so apparently femshep’s official height is 5′3″, and garrus’ is 7′. that’s a height difference of a whopping 21 inches. I’m honestly so disappointed that this isn’t addressed in-game because you just know he’d absolutely rip the piss out of her for it
“hey shep I’m pretty sure alliance regulations say that anyone under 5′7″ has to use a booster seat in the mako…”
garrus…kiss ur tiny angry girlfriend before she decks you…
i just simply HATE the fact that they make kara acknowledge how mon-el’s a shitty person and how he LED a country where slavery was a thing and he BENEFITED his whole life from it - like, she literally said those words to him, called him out on that - but still chooses to be with him. i HATE that so much bc it seems like kara can overlook something as serious as slavery and that is a no no. that’s not who she is. that’s not who supergirl is. she would never. kara-zor-el is a character with a strong moral compass. they are making it seem like she can overlook fucking slavery for some dick. are you kidding me? the fuck is that? is2g DC should be whooping cw’s ass bc what they are doing to their amazing character is some serious gross disrespectful shit
Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx
Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother
thinks he is and you are, too.
Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s
incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only
sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.
He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but
tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves
It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have
stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as
simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship,
because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of
adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show
you how good he’d be for you and to you.
None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into
the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good
fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.
You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up
at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his
You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the
gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a
little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before
giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick
curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all
the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to
the hip that’s been his pillow.
And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.
he original doll, which is now locked up Ed and Lorraine Warrens’
Occult Museum in Monroe, Connecticut, was said to have unleashed a reign
of terror on a group of flatmates in a chain of events that ended in a
The rag doll, with huge black eyes, is very different from the film’s china doll but her story is just as terrifying.
Lorraine Warren said: “Looks are deceiving.
“It’s not what the doll looks like that makes it scary. It is what has been infused within the doll. Evil.”
He scanned through the crowd with intense eyes and finally, he spotted the black haired girl at a table in the corner of the bar. Immediately, he pushed his way through the dancing crowd.
He gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, calling out to her. Slowly, she turned to him and smiled sheepishly at him.
“You’re finally here…” her voice shook a little, “…let’s have a drink!”
“No, you drank enough,” he took the empty shot glass from her hand, grabbed her arm and started pulling her up from her seat, “so let’s get you back home now. ”
She shook her head and whined in a slurred voice. She tried to push him away but she was far too drunk. Sighing, he slung her arm over his shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her out of the bar, all the way to his car.
He opened his car door and helped her into the front seat. He took a look at her sleeping face for a moment before leaning in to fasten her seatbelt, his fingers accidentally brushed against her side.
Her brows twitched at his touch and her lids drifted open to half-mast. She fixed her gaze on his face. The face she would find in crowds. The face she could not go on a day without thinking of. The face she could not possibly forget. Unconsciously, she gripped his shoulder and opened her mouth,
“…I love you.”
It was a mere whisper, but it was audible enough for him to hear and to freeze in place. He turned to meet and hold her gaze.
She tightened her grip on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her,
“And that’s exactly why I have the courage to tell you that I love you,” she said, giggling between hiccups,
“And my feelings will remain unchanged when dawn breaks,“ her voice noticeably changed, growing quieter, more serious as she spoke before she gave in to sleep’s powerful pull,
“I love you all the same, whether I am drunk or sober.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #142 // Gently, he caressed her head with a smile, and leaned in to lay a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.”
Hey Sai! Got any good Kacchako fics you'd recommend?
yeah, sure dude!! here’s a list of some of my fave kacchako fics!!
hilariously enough, most of them aren’t even really that romantic, and focus more on bonding and the character’s growing and developing relationship and/or feelings. (by which i mean that there’s not a lot of kissing or intimate stuff like that).
(which means they’re all sfw, lmao)
From Grey To Red by CaptainRisu - A really cute fic of Bakugou and Uraraka sharing an umbrella after the mid-term exam as well as sharing a few personal things with each other. A really really cute fic, featuring Bakugou and Uraraka bonding!! [one-shot]
Supernova by anerbananer - A really interesting introspective fic from Uraraka’s point of view; she wants to feel the rush of something she had during her and Bakugou’s fight and calls him out to have another. has a really cool fight scene between them which delves a little into both character’s motives and desires, with lots of adorable interactions afterwards. [multi-chap?]
Emotions Are Hard by geek179 - Bakugou finds Uraraka in the grocery store during an errand. He realizes that she doesn’t have much to eat, and, without thinking, invites her to his house for dinner. he kinda hates himself for it, but not really. Super adorable!! [one-shot]
The feeling that isn’t entirely unpleasant by mysterious intentions - Bakugou slowly starts falling for Uraraka despite his best attempts not to, and maybe he doesn’t actually mind as much as he says he does. mostly just cute little interactions between them through a period of weeks/months. features Bakugou helping Uraraka train to get stronger. [one-shot]
Conflict Resolution by Colorslander - Bakugou forgets that he’s dating Uraraka and is baffled about why she’d want to anyway?? Uraraka takes it all in stride tho. really adorable, and features some cute interactions between Bakugou and Kirishima about Bakugou’s romantic woes [one-shot]
Implode by @milktomiilky - Bakugou falls hard for Uraraka and he knows he’s in deep. short and sweet, mostly about Bakugou’s introspective thoughts on Uraraka and himself. [one-shot]
Terms of Civility by @milktomiilky - Izuku thinks about Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship while talking to a few classmates and comes to some interesting conclusions. an interesting introspective about kacchako from Izuku’s perspective, and gives some insight on what the other characters might think of Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship in canon, too. [one-shot]
Stronger than You Think by azuras_lance - Uraraka begins to doubt herself after a fight gone bad, and Bakugou gives her encouragement her in his own way. really cute piece dealing with Uraraka’s self doubt and Bakugou being a supportive force for her. [one-shot]
death and strawberries by baekugous - Bakugou slowly falls for Uraraka and thinks that he’s getting sick or dying. probably. really cute piece about Bakugou coming to terms with his feelings for Uraraka, featuring a slow relationship build up near the end. [one-shot]
kindlingby unknown - Bakugou lets Uraraka walk under his umbrella and back to his house during heavy rain so she can borrow a change of clothes. short and sweet and really cute. [one-shot]
of ferocity & flame by Me - Bakugou never fell for Uraraka’s smiles. a short introspective piece about Bakugou’s thoughts on Uraraka, and why he fell for her. [one-shot]
Anon requests:can you please do a part two of “The reader and the
writer”? i’m shook, lost and now stressed over who she really is
The Reader and the Writer is amazingggg! Are u gonna do a part 2?? I
wanna read more!!
could you do a part 2 of the reader and the writer, i’m obsessed!!!
Is there going to be a part 2 for The Reader and the Writer? Can there
be a part 2? I loved it by the way :)
PART TWO OF THE READER AND THE WRITER PLEASE OMFG
Omigod, I love your Reader and Writer imagine soooooo much, are you
going to write a part two??
OK PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO TO THE READER AND THE WRITER IS WAS SO GOOD!
Wtf?!? The reader and the writer is honestly amazing! I love it 😍 2pt maybe? I wanna know what
happens with the reader and Jason
I love love love the reader and the writer, if you aren’t too busy could
you please update it with a second part soon? I can’t bear to be left for days
without knowing what Jughead found 😂 thanks x
Will there be a part 2 of “the reader and the writer”? Its
really good! I hope you will write more of it!
I love this new jughead imagine ! Are you writing a part 2 ?
OH MY GOD PART 2 ASAP
I really love your writing! I’m very excited about part 2 for the Reader
and the writer
part 2 of “The Reader and the Writer” ?? it’s greattt 😭
please do a part 2 of the reader and the writer!@@@ I need more!
Can you please do part two or the reader and writer?!?! It is so good!!
The reader and the writer was amazing and i got too attached. Part 2
please if you don’t mind.
confrontation ensues between the reader and the writer
Word count: 887
A/N: I’m glad you
guys liked the first part so much! Enjoy part 2!
(Y/N) didn’t return to Pop’s. Every night, Jughead sat in his normal booth
typing on his computer, but his eyes constantly flicked up towards the
entrance. His friends noticed his shift
“Jug,” Archie sat across from him, “you gotta snap out of
“Out of what?” Jughead asked monotonously, rolling his
eyes. “I’m fine, Archie.”
“I know you like to sit here and brood all mysteriously,”
Veronica interjected, “but this is sad.
Just call (Y/N).”
“(Y/N)?” he scoffed. “This
isn’t about (Y/N).” When the entire
table sent him disbelieving looks, he sighed and looked out the window. “I already called her.”
“How many times?” Kevin asked with a smirk. Jughead sighed again, refusing to make eye
contact with anyone.
Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all shared a knowing glance. “I know what you guys are thinking and no, it’s
not like that. I’m not some pathetically
smitten person, okay?”
“Okay, Jughead,” Betty said, but rolled her eyes. “If you insist.”
To say (Y/N) felt guilty would be an understatement. From the moment she stomped out of that
diner, regret gnawed at her inside out.
Without the consistency of her nightly stops in Pop’s, she didn’t know
what to do with herself. She spent every
night after school in her room sulking.
Every night, her phone rang, lighting up with Jughead’s name. She was tempted to answer it every night, her
finger hovering over the answer button, but then she turned away and ignored
his call. (Y/N) missed Pop’s: she missed
the delicious foods, the quiet yet comforting atmosphere, and the person who
sat across from her in their usual booth.
One day, Jughead sat with an uneaten burger in front of him,
laptop closed. Today had been an
especially slow day, both in Jughead’s mind and Pop’s. Suddenly, a jingle of the bell signaled that
someone new entered the diner. Jughead
sat up a bit to see who it was. When he
identified the new customer, he perked up immediately. Grabbing a book, he shot up and walked over
to the table where she had just sat down.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, slamming down the book in front of
her, “is an author from the 18th century. She wrote four novels, all of them published
under an alias at first. It was not
until two hundred years later that the true author was discovered. She has been dead for over two hundred years,
and she is most certainly not you.” (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes.
“What, I can’t have the same name as someone else?” she
fired back, but there was a waver in her voice.
Jughead glared as he sat down across from her.
“You see, I would think that, too,” Jughead responded, his
voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I searched for you online, and I couldn’t
find anything on you. Not one thing.”
“I like to keep my life private. I don’t publish stuff about me online.”
“Yeah, but there’s something about everyone on the world
wide web if you look hard enough,” Jughead explained, his voice accusingly
sharp. “Now I have two theories: one,
you’re a very experienced hacker, and you’ve gone and wiped all information
regarding you off the internet; or two, you’re hiding something, and you’re
using a dead unpopular author’s name to keep your real identity a secret. Personally, I’m choosing the latter,
considering how well-read you are.” (Y/N)
stared at Jughead with sad, wide eyes. “When
were you going to tell me?”
“I wasn’t,” she whispered.
Jughead clenched his jaw and shook his head.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up. He began to walk away when (Y/N) shot up from
“I was born in Riverdale,” she called out to him. Jughead stopped in his tracks and slowly
“I was born in Riverdale,” she repeated slower. Jughead neared the table and sat down across
“So I-,” she started, “I can’t- I can’t just tell you everything.” Jughead rolled his eyes and began to push his
chair out when (Y/N) placed her hand on his, her eyes silently begging him to
stay. “If you care, you’ll trust me.”
“What makes you think I care?” Jughead demanded, and (Y/N)
couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t move his hands out from under hers.
“Because you called?” she offered, causing Jughead to sit up
a little straighter. “You called me
every night, Jug.”
“I was worried,” he muttered, looking away. (Y/N) smiled, patted his hand, and stood up.
“Keep writing, Jughead.
See you around.” Spinning on her
heel, (Y/N) grabbed her copy of The
Picture of Dorian Gray and exited the diner. Jughead’s eyes followed her figure out until
the door closed behind her. Then he
pulled out his laptop and started to furiously type.
“And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of
Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm. The writer becomes the reader, the reader
becomes the read. I found myself hooked
on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix. New girls can never hide in a small town like
Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in
the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.”
prompt: Combination of: · Okay now I really need to see Batmom and Batman fighting at a league meeting and someone(maybe Question?) calling out their bs, and An imagine where the justice league guy members shamelessly flirts with batmom just to rile batman up and he snaps when superman does it? He’s all like wrapping his arms around her waist and says : my wife not yours mine" and ·Can I have one on what would happen if Green Arrow sees Batmom for the first time and not knowing who she is turns to Jason -who had been standing next to him- and ask if Batmom is single?
AN: Cute and fluffy!
Clark sits down in the seat next to yours and smiles, before reaching out to take your hand. You raise one eyebrow in question but don’t pull your hand back just yet. “So, I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. I know this restaurant by the sea, really nice place.”
You bite back a laugh before looking over your shoulder to find Bruce standing just a few feet away, his eyes focused on you and Clark. He’s not the only one though, the rest of the league are staring as well.
You lean in close and ask, “What did my husband do to tick you off this time, Kent?”
Clark just smiles and says, “I have to write the wedding announcements for the next month because I disagreed with him over something. Plus, this also payback for all those fake fights I’ve had to endure over the years.”
“How about I get you back on sports and I turn you down gently?”
He grins, “I’ll take what I can get.”
You lean back in your chair and say, “Sorry Superman, I’ve got plans.”
“That doesn’t answer the question Hell Cat.” You turn to face Ollie, who’s grinning at you.
You raise an eyebrow in question “And what answer are you looking for?”
“That yes you’re single, and that yes you’re free Friday night, because I know this unbelievable little restaurant in Milan.”
Your eyes flash to Bruce. His teeth are clenched and the look in his eyes is enough to make Jason back slowly away.
You frown, “Sorry, I’m busy that night too.” Your eyes slide to Clark who’s trying so hard not to laugh.
“So who’s taken up all your free nights Hell Cat?” You turn to Hal, who is leaning against the wall. “Cause when I asked you out last month, you were busy then too.”
You take a deep breath and say, “Well you see boys, I’m married with two kids, so that doesn’t leave a lot of room for dating.”
There’s a moment of silence before the men burst out in laughter. The few women in the room however are studying you closely. Huntress in particular has a knowing glint in her eye.
The laughter is still going on when Question sneaks into the room. More often than not, the man would have gone unnoticed. He’s good at sneaking around, you’ll give him that. Helena’s grin just widens before she calls out, “Question.” The man just stops and turns towards his girlfriend. His hands are in his pocket, but he’s giving her his full attention. “Truth or Lie, Hell Cat over there is married with two kids.”
The answer comes immediately “Truth. Hell Cat is married to the Batman. They have two adopted children, Nightwing formerly known as Robin, and the current Robin. They’ve kept their relationship hidden among the League for the past eight years, simply because they found it fun to mess with people’s minds. If someone were to look close however, they’d notice that the fights they put on never lasted more than twenty minutes, and they always left together. Their children find it infuriating.”
There’s this stunned silence before Jason cries out, “Finally!” Then spins on his toes to face Green Arrow, “My mother is not single, stay the hell away from her!”
You ignore the surprised faces of the Leaguers in favor of Question. “When did you figure it out?”
“My second week. I noticed that your fights, while entertaining, never subtracted from the quality of a meeting, meaning it never interfered with something that needed to be done. In the case of a crisis there would be not contention on either of your parts, even if the two of you had argued about it previously. My theory was confirmed when I spotted the two of you making out in a dark corner.”
You hear Jason groan, “Oh come on! I’m supposed to be the teenager here, not you two.” Then he turns around to leave the room and says, “If you need me, I’ll be on the phone with Nightwing telling him that everything has finally been exposed.”
You smile as your eyes slide to the women in the room, mainly Shayera and Vixen, who are grinning at you. You grin before asking, “Yes?”
Shayera grins, “You’ve been holding out on us.”
Vixen nods, “All those girl’s nights out over the years, and you never told a story.”
“Not every day a girl kisses the Batman. Spill.”
You smirk and say, “That’s private,” before mouthing the words ‘next girl’s night out.” That seems to satisfy them.
Standing up you stretch and walk over to Bruce. “Let’s grab our traumatized son and go home now.”
“Grab Jason, I’ll be there in a minute.”
You shrug and walk out of the room. Bruce turns to Clark who’s still smiling before he says, “You can have your sports section back, but you’re covering nothing but golf, chess, and badminton for the next three months.” Clark’s smile fades and all Bruce says is, “My wife, not yours.”
With a crack, the very first time he steps onto the ice. Yuuri breaks his glasses, breaks his fingernails, breaks open the skin on his palms and his knees and he bleeds, he bleeds, he bleeds. Takeshi laughs at chubby, clumsy Yuuri—graceless, good-for-nothing, and Yuuri believes him.
But the next day at Minako’s urging, Yuuri gets right back on that ice, and Takeshi doesn’t laugh.
Yuuko is beautiful with her red hair and her kind eyes and she doesn’t call Yuuri names. She smiles and holds out her hands to him, helps him onto his feet on her parents’ rink, and Yuuri finds love there, though never with her. He finds a home there, though it isn’t his to claim.
(He will make it his every day for the rest of his life, regardless.)
He finds his inspiration in front of a grainy television screen when he turns twelve, and even the fuzz in the picture could not make Victor Nikiforov look less beautiful, less ephemeral, less exquisite.
Look at me, says his silver hair. Look at me, says the gleam of his costume. Look at me, says the sorrowful reach of his hands, and Yuuri has never stopped looking since.
Look at me, Yuuri thinks as he takes of his glasses and skates onto the ice blind. Look at me, he decides that day, and knows that he’ll do anything, everything to stand before Victor Nikiforov and say look at me in person.
He emulates Victor. He worships Victor. Yuuri begs until his family bends and buys him a poodle, soft and brown in his arms, and Yuuri names him after his hero. It’s common sense, Yuuri thinks, to take this feeling and make it something tangible, something real. Vicchan can love Yuuri back. Vicchan is never disappointed. With Vicchan, Yuuri doesn’t have to feel the loneliness that Victor’s endless absence has carved in his young life.
Yuuri stands under the lights, in front of the judges for the first time at fourteen and feels clumsy and boring, but he takes home a silver. It’s not as beautiful as Victor, but it’ll do, even if he can’t quite see it through the blur of his naked eyes. He works himself up vibrant color, to costumes made custom, to junior gold medals, to high school entrance exams and college applications. He dedicates himself to diets and exercise, chasing a dream of a man in pictures, the years of a life less lived plastered on his bedroom walls.
He doesn’t take them with him to Detroit, but he may as well have. Victor’s shadow follows him there, hovering over his head and in his heart, that voice from online interviews as saccharine sweet in his ears as Yuuko’s I’m pregnant, Yuuri, I’m having triplets, will you be the godfather, Yuuri? What do you mean you’re leaving?
Yuuri leaves home at eighteen and the guilt of it eats him alive.
He meets Celestino Cialdini. He meets Phichit Chulanont. Yuuri makes himself into a whirlwind and withdraws into his shell with one goal in mind. He falls during his jumps. He falls during his choreography sequence. Yuuri falls and falls again, even as others fall for him, and they fall as he stumbles away—broken and bleeding, licking his wounds and nursing his pride and hiding his selfish love for a man who has no idea that Yuuri breathes him, lives for him.
It’s alone in a bathroom in Sochi that Yuuri realizes he’s lived for Victor one day too long, and Vicchan is gone.
Yuuri doesn’t remember his free skate. He doesn’t remember crying. He only vaguely remembers Yuri Plisetsky yelling in his face, fifteen and red-cheeked and fire-eyed and selfish. He’s young. He’s dumb. And somehow he has Victor Nikiforov’s undivided attention, somehow Yuri Plisetsky has a Junior Grand Prix Gold, somehow he has everything, and Yuuri—
—Yuuri has nothing. Certainly not a commemorative photo with the man who couldn’t be bothered to learn Yuuri’s name.
So Yuuri falls. He falls and falls and he cries for two days straight in his hotel room. He barely eats, hardly sleeps, and by the time he makes it to the victory banquet, he’s a mess. He’s fractured, fumbling, falling apart, and by glass fifteen of champagne, somehow confronting Victor seems like a good idea.
He ends up facing down his fears instead.
Yuuri doesn’t remember that night. He doesn’t remember warm hards, a shining smile, bright eyes. He doesn’t remember holding Victor in his arms, swinging him and dipping him, laughing into his personal space and stripping his way out of it. He won’t remember Christophe Giacometti’s fabulous abs in the morning, and he won’t remember Victor holding out his arms toward Yuuri as he climbs down from the pole.
He doesn’t remember any of it, but maybe that’s for the best.
But what he does remember are the echoing notes of a lovelorn ballad and the way it ripped his heart out. Yuuri remembers a life that feels like a dream and the beauty of a dance. He goes home to a place that has known Yuuri’s saddest days if not his darkest, and though he feels alone, it takes friends and a family to make him realize that he has never been alone.
Yuuri skates a song that is not his, but answers a plea that could never be for anyone else.
A thousand miles away, Victor opens a video link, and this is how he falls.
Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it. Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff Word Count: 3,021
“You don’t know,” she repeated. “You, who usually knows everything, and then sings about everything. Even such intimate matters as someone else’s feelings. I listened to your ballads beneath Bleobheris, Dandilion. You dedicated a good few verses to me.”
“No, sorry Lance I can’t hang. I’m out of town for the week. Sorry dude.” Pidge sounded far away on the phone. That was alright, she was always busy anyway. He’d called Shiro then.
“Nope. Sorry Lance. Keith and I are out of town.”
“For how long?”
“About a week?” That was cool. They were probably sucking face anyway, he didn’t need to be there for that.
“Allura do you wanna go to-”
“Lance, stop calling everyone. They told you, we’re out of town.” She cut him off rather harshly. Lance could hear someone say her name in the background to which she responded with a “what?”
“Wait, where are you guys?”
Allura came back to the phone and answered him as if he should have already known. “On a cruise. We’ll be back in a week. Lance we’ve been planning this for a month so if you could–”
“WAIT YOU LEFT ME OUT OF A CRUISE?! WHAT THE HELL ALLURA?!” Lance yelled into his phone. “Put me on speaker.” His mind ran in circles over all the reasons they left him out of a trip.
“Lance, can you chill? We didn’t think you’d want to come.” He could practically hear Keith roll his eyes.
“What gave you that impression?” Lance caught his voice wavering with each word he spoke. He was upset they left him out of a cruise and didn’t even tell him they were going in the first place. They purposely did this to him.
“Well we’re going to Cuba and we know how much you complain about the heat and bugs so we just thought you wouldn’t want to go.” Keith answered.
Lance nearly dropped the phone. He was in complete and utter shock.
He put the phone back to his ear and started cursing them out in Spanish feeling his fingers cramp from clutching the phone so hard now.
“Woah- Lance slow down what are you saying?!” Shiro’s voice was clear.
“I WAS BORN IN CUBA YOU DICKS.” He finally said with the tears choking him. He wheezed and coughed. “I have family in Cuba! And you’re going on a fucking cruise?! You didn’t ask me!”
“Lance we didn’t know-”
“BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED. Hunk knew– Wait where’s Hunk?” Lance had realized Hunk was the only one who hadn’t spoken to him.
“I’m right here Lance. I asked them why you weren’t coming and they told me you didn’t want to. It was odd but I didn’t call you. I’m sorry.” Hunk tried to explain but everyone knew he was just as guilty as the rest of them.
“Some fucking friends you are.” He almost hung up before he heard Keith one last time.
“Why the fuck are you so upset? Look, we’re sorry, we didn’t know. You can’t blame us–.” Lance never hung up the phone so fast before in his life.
He was angry, he was sad, and most of all he felt abandoned. They didn’t know where he was from despite him always talking about it, they didn’t think he’d want to come because he’d complain?
It doesn’t matter. He’s got other friends he doesn’t need them anyway. He doesn’t…
Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”
“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.
Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.
Y/N was never much of a talker; she had maybe said eight
sentences in her whole life time. She wasn’t sure where the fear really came
from, the fear of saying the wrong thing, of being too loud, of not being
heard, so she kept to herself. People didn’t seem to understand though, they
couldn’t comprehend why she chose to not talk, so she was labeled as weird,
freak, stupid etc. Then they labeled her as mute (and she was) but she hated
that term, she really did, Y/N just hated being labeled. At first it hurt, it
really did, but Y/N soon learned to ignore them, she could only really care
about what her Soulmate would have to say, and deep down a part of her wished
that they were like her, quiet.
Soulmates, Y/N had been waiting for hers for a long time.
She could remember sitting in class in fifth grade, when the teacher explained
the process. She explained how everyone was born with a mark, a mark that only
their other half had and she made them find that mark. Y/N’s was on her wrist,
it was small, and lighter than her regular skin color, she wasn’t sure what it
was at first, it just looked like a stick. But the teacher explained how the
mark gets more detailed as they get older and closer to finding their person,
and Y/N had noticed how that mark slowly grew into a small flower, a petal or
two still missing.
Her teacher explained how every person was made for the
other, and that they would feel their soulmates emotions, pain, negative
thoughts, happy thoughts. They were connected and no matter what the other
would always feel what their person was feeling. Y/N had learned that her
person always seemed to be grumpy.