the lingering touches, soft hugs and wide smiles he’d set aside just for you.

From the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you fell asleep at night, your mind would be focused on him. On his charm, on his cheeky smirk, on his loving actions. He was the most important person in your life, and you couldn’t thank Merlin enough for him.

In his own words, you were his girl. You liked that, you liked being his girl, even if you weren’t really. There were so many times, too many to count, where he’d refer to you as his in front of others around you.

In class…

“You will complete this task in pairs,” Slughorn announced to the class, clearing away the potion from his demonstration. Before the class could even burst into a panic trying to find the perfect potions partner, Sirius spoke up immediately.

“I’m with Y/n,” He flung his arm over your shoulder, “We’re the best together.” As he turned to you, he began to speak again, “You’re my girl, aren’t you Y/n?” You nodded, a faint blush fighting to show on your cheeks.

Taking part in pranks…

“Why don’t you just add the slime in with the explosion? It’ll get everywhere, and cover more people. Bigger impact, and less effort,” you spoke, pointing to the fifth step in the plan that you thought should be changed on the parchment.

“That’s brilliant!” James said, crossing out his own idea and rewriting it again in his messy scrawl. “That’s my girl,” Sirius said with a smirk, kissing your forehead.

Even in front of teachers…

“Come on, Minnie, Y/n had nothing to do with this prank,” James said to McGonagall. “Mr Potter, do not address me as ‘Minnie’,” She said with a stern tone, though her eyes twinkled in amusement - not that she’d admit how much she enjoyed these boys and their crazy antics.

“Professor, Y/n really wasn’t apart of this prank, she just happened to be there,” Remus said to his teacher. “Yeah,” Sirius agreed, “My girl is way too much of a good student to be apart of a prank like this. I mean, did you see that explosion?”

You enjoyed being the number one girl in his life, you enjoyed being the first person he’d come to when he was feeling down or needed cuddles. You enjoyed being wrapped up with him, his muscular arms surrounding you with a sense of safety and love.

It was moments like the current that you felt most happy, laying on a couch in the common room, your face laying on his shoulder and his fingers slowly brushing through your hair gently, every so often placing a kiss to your forehead.

If Sirius wasn’t known for his one night stands as much as he was, a bystander could very well misinterpret the pair as a couple, or dating at the very least.

If only.

“Alright love, I need to go and meet up with Anastasia for the night,” Sirius’ voice carried through the silent common room, shuffling around as he sat up, removing his arms from their place around you, leaving you feeling cold. It was strange how empty you felt when he wasn’t beside you. Maybe that’s just what unrequited love feels like. You sat up away from him to let him stand up, even though you really didn’t want to, and were confused as to why he was leaving in he first place.

“What time are you going to be back? Remember we made plans, we were going to-” you were interrupted with a smirk from Sirius and a wink, and you were unsure whether he even heard, or cared, about what you were saying.

“Don’t wait up for me, love,” he simply said as he left the room, taking your happiness with him.

“Hang out,” you finished your sentence to yourself, frowning as you felt a couple of tears prick your eyes. You sighed to yourself and furiously wiped the tears away before they even had a chance to fall. It wasn’t the first time he abandoned you for another girl, but it was the first time he had done so when you already had plans.

He always said you were his favourite girl, but how long were you going to let you convince yourself that he wasn’t lying, or just saying that because you were his best friend?

Because that’s all you were really. His best friend. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.


“Hey Y/n, whatcha doing sat here alone? Didn’t you and Padfoot have plans tonight?” James asked as he walked into the common room after being kicked out of the library when he was with Remus. He found you sat alone, in the same position you had been in for the last couple of hours - on he couch, curled up and staring at the fire.

“We did, but he said he needed to meet up with Anastasia. And then he just sort of walked out,” you finished your short recount of the night, spitting out Anastasia’s name like it was poison and frowning to yourself.

“Well then, if he wants to hang with - or bang with - Ow! Okay, don’t hit me again, that was a joke! A pretty good one if you think about it - Ow! What did I just say to you? Anyway, if he wants to be with another girl, then I’ll just have to spend the night with you, because I happen to enjoy your company. When you’re not hitting me,” James said, fake pouting at you.

His pout quickly turned into a devious grin as you shook your head and edged away from him, “James Fleamont Potter, don’t you dare!”

“Ooooh, middle names! Must really be in trouble,” he joked before reaching over and starting to tickle you. You shrieked, moving away from the boy as you and him started to laugh. “There’s that pretty smile of yours! Now, let’s go start our day of fun!” James announced, before grabbing you by the hand. He lifted you off the couch and led you out of the room and into the corridor outside, where a couple of students stood around chatting.

“Wait a minute James! Where are we going?” You asked, following him - or rather, being pulled along with him. James turned around, making you bump into his back at the sudden pause, one of his brown curls falling across his forehead as he sent you a cheeky grin, “On an adventure.”


“Did you see his face?” You gripped onto James arm as you used him to support you, unable to stand up properly from laughing so hard.

“It was priceless,” James joined in, stopping in his tracks as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t believe we just did that! We must be crazy!” You said as you giggled, letting go of the Potter boy as you shook your head.

“We are crazy, Y/n. And that was just the beginning! We’re going to do even crazier things tonight!” James flung his arms around to back up his statement.

“You’re going to get us arrested, aren’t you?” You said with an amused smile. “Not arrested per say, just perhaps stuck in detention for the rest of our lives,” he grinned at you, his eyes shining with mischief.


Sirius fell back on his bed, his shirt unbuttoned and half hanging off his bare chest. His arms lay across his face as he let out a quiet and frustrated growl, unable to get you out of his brain.

This had never happened before, he had never called a girl he was hooking up with by the wrong name - not ever. He never meant to - one moment he was snogging a girl against his dorm wall, the next he was being slapped by that same girl as she stormed out of the room. He sighed, thinking about your soft h/c hair and pretty e/c eyes. Without him realising, he began to smile uncontrollably at just the thought of you.

“I have to go and find her,” he muttered to himself as he stood up. He ran a hang through his now-messy hair, and grabbed his trousers to put back on as he ran out of his dorm room and nearly fell down the stairs on his way to try and find you.

The common room was empty, excluding a few first years that were huddled in front of the fire completing homework. Sirius looked around and, when he couldn’t find you, headed over to the stairway leading to the girls dormitory. He quickly and easily removed the charms from the stairs and ran up two at a time.

He knocked on the door and waited, hoping you’d answer for him. Hearing no reply, he hesitantly reached out for the brass handle and slowly opened the door.

The room was empty, to Sirius’ surprise. He looked around the room, easily being able to tell which girl stayed in which part of the room just by the belongings.

Alice had the far right side of the room, her bed decorated with a pink blanket over the red duvet, and a small white toy bunny with pink ears and a little black nose sitting on the pillow. Marlene had the bed next to her, shown by the large collection of muggle makeup - mostly lipsticks of deep reds and browns - strewn across it. Dorcas was in the middle of the room, her wand sitting on the nightstand beside the lamp, and her bed neatly made without one crease. Then it was Lily’s bed, a messy pile of duvet and books, a hairbrush and a mirror laying under the bed, beside a pair of boots that had fallen over. Finally, on the far left hand side of the room, was your bed, tucked into the corner with extra pillows to decorate.

Sirius looked at it fondly, edging his way over and carefully sitting down on the bed, as if he was scared to ruin the design. The bed looked comfy - surely you wouldn’t mind if he lay down for a while, would you? He took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, followed by his trousers. He climbed into the covers and leant back, snuggling into your pillow, and breathing in your sweet scent. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes and convincing himself that you wouldn’t mind if he stayed for just a small nap - a small one, of course. He lay down holding onto your duvet as he imagined what it would be like to have you laying next to him right now, in his arms. Before long, he had drifted off to sleep.


“You still love him, huh?” James said gently, taking your hand in his and squeezing it comfortingly. You looked at the scenery around you, the trees soaring high in the air, their roots peeping out of the earth, the leaves littering the ground in a brown haze, crunching with each step you and James took. The wind wafted your hair around your face, causing you to constantly push the strands out of your face.

“More than anything, James,” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears due to the howling wind. Your heart raced just at the thought of the dark haired boy that captured your attention at the mere age of 11.

“You know he loves you too,” The brunette boy spoke with a nod. You shook your head, “But not in the way I want. I want him to love me like I love him. And I know that’s nearly impossible.” James let go of your hand and opening his arms out wide, “C'mere, I think you need a Potter hug.”

You gladly moved into James embrace, closing your eyes as he enclosed your frame within his arms. It felt warm and friendly, but different to how cuddles with Sirius felt.

With Sirius, it was as if all the world didn’t matter, like it disappeared around you whilst you were in his arms. Like nothing could hurt you, or make you feel sad. It didn’t matter how you were feeling, or what had happened when you were with the eldest Black brother. All that mattered was how his body felt against yours, and how your heart felt like it was going to explode.

You closed your eyes and tried to pretend that James was Sirius, and that he was holding you in his usual loving way. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t do it.

“You should tell him,” James whispered. “How can I when I know he doesn’t feel the same?” You replied, opening your eyes looking up into his brown ones.

“It’s tearing you apart, babe. I hate seeing you so hung up on him. You need to tell him so you can either be with him, or move on. I know it’s hard, but you’re one of my best friends, Y/n, and I don’t want you to hurt anymore,” James told you, running a hand through your hair and offering you a small, sincere smile.

“Thank you James. I’ll tell him when I’m ready - if I’m ready,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.


By the time you got back to your dorm room, you had finally sorted through your feelings and cleared your head, thanks to James. You entered your dorm room and began to get changed into your pyjamas, deciding on an early night before classes tomorrow. Climbing into the bed, you let out a shriek as something moved underneath you, screaming at the same time as you did. You shot up, grabbing your wand in haste and aiming it at the large lump underneath your duvet.

“Lumos,” you spoke, a bright light emerging from your wand. You waved it over the figure as he spoke, “Please don’t kill me!”

“Sirius!” Your heart was racing from the shock, and you let out a shaky breath, “What in the name of Merlin do you think you’re doing in my bed?”

“Well I was napping. You know, until you decided to sit on me - which for the record, I wouldn’t mind you doing if you gave me a warning,” Sirius said to you, pouting a little as he sat up.

“How was I supposed to know that you were there? I thought you were with Anastasia? Why aren’t you with her right now?” You frowned, trying not to focus on how deep his voice sounded from being asleep for who knows how long, his black hair that fell messily across his shoulders and his shoulders, leading onto his muscly arms and toned chest that you all but wanted to run your hands over…

You blinked, forcing yourself to look back at his handsome face.

“I left early. Or rather, she did. Didn’t end up doing much,” He replied with a shrug, pulling your cover over him more with a cute, happy smile. “Why?” You didn’t know why you asked. You assumed he would shrug off the question, but he did the exact opposite.

“I accidentally said your name instead of hers in bed,” He said it so casually, as if it were a normal occupancy to tell your best friend news like this.

You nearly choked.

“I’m… sorry?” You were confused. Confused as to why he said your name, why he was now in your bed - practically naked, for that matter - and why you felt the need to apologise for something that you had no control over.

“Don’t be. It made me realise something important so I guess I should thank myself really,” Sirius smirked to himself, before looking up at you, still sat in your bed, his arm propping him up. “What did you realise? That you’re a complete idiot? Because I think it’s about time you realised that,” you said with an eye roll, crossing your arms over your chest.

He suddenly swung his legs out of the covers and stood up. Before you could process what was happening, he was stood in front of you, grabbing you and kissing you, his hands cupping your cheeks. He held you close to him, pressed against his chest, leaving no space between you. One of his hands sliding down your body to hold your waist, rubbing soft circles on your hip with his thumb.

He was breathing heavily when he pulled away, leaving you in shock and your eyes wide. “What the hell was that for?” You breathes out, your hand reaching up to touch your lips.

“To say I’m sorry,” he said, his hands still holding your hips. You raised an eyebrow, “What?” “I’m sorry for leaving you today, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have made other plans when I know I already made plans with you. Because you’re the most important person in my life. You’re my girl, Y/n. Nobody else even comes close to how much I care about you.”

His voice was low and husky, he was speaking mere centimetres from your face, so close you could feel his warm breath against your skin, and had to force yourself to focus on his words and not his lips.

“I love you Y/n. That’s was what I realised. Please tell me you feel the same way because now I know I love you, I don’t think I could survive knowing you don’t love me too.” For the first time in a while, you saw Sirius look nervous, his usually cocky demeanour a distant memory.

“I love you too Sirius,” you whispered with a soft smile. Sirius let out a laugh of relief, wrapping him arms around you and pressing kisses across your head, “Oh thank Merlin.”

He held you so tight, and you couldn’t help but smile. This is where you belonged, in his arms.

“From now on, you’re mine,” Sirius murmured, wrapping his arms further around your body. You sighed in content, “I always was.”


The problem is that Eren is ridiculously handsome these days.

Sure, Levi had always acknowledged that the kid was kinda cute, especially after he’d started growing his hair out and learned to control his temper better. That had been it, though, and since back then Levi had still been his Captain, he’d never really even allowed himself to dwell on such things. But now when he’s retired - and growing soft with age, as Eren himself had claimed once with a twinkle in his eyes - he’s become painfully aware of just how attractive he finds Eren.

He’s sitting amongst tall grass and wildflowers, more focused on admiring the line of Eren’s broad shoulders than paying attention to what he’s doing with his squad. Since he can’t deny a single thing from Eren, he’d naturally agreed to come along and watch them train. It would be really helpful, Eren had said, worrying on his bottom lip with his teeth in a way that had been horribly distracting to Levi, because even though he’d now officially been promoted to Squad Leader, he could use some feedback on his training methods.

They’ve been at it for what must be hours now, and Levi’s quite impressed. Maybe he really is old and soft, because he’d have allowed at least one break somewhere in between. Eren’s more strict than he would’ve imagined, even tense at times, and Levi’s not at all envious of his squad members.

It’s quite nice, in a way, sitting in the sun and merely allowing time to pass. That’s a luxury in and of itself, he thinks, being able to stop and smell the flowers, both figuratively and literally. He’s plucked a freshly blooming daffodil from the ground and is twirling it in his fingers when Eren seems to have decided it’s finally time for a break.

Without hesitation, Eren comes to him, leaving his squad to cool off amongst themselves. He plops down on the ground next to Levi, a little out of breath but still no less gorgeous. There’s a small frown resting over his features and Levi wants to kiss it away, to press his lips against the crease in his brow and the downturned corners of his mouth.

“Hi,” Eren says and manages a wry grin. “How am I doing so far?”

Levi tears his gaze away from the shining green of Eren’s eyes and instead turns to watch his squad members, most of whom are also on the ground, trying to catch their breath. “Well,” he starts off and intends to go on, but apparently that’s already enough for Eren.

“Really? I don’t know,” he sighs, taking a hand through his unruly hair. He’s discarded his jacket long ago and rolled up his sleeves, and Levi finds himself hopelessly transfixed by the firm muscles in his arms. Not to mention his hands, dear God, those broad palms and long skilled fingers that Levi’s imagined touching him all over so many times that he’s lost count by now.

To top it off, Eren towers over him by now, having grown several inches over the years. That’s completely unacceptable to Levi. This is Eren, his Eren who’d he’d vowed to protect, the perpetually angry and squeaky-voiced kid who’d looked at him like he’d hung the damn moon. His Eren is not allowed to be this attractive, because Levi honestly cannot handle it.

Eren is in the middle of rambling about something when Levi realizes he hasn’t been listening at all. He’s fidgeting in place, that much Levi registers, hands clenched into fists and his stare darting back and forth from Levi’s face to his own feet as he talks. There’s something trapped in the green of Eren’s eyes that reminds him of a panicked animal, and Levi wants nothing more than to soothe him and tame him.

“Hey,” he interrupts, making Eren stop abruptly. “It’s okay. Breathe. Relax.”

It’s a horribly clumsy attempt at comforting him, but Eren’s shoulders do drop a little. “Yeah. Okay,” he repeats with a long exhale. “Sorry. It’s, uh, you being here just makes me a little nervous.” It’s all said in one hasty breath, almost fearfully.

Levi blinks. “It’s okay,” he repeats, and having ran out of things to say, reaches out and hands his daffodil to Eren. “Here. Take this.”

It’s silent for a while, but Eren does extend his hand and pluck the flower from his hand, his face questioning but also a little hopeful. “What?” he asks, as if he hadn’t quite heard right.

“It reminded me of you,” Levi says and opens his mouth to explain further, but when nothing comes to mind, he closes it again. “Make sure you don’t crush it, though. Maybe train your squad a little less intensely.” He’s not sure if Eren can manage that for even a fraction of a second, being less intense than he usually is, but for the sake of his overworked squad members, Levi sure hopes so.

“Thank you.” Eren’s lips are curving into a tiny smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing Levi’s ever seen. “I’ll try to take good care of it.”

“I know you will,” he says, more to himself than to Eren since the kid is already up and ready to continue,  newfound enthusiasm in his voice.

One of the members of his squad outright whimpers when told to get up and resume training, another one actually has the gall to talk back at Eren, but none of them even mention the delicate daffodil now tucked behind his ear.

Star Above the Waters.

TW: major depictions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, major character death.

The icy cold drops of rain pierce deep into Lance’s tear strewn cheeks, pale with cold as he shivered. It was like little needles flecking his skin and leaving him numb and frigid.

Above him, storm clouds cracked and thundered and rolled, making a symphony of Mother Nature’s deadly desire.

Somewhere in front of him, the sky lit up with light like a match in a dark room, only now it was a lighting strike as it buried itself and made its mark somewhere in the world.

Good for it. It left a lasting impression when it was gone. Something Lance would never be able to accomplish.

He had tried countless times.

Either to be noticed, to be popular, to exist in the eyes of people who weren’t apart of his routine life.

He went to whatever lengths he could, tried to stay out of any negative situation.

Lance was always a people pleaser. He always did his very best to make sure everyone he encountered was left with something good to say about him when he was gone.

But any good start with anyone, would only crumble to bad in some way and have him in ruins. Failure.

It seemed like other people could do it just fine. They could be just like Lance and yet they would be the one to rise up in the world, while he was only sinking lower.

Literally and mentally.

Over the past few weeks Lance had got to thinking pretty hard about life. Not about how to go forward with it, what he could make of it, or even what he had planned in life as it went on.

Lance thought more so on the side of ending it. Which, in that way, could be counted as the same as making it better.

Or at least that’s how Lance saw it.

He’d been looking at the possibilities for weeks, like a kid in the candy store. Any way to get out of the world that he couldn’t stand up in, only put deeper and deeper into a hole that the people around him were digging for him.

In all honesty, maybe he had a shovel himself, but that had only been for a little while. It was a small shovel.

Hanging was out of the question. He read too many history books and seen too many movies to know that if it’s done with the slightest flaw, it won’t be easy.

You have to take in people’s height and weight, and the way the noose is tied in relativity to it all.

He would leave the math to Pidge.

Second option had been using those skills with a firearm that he had. But in all honesty that was too messy and he didn’t like the idea of risking it not going right, distorting his face for the rest of his life.

Although he knew the proper way was to put the shotgun directly behind his ear, he didn’t want to wimp out at something only he could control. Pull the trigger or not, there’s too much room for mind changing.

Lance had already tried pills. But he had already been on so many medications to numb the race of his heart, the workings of his mind, all the boy had gotten in return was a nice euphoria for a few hours.

The stomach pumping afterward wasn’t as pleasant, so again there is too much room for flaw. It needed to be just right.

So here he was.
Standing atop this mere ledge as the thing he loved most fell down around him.

You may be thinking that there is too much chance of let go or not let go, fall or not fall, in this scenario.

But that’s why he chose today of all days.
This ledge of all ledges. It was perfect.

Below the 3 ½ inch strip of concrete his feet balanced on, roared the sea. Lance had always loved the water.

A lighthouse. Dark. 5 pm.

Lance had learn most suicides happened between the times of noon and six in the evening, so why not just blend in with the crowd, since he could never stand out in it?

It was about 230 feet tall from the water, and here Lance stood at 198 feet above.

The boy closed his eyes, which were warm with tears but the rain made his skin cold. He felt a swaying motion, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

Everything has an expiration date, whether human or animal or thing.

Nothing doesn’t not come to an end.

It can be chosen by you or for you.
Expected or unexpected.

A thought came to his head, standing hundreds of feet above the water that would soon become one with him and finalize his expiration date.

Lance had always tried to stand out, take risks, try and be noticed and try to be civil.

How come he lived in a world where ‘Take A Life’ was something all you had to do was turn on the television to hear. A social norm almost, something sad, but no you don’t really try and think about it that much.

But ‘Take A Chance’? How is it fair that it seems almost impossible, scary even. Frowned upon, because why would you do that?

What sort of world was that?

Lance lifted on hand from the hold behind him, wiping his cheeks. If he lifted the other, he would fall.

He leaned forward, his free hand swaying at his side as he stared at the back of his eyelids. That questioned repeated itself.

What kind of world is that?

Lance shook his head with a low chuckle, a sad sound that made it past his lips but was then snatched away by the wind.

A tired voice muttered, “Not the kind I want to live in.” With those words, Lance let go.

That wasn’t Lance.
None of them would believe that it was Lance, because how could it be?

It was held in a splayed out position, head back and mouth open, eyes closed.

It’s body was on the verge of turning blue, and had already bloated. It must have been there for hours.

It was dead. A dead, blue thing.

And even though it wore the same clothes, they all refused to believe it was the happy Cuban boy they had come to love and care for, even if he annoyed them sometimes.

They’d gone looking for him after he hadn’t shown up for dinner, and wasn’t back by ten at night.

Keith suggested they go out with flashlights.

Pidge who said wait a little longer.

Shiro who said he’d wait and see if he came back while they were out.

Hunk who found the note on Lances desk.
Shiro who read it out loud, and ran.
Pidge is the one who found it.

The body.

And it was Lance who was dead.

‘I knew someday I’d probably have to write a will or something, you know that thing old people write and families break over.

But I guess I didn’t know I’d be writing my own suicide note. Things had been pretty okay for me as a child.

I wanted to go to space, or become a marine biologist. Stars and water, either one was perfect for me because I loved them both.

Maybe I should say I’m sorry, because that’s what everyone else writes, but I’m not going to.

It would be like saying sorry for the milk expiring, or the toy that broke. I’m just another thing that had an end coming.

We all do.
But I’m not sorry.

I got to see the water, be apart of it, and I know I probably won’t look very pretty when you find me but I didn’t bother to put any makeup on when I woke up for the last time this morning.

Don’t worry, if you look up at night, I’ll look so much better as a star. Among those that I had always wanted to see.

Pidge, you’re such a strong woman and you’re smarter than I could have ever been. When you invent a code that makes memories a reality, please don’t forget about me by then and visit the good ones we had, okay?

Keith, at least from up here I can look down on your mullet, and pretend it looks a lot better than it actually is. Also, do me a favor and make sure Hunk is okay after this. You two seem close to an extent, he is going to need someone to go to. ((If he makes you something to eat, EAT IT.))

Hunk, thank you so much for being my best friend and my brother for all of these years. You’re a good bro, and I’ll make sure to put a good word in up here for you so you can be the Big Guy’s head chef. (Only if I get some snacks though.) I’m trusting you to keep Pidge in check, and make sure you feed those little mice in the shed. I love you.

Shiro, please please watch them all for me. And take care of yourself. I know you’ve been through a lot and I’m not helping any, but use them as your support and you as theirs. It’s okay to need someone, everyone needs another. Just make sure they have you, and each other, because I don’t want any of you to end up like me. Stay rad, space Dad.

I don’t care what you do with me, but whatever you do I want to be by the ocean. My final final resting place. Spread my ashes, bury my grave. Just make sure they play Beyoncé at the funeral.

You guys are out of this world.
See you later.

~ Lancey Lance

anonymous asked:

YOU'RE AMAZING pls do "e" i would love to read angsty bughead

e - “ever wondered what it would be like if you stayed?”
It was all the same, every last hallway and classroom. From the rusted water fountains to the graffitied hallways, Southside High hadn’t changed one bit, the only difference?

Jughead Jones was now 26 years old and he hadn’t been back to Riverdale since he had run from it eight years ago. the mere feel of linoleum under his feet was enough to send him into a fit of shudders, and the sound of his boots echoed through the empty hallways. He was back, he was back and it was just as terrifying as it had been when he left.

He made it to his locker, fingers tracing the permanently etched three pointed crown he had engraved so many years ago. This had been his school, his second home, for two years of his life. Lunch in the divided cafeteria, the row of lockers he had been jumped at, the hallways he and Toni had walked when she told him she was in love with Cheryl Blossom, Dances in the run down gym. It had been such a significant piece of his youth and he was back.

“Jughead Jones, isn’t this something else?”

He stiffened, his back rigid and his eyes forward as he kept his back turned. He knew that voice, could point that voice out of the largest crowds, that voice he still heard every night before he went to sleep, he turned slowly, hands shaking.

“Betty Cooper.” He whispered.

She was leaning against a row of lockers a dangerous smirk on her lips. She had grown up exactly the way Jughead had been imagining for so many years, her perfectly curvy body was wrapped in a pair of skin tight jeans and a tight blue t shirt, her honey blonde hair was long now, no longer confined to the air tight ponytail she had worn everyday of her teenage years it was left loose and wavy spilling over her shoulders. there was a peacefulness to her eyes, a resolution that only came with age.

“I didn’t know you were in town.” She spoke, shaking him out of his blatant ogling.

He looked up into those sparkling green eyes he remembered, she was just as perfect as the day he left.

“I just got in, I didn’t…” he cleared his throat “I didn’t know you were still in Riverdale.”

Betty laughed, one of his favorite sounds

“Sure am, I’m the English teacher here at Southside High. Going on four years now, rumor around the mill is that I’m a shoe in for teacher of the year.” She rolled her eyes playfully before something caught her attention behind Jugheads shoulder “Excuse me just one minute.” She pushed past him and walked towards the end of the hallway quickly successfully cornering a young boy in a ripped t shirt.


“Hey Ms. Cooper, what are you still doing here?” He smiled a nervous grin, he was handsome Jughead could tell from his place a few feet away, charmingly handsome.

“I’m grading your test which you passed with flying colors. Go home Noah, go home to your mother, to your sister.” She was at eye level with the young man and his shoulders instantly deflated.

“Ms. coop..” he whispered

“I know, Noah,just go home. It’s the only way, I want you in my office during lunch tomorrow and right after school. I’ll give you a ride home, if they ask you say “Mrs.Coopers gonna fail me if I don’t show up.” With a ruffle of his light brown hair the boy nodded quickly and headed off towards the exit doors. Betty made her way back to Jughead a tired kind of tilt to her smile.

“That’s Noah Grey, his father left them and the Serpents have been trying to Recruit him. He doesn’t want too but… I can see them pulling harder and harder…” Betty’s eyes fell to the exit door where the young boy had just walked out of

“You really work here? You work on the Southside?” Jughead questioned although he already knew the answer, of course she did. Betty Cooper went where she was needed and the Southside definitely needed Betty Cooper.

“Why don’t you come into my office, I’m closing up anyway I got stuck late grading some papers.” She began walking towards his old chemistry lab, it was silent for a moment before she spoke “I read your book. It was great, I especially loved the girl next door who the author was “desperately in love with” she snorted, a bitter scoff accompanying her words.

It felt like a punch to the chest, she didn’t believe the words he wrote, the things he had never been able to tell her he had written on the pages. She thought he never loved her.

“Thankyou, I… it’s true. All of it.”

Betty simply hummed, opening the door to her classroom, it was neat and organized but there were photos everywhere, her and students, students on field trips, Jugheads eyes landed on a framed photo on her desk, she was holding a baby and smiling, she looked exhausted.

“That’s yours?” Jughead questioned, his fingers curling around the frame as he tried to pick out Betty’s features on the little baby boy.

Betty glanced up from organizing her paperwork

“The baby? No, no that’s Parker. That’s Veronica and Archie’s baby. He turns three months next week. That birth was a tough one, we stayed up for 23 hours straight. We were all exhausted. He’s my god son. They…they named him after you, Parker Forsythe Andrews. He’s a doll.”

Another shot to the chest as he stared down at the photograph, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt her presence, the unique scent of honey and peaches that he had tasted on her skin his entire childhood.

He cleared his throat as he glanced at her, she was propped up on a school desk staring at him.”so uh no kids for Betty Cooper, no husband.”

Betty snorted
“No, no not me. I’m way too busy.

Busy, he knew all too well, was just another word for damaged.

He nodded slowly
“Me too.” He whispered, a lump in his throat

It was quiet for what felt like hours before Betty broke the silence.
“Ever wonder what it would be like if you stayed?”

Jughead walked towards her, his eyes connected to hers

“Every day of my life.”

She squeezed her eyes shut,
“But You didn’t, you left. Left me. You didn’t call, you didn’t write. You didn’t tell me. I hated you Jughead Jones, I hated you so much.” When she opened her eyes they were flooded with tears, enough to drown Jugheads already sinking heart.

“I know, you have every right too, but I want you to know. I never stopped loving you. I wanted to stay, I wanted you to come with me. They wanted me to take over the Serpents they said they would kill me if I tried to leave the gang, I couldn’t become my father. Every day, every year that went by, I missed you. I’ve never been with anyone else because it will always be you. I don’t expect you to want me but I want you to know that I love you. I am still so in love with you.” He whispereD, his voice breaking as he stared at her flowing tears, breaking into her deep blue t shirt.

She got off of the desk, her feet hitting the floor as she began walking towards him, her eyes set on his

And then, almost in a dream, her lips were on his. It wasn’t crazy or passionate or fast and sexy. It was slow and uncertain, but familiar and warm. The kind of kiss you give a lover before you take them to bed, the kind you hold on to, It was safe, it was comfortable

It was home.