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8 Things Successful Students Do

Hey everyone! A lovely man named Mike Strangstalien, MA, MFT, LPC, NCC decided to compile a list of 8 things successful people do. He has been working on this list since 1994 and continues to update this list as he does more research. I decided to share some of his amazing work here with you all by summarizing his main points. Enjoy and good luck!

1. They raise their hand in class.

Now, this may seem trivial and sometimes you’re left with the question, “How can I speak up in class if I don’t even know what I don’t know?”. However, its been proven that people who raise their hand and ask questions tend to do better. If you are unsure of a question to ask, a good technique is to go home and review the material and the next day at the beginning of class, ask your question. This not only gets you to actively participate in class, but you begin to think about the information you learned and are able to commit it to long term memory.

2. They establish routine and structure.

During the day you should try to complete your homework so that at night you can spend your time studying, reviewing and consolidating. Its been proven that studying something before bed can commit it to long term memory. Doing work at night when you’re tired can lead to poor performance and may not commit things to memory if its the first time you’re seeing the information. 

Also, try to go to bed BEFORE 1:30 am! Why is this important? Your serotonin is used up during the day (about 90%)  and is reassembled if you get to bed by 1:30. If you go to bed past 1:30 twice in a row, you miss your key opportunity to replace it and you’re left with only 10%! Do this again and you’re down to only 1%. This affects your concentration, focus, attention, motivation and memory. 

3. They go to office hours.

Those who go to office hours at least 8 times during the semester yield, on average, 0.5-1.2 grade points HIGHER than their non-attending counter parts. The main reason people don’t go to office hours is a fear of looking “dumb”. However, if you just admit to your professor or TA that you’re completely lost, they can help re-teach. Remember to be honest about your confusion because otherwise they may start their explanation off the assumption that you already know something and you’ll have wasted your time and your professor’s. This can be the difference between a C and an A! 

4. They prepare for each lecture.

Preparation for each lecture is essential. Begin by reviewing any information from the last lecture within 24 hours of first receiving this information, otherwise you lose valuable time to commit it to long term memory. Additionally, quick read assigned readings so that the lecture can consolidate what you read. After the lecture, spend about 5 minutes summarizing the major points and look up any vocabulary you didn’t recognize. This all compiles into the three-read principle. 1. Read the textbook (or other materials) beforehand. 2. Reread after the lecture and try to find the main points in the reading. 3. Reread a third time and write notes as though you plan to teach the information. This means simplifying and not writing down unnecessary information. 

5. They remain actively involved when learning, attending lecture, and while studying. 

I have a post about active studying techniques which you can find here. Active learning requires not only that you consciously try to pay attention, but also that you maintain your motivation to learn the material, the willingness to complete the tasks at hand needed to learn it, and saying to yourself, “I am excited to learn something new and I am thankful that I have the opportunity to do it”. Remember, there are kids in other countries literally dying for the right to an education. Your education is luxury, not a right. Additionally, every 15 minutes, stop and ask yourself, “how does this fit into the main idea,” and “what is it that I just read and how can I form study questions from it?”. 

6. They take responsibility for their learning.

Although your professor is there to provide you with the information, it is not their job to make sure you learn it. Often times students fail because they expect the professor to try hard to help them. This is a harmful way of thinking and it can lead to failed exams. Those who take responsibility will make sure they seek help when they need it and they will make sure they search for resources outside of what is provided. If you’re really struggling with a concept, try Kahn Academy, YouTube or asking a TA. Its up to you to earn the A, not your professor. Also, keep track of your own grades and assignments that you turn in. This way if you need to see someone for help, you’re not disadvantaged because you waited until the grades were updated online after you threw away graded papers. 

7. They understand the work load and are prepared to study 7 days a week.

Not everyone can study for hours on end every day. For this reason, those who are successful make sure they break down their studying into 25 minute intervals. Additionally, make sure you touch on this information every single day to keep your brain ready for the class when it comes time and you can avoid procrastination. You also need to be prepared for repeated exposure. This means reviewing the same material 3-7 times. This highly increases your likelihood to not only learn the information for exam, but not become guilty of the “pump-and-dump”. This is especially helpful for anyone pursuing medical school or graduate school. 

8. They have no use for negative self-talk and they are honest with themselves.

You cant commit things to memory if you feel down or you are angry with yourself! Those who are successful maintain the mentality of, “I know that hard work and commitment will lead to success,” and, “I am capable, intelligent, and worthy of excellent grades”. They also understand that any grade they receive is earned and not given. Additionally, they understand that even at the end of the day, if they get bad grades they know for a fact that they tried their hardest. Self-criticism can be more harmful than good. Never scold yourself for missing homework, doing bad on an exam, or being confused. Instead, search for ways to actually CHANGE your behavior. A change in you mentality may sound silly, but it may be the difference between having the motivation to study a little harder and laying in bed feeling bad about yourself. BE HONEST. If you are really struggling and going to office hours and studying isn't helping, drop your pride and try to find a tutor. If a tutor isn’t in the books for you due to financial situations, explain this to your professor and see if you can schedule more one-on-one time. 

Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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The Tea is Decaf

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Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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Give me a break.

Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.”
My love. Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“No way.”
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“L-Longer?”
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
“Harry, please.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“How long?”
“T-Two months?”
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“Harry, I-”
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
“Alright.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No.”
“Harry,-”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Petals - Bucky Barnes x Reader

PAIRING: Bucky x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4k+

WARNING: references people being sick A LOT

➳ A soulmate & hanahaki (The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.) au

[Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au and figured seen as I’m making a new start on this new blog it’d be a great time to write one. Also I wanted the first thing I post on here to be something good and I’m content with this, it should end up being three parts but that depends on if people want more.]

The name of your soulmate appeared on your wrist when you were thirteen. You’d been overwhelmed by this uncontrollable delirium and a soft sensation passed over your wrist, like fingertips grazing your skin, and as they passed on they left the name ‘Steve Rogers’ printed in their wake.

You first met your soulmate when you were twenty four, it had felt like an eternity really but in the end it seemed to become worthy of all those years, years full of staring at the name ‘Steve Rogers’ on your wrist, tracing the bumpy letters on your wrist and revelling in the way your heart would stutter every now and again at the thought of him. Never did you think that the Steve Rogers on your wrist would be the Captain America though.

And you were twenty five when you found out that you weren’t his soulmate. The memory of that day was fresh and clear, it was early December and you were sat in your freezing cold studio apartment looking through pictures of Steve and your other friends. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month that had already begun to settle, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth filling your chest as you went through the pictures. Pictures of you and Steve out on walks, making funny faces, the memories of convincing him to take the pictures were what had you smiling the most.

You loved him. You loved Steve Rogers so much that one look at his toothy smile had you soaring up in the heavens, bliss being the only thought you have, that and how much you love Steve Rogers. But the thing about love is that it’s very fickle, working in funny ways. On one hand it can be a beautiful and thrilling thing, but then on the other it can also be inhumane, barbarous, mercilessly slicing apart hearts with an already blood stained sword so sharp it doesn’t even let you take a second breath before all the air leaves your lungs. And that edged sword got to you on that particular night, being as unforgiving as expected.

Pain had suddenly spread to your limbs, causing you to throw down your phone onto the floor which still showed the nicest picture of you and Steve, you staring at him smiling and him looking back for once, you looked down at the name written on your wrist in letters shaped much like how you would write them. Every other time you’ve looked at that name you felt only elation, but on that day there was only stinging dread passing through the underneath of your skin until it reached your stomach and began to swirl strangely.

That’s when you noticed it, the discoloration of the words, the solid black beginning to fade. “Why is it- why is it red?” You croaked out, rubbing at the letters but quickly giving up and pressing your hand against the your aching belly.

Steve’s face was still clear in your mind - bright smile, smooth blond hair that he styled to what he liked rather than what the 20th century would want, timid blue eyes, playful lips that hid behind them plenty of sarcastic comments - it was all so incredibly painful and you were in love, so in love.

That was the first night you threw up flower petals.

After it happened all you could do was stare at your lap with confusion, throat tight as you observed the vivid petals that were now scattered around your figure on top of your bed. Picking one of the petals up, you got a closer look at them, finger tips caressing the petals smoothness. You quietly wished that the petals beauty didn’t have to be associated with the same despair that was burning your lungs and causing your hands to shake restlessly.

They were carnation petals. Radiant and soft, filled with all the love that was never destined to fill your heart. Because Steve wasn’t yours. It turned out that he was never meant to be yours.

***

Three years later and you’d finally learnt why your soulmate’s name had turned red, it was because of a rather charming lady named Sharon Carter. You had no reason to hate her at all, and yet during hers and Steve’s engagement party you couldn’t bare to look in her direction.

You’d stayed by Steve’s side for most of the night, your connection to him making it almost impossible for you to refuse the impulsive desire to be in his proximity at all times. There was so much about him that you desired; the way he always smelt like a cabin in the woods, the way his smile was so familiar to you after years of staring at it, making traces in your mind so that when you weren’t near him you could imagine up the perfect replica, your mood instantly brightened by the image.

“Fate did it again,” Sam Wilson began to cheer, raising his glass up after finishing the speech that you’d easily ignored, not desiring to hear the story of your soulmates profound connection with another woman.

Everyone yelled in agreement, glasses rising everywhere and faces turning to stare at Steve. Sharon was sat on his right but you were sat on his left, making it easy for you to pretend in your head that they were raising the glasses in celebration of yours and Steve’s connection instead. Or at least you could until they all chorused, “to the soulmates, Steve and Sharon.” Breaking the marvellous dream you’d gotten lost in up until that point.

You did not cheer along but you did raise your glass for a quick second, toasting more to your official transformation into a glitch, before downing the champagne flute in it’s entirety.

It sounded stupid, but you’d actually been holding onto hope that maybe somehow you could get the writing to go back to black and just maybe Steve could become your soulmate. The hope had come in like the tide would, smoothly drawing itself closer and closer to your shores and filling you, but it was quick to fall back, taking with it any remnants of light you once possessed as the tide would scrape away the surface of any beach. Painfully slow, the pain making it clear just how real your situation was.

Once the yelling was done Steve turned to you, that bright smile of content glowing on his slightly sweaty face, the space in the Avenger’s tower now clumped full of people that were relevant to Steve and Sharon’s life in some way.

“You look so awkward right now,” you laughed at him.

His smile didn’t falter, a sign that your friendship was still as solid as ever because it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to banter. “I asked Tony if we could do a small celebration, only I forgot that Tony doesn’t know the meaning of the words ‘small celebration’.”

“Then this is your fault really,” a waiter walked by and Steve grabbed two more of the champagne flutes, handing one to you. You guessed that he was trying to use the alcohol (as ineffective as it may be on him) to push down some of his nerves, meanwhile you were using it to push down the lump of petals that had been at the bottom of your throat the entire night. “He really did invite everyone,” you murmured, eyes returning to the crowd in front of you, “including your postman.”

“What, really?”

His eyes had followed where yours had travelled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled past your lips, though you did try by placing your hand in front of your lips. “Made you look.” You commented, welcoming the joking glare Steve threw your way.

He took another sip of the champagne, a drink more suited to Tony’s taste than Steve’s but he knew that Sharon was a fan of it so the star-spangled man did not complain, especially because you’d already revealed that the engagement present you’d bought was one of his favourite whiskey’s.

“I’m glad you came, Y/N, this night wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.” Steve blurted out, making that cursed feeling sizzle at the bottom of your belly. His words inspiring too much hope that he did actually love you. Now every time you became hopeful you were hit with the image of the black names stamped on Steve’s and Sharon’s wrist.

“You know I’m always here for you.” The words passed through your lips with ease because they were the truest thing you could possibly say, another curse that came with being a glitch. No matter what he did to you or other people, you would forever be by his side, saying yes to his every whim. “Always.” You whispered afterward, a reminder of your tie to the man who would never love you as much as you loved him.

“And yet you won’t let me be there for you,” he said, making you turn your head towards him in confusion because, as far as you were aware, you gave him everything. Every part of you and all the things that you could offer as perks. “Why won’t you let me help you find your soulmate? All Tony needs is the name and then he can find them.”

Except that, you gave Steve everything but the truth about the name on your wrist. You could never tell Steve about that.

“I just want you to be happy.” His last words were full of meaning and the tone which laced around what he said easily broke your resolve, the pain threatening to take over, making you realise that no matter how hard you try to keep a clean facade it will never be enough to bury your feelings in front of Steve’s affectionate eyes, genuine and dripping with concern.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, voice monotonous to cover up what you were truly feeling. You’d told so many lies to Steve by this point that they passed your lips far too easily now. “I want to do this alone.”

Steve looked down, smile completely gone as he pursed his lips in a tight line that matched the way your lips were. “I don’t want you to.”

Ever since the moment when you first met Steve you knew he was far too kind. Ever since you met him all he’d done was try his hardest to help you in anyway I can, much like how he would with every friend. But for you this wasn’t being nice, Steve was killing you with kindness and you could barely handle it anymore. You rushed to hand him your champagne though he’s confused by your actions so he reacts slower than you’d like. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you reveal after he finally took the flute, “I’ll be right back.”

You’d barely given Steve time to react before you performed a vanishing act in your high heels, making your way over to the bathroom and feeling especially relieved when you found it unoccupied. It took you seconds to collapse inside of the bathroom, falling against the toilet as petals burst from your mouth, your stomach emptying itself instantaneously.

The numbness gained from getting all the petals out is brief but alleviating, and for a short while you’re able to pretend that there’s no tightness around your heart whilst the petals continued to pour out, making you feel light and dizzy as the relief that comes from the flowers mitigates the pain for a few seconds. You weren’t sure how much time exactly you spent inside that bathroom surrounded by yellow carnations which had previously been built up in your stomach thanks to the engagement party. You only realised that you’d stopped throwing up the petals when the swell of pain returned back in your stomach, sharply pressing against your insides like razors rather than petals.

You began to glare at your right hand, the red print on your skin covered to others but far too visible to you. Always far too visible. You hated it so much. You hated how in summer you had to cover it up with gauze and how you’re only ever allowed to wear long sleeved dressed, and you especially hated how shameful the red print was. You wondered how destiny could be so cruel, not holding any kind of clemency against those that it chooses to bear the red words for the rest of their lives.

All you were was a glitch, and such a word always had you feel dry and raw on the tip of your tongue, the truth still so impossible to accept even after you bered the secret for years. The secret being that you were a glitch in fate, condemned to love from afar, doomed to accept the fact that your feelings were never going to be reciprocated, that your heart will always long for a missing piece that you won’t find in your lifetime.

It’s weird how the words in red changed your perception of life. How your innocent feelings for Steve turned into something much more intense and arduous, a desperate longing that came with the mark of a soulmate which is only satisfied in the moment when you find the person that also holds your own name on their hands. There would not be such a climax for you because you were a glitch, a name lost in the wind and never imprinted on someones skin.

Eventually you force yourself to get up, cleaning the bathroom by flushing down all the evidence of your disease. That’s the one good thing about being a glitch, it was easy to hide. All you need to do is keep the name covered and the petals out of sight; the only times the disease got hard to keep hidden was when you were with Steve.

You were surprised to find Natasha silently standing outside of the bathroom, blank eyes finding yours as she lifted her head to look at you, she proceeded to nod her head towards the empty balcony. When she spoke to your her voice was low, the tone sounding almost bored as she dragged out the words. “Come on, I’ll get you a strong drink.”

You don’t say anything to her, knowing that with Natasha there was no need to as she knew what you were going through better than anyone else in the party.

Natasha takes the lead through the swarm of fashionable guest whilsts you kept your concentration completely on the sight of the bar, slightly crowded against the other side of the grand room. Natasha placed her hand on your lower back when you approached the wooden counter, keeping you steady but not asking you to speak, instead she just orders the drinks. It was because she understood that your voice wouldn’t be out of use for a little bit longer, your throat probably raw and broken after all of the petals that had spilled out of your throat. As soon as the drink was in your hand you were quick to sip from it, sucking on an ice cube to cool down your burning throat. “Fuck,” you hiss once the sip was swallowed, “that’s strong.”

The tip of Natasha’s lip rose up, as she took a seat on one of the stools whilst guiding you onto the other. “Don’t worry, one glass won’t turn you into a sloppy drunk.”

“I’ll probably need another one of these,” you think out loud, infatuated by the idea of losing your mind in a glass of some unknown but very strong alcoholic beverage.

“No,” Natasha replied calmly, drinking out of her glass with a smoothness that comes from years of drinking strong liquors, building up an immunity. “I’m not dragging your drunk, crying ass out of here.”

“Ouch,” you muttered, hiding your smile behind the glass whilst taking another sip. Conversation had died down and a comfortable silence stretched between you and your unlikely friend you’d made after meeting Steve. It’s a welcoming peace amongst the buzzing excitement that always seemed to vibrate around the rest of the avengers, you’re casual and quiet behaviour too dull compared to the vibrancy Thor and Tony seemed to possess on these occasions.

It had you wondering if Natasha ever felt that way, feeling locked in as she was incapable of sharing the passion that is brimming around her, only able to focus on her own matters as she ignores the sickness of love that was always heavy in the air. But one look at her face made you realise that she probably doesn’t even care, and the jealousy that suddenly curses through you is so sharp even Natasha seemed to feel it, turning towards you to give you a curious look. “Spill,” she said, finishing her drink in one gulp.

You couldn’t hold back the words that spilled from your mouth, far too curious. “Dd it hurt?” Natasha seemed slightly startled, and that might have been the strongest emotion you’d seen on her face in years. “The surgery,” you cleared up, heart beating nervously as you realised that it may have been a sensitive subject, but as per usual she looked barely fazed.

“They all the pain away, Y/N. So no, it didn’t hurt.” Even though Natasha didn’t seem affected at all, even ordering another drink, you had a feeling of dread faintly tugging at the inside of your chest. Memories of Natasha’s wide smile and quiet yet vibrant laugh still fresh in your mind and very much missed. All that is left of her after the surgery is a mere shell of what she used to be, a rougher facade that sometimes glinted with the ghost of a smile and half hearted laughter. But Natasha isn’t suffering anymore, she got rid of all the pain that came with being a glitch even though it meant sacrificing every single feeling in the process.

“What do you feel for him now?” You prodded further, carefully watching her reaction for any inclination that you’d gone too far.

“For Clint?” There was no emotion in her voice as she pronounced the name of the person that used to be tattooed on her skin, sharp letters in bright red. The name had completely vanished, after the surgery the name had turned fainter and fainter until the letters were completely gone. “I’m happy for him, I guess. Laura is a nice girl, and they look pretty good together.”

“Did you ever tell him?”

Natasha glanced briefly at you, beginning to look slightly tired of your questions, “no way. It’s not that I care, but I know he’d beat himself up for it. He never asked when he found out that I was a glitch, and I’m glad he never prodded.”

You nodded quietly, “sometimes I think about telling him, you know,” you say softly, biting down onto your lip when your heart began to jump against your ribcage. “My delusional brain likes to believe there’s still a chance. That fate got it wrong, somehow. That maybe he loves me and not her, down down.” You couldn’t stop the bitter smile on your face as your own thoughts came out of your mouth, even as you said them you realised how unrealistic they were.

“I’m not going to lie, when I first saw you two together I thought you could be soulmates.” At her words you tensed up and she seemed to notice your distress straight away, fidgeting on her spot. “Sorry. I forget to be tactful sometimes.”

“You always used to pick your words so carefully,” you gave her a dejected smile, one that she doesn’t return. “Don’t you ever miss it thought?”

Natasha blinked at you, confused, looking at you straight in the eye. “Miss what?”

“Being love. Feeling things so intensely.”

She seems to mull your words for a moment, eyes gazing at the liquid in her glass before trailing upward, stopping on something and so you look that way too. Clint stands on the other side of the room, drink in hand. When you turn back to Natasha you feel like you see her eyes turn melancholic for a second, sparkling faintly before the gleam is gone, but then you convince yourself that it was just your imagination.

When she finally answered, her voice came out almost fragile, a ghost of the old Natasha Romanoff resurfacing in the forlorn quirk of her lips. “I’m not even sure what missing feels like.”

The two of you settled in a comfortable silence after that, you forcing the putrid drink down your throat so that you could get the pain to be numbed by the buzz of alcohol if only for a moment. You didn’t know what was going through Natasha’s mind and you never did really. It was still hard for you to imagne what it must be like to have all emotions taken away. As a glitch though you understood more than most the need to have it taken away, but for you there was always fear stopping you.

As you dismayed in that silence, your eyes often scanned your surroundings. Perhaps you were making sure that Steve and Sharon weren’t anywhere near, or perhaps you were looking for something else.

Though you weren’t sure what that something else was, you found it in the form of James Buchanan Barnes. The encounter didn’t fully bloom into something else in that moment, but it was the start. Like a matchstick when it first grates it’s way across the rough texture of the matchbox, the beginnings of flames blossoming but not executing a full flame. No that came after after two or three more times of being struck. In this situation you were the matchstick, and Bucky was the matchbox.

You’d heard of Bucky from Steve plenty of times beforehand but you had never met the damaged soldier as he was a bit of a introvert. An introvert to the point of hiding himself away from most people whenever he possibly could, you assumed that this engagement party was not one of those occasions.

His eyes were a blue you’d rarely seen. They were bluer than Steve’s and had your mind conjuring up a number of new metaphors, though most of the words you could think of had already been wasted on metaphors for Steve’s eyes.

Bucky seemed to be staring back at you but you couldn’t truly be sure as he was hidden in the shadows of the corner of the room, long brown hair falling in front of his face in a way that hid his eyes very well. But the shadows nor the hair could hide what he was playing with in his hands, it looked to be a familiar shape but that wasn’t what truly gave it a way. It was the colour that had you recognising what was in his hands instantly. It was the petal off of a carnation flower, a yellow petal.

The drink you had in your hand was spilled instantaneously, slipping out of your weakened grasp and falling onto the floor with a loud smash that had your surprised condition announced to everyone. It felt like the entire world was looking at you then and there, you simply had no choice but to run away despite Natasha’s disgruntled moans about your surprise attack.

As if the urge to throw up more petals wasn’t already taking control of your instincts, placing you instantly into panic mode, the compulsion only worsened as you slapped your body into Sharon’s.

She was as kind as ever, placing her hands around your shoulders and checking to see if you were okay. But her hands felt like fire pressed flush against your skin, melting the layers of skin and scolding your bones, the pain flowing it’s way through your body as easy as blood passing through veins. Impulsively you cast her hands aside, having to force the words ‘I’m sorry’ as you ran past. In reality you wanted to scream at her, possibly murder her because she won. Even if it was never a game, she’d won the life you would now only be capable of dreaming of. But what use was such a dream when you’d have to wake up to a living nightmare?

Steve looked extremely concerned when you passed him, the petals already weighing down your tongue.

You had to get out.

No one could see the petals.

Even as you thought those things heavy doubt fell on your shoulders. Bucky knew, and you didn’t know him well enough to figure out if he’d go around telling everyone. You couldn’t even decipher what that show in the bar was meant to be, a threat? A show of understanding? Either way your mind had jumped to the worst possible scenario and it had you running out of the avengers building as fast as your feet would allow you.

Once outside you went to find the most private place you could to finally let the petals be freed once again. That would have been the fifth time that day.

Opera

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Requested?: Yep! Taylor requested this quite a while ago and I finally finished it! (you dug your own grave, twin)

Prompt: “This is my official request for you to write a fic based on those tags.” aka Lin takes you out to the Opera for date night but, he looks ridiculously good in a tuxedo and it’s all you can think about.

Warnings: public sex, biting, unprotected sex, Lin in a suit

Words: 2.9k+ (literally like 20 words from 3,000; holy shit)

A/N: Welp, my first Lin imagine and it is smut. Oh well! Thank you again to @helplesslylins , @diggs4life and @tempfixeliza for reading this damn thing like 3 times and encouraging me to post! Enjoy it you sinners!

Tags: @linsnavi  @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister @fragmentofmymind

Originally posted by yayhamletnonstop


It was one of those rare times when Lin was not running from country to country working on projects. He was there when you woke up in the morning and actually listened when you asked him to stay in bed for a few more minutes. You learned to cherish these times and take advantage of it, so when you suggested a “night on the town” Lin was on a mission to find the best thing out there.

“Do you mean casual dress? Or an all out black tie affair?” Lin asked, looking up from his computer as you entered the bedroom.

“Uh, well, black tie! It’s been awhile since we got all fancy.” You replied after some thought, laying next to him and raising a brow as he quickly minimized his window.

“It’s a surprise.” He stressed, kissing your forehead. “Don’t give me that lip.”

You sighed, getting off the bed and heading to the door.

“Fine, fine! Get to planning, I expect to be dazzled!”

And a week later, Lin told you to clear your schedule for Friday night.

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Blood And Kisses

Originally posted by wood-chris


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”

“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”

Word count: 2.922

Posted: 28th of April 2017

A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything.
Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better.
Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!

- G. x

Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.


“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.

“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.

Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.

Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.

“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”

“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.

“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.

“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.

“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.

“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.

“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.

“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.

“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.

“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.

“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.

“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.

“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.

“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.

“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”

“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”

“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.

“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.

“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.

Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.

“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.

“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.

“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.

“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.

“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.

“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.

“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”

“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.

“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.

“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.

“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.

“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”

“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”

“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.

“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.

“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.

“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”

“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.

“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”

“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”

“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.

You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.

Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.

You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.

“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.

“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.

“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”

“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”

“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”

“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.

“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.

“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”

“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.

“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.

“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.

You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”

“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.

“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”

“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.

“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”

“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.

“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.

“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.

“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”

You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.

You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.


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summary:

after being overseas for six years, bucky is struggling to adjust. being home after an honorable discharge isn’t as easy as the movies make it seem, but could you and your child be the key to bucky’s happiness?

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: ~10K 

warnings: angst, children, mentions of abandonment, nightmares, mentions of PTSD, mentions of guilt, mostly fluff, happy ending

a/n: this is for @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K AU writing challenge. my prompt was number 18 (“I’m such an idiot. I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”), and i may have gone a bit overboard (like way overboard) but. oh well. i hope you guys like it! 

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Father to the Unknown: Part One

AN: Since I’ve been so remiss in updating lately, here, have a new Wonder Woman series.

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE, BUT I WAITED MONTHS TO POST THIS. I WANT THAT NOTED!!!!!


When the phone rings for the fourth time, you start to think that some people just can’t take a hint. Then you remember exactly who’s on the other end, and you realize that the man can take a hint, he’s just too stubborn to do so. You wait for the buzzing to die off, and sure enough it starts again a second later.

    With a sigh you pick the phone up, and hit the answer button. You wait for him to speak first, “You’re a tough one to get a hold of.”

    “I figured you’d get the hint, Mr. Wayne.”

    “I’m calling in regards to your mother …”

    You cut him off before he can continue, “Saving the world is my mother’s business not mine, Mr. Wayne. I have no desire to join your little club.”

    “So she told you.”

    Your eyes flicker to the television, “The news told me everything I needed to know, Mr. Wayne. I saw the remains of the fight. I saw my mother.”

    “You disagree with her choice, a choice to step up and save the world?”

    Your eyes land on a photograph over the mantel. A picture of you and your mother from last year, not that anyone would know it. You looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. “My mother was born to save the world Mr. Wayne, I was born to protect her.”

    “Which is exactly, why I’m calling.”

You stiffen at the words, “What do you mean?”

“When’s the last time you talked to Diana?”

“Two days ago. We made plans to meet in London.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Austria.”

“Good. If you take a plane you can be there in five hours.”

You find your mouth dry, at the words, and it takes everything you have to ask your question, “What’s happened to my mother, Mr. Wayne?”

There’s a moment of hesitation before he says, “I’ll explain when you get here. I’ve already booked your flight.”

It doesn’t take you long to grab the essentials; a few pairs of clothes, emergency cash, and a few family heirlooms. You make it to the airport with only a few minutes to spare. You spend the entire flight with a knot in your stomach. You’d talked to her two days ago. Only two days. Your mother was a goddess. She was unbreakable. Only able to be killed by someone like her. And yet, no matter how many times you repeated that information to yourself you never felt any better.

Your mother had had may professions during her time in man’s world. She’d been a teacher, a professor, a nurse, a translator, and now museum curator. It made sense, your mother’s love of Greek history.

Your mother took pride in her work. Her love for it displayed any time she talked about it. Organization ruled her domains, just as it had when you were a child. But as you step into her office you see what Bruce is talking about. There are papers scattered on the floor. The glass displays behind her desk are broken. Her tablet had been thrown against the wall. You lock eyes with Bruce over top of the investigators scouring the floor. A few eyes flick to you, before the lead inspector turns to you.

Before he can say a word Bruce steps in, “This is Ms. Trevor. My translator, she should be able to help with the translation on the wall.”

Your eyes snap to the wall you had missed in the chaos, and the writing there. You swallow the lump in your throat, and the investigator prods you on, “Well, Ms. Trevor.”

Your voice quakes a bit, “It’s ancient Greek. One word. Themyscira.”

Your eyes flick to Bruce, as the investigator turns back to his team. With a motion of your head, Bruce follows you back. Once you’re safe distance away you ask, “Was that blood on the wall?” His nod is barely perceivable but it’s there. You take a deep breath.

“Would she go there?” His voice is soft.

You shake your head, “She didn’t know the way back. She would have taken me there when she found out she was pregnant. There’s no way to find it.”

Bruce’s voice is soft, “Your father found it.”

You snap, “My father crashed into the sea near it. There’s a difference Mr. Wayne.”

“Which means it’s not impossible to find.”

You stare at the man. The bat vigilante. The world’s greatest detective. Your brow furrows and you step closer, “What do you know?”

“Your mother believed that our world would soon need the full force of the Amazons. We’ve been doing some searching for it. Looking at your father’s flight pattern, and judging distances and so forth, along with strange reports of fog.”

“You know where Themyscira is?” You ask softly.

“I have an idea of where it is.” He corrects gently, “And if who ever took your mother knew this, then they’re counting on someone to come and try and rescue her.”

Your eyes narrow, “Why me? I’m nowhere near as strong as my mother.”

He shrugs, “Who knows. But you’re probably her only hope.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, “You’re not going?”

“Your mother gave me strict instructions to remain here if something were to happen to her. To contact you, and give you these.” You focus on the small watch, and piece of paper in his hand before taking them.

You knew the watch well, you had fallen asleep with it clutched to your chest more than once. It was the only thing of your father’s that you had. The photograph was different. You hadn’t seen it before, but you knew your parents on sight. You carefully slip both into your pocket before meeting Bruce Wayne’s gaze again. “Well?” he asks.

You give a small smile, “My mother always said that we could sit around and do nothing, or try and do something. Apparently doing nothing is no longer working. I’m going to need a ride Mr. Wayne.”

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❝hello! i’m a new writer and this will be my first scenario on tumblr. it’ll be an altered request (that you can find the original for here) but i hope you like it all the same ;; i’ll be posting more soon though so please send in requests! ◉◡◉❞


jungkook | smut | enemies to lovers au | one thousand words | request


“I was being fucking sarcastic.”

“I know, mosquito. It’s one of your many charms and why I’m the only person who can stand to be around you.

"You can’t stand me, though.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

warnings: smut | graphic language | jk being annoying

gif credit: here.

“Hey there, mosquito tits.”

“Hey yourself, bubble butt.”

This was a common exchange between the two of you—from mortal enemies to best friends. It started when you were paired together for a science project. Not the best idea on your teacher’s part because his favorite class was lunch.

Lunch wasn’t even a class.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 4 A/B/O

A/N: WOOHOO! Part 4 is here! I will be posting part 5 in a couple hours when I get off of school today! This chapter was supposed to be part 4 and 5 together, but I had to cut in in half cuz Tumblr was like “lol nope!” 😭☹️ I hope y'all like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️ 

Warnings: Sex. Swearing. Fem/Fem. NSFW. 

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It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 2

Loved the Jughead imagine you just posted! Idk if anon is going to request part two with Veronica but if they do I have a possible idea haha. So the Cooper’s mom bombards the reader with more stress before school and she’s totally out of it until Veronica pulls her aside, comforts her and helps her approach Betty. It goes well and there’s a lot of crying between the two Cooper’s, so Veronica decides they’ll go to Pop’s to cheer up. Jughead is there and the reader gets adorably flustered

I only have one thing to ask…Part three????

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It was a few days after you talked to Jughead in Pop’s and things had been going pretty well. You often found yourself hanging out with Jughead during lunch in the library. He would show you his progress of his novel to which you would become amazed at his writing skills. He would also ask you about your family and how you were doing. You were always truthful with one another, you were open about your feelings and he shared his own troubles. Your friendship was blossoming before your very eyes. It was the accidental brush of fingers and the lingering looks that pulled you to him further. From what you could tell, it wasn’t one sided either. Just the fact he still wanted you around whenever he could was a good sign; but then your anxiety would get the better of you. Why would he, a smart and good-looking Sophomore, want to date you, a mediocre Freshman? That answer seemed to be lost in the deepest corners of your mind, because now things were bad again.

“I can’t have you being distracted by boys like Betty. Focus on your studies, join at least 3 clubs for your transcript, and go off to a good college. Any less than that would be a disappointment, now wouldn’t it?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your head from this morning. You were walking next to Betty, who had heard it all, at school. Flashes of this morning danced before your eyes; Mother yelling then you agreeing, Betty protesting, Mother screaming, then you and Betty crying. Your mother had said some things to say the least, and going to school right after that horror show wasn’t the best idea. You could still feel the stinging in your eyes and your sniffly nose fought against you when you and Betty told Veronica that “we’re fine.”

It didn’t help that you got a few texts from Jughead in the morning asking if you wanted to hangout at Pop’s after school. When you made it to 3rd Period, your Writing Class, you were already exhausted and wanted to be anywhere but there. You sat down in a random seat and started to pull out the notes from Friday when you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N,” he started, “are you okay?” You turned in your seat to face him and saw that his blue eyes were full of worry. “Yeah, I’m good why?” You obviously were lying, and you knew Jughead noticed by the way his eyebrows furrowed. “You didn’t reply to my texts this morning,” he said, his voice hushed to not arouse suspicion. Luckily you were saved from having to talk to him any longer because the bell rang and your teacher started class. During the whole period, you could feel Jughead’s eyes on you. If it was under different circumstances, you might’ve enjoyed the attention, but right now all you wanted to do was escape. So when the bell rang you darted out of the classroom and walked as quickly as you could to the next class.

During lunch, you sat with Betty and her friends rather than Jughead. You just didn’t want to face him after that. The lunch period was rather uneventful; Archie seemed to be quiet and wouldn’t look at Betty, so it was Kevin and Veronica that carried the conversation. You were about to chime in when your phone buzzed against your leg. You pulled it out and saw it was a text notification from Jughead.

Jughead ;} : I won’t be able to be there for you if you don’t talk to me.

Jughead ;} : Whenever you want to see me, just text me, okay?

You didn’t have the chance to reply because the lunch bell rang. You and your sister barely made it through the rest of the day without breaking down. Veronica, being one of the greatest friends ever, noticed this and confronted the both of you after school.

“If you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, that’s fine, but I’m taking you two out to Pops to hang out whether you like it or not.” Betty tried to protest but Veronica silenced her with a raised finger, “Aunt Ronnie is not letting anyone mope.” She drove you both to the diner, in an uncomfortable silence. When you all arrived, each one of you ordered a milkshake and found a secluded booth.

“So, what’s up?” Veronica asked as if nothing was wrong. Betty was about to answer with a cliche answer but you beat her to it. “Our mom hasn’t been the kindest woman to us lately.” You looked at Betty who merely nodded in agreement. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Veronica asked, her voice laced with concern. You shrugged and Betty didn’t say a word. “Well, you two can sleep over at my place whenever you need to, okay?” She asked, reaching her hands across the table to hold on of yours and one of Betty’s. “Thank you, Veronica.” Betty said, her blue eyes happy and clear for the first time that day. You nodded in agreement and then Veronica changed the subject to Archie. She and Betty talked it out and you found yourself looking out the window of the diner.

It was a nice day outside, unlike the last time you were here. The rain pattering against the window and enjoying Jughead’s company. Jughead; you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of him. You had left him out of the loop, lied to him. You found your phone and was about to text him when you saw the notification.

Jughead ;} : Second booth nearest to the bathroom, if you want to sit.

You smiled softly at your phone. “Hey Betty I got to go to the bathroom.” Betty nodded and scooted out of the booth so you could get out. You walked past the main door and the little divider and saw him sitting there. He looked up and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little. You walked over and sat down next to him, your shoulders brushing his.

“I’m sorry about before.” You said and Jughead nodded. “I understand if you don’t what to see me Y/N, I’m not the friendliest of person but at least tell me.”

“Oh, that’s not why I,” you let out a quiet laugh, “I had a really bad morning and I didn’t well, I didn’t talk to anyone at school.”

“What happened?” He asked, and you were caught off guard by the kindness in his eyes. You proceeded to tell him what happen between you, your sister, and your mother in the morning. He listened to every word and it seemed he got closer each time you spoke. “Is there-” He started, but he stopped himself. He turned his eyes to the table, hand curled in fists on the stand. You rested your hand on his forearm, causing him to look back at you. “It’s okay, Jug. I’m going to be okay.” You didn’t know what it was exactly; the fact that his handle was suddenly holding yours or if it was the way he was looking at you, but you believed what you had said. As long as Jughead was around, you felt that you would be just fine. Suddenly, Jughead was closer, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

“Can I?” He whispered and you felt a hot blush rise to your cheeks. Despite that, you found the bravery to answer him. “Y-yes.”

His lips were soft when they met yours. You fumbled a bit at first, this being your first kiss. Jughead didn’t seem to care, he only kissed you back harder. His hand cupped your neck and your hands found his jaw. He pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against yours. You were both catching your breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. You let out a winded laugh and so did he. “I’ll be better than okay.” You whispered and Jughead leaned in again, giving you a slower, sweeter kiss than before. Your hands pulled gently on his sweater, trying to bring him closer. If it wasn’t the pesky need to breath, you would probably never stop kissing him. You sensed Jughead felt the same way, judging how he brushed his nose against yours. It suddenly felt hot in the diner, and you were brought back to reality. You looked over and saw that Betty and Veronica were still talking, but you didn’t what to risk taking too long.

“I should go back, so they don’t suspect anything.” You whispered, but Jughead only kissed you in response. It was a quick peck, but it still left you wanting more. “Okay,” he whispered back, “text me if anything gets to be too much, yeah?” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. You reached your hand up, letting your fingertips brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes at the touch, as if he was waiting for this moment for months. “I will.” You murmured as you slid out of the booth. You walked back to your sister and your friend, sitting down next to Veronica this time. “What did you do, fall in?” Veronica joked, and Betty laughed. A grin crept onto your features and you looked up and saw Jughead leaving the diner. He gave you a look, that no one else saw, and left. “Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I fell in.”

Tokyo Ghoul: re [quest] #002  [union]

NOTICE: This translation does not base on original version of the novel (which is Japanese), but on the official Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version. Some contents or meaning may be misinterpreted due to multiple translations between different languages and my personal misunderstandings or inability. Also, since English isn’t my mother language, some grammar mistakes may be unavoidable. Please, do point out any parts you find strange or mistaken.

DISCLAIMER: This translation is for the purpose of my personal language practicing only. I do not own or originally created any contents in this novel. Tokyo Ghoul :re[quest] (東京喰種-トーキョーグール-:re[quest]) is written by Towada Shin (十和田シン), which based on Tokyo Ghoul(東京喰種トーキョーグール) series, the creation of Ishida Sui (石田スイ). Thus, all the rights of this work reserved to Ishida Sui, Towada Shin and the publisher, Shueisha Inc. (株式会社集英社). All the Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version’s rights reserved to its publisher Sharp Point Publishing (尖端出版) and the translator Lai Si-Yu (賴思宇). Please do not rehost without citation or reuse this translation, especially not in the any forms of profitable usages. If you’re interested, buy official copy when it’s available in your region.


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Hiding under other people’s wings forever, then you’ll end up achieve nothing, and lose everything

So she raised up her courage, stepped into the shade of the Tree where could never be shined by sunlight, for she hoped she herself would have enough strength to help others.

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Sidequests

Deep within the bowels of the Earth laid an ancient force. A powerful source of magic and energy, which through the eons has developed a mind of its own. From its realm inside Mt. Cleos, the creature created an energetic flow that would give life to the variety of creatures and ecosystems around the mountain.

Once every 10 years, when the weather was just right, and the ground was quiet, the creature would emerge with great force out of the mouth of the mountain and into the skies. There, from its perch above the heavens, it will oversee all that it has created.

On this quiet day, it happened. With a thunderous roar, and a gush of red and yellow light, the beautiful beast swirled out of the top off the mountain, its wings glowing in the sunlight, and its mouth breathing ancient fire and smoke into the air in a display of fireworks.

*click*

Jessica’s camera shutter clicked as she took a photo of the beast just as it was emerging out of the mountain.

“That’s another 200 tokens!” she exclaimed excitedly, putting her camera into her duffle bag, which was filled with a large array of miscellaneous items. She looked down as she heard the familiar huffing of her friend Nora, climbing up the hill.

“I told you we had a perfect vantage point from this hilltop.” Jessica smiled as Nora collapsed onto her knees.

“I believed you…” Nora said, still huffing, out of breath. She looked up at the sky, which was still glowing in red and yellow. “What I was…” she started speaking before running out of breath again. “…Trying to say is…” she put her hands on her knees. “…oh divines… I’m so out of shape…” she looked up to see Jessica giving her a bottle of water.

After a few minutes of lying down against a tree and drinking the whole bottle, Nora finally caught her breath. “What I was trying to say was-” she started saying as she saw Jessica already beginning to pack. “Oh come on!”

“What?” Jessica looked back, confused.

“This is exactly what I was talking about, Jess.” Nora got up, tripped a little, and then found her balance. “Where are you even going?”

“Down the hill…” Jessica pointed down the valley of the mountain where there was a small village. “The festival is gonna take place soon. I wanna get all of our errands done before sundown.”

“But why?!” Nora asked. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” she looked up at the flying beast. “Why are you in such a hurry to do… things?”

Jessica raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what her friend was going on about.

“Listen Jess, you’re smart. Way too smart.” Nora started rambling. “I don’t understand why you’d think this is a good course of action, I mean… look!” she opened Jessica’s duffle bag and starting rummaging through the items.

“Broken vase shards…”

“Be careful with those! I’m almost 20% done with this one!”

“Stamp collection…”

“I think I’m making good progress.”

“All these letters…”

“Speaking of which, I need to deliver one of those to a butcher in that village over there.”

Nora sighed in frustration. “And then what?”

“Then we have to go pick up some ingredients for that old man’s stew. And after that I’m gonna go to the post office to pick up new stamps. And then to the local shrine because I think there’re vase shards there. Oh, and the little kid in the last town wanted us to buy special balloons for him in the super-store over here… and of course there’s lots of games I need to play during the festival, and take more pictures of the Mt. Cleos Monster… if I take a pic of its shadow against the full moon that’s worth 500 tokens-”

“Jess, shut up!” Nora was fed up, she stared at her friend in the eyes. There was a long silence between them.

Nora rubbed the back of her head, the sun was beginning to set behind her. “I’m sorry… I’m just…”

Jessica blushed, she looked a bit upset. “Don’t yell at me…”

“I know… I’m sorry, I’m just. Jess, this is no way to live.” Nora sat down again, she tapped the ground next to her, gesturing for Jessica to sit next to her. Jessica kept standing.

“Listen, I know this is important to you, but we can’t keep doing this. We can’t take on the whole world like that. We’re stretching ourselves thin. Look at me, I’m barely standing… look at yourself!”

Jess touched her hand to her face. It was covered with bandaids and scratches, and her eyes had bags under them and were sunken in.

“But I want to help people.” Jessica said, her voice quieter.

“I know you do, and you’re the most beautiful and caring person in the world. But you’re not gonna be helping anybody if you’re always busy helping everybody.” Nora explained.

“When you deliver the letter to that butcher…” Nora said. “What do you think will happen then? He’ll probably need help with something too. And in the super-store there’ll be more kids who will want you to buy more stuff. And the shrine maiden will probably have their own errands they’ll want you to do.” Nora sighed, she blushed at looked down. “That’s what happened the last 3 towns. That’s what will happen in the next town.”

Jessica looked down at Nora, a few tears in her eyes. She sat down quietly next to her. The sky were beginning to be painted orange as the sun went down. The lights show in the sky was subsiding.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Jessica asked.

“Just slow down. Take your time. There’s no rush. You don’t have to be everyone’s personal grocer 24/7.”

Jessica went quiet. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“No, don’t be…” Nora said. She smiled. “How about this… let’s go down to the village, deliver the letter, and then take the rest of tonight and tomorrow off? We’ll go to the festival, and just have fun. No need to worry about meeting deadlines or making the most progress. Just us, the games, and Mt. Cleos Monster.”

Jessica smiled, she held Nora’s hand. “That sounds pretty good.”

Dearly Beloved

Originally posted by frosya

Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man

You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.

“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.

“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.

“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”

You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”

Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.

“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”

“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”

Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.

Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”

You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”

The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.

Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.

“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.

They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.

“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.

“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”

You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.

Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”

Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”

You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”

He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”

Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.

Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.

“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.

“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.

“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“A surprise.”

You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.

“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.

“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”

Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”

You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.

Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.

You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”

“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”

You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.

Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”

You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”

“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.

Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.

“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”

His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”

You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”

Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”

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Marinette’s pencil brushed lightly across the page as she shaded the sketch of Chat Noir, sitting casually on her balcony’s railing.

“How’s it going?” he asked.  She wasn’t sure how he managed to stay so still, in the same pose, without altering his expression.

“Almost done.”  Catching the pencil in her teeth, she rubbed at the graphite with her thumb to blend it better.  "Just need the last few touches on the background.“

"How do you do that?”  The cat was definitely curious.

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Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanfiction Chapter 4)

Hey guys! Chapter 4 is here! Chapter 5 is in the works, no worries! The ending is a bit better than the other chapter so enjoy! 

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http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156859812181/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton

CHAPTER 5 IS HERE:

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CHAPTER 6 IS HERE!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

CHAPTER 7 TOO!

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CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

When The Voltron Team are about to escape Prince Lotor with Lance with them, his heart stops. The team is so close to the Castle. But can they save him in time?

Chapter 4: Well, Damn.

Keith had noticed how quiet Lance had gotten when he strapped him into the seat in the back of the Green lion. But he was busy grabbing the first aid kit and wrapping up his bleeding hands, preoccupied. But Lance’s hands were cold, He had been sweating the entire time during the escape but now he wasn’t. Then Keith looked up from wrapping one of his hands, looking at Lance’s face and realized he wasn’t breathing.

Keith’s hand flew up to Lance’s neck searching for any kind of heart beat. Nothing. Lance’s heart wasn’t beating.

FUCK! Pidge I need you to go faster!” Keith shouted.

“What? What happened?” Pidge shouted her eyes not straying from where she was flying.

Keith’s voice rose, panicked, “Lance’s heart just stopped beating!” He screamed.

There was a moment of pure silence before Keith jumped up, undoing Lance’s straps and throwing his body to the floor. Keith kneeled beside him trying to remember every CPR class he ever had at the Garrison. Keith placed his hands over the middle of Lance’s chest and pumped hard and fast counting in groups of thirty. He was determined, there was no way that he was going to let this idiot die when they were so damn close to saving him.

Shiro’s voice came on over the comms, filling Pidge’s ears and bringing her back to reality.

“Okay, Keith is performing CPR. Hunk cover Pidge, keep anything trying to hit her off of her. I’ll take care of anything in her way. Pidge, I need you to go as fast as you can! Allura, we’re coming in hot!” He said.

The yellow and black lions were at her side in an instant and Pidge pushed Green even further, going faster than she had ever dared to fly her. Keith’s counting was like a panicked drum beat against her ear. Shiro cut down anyone who came in her way and Hunk protected her. She had to get to the castle.

Keith kept pumping, pausing a beat or two to check Lance’s pulse. Nothing. He kept pumping. He looked up, briefly and had never been more thankful to see the castle and the hangar only seconds away. His arms were screaming, sweat pouring from his head and silently begging Lance to come back. Lance’s face was so so pale and he didn’t twitch, he didn’t do anything. He was just lying there limp. Keith kept pumping.

They were landing in the hangar, Pidge let go of the controls and practically ran out of her seat to sit next to Keith anxiously grabbing Lance’s arm. The green lion landed herself in the hangar, opening her mouth immediately as seconds later Shiro and Hunk were running up the ramp, all gathering around Lance.

Shiro said something about being on board and Allura created a wormhole and they left the galra behind. Keith kept pumping. Shiro tried to take over but Keith shook his head. It was his responsibility just a bit more, he could do it. He silently begged Lance to open his eyes, to do something. 

As if Lance somehow heard his thoughts, he took a sudden breath and began to cough. They all cried in relief.

Lance!” Pidge shouted.

“Oh my god Lance.” Shiro said.

“Lance, buddy!” Hunk said through tears.

Keith remained silent, breathing hard himself, just sitting back as Lance rolled onto his side still coughing violently. Shiro placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, avoiding the burns on his back as he winced in sympathy. Lance was still coughing, trying to breathe normally.

“Lance, it’s okay just try to take slow breaths, you’re fine now.” Shiro said soothingly.

It took him several tries but his breathing did become normal again. So he just laid on his side breathing for a bit before rolling onto his back again. He was so happy to see everyone again. Lance smiled and didn’t even notice that he wasn’t in any pain, too happy to see his friends again.

“Hey guys.” Lance said voice scratchy.

Keith huffed, “Don’t hey guys me! You fucking scared me just now! Who the hell told you that you were allowed to stop your heart huh?” He said, exasperated. But there was no heat in his voice, just concern.

Lance looked at Keith, turning his head so that he could see him with his right eye.

“Yeah sorry dude. Thanks for the save.” Lance laughed weakly. He raised his hand and Keith took it gently, mindful of the wounds.

Hunk spoke up, “Lance how are you dude? You look like a mess.” He stated.

Lance laughed a little, “Thanks bro. I’m feel fine I guess?” Lance said, sounding confused by his own statement.

Shiro felt a jolt going through his heart, sudden panic.

“Lance, what do you mean you feel fine?” He asked, “Be honest.” There was no way he could feel even remotely fine in his state.

Lance moved his eyes slowly to Shiro whose face was just above him.

“Like, I’m not in pain. Or maybe more like I can’t feel anything.” He said, Shiro went pale and Lance was about to ask why when sudden pain in his abdomen made him choke. 

Nevermind, scratch that he was in a lot of pain. It was a stabbing pain so horrible and sudden, he slapped Keith’s hand away grabbing his left side and curled in, god why did it hurt so much?

“Lance. Lance!” Shiro shouted, trying to move Lance’s hands and see the problem. Hunk grabbed Lance’s hands, pulling them away by force. Pidge grabbed the end of Lance’s black suit shirt and pulled it up. Lance’s side was swelling badly and a dark shade of purple had blossomed across his swollen stomach.

Shiro swallowed the lump in his throat before he began to give orders.

“Lance is internally bleeding, we need to get him to the healing pod now. Hunk help Lance onto my back, I’ll carrying him to the healing deck. Princess, I need you and Coran in the healing room NOW.” Shiro was practically shouting. Hunk grabbed Lance by the shoulders, helping him sit upright.

“Buddy I know you’re in a lot of pain right now but we have to get you on Shiro’s back so we can get you fixed up okay?” Hunk said gently but all serious, moving Lance’s body into position. Lance wasn’t making any sound, just biting his lip and becoming paler by the second.

After some maneuvering Lance was on Shiro’s back. Shiro started running with Pidge, Keith and Hunk following closely behind. Shiro could hear Lance’s breathing in his ear, erratic and short. He ran as fast as he could through the castle, finally getting to the healing pod room with Allura and Corran arriving from the other direction. Shiro ran inside, Allura followed behind and Coran stopped the other paladins from entering.

“It’s best if you wait outside. As soon as he is in the pod we’ll let you back in.” He said before closing the door behind him leaving Keith, Hunk and Pidge waiting in the hall.


Shiro laid Lance down on an examine table as gently as he could. Allura helping him her face pale at the sight. It was truly horrible.

“How long was his heart stopped?” She asked, grabbing equipment as she spoke.

Shiro paused thinking, “Three minutes, Princess.” He shuddered as he thought that, Lance had been dead for three minutes.

“Alright. He’s lost a lot of blood by the look of his hands. We need to remove his suit so I can reach his injuries and prepare him for the pod.” She stated.

Shiro nodded, grabbing the top of Lance’s shirt. With how much fabric had been burned off his back it was amazing that Lance’s shirt even managed to stay on. He was about to rip it off when Lance’s hand stopped him.

“W-wait, give me a minute to- to…” He couldn’t really finish his sentence but he didn’t have to.

Shiro noticed that his injures on his hands and up his arms were covered by the fabric. They hadn’t bothered to remove it. So when the injuries healed the scabs had fused with the fabric. So when they rip it off… Shiro swallowed, it’ll be like tearing off a layer of skin.

Okay, it’s okay Lance you just tell me when you’re ready. It’ll be as quick as I can make it.” Shiro said.

“Like ripping off a Band-Aid?” Lance asked, smiling slightly but his eyes were wide.

Shiro nodded, “Yeah like a Band-Aid.”

Lance’s eyes closed, breathing in and out trying to slow down his breathing. But eventually he nodded. Shiro grabbed one side of the shirt, Coran the other and they ripped it off in one quick motion.

Lance let out a scream so loud, Shiro thought he might never get the sound out of his head. It was the sound of a wounded animal. A split second after Lance shut his mouth, tensing, the scream muffling in his throat before it stopped entirely. Lance’s head rolled to the side, limp. Shiro panicked, checking his pulse and let out a sigh of relief when he felt it fluttering under his fingers. Lance was just unconscious. 

Oh, oh Lance.” Allura whispered.

Shiro turned finally looking at the paladin’s body. He couldn’t look away. Lance’s arms and hands were covered in deep cuts that overlapped one another on every inch of available skin. The cuts stopped at the bicep of each arm but the skin was angry and red and now blood flowed freely from the cuts. Coran moved to stop the bleeding as Allura grabbed a jar of some jell and started putting it on the open wounds. It stopped the bleeding when the cuts made contact with the jell. Giant purple bruising and swelling covered Lance’s left side but the bruising continued across his chest and onto both of his wrists. His skin was pale and Allura couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her face but continued to put the salve on Lance’s wounds.

Shiro and Coran worked Lance’s pants off of him, purple bruising on his ankles. His legs looked skinnier than usual but other than the bruising they seemed okay. Some good news.

Shiro and Coran worked the white suit for the healing pod onto Lance, waiting for Allura to put the rest of the salve on before shoving his arms into the sleeves as gently as possible. They sat the unconscious Lance up and Allura gasped.

Lance’s back was horribly burned and Allura could only stare at what was left of his distorted skin.

“I-I don’t know if…” But she didn’t finish.

“Princess, you don’t know what?” Shiro asked.

“I don’t know if the healing pod can fix this.” She stated, hand hovering just above Lance’s back.

Shiro was shocked into silence for a moment, “Wait what do you mean? The pod can’t fix burns?”

She shook her head, “No, no not burns. This wound… it’s already healed. Not completely and certainly not correctly but it’s healed. Anything that’s been healed can’t be undone. The healing pod can’t fix this. That’s why it doesn’t fix the scar across your nose, Shiro. Because it has…”

“Already healed.” Shiro finished for her. Allura nodded. Shiro looked at Lance’s back, the patchwork of disjointed skin.

“So… so what? He’ll be scarred? He’ll keep this burn on his back?” Shiro asked.

Allura nodded, “Yes. I think so, most of it at least. Some of it might heal but it will remain. He might keep the scars on his hands too. I don’t know how much the pod can do for him in that sense. We’ll just have to see.” She said, sounding disappointed, in what? Herself? Probably.

She gently zipped up the back of the white suit, Lance’s scar peaking up over the suit on the back of his neck. Coran and Shiro carried him between them gently and placed him in the pod. The glass door shut and Lance was suspended in blue light. All they could do now was wait.


Keith, Hunk and Pidge waited anxiously in the hall. Pidge seated next to the door, Keith standing on the other side and Hunk directly in front of the door his hands wriggling around each other in a nervous dance. They didn’t say anything to one another, just stood there.

But they heard Lance scream, so full of pain that Hunk tried to tear his way through the door to get to him. Keith and Pidge stopped him but their combined strength was no match for Hunk. But they pushed him back as best they could.

“Hunk. Hunk! Wait!” Pidge begged pushing against his waist.

“Hunk stop!” Keith said, pushing his chest.

“Let GO! He needs me! He’s hurt! He’s… oh my god LANCE!” Hunk cried, tears streaming down his face. But the emotion eventually became too much and he stopped fighting. But Keith and Pidge didn’t let him go, hugging him close as he collapsed against them.

“Hunk, they’re not hurting him. Lance is going to be okay. They’ll put him in the pod and it’ll fix him up. Don’t worry.” Pidge said, tears of her own streaming down her face.

Hunk nodded and the three of them stayed like that for a while before letting go. Pidge kept a hand on Hunk’s arm and Keith one on his shoulder and they waited.


Finally the door opened. Coran stepped out looking pale but smiled.

“You can come and see Lance now.” He said.

Hunk barreled his way through the door making a beeline to Lance’s pod with Pidge and Keith on his heels. Lance was suspended in the pod just like they had seen him several times before, expressionless but alive. They looked at Lance for a while before turning to Allura and Shiro who stood several feet away watching them, Coran eventually joining them.

“How is he?” Hunk asked quietly.

Allura answered.

“He’ll be fine.” They breathed a sigh of relief before she continued, “However there may be some complications.” She said finally.

“What do you mean?” Keith asked confused.

Allura swallowed, “Some of Lance’s wounds have already healed. Like the burn on his back for example. Even though it hasn’t healed correctly it is still healed.” She stated, “So the healing pod can’t reverse it.”

“So like if you broke your leg and it healed wrong, it’s still technically healed. That’s why you have to break it again and set it before it can heal properly, right?” Said Pidge.

Allura smiled slightly, “Yes, exactly. Some of the scarring will likely lessen thanks to the healing pod but it won’t go away. The same can be said for his other injuries. I don’t know to what extent they’ll be healed until he is released from the pod. However the bruising and internal bleeding will be healed within the next couple hours. But there are other things that concern me.” She said.

“Pidge when you downloaded the files on Lance, you sent them directly to the ship and in the last couple of minutes I was able to look at some of the data. I haven’t gone through the whole thing but what I have looked at has disturbed me.” A hologram came up with the 52 files that Pidge had found. Allura opened one, although none of them could read Galran but Allura explained.

“It looks like for the entire time that Lance was on board Lotor’s ship he didn’t need to perform any bodily functions… like eating for example. It was like they had somehow kept Lance’s body in some sort of suspended state where he didn’t need to perform such tasks to stay alive.” She said.

Woah woah woah, not eating? That includes sleeping right? How can the galra even do that?” Hunk asked, eyes wide.

“That’s what concerns me. According to this Lance was allowed one hour of sleep per day, sometimes less. It’s a tactic used to create a sort of kinship with the torturer, making the subject more willing to give up information. Giving him a little sleep in exchange for cooperation. However Lance never once gave them any information and never gave them answers to their questions. However this right here,” She pointed to the bottom of the file, “They describe the process in which they give Lance large amounts of quintessence directly into his blood stream.” Allura said.

What?” Shiro said, shocked. “Quintessence prolonged Zarkon’s life, right? What does that mean for Lance?” He asked.

“That’s my concern. Quintessence is an extremely powerful substance and essentially it’s pure life energy. The Balmera can produce it naturally through its crystals but the substance given to Lance is enhanced, about three times as powerful as what the Balmera can produce. I believe this is the reason Lance didn’t need to eat or sleep during his time on Lotor’s ship. However from what was described, the process of giving Lance the quintessence was… extremely painful.” She paused, “He would being in pain for hours, seizing, screaming. This substance is so powerful and to put it directly into a human’s blood stream…” She shook her head, “It would be like pouring an extremely hot liquid metal into a thin container. The container would be able to hold it for a while but eventually…”

“It would melt.” Keith finished.

Allura nodded, “Yes.” She said.

There was a long silence. The concern for their friend was palpable.

“What happened once it was in his body?” Pidge asked.

“He absorbed it slowly, like it would with a vitamin or medicine but it’s why he would be in pain for hours. But I have yet to figure out how is changed his body chemistry.” She said.

“But wait.” Said Keith, “When I was injured I accidentally poured some of that stuff on my hand and I absorbed it, it healed my wounds. Why didn’t it do that for Lance?” Keith asked.

Allura turned looking at him, “Keith, you’re part galra. We don’t know how much but at least some of your DNA is Galran. Galra can easy absorb quintessence in small amounts which is why you absorbed it quickly and it healed your wounds. However Lance is completely human and so we don’t know how it will affect him, human physiology is rather frail compared to other species. I can’t even begin to say what may occur, if anything. It is possible that there will be no changed of any kind but we won’t know until he wakes up.” She said, sighing.

“How long will that be?” Shiro asked.

Allura paused, “Three days, in your Earth time.” She stated.

Three DAYS?” Hunk asked shocked, “None of us have spent more than a couple of hours in the healing pods before! Even when Lance was injured after the explosion he was only in there for half a day!” Hunk practically shouted.

“Hunk, please listen. Lance is both physically and mentally exhausted. His body needs to spend more time to recover. However he will be much better for it. We’ll just need to wait.” She said.

They all looked at Lance, suspended in the blue light of the pod. All they had to do was wait.

BTS reaction when their pregnant gf suddenly feels pain in the middle of their argument

Anon ask: Hi I was wondering if you could do a reaction where they’re arguing with their pregnant gf and in the middle of the argument she feels pain? 😬

A/N: Um, sorry I haven’t updated much…?

Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonseok

“Y/N, honestly, let’s just stop this.” He turns around about to leave, ignoring the tears streaming down your face in frustration and sadness. The undisguised fury on his face made your heart clench hard, and you cried out, falling to your knees your legs collapsed.

“Y/N!” That’s all you heard before you were blacking out, hand clutching onto your womb where you knew the son of yours and Namjoon’s rested. 

“Rap Monster…”


Hoseok

Originally posted by goldenjungs

“Jhope. Your ridiculous name! Your ridiculous work and the reckless way you treat yourself! Jung Hoseok, get out!” you screamed, falling to the floor and losing conciousness.

When you woke up, he was already gone; so was your child.

But little do you know, he was outside your room. He had carried you here in his arms, running with his legs, forgetting all of his identity as J-Hope the mafia leader. He too cried over the loss of your child as your tears sank into the cotton fabric of your pillow, but he felt the hardness of the plastic visitor chair dig into his back.

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