break the rules and stand apart ignore your head and follow your heart

When You Fail To Be

I blame you entirely @kaxpha I take no responsibility.

…. Y u hurt me dude.

Anyways. Here it is, chapter 1. Lance and Shiro angst + broganes angst + KLANCE angst + ….Just angst all around, yo.

Um…So yeah, hope you like??? It’s also on Ao3 on my same name. It’s the second part of the Human Healing Pod Au.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. Human Healing Pod Au doesn’t belong to me.

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Shiro frowns exasperated as he catches Lance’s blue glowing light from the corner of his eye.

It’s been a few weeks since their last group training took place with Lance’s new healing powers. The brunet insisted that he had the hang of it, being able to work through the process on small injuries without getting dizzy after it.

Lance had reassure Shiro that he will continue training on his own but Shiro had just pursed his lips, not convinced in the least. After a few minutes arguing, Shiro finally agreed to Lance’s plan but only if the brunet had someone with him during his training sessions, something that Lance had grudgingly agreed to along with a few more conditions.

One week later and Lance was already breaking one of their conditions.

“That boy, I swear.” Shiro mumbles, making his way towards Lance as the brunet places his hands over the alien refugee they just saved in today’s mission, his blue eyes falling into a vivid glow entirely in less than a tick, “Hey, I said no more healing today, Lance. You –“

It was just a light pull. Shiro placed his Galra arm over the brunet’s shoulder and pull just enough break apart the contact between him and the alien’s wound and suddenly there was screaming.

Agonized and pained screaming echoes around them and Shiro just stares in horror as Lance shakes and continues to scream in his arms, his glowing eyes getting brighter before losing their light and then being bright once again.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts startled, “Lance, buddy, what’s wrong¡?” He yells in panic, making sure to hold the teen tight against him as he continues to scream and then –

Then Lance sighs, eyes rolling to the back of his head, losing their blue glow, and he goes limp on Shiro’s arms, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and Shiro’s heart skips a beat at the sight.

“L-Lance?” He whispers softly, voice cracking, “Buddy?”

“LANCE!” Keith’s voice echoes in panic and urgency, “Lance¡? Shiro, what happened¡? LANCE!”

“H-He’s not breathing.” Shiro gasps, a cold shiver running through his spine, “H-he’s not –“

Lance’s suddenly taken away from him by a pair of red armored hands. Shiro blinks in panic and confusion for a moment before he raises his head and stares at Keith as the black haired teen cradles Lance’s body against his.

“Lance, baby, hey, come on, come on, this is not funny, Lance, please.” Keith mumbles, his free hand gently patting Lance’s cheek in hopes of getting a reaction, “L-Lance, baby, please, please, no. Hey! Come on, you promised! Lance!”

Everything’s a blur for Shiro after that. Keith’s screams and pleads echo inside him, mixing themselves with Lance’s screams along with Hunk’s sobs and the image of Pidge’s scared face. Barely noticing when Coran makes his way towards them and takes Lance from Keith’s arms, followed by the blurry image of Hunk holding Keith back as he trashes and screams wildly when Lance is taken away from him.

He doesn’t even notice Allura’s presence until she whispers his name against his ear and he snaps out of it. He blinks hard and takes the surroundings around him. He’s in Allura’s room, lying down on her bed, facing the ceiling in disorientation and confusion.

“Wha –“ Shiro mumbles softly, “What.”

“Hey, it’s alright. Take it easy.” Allura whispers gently, stroking his hair, “It’s alright.”

“What happened?” Shiro asks in a daze, eyes groggy and tired before they snap wide open as he remembers Lance’s limp weight on his arms, “Lance. What happened to Lance? Allura?”

“You killed him, that’s what happened.” Shiro freezes at the cold harsh voice that answers him and slowly turns his head to the side to meet his little brother’s glare.

“Keith!” Allura snaps, sighing in exasperation as if it wasn’t the first time she has scolded the teen.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” Keith snaps back, frowning and glaring angrily.

Allura stays quiet and Shiro’s blood turns cold.

“Allura?” He asks in a small voice and Allura shakes her head.

“He died for a few ticks but we were able to get him back.” Allura answers, her shoulders tense and her voice tired, “But it wasn’t anyone’s fau –“

“No. It was Shiro’s. It was Shiro who made Lance push himself in every training session knowing the danger. It was Shiro who made Lance feel like he needed to push and push and push himself more every time. It’s because of Shiro that Lance has dark bags and swollen red eyes and is tired all the time. It was Shiro –It was Shiro who broke the connection and caused Lance’s heart to stop.”

One, two, three beats and then –

“What?” Shiro breaths out, slowly sitting up on the bed and waving away Allura’s complaints, “What? What does that – What?

“Keith.” Allura says calmly but with an edge of warning in her tone, “Stand down.”

“Whatever.” Keith mumbles, scoffing and sending Shiro a dark glare before turning around and walking towards the exit, leaving behind a frozen Shiro.

“What.” Shiro whispers, “What?”

“Shiro –“

“Keith, no, wait!” Shiro ignores Allura’s words as he climbs down the bed and follows his brother with wobbly but fast steps, “Keith Kogane Shirogane, come back her –!”

Keith turns around sharply and Shiro takes a surprised step back at the furious snarl on his kid brother’s face.

“Don’t call me that.” Keith whispers with menace, “I want nothing to do with you, you hear me? Nothing.”

“Keith –“ Shiro stops as Keith suddenly crashes against him, barely dodging the fist that was aimed for his face, “Keith!” He repeats, grabbing Keith by the arms and keeping him still.

“You damn son of a –! It was your fault! You and your stupid rules! You and – and – God, I hate you, Ifucking hate you!” Keith screams, fist hitting the young adult on the chest, “You fucking – I fucking hate –“

“Buddy –“

“You didn’t protect him!” Keith screams, still trashing and kicking against Shiro’s hold on his arms, “You didn’t protect him! You promised and you didn’t –! You just let him die in your arms! You just stood there as he died and –! Fuck!”

“Keith, please –“ Shiro rasps out brokenly but Keith shakes his head, taking a step back from his older brother, shrugging his hold.

“No. No. He died, Shiro. My – Lance died and I – I couldn’t – And –“ A sudden abrupt sob escapes his mouth and suddenly Keith falls to the ground, sobs shaking his entire body, “I –I –I didn’t know what – And you were – You looked so hopeless as you held him and I couldn’t – I fucking lost it –“

“Keith.” Shiro mumbles, his heart breaking for his little brother but the teen just continues to sob on the ground in the middle of the hallway.

“I-I’m sorry, fuck – I’m sorry, Shiro – I know it wasn’t – wasn’t your fault but –“ Keith presses the palm of his hands hard against his eyes in hopes to stop the flowing tears, “It was mine. It was my fault – And I slash out at you and I’m – He was dead, god , he wasDEAD, SHIRO!”

Shiro doesn’t hesitates and then he’s on the floor, wrapping his arms around his little brother as the teen shakes with sobs, still mumbling incoherently against his brother’s chest and Shiro takes no mind as snot and tears mix themselves on his shirt.

He just holds his brother, tight and strong, and sucks in a deep breath to stop his own tears from falling.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs under his breath against Keith’s wild hair, “I’m so sorry, little brother.”

Allura just stands quietly on the corner, watching with sad eyes as the brothers sit on the floor, holding each other. She turns then, giving them their privacy before she enters the first room down the opposite hall.

Her footsteps are soft as she walks towards the bed on the corner of the room. The room is dark and quiet, for the exception of the hard panting breathing coming from the bed.

Allura takes a seat on the start of the bed, near Lance’s face, and watches sadly as the brunet rasps out harsh breaths through his mouth, unable to fill his lungs properly.

“Hush, now, it’s okay, Lance. It’s okay.” She mumbles gently, brushing Lance’s wet hair back as the the brunet whimpers inconsolably, “Sh, asteráki. You’re alright.”

She stays there for a while, humming under her voice to calm the brunet down and whispering comfort words as he whimpers and whines unconsciously.

Allura losses track of the time but suddenly, the door opens once again and she meets Shiro’s wide scared eyes at the edge of the door.

“Shiro.” She calls softly and frowns when the leader of Voltron doesn’t knowledge her calling, his gray eyes solemnly placed on the shivering brunet on the bed, “Shiro, love.”

One, two, three steps back out of shock and then Shiro’s running out of the room. 

Broken: Bálor

So this is the second fic I’ve ever posted to Tumblr. My first was Bubble Bath for Adam Cole but I took it down once I deactivated and restarted my blog. This is for Finn Bálor and I hope you enjoy!

Also I’m sorry for any mistakes, I’ve edited but I’m only human so I could’ve missed something. xx


I couldn’t stand to see him pace a hole in the ground. For the eighth time he fidgeted with his tie that I had tied. His eyes trained on the ground, and finally, he ripped the damn thing off. My heart ached to see him so nervous but this needed to be done, he needed to relinquish the belt. “Finn?” His eyes flicked to mine but he looked back at the hotel floor. “Finn, honey, I know you’re upset now, but it’ll be okay.” He lifted his head and chuckled sadly as he looked out the window, his eyes trained on the glass that overlooked the car park and more buildings. I stood and picked up his tie before I smoothed out his suit jacket and kissed his cheek, avoiding his arm.

Finn locked eyes with me before he gave me a kiss on the lips. I nodded after the kiss broke before I pulled him against me and I toyed with his hair, “When you get back you’re gonna be better. Stronger, more muscular if that’s even possible, healthier. Your health is all that matters baby.” He sighed and threw his head back with a groan, “But I wan’ ta title.” I smiled slightly and kissed his neck, “You’ll get it back in an epic battle between you and some unlucky asshole in the back.” He nodded again before I got my phone and he got the keys. I took them from him as we headed down to the rental. He carried the belt over his shoulder, wearing it proudly. I squeezed his hand as I helped him get in before I went around and got in myself.

Finn was now well and healed, wrestling even. Samoa Joe won the title at Summerslam, and now the creative team was finally giving Finn the title shot he deserved. I straightened out his leather jacket before I left a long kiss on his lips, “Go knock ‘em dead.” He smiled that smile I loved so much before he kissed me again. He nipped at my lips, his hands even came across my ass before there was a cough, and we both turned to see his dad. He rolled his eyes at us as I giggled and placed my head on his shoulder. “Ya can’t keep your hands to yourself Finn, can ya?” Finn chuckled and shook his head no. “I had to withhold contact for months dad, we have a lot of catching up to do.” I moved away before I turned to leave, “I’m not talking about this with your dad!” They laughed before Finn hollered, “I hate to see you leave but I love to watch ya go, baby!” His dad rolled his eyes again before they spoke about tonight. I went in search of Alexa and Nia, my tag partners for tonight. I found both girls with Emma and Dana, Mickie was to the side, watching. I rolled my eyes when I saw James before I took Nia’s hand and she got Lexi. We all crowed around a table when I sat down and looked at them, “Tonight, Sasha and I are supposed to start a feud.”

When it came time for my match, I rode out on Nia’s shoulders. I had been Raw women’s champion for a few months until I turned heel and made alliances with Alexa and Nia. My heel turn involved me jumping Bayley and leaving her for dead, Sasha found her so we had some storyline. I raised the title high as Nia carried me and Alexa walked at her side, yelling at people to praise me. I did a finger gun and shot random people in the crowd, knowing Finn would be pleased with my symbolism of the Bullet Club. Nia bent down and let me onto the apron before Alexa held open the ropes and I strolled around the ring. I was cut off by Mickie’s music. Alexa groaned, next was Bayley and Nia rolled her eyes. Then came Sasha. I had already handed off the title so I got on the turnbuckle and waved at her to come and get me. She ripped off her jacket and glasses before she raced down the ramp and I met her, we started throwing punches. I ripped her hair and cracked her head off the ramp, as Nia and Alexa went to take care of Bayley and Mickie. I tugged Sasha up and rammed her into the stairs before the crowd booed. I waved them off as I yelled, “I’m not here to please you! I’m not a puppet!” I yelled at the ref as he tried to help Sasha up, “No, move.” I shoved him before I kicked her ribs and hauled her up. She got a drop kick in but Nia stepped forward and threw her into the barricade. I grabbed my title and we three walked backwards, my title in the air.

When I got to the back, a few people congratulated us for selling the feud before I got the the locker room and backstage area where all the wrestlers were. I felt eyes on me and I turned to see Samoa Joe. He was sitting at a table by himself, staring. I nudged Nia, “You could take him easy so be on stand by.” She nodded and watched as I hauled my title over my shoulder and I walked to him. “You got something you wanna say?” He smirked up at me, crossing his hands on the table. “Tell your sweet little boyfriend I’m going to break every bone in his body, and when I’m done, I’m going to rip him apart from the inside out. He’s a has been, more useful in Japan. He has no place here.” My face turned red with anger before I put my hand on the table and cocked my head to the side, “Remember who beat you countless times in NXT, and that was just developmental. You can only imagine how much better he is now.”

He gave a shake of his head before he looked me dead in the eyes, “You tell him to remember how it felt when I sucked the life out of him and left him for dead in that ring at Extreme Rules. Make him remember.” I almost slapped him before Nia picked me up, Joe chuckled. “You’re just as pathetic as him.” I squirmed and got off Nia’s shoulders before I got right up in his face, “I hope he beats your ass and takes the fucking title so we can all have a champ we deserve instead of another fucking Samoan guy who can’t wrestle. Aren’t you just the shadow of Roman?” I smirked before I picked up my belt, I had dropped it when I got off Nia, and I went to leave before I stopped and turned to him, “Can’t wait till Bálor and I run this bitch.” Nia chuckled as she followed me before I walked to the girls locker room. “Aren’t you going to tell Finn?” I nodded before I left her and headed to the men’s locker room.

I knocked on the door, Dean opened. “What did Finn do now?” I smiled before I leaned against the wall, “He in there?” He nodded and turned his head into the locker room, “For the love of god Enzo put your dick away, we have a lady at the door.” There were a few beats of silence before Dean grabbed my arm and tugged me in. I got a few whistles as I walked through before I flipped off Bo and Curtis. Dean chuckled and led me to where I saw his jacket. He looked up from taping his fingers, “Love! I didn’t know you’d be here.” I scratched the back of my head before I tied my hair into a bun, “I had a lovely conversation with Samoa Joe that I thought you should know about.” His eyes darkened before Dean hissed, “I gotta go take a piss so I’ll leave you two alone.” Finn nodded to him before he stood and walked to me. I sighed and started to explain the conversation I had just had.

Finn glared at me when I had finished, “I almost slapped him but Nia stopped me. Then I called him Roman’s shadow.” He cracked a smile at that before he kissed my head, “Thank you for defending me. And yourself. Thank you for telling me.” I smiled and kissed him before I let my fingers settle against his abs. His hands rested against the title around my waist before he unbuckled it and put it on his bench. His nails scrapped across my skin and I shivered, “I saw the shooter earlier. You know that was in the past.” I shrugged as his lips trailed down my neck. “Those were the days we would fuck in the back of the car and the boys would just make noises in response.” He laughed because Karl and Luke had in fact done that before. Fale and Tama chose to ignore us. “Lets get you out of here so I can go to my match without wondering if you’re gonna see someone else’s dick.” I giggled before I got my title. Again I got whistles, but Finn’s glare across the entire locker room sent them into silence as I laid my head against his shoulder. “He is one lucky man.” Finn turned to see Bo before he cracked a smile, “Damn right I am.”

Finn took me to guerrilla with him, his hand on my lower back. I was sharing little kisses with him before Joe walked up. I glared at him before I looked up at Finn, “I’ll still be proud if you don’t win, just stay safe for me. And if not for me, for every Finn fan out there. Please watch your shoulder.” He rolled his eyes, “It’s been months, love.” I sighed heavily before I kissed his hands and moved back, “Good luck.” Joe rolled his eyes as Finn went to do his entrance first. Joe pushed past me as he walked out after Finn. I walked to the television they had in the back before I was joined by Karl and Luke. Matt and Jeff also joined me. “You alright baby doll?” Luke asked as he slung his arm behind my head. Karl was rubbing my arm as we watched. “Every time he hits that damn shoulder my heart breaks.” Jeff sighed from behind me, “It would be a shame if he did get injured.” Matt elbowed him, “I just mean he’s got a lot of talent and he’s over already so it would suck. He deserves that title.” I smiled as I watched him drop kick Joe.

When I watched him do the Coup De Grace, I stood. The boys joined me before we heard his theme music ring out. I looked at Karl, “Can we go out there?” He looked at the others, “We’re going to our music. We can all do a Hardy entrance.” Jeff teased. I rolled my eyes before I had us race to guerrilla. The sound guy played Matt and Jeff’s song once they asked him, and we walked out before I ran ahead with my title, as I slid under the last rope. I discarded my title to the side as I pulled Finn into my chest. The crowd somehow got louder. Karl and Luke hugged us and Matt and Jeff gave him a separate hug. I raised his hand as he raised his title, Karl handed me my own belt and I looked at Finn. We shared the same smile as we raised our belts in tandem, our other hands linked. Luke lifted Finn onto his shoulders and Karl put me on his. We all raised hell for Finn as Joe walked backwards to the curtain. Jeff took the mic before he looked straight at the camera, “Things are about to get broken.”

a time to remember || sterek || 2.7k

Loosely inspired by A Walk to Remember

-x-

Derek is in third period when he meets the new kid. The kid is tall–not enormously so, but he’s about an inch taller than Derek. Derek thinks the kid might be hot if he wore clothes that actually fit. His brown hair is hair is a little rumpled and his face a little pale and sleep worn, neither of which helps. 

Not that Derek cares, really. He feels on top of the world. He’d gotten to third base with Paige last night and she still kissed him goodnight afterward.

Derek doesn’t remember much about third period. Just the kid, mostly. His name was Krzesimir, seriously.

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Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃

Inspired by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:
2. Sneaking out in the middle of the night with _____ to play in the snow.
Request from @daughterofautumn.

Words: 1699
Warnings: none

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Remus x Reader: Jinx It

Warnings: hella fluffy

Requested: Yes

A/N: Hello my loves! I quite enjoyed writing this because it was writing as ‘already a boyfriend’ instead of the boyfriend lead up (which i still enjoy) but this was different x Send me requests, questions, prompts and I’ll get it done ASAP but for now ENJOY READING!

Remus weaved through the many bookshelves in the library, to the tables in the centre, looking for you. The tall boy eventually found you, surrounded by books. He stood and admired you for a few moments: how the quill had slipped from your grip as you slept, how the piece of hair over your mouth lifted and fell with your breath and your familiar scrawl on the pieces of parchment that surrounded you. He savoured these moments, where he could peacefully observe you and not have to hide his affection.

At the beginning of your relationship, you and Remus decided it would be best to keep the relationship a secret incase it went wrong and you didn’t want to make things awkward amongst your group (also- the marauders were pains in the arse).

“Y/N” he whispered, shaking your shoulder slightly.

You lifted your head slowly and looked around, bleary eyed. “Hi”

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

You blushed slightly before a wave of realisation washed over you, “Godric, what’s the time?”

“I came to get you for dinner.” Remus reassured you. He began to close the books surrounding you as you collected your notes. “You don’t need to revise this much Y/N.”

You picked up some books and began walking to the shelves to put them away, “I’m not revising that much.”

Remus followed, “You’re doing too much babe.”

You went back to your table silently and packed your things away, “They’ll kick me out Rem.”

“Nah they won’t.” Remus said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and taking your schoolbag from you. He slung the bag over his shoulder and the two of you walked to the dining hall. Once you reached the hall, you begrudgingly let Remus’ hand fall from yours.

“Alright nerds?” James greeted.

You shoved his shoulder playfully and sat down next to him, Remus opposite you.

“Moony, would hexing someone’s shoes break any rules?” Sirius said, shoving a potato in his mouth.

Remus sat for a moment before saying, “Nah- they could only get you if they caught you doin’ it.” He took a sip of his drink, “I’ll be your alibi.”

You kick Remus in the shin disapprovingly but giggled slightly nonetheless, thinking about how everyone believed Remus to be the well behaved Marauder.

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A Taste Of Hazel Chapter 8

Fangmyer left Nick knowing full well he better get back to the office and face his punishment. He had even prepared, by taking off his tie and taking his badge from his wallet.


He starred longingly at the shiny brass that had ZPD etched deep into it.
“I became a cop to protect…” he muttered sadness washing over him as he thought back to all the horrible wrong the ZPD had done to Nick.


“This has been my whole life” he explained to himself, thinking of how he would let this badge drop into the hands of the likes of one Jack Savage.


As he starred at the badge he remembered back to high school, being bashed for being in love, he knew Nicks pain, he could feel it each time he looked into his friends eyes. But if the ZPD has changed from protecting the innocent and hiring the scum, then Fangmyer knew, he would gladly hand over the badge.


He got to the ZPD and as soon as he entered the front doors Chuck was sitting on the front counter; Clawhauser’s desk, holding an ice pack to his eyes, Delgato patting his back. His face looked like an artist got mad at a block of clay and simply went to work on it with his fists.


As Fangmyer strolled through the door both Chuck and Delgato look to him, only when he was inside did he notice Jack standing offside, with a notepad in his paws taking down a statement, Fangmyer reached into his back pocket preparing to hand over his badge.


Jack followed Delgato and Chuck’s gaze before turning back to Chuck.


“And you didn’t get a good look at the guy?” quizzed Jack with a disbelieving glance.
Chuck and Delgato, whose eyes stayed poised on Fangmyer, simply nodded in agreement to Jack’s statement.


He flicked the notepad shut turning to look at Fangmyer.


“Odd” is all Jack stated, his eyes giving a quick glance to Fangmyer’s swollen knuckles.


“Take him and get him stitched up” ordered Jack pivoting to point at Delgato and Chuck.


Delgato and Chuck both got up heading for the door, neither set of their eyes leaving Fangmyer, who had to struggle to hold back a hiss.


“Tragic isn’t it” interrupted Jack, catching Fangmyer’s attention “the streets are a dangerous place, looks like the new recruit learnt that the hard way”, Jacks eyes scrutinised Fangmyer as he spoke.


“Yeah, better to learn rules like that early on” confirmed Fangmyer.


“So what are you doing back?” pried Jack, flicking his sleeve up to check his watch.


“You aren’t meant to be on break for another hour and a half”


Fangmyer casually held up his ticket machine, “Out of paper” he lied, playing the game Jack so obviously wanted to play.


“You’re a good officer Fangmyer; but you better watch your actions and attitude”


“I don’t know what you’re referring to Jack” replied Fangmyer


“Chief” corrected Jack “Chief Savage, and I’m talking about how you have been conducting yourself and please keep your anger under control”


“Your one to talk” muttered Fangmyer.


“What was that?” asked Jack raising his ear, as if he didn’t hear Fangmyer but so obviously did.


Fangmyer took a deep breath; “I said, sir yes sir”.


“Good, get back to those cars” dismissed Jack.


Fangmyer turned and went to leave, a demonic, victories grin made its way across Jacks lips.


“Fangmyer?”


Fangmyer turned “Yes sir?” he grumbled with as much respect in his tone as he could muster.


“I thought you needed more paper?”


Fangmyer turned and feigned a smile, annoyed he had been caught out, but he kept his cool “That’s correct, thank you Jack” he confirmed as he walked past Savage to head to the stationary cupboard to go get more parking ticket paper.


“Chief” corrected Savage as Fangmyer past him.

Fangmyer froze next to him; “Thank you, Chief” said Fangmyer trying to keep his cool. 


“One last thing Fang’s”


“Fangmyer” corrected Fangmyer staring down on the rodent.


“Fangmyer”, corrected Jack.


Jack went to speak, he needed to ask Fangmyer, he needed to know if Nick was okay, for his daughter …and himself , but then he heard it, he heard Nick speak into his ear; the voice coming from over his should; soft and ominous.


Jacks eyes stayed poised forward and his mouth hung open.


Fangmyer went to get angry when he saw the look on Jacks face, and by god he knew the look, it was the same look, the look he had seen a thousand times, the look Darla had given him when her brother and his friends bashed him and put him in hospital, guilt.


Fangmyer took a knee placing his giant paw on Jacks shoulder as he sat paralysed, stunned like a fish out of water. Jack cranked his neck against some deathly invisible force to look at Fangmyer, hoping for comfort.


Fangmyer leaned in deep so his mouth was right in Jacks ear, the overbearing shadow of Nick’s ghost whispered frantically in one ear from behind him and Fangmyer whispered into his left from in front.


“Act tough all you want, but I see through you Savage….If you think the guilt of what you have done goes away Jack, it doesn’t”


Fangmyer pulled back slowly, a strained tear gently rolling down the fur of Jacks face. Fangmyer tapped him twice on the shoulder, simply got up and walked away, Jack simply swaying with the taps standing silent and cold starring into the void.


“Have a good day Chief” called back Fangmyer heading for the door.


Jacks scrapped at the barrel for something to yell back but came back empty, turning and running towards his office, his alcohol and his meds.

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The Party (20 Different Pairings #4- Dean x Jo X Reader)

Summary: Your friend Charlie convinces you to go to a very special party, where you meet two strangers and have a much better time than expected.

Word Count: 3000ish

Warning: smut, threesome, sex with strangers, sex party?

A/N: I had fun writing this one. I hope you enjoy it too! Let me know what you think!

“Come to the party with me,” Charlie had said.

“It will be fun!” She had said.

So you had showered, taking the time to shave and then put lotion on after, slipped on your sexiest bra and panties, and squeezed into your black dress that left very little to the imagination. Charlie was encouraging you the whole time you got ready, telling you that this was exactly what you needed- to have some fun, blow off steam, get back in the game after your break up with Chuck. And you supposed she was right, so you let her talk you into going to one of her “parties”.

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Chlorinated Hearts - Jackson

A/N: Shoutout to @yves-saintlaurtuan. This one’s for you!

A knock on the door distracts me from lounging on the couch with a novel in my hand. I lazily sit up to greet the expecting person behind it. I make eye contact with him the second I twist the brown, polished wood that serves as a barricade, open.

I sigh at the sight of his annoyed face, “Jackson, I told you I’m not going to attend this pool party of yours.” It’s some party his family decided to throw and if it’s just going to be them, I wouldn’t resist, but his friends are going to be there and that fact makes my decision solid.

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YELLOW - DINO

It’s about time aha… Hope you all like it took a while ;; A soulmate!au and Hanahaki disease… wonderful


It all started with a smile. One small smile from the cute young boy you’d come to know as your new neighbor was all it took for you to find yourself drawn to him. However it wasn’t good that after moving in and introducing yourself you’d gotten closer to him; despite your growing affection towards him you knew you couldn’t be together. Because of fate. Because of destiny. Because the world you lived in had everything planned out for you from the day you were born. And there was nothing you could do to change it.

Your soulmate was selected by ‘fate’ as soon as you were brought into the world, and you’d know when you met them. When you’re born you’re blind to a certain color, in your case yellow, and when you found your soulmate you’d be able to see that color. It was a strange concept, but you didn’t make the rules. That was your life, and you’d come to accept it.

However that didn’t help now, as you sat before the smiling boy and fidgeted with your hands. You felt uneasy, the increased heart rate and slight sweating not helping as you began to hate yourself. You began to hate fate and the way it was so cruel; how could you have fallen so helplessly in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate? The vase on his mantlepiece proved this to you - the roses sitting inside a shade of grey to you instead of what you knew the were meant to be - yellow. The fact that you couldn’t see them in all their beauty was what had made you realise you’d fallen for the wrong person. And that made time spent together increasingly uncomfortable, as you’d become very awkward despite his efforts to lighten the mood. He’d kept quiet until then, but as you sat staring down at your lap and sighing every few minutes, he grew more and more worried. ‘Does she not like spending time with me anymore?’

“Y/N?” he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had hung between you since you entered, voice soft and careful. He seemed almost… scared. You looked up and met his concerned gaze, a lump in your throat appearing as you saw them. They were as kind as usual, warm as he moved closer and placed his hands on yours gingerly. You moved them away slowly, feeling guilty as soon as you saw his expression become hurt. “What’s wrong?”

“Chan, I-” you sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that afternoon, looking down again and avoiding his eyes. You knew you’d shatter with only one more look. He waited for you to speak, anticipation bubbling within him as his mind raced. Had he done something? Had someone else done something? ‘Does she know that I like her despite us not being soulmates?’ “It’s nothing, really, I just… “ You fell silent again, the slow ticking of the clock filling the room as silence fell once again. He was being patient and calm in spite of his growing apprehension, and he shuffled closer again. He kept his hands on his knees, not touching you and instead waiting for you to finish. “I can’t do this.” you mumbled, standing. He frowned, confused and even more afraid and stood also, grabbing your arm as you began to walk towards his door. He spun you to face him, eyes searching your face frantically as he panicked. When he saw tears brimming in your eyes, his face both softened and fell, and he looked at you with a strange mixture of concern and upset.

“Can’t do what? Please, Y/N, talk to me.” His desperate pleading hurt you further, but you couldn’t tell him how you felt. You’d grown very close since you’d moved into his apartment complex a few months ago, and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship over your seemingly idiotic affection.

“I have to go do… something… I’ll see you later, okay?” You shook your head as the tears began falling, and ignoring his shouts of your name you ran to your own apartment and let yourself in with trembling hands. You sat back against the door and let the tears stream down your cheeks, feeling incredibly helpless. You didn’t know that Chan was the same, collapsing onto his couch with whirling thoughts. ‘Should I just tell her that I love her?’

The ringing of your alarm the next morning didn’t do much, as you turned your phone off and pulled the duvet even further over your body up to your neck. You didn’t feel like waking up, the bitter cold weather and gentle rain matching your mood as you felt both guilty and dismal about leaving Chan like that. Surely he was confused, but you didn’t want to bother him when fate was obviously against you. After all your friends had found their soulmates you thought he’d be the one, and thinking about how happy they all were made you despair even more as you buried your face into your pillow and let sleep consume you again. At least when sleeping you didn’t have to think about it.

Chan hadn’t slept that night, brain unable to rest as he thought about your visit. Whilst you were usually happy to see him and told him about your problems you had appeared very conflicted, and it unsettled him that you wouldn’t tell him. He lay on his back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, a breathy sigh leaving his lips and a small, frustrated groan following. He had fallen for you after only seeing you a few times, but after being unable to see the color yellow still, he’d found himself burying his feelings deep down within and putting on a front. He didn’t want to hurt you with his feelings but as the days went by he fell deeper and deeper in love with you, however after seeing you yesterday he was now sure you didn’t feel the same way.

“Stupid boy…” he muttered to himself, sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes with another, heavier sigh. “It’s completely one sided.” He found himself with the sudden urge to cry as he made his way to the bathroom, grimacing at his sleep deprived face when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He splashed cold water on his face and rejoiced in the feeling, taking a quick shower and hoping it would clear his clouded mind. It didn’t. “Why do you like someone who isn’t even your soulmate? She’ll never love you! It’s one sided!” He was yelling to his reflection by now, hair dripping and eyes swimming as he felt something arise in his throat. He retched once, twice, before he felt as if he was going to throw up. With the tears starting to trail down his cheeks with his ever growing hopelessness, he crouched by the toilet bowl, eyes stinging and throat following as he felt his stomach emptying. However when he calmed down and opened his eyes he found his toilet to be filled with flower petals, a shade of grey the same as the roses sat in his living room. His brow creased at the sight and fresh tears fell, fear taking over him. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’

You hadn’t seen Chan in 3 days, and even though you were still brooding over your love you decided to go see him. You still hadn’t explained the other day to him and figured he’d still be quizzical, and so with one last pep talk you left with his favorite pastry in a brown paper bag. You felt slightly uneasy as you made your way to his apartment a few doors down, and with a hesitant knock you found the feeling growing into a sick one. Your stomach churned as you heard faint sobbing and choking sounds, eyes widening and terror setting in as you tried the handle and burst in upon finding his door unlocked.

“Chan!” you cried his name as you found him crumpled on the floor, his floor and jeans tear stained, face red and streaky, fresh tears covering their tracks and many, many grey flower petals surrounding him on the floor. You threw the paper bag onto his side table and ran over to him, crouching down next to him in a frenzy and taking his hands in yours. “Chan, what is this?” you asked quietly, shaken. He met your eyes with his glazed ones, unable to answer and instead making a choking sound again. “Chan, please, talk to me. I’m sorry about the other day.” Your voice was reduced to a whisper as you shivered, scared for him. He gripped your hands tighter and exhaled slowly.

“I love you, Y/N. I know we’re not soulmates, and I know you can’t possibly love me too, but I really, really love you.” he murmured with a sad smile, the smile soon fading into discomfort as he retched again. He felt them coming, an onslaught of petals coming again as you rubbed the back of his hands with your thumbs.

“No, you idiot! I love you too. I really do.” Your eyes searched his, your worry present, however he felt many of the petals then fade away and one spring to his mouth, him choking yet again as he coughed it out. He pulled it up and you stared at it with wide eyes, him doing the same when he realized. You both looked around you before smiling in relief, looking up at each other and laughing slightly. He set down the petal and you gave it one last look before moving closer to him, wrapping your arms around him happily. The petals fluttered slightly, for a reason you couldn’t fathom, but you were more focused on the color. A bright, satiny shade of yellow.

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- Admin Belle

The Great And Powerful Oz

Charlie smut requested by anon! “Hey, if you’re happy to write it I would love a lesbian Charlie smut imagine (if you’re okay with writing smut?) where you and Charlie are doing the do and just as you’re finishing one of the boys walks in? Thank you!” Alright, new territory for me. I’ll give it a go! Just a reminder that I have literally no idea what I’m talking about… and yeah. Graphic content.

WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT

You felt a pair of chilling hands run over your neck, fingertips tracing your collarbones before wrapping around your shoulders, squeezing gently against your sleep-weakened skin. Your body went rigid beneath the sheets, your eyes popping open in fear, expecting the worst possible fate. You had assumed the bunker was safe, thus you hadn’t hidden a weapon beneath your pillow, as you were accustomed to doing. You were trapped with no defenses, a killer’s hands tickling along your neck.

In truth, the Men of Letters bunker was, indeed, safe from monsters, yet something equally dangerous had somehow managed to slither within the walls. A shock of brilliant red hair stunned your bleary, newly woken eyes, tendrils sweeping along your cheeks, a familiar face beaming down at you, nestled in amongst the inferno. Your fear instantly melted into excitement as you absorbed and recognized the face of your girlfriend, Charlie Bradbury (the name you had met her by and the name you couldn’t shake, despite the fact that the moniker was not her true identification.) Her green eyes seemed to glow in the artificial light, her head tilting in that ‘I know, can you believe it?’ way of hers before you pulled her into your chest, her body buckling upon your attack, crushing you further into the mattress, the scent of her grapefruit shampoo intoxicated you with every intake of breath.

“You’re back from Oz!” You shrieked, your voice groggy, breaking on every word like a prepubescent all-male choir. She giggled, unravelling herself from your arms and heaving herself back into a kneeling position, flipping her hair over her shoulder and shifting her hips. It was then that you realized she was straddling your hips, your bodies separated only by a mass of thin blankets. You gulped, heat rushing to your cheeks. She followed your gaze to her waist, winking when you tore your eyes from her body, smiling like a kid on Christmas day.

“No place like home.” She chuckled. “What can I say? I missed my wifey too much to stay.” Her comment sent your heart flying like a drugged-up Olympian, your pulse rapid in your ear, her hands taking hold of yours, lacing her fingers in you own before pushing them softly to the covers.

“More than Star Wars?” You gulped, her proximity igniting a passion deep in the pit of your stomach. She bent once more, her face closer to yours, the circlet of gold surrounding her pupil sent into high quality, her eyes sincere on yours, lips tugging into a sweet smile.

“Dude, of course! I’d take you over the rebel alliance any day.” She said, her voice carrying that nerdy-yet-flirtatious undertone you had missed so much as she ducked her lips to your neck, eliciting a halfway-contained grunt from you, her mouth revisiting old sweetspots. She pulled back, using your pinned hands as support, raising an eyebrow, a glint of mischief igniting her eye. You barely had time to react before her lips swooped down to yours, the delicacy and patience of her lips moving with yours a seamless transition from the last time you had seen each other, almost three months ago. Her lips moved along your cheekbone, her hands releasing yours to slide the blankets from your body, her breath hot on you ears. “I scoped out the batcave. Sam and Dean aren’t home.” She reasoned when you caught her hand, shaking your head with flustered denial. She shifted above you, sliding the sheets away from your feet, removing her Wonder Woman hoodie and her blue camisole before meeting your lips again, fabric crumpling to the floor beside your bed, your hands gravitating to unclasp her simple bra. She hissed against your lips. “I just assumed the old rules still applied? No orgies, no keggers? I don’t think they’ll mind if we…” She joked, lifting your less than attractive and massively oversized tee shirt from your torso, cold air making you catch your breath, your body exposed, as you spent as much time without a bra as humanely possible, sleep included. Charlie let her bra fall down her arms, carelessly sling-shotting it across the room, landing suspended on your desk lamp. After a victorious giggle, she lowered her gaze to your chest, your time apart parking a ravenous fire in her eyes. She ghosted her hands to your breasts, her touch electrifying you, your back arching off of the mattress as she drew her fingers over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. She removed one of her hands, letting her nails lightly graze your skin as they journeyed over your ribcage and abdomen on their way to help you shimmy out of both your terrycloth shorts as well as your underwear. Charlie smirked, standing from the bed to dance out of her second-skin denim, ditching what she referred to as her ‘horrific granny panty punishment pair’ of underwear, grumbling about her poor planning under her breath as your eyes rolled over her body.

She rejoined you on the bed, positioning herself between your legs, her angel soft lips moving to the corner of your mouth, her hands racing over your hips, spreading unbearable warmth to your waist. You wrapped a leg over hers, tugging her closer, the taste of her mouth a much desired sensation, one you had been deprived of for three months too long. Her tongue pried your lips apart, stroking your own as she tilted her head to better fit yours, one of her hands moving to cradle your cheek, securing you t her in the most idealistic way. The bunker was silent but for the soft suctioning sounds of your kissing. When she pulled away, her eyes were raging with lust. She licked her lips, her body recoiling like a slinky, backing herself up and away from your swollen lips until she was situated between your legs. You shot her a cautionary look, one she ignored. Sam or Dean could come home at any time. You mentioned this to her, glaring at the open door to your bedroom, her eyes following yours, returning with an uncaring scoff.

She simply rolled her eyes and descended, a wave of pleasure blurring your reason as she lapped along your folds, your mouth falling open with a quiet moan. Charlie’s tongue smoothed over your sweet spot, her hands keeping your legs from closing around her head, her lips moving to kiss along your inner thighs. Your hand flashed to her hair, tangling in the glorious, fiery mass as she worked over you, redirecting her attention back to where you needed her most, her tongue swirling over your clit. Your moans, so usually silenced, rang through the stuffy air of the bunker as your nerves were exposed, sweat beading along your back and brow. Charlie smiled, one hand darting between your legs, spreading you apart with her fingertips, her tongue toying with you as she did so. She lifted her head, kissing your stomach, thrusting her index finger deep within you, an action you thought unusually safe for the ever experimental Trekkie until she curled inside of you, bliss spotting your vision, your mouth letting a particularly surprised, choked moan infiltrate the quiet.

Without warning, she pushed a second, then third finger between your folds, making you cry out in shrill, unadulterated pleasure. She smirked at your desperation, her free hand working up along your chest to cradle your breast, her lips returning to your heat. You closed your fingers tighter in her hair, mindful not to hurt her, struggling to keep control of your grip.

“Ch-Charlie! God.” You whimpered. She kissed up along your thighs once more, her tongue darting between her lips, the air freezing her saliva on your body before she was once again licking along your sex, the pleasure unimaginable after so long without so much as a phone call. You sighed, breath coming in short bursts, stomach muscles tightening. Taking this cue, she amped up her game, her lips sucking on your clit. She thrust faster, her tongue moving with indescribable speed and accuracy, reducing you to a strangled mass of nerves and curse words. You called out her name just as Sam did from the open doorway, her fingers leaving you empty as you climaxed, horror ebbing into your ultimate euphoria as the hunter stared down at the two of you, shck plastered on his features like war paint, too awkward to move, too shell-shocked to speak. Charlie screamed, clutching the blankets to the both of you, Sam backing out of view, stumbling, his hands shielding his eyes. Charlie locked eyes with you, your body trembling, both of your cheeks blazing with crimson mortification.

“Jesus, sign me up for whatever they’re teaching in Munchkinland.” You whispered, your breathing ragged, Charlie beaming, her lips lowering to yours.

“Consider that your souvenir.”

 

Scribble-Doodle: Ingrained

@amanythingbutdead requested: “HC where Alec ask Magnus to correct or etc when he said sth racism.”

And because this is tumblr, I feel the need to add a disclaimer: characters =/= author. I’m not trying to find an answer, just pose some questions. This is just. a. fanfic.


“Oh, this looks serious,” Magnus comments as he steps into Alec’s room. “Isabelle was right, you are brooding. It will give you wrinkles!”

Alec, who’s sitting in the window seat, lifts his head from his crossed arms, propped up his bent knees. “Magnus?” he asks, startled.

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Everyone Has A Plan

1900 words leading up to the makeout we deserved. 
Gaby x Illya
Here on Ao3

The men spoke in hushed tones so low that Illya had to continually adjust the equipment to block out the ambient noise of the bar just on the other side of the opposite wall. When he finally could make out the conversation, two of them were having a pissing contest about the third man’s sister. Illya curled his lip in annoyance. How long would he have to sit here waiting for them to start talking about the operation?

He rolled his neck back and forth, trying to make himself more comfortable when he heard the shriek of a woman. Illya sat up straighter and strained to hear the voices through his headphones.

“You can’t be in here!” one man shouted.

“Oh, let her stay, she’s cute,” another said.

“Boys,” the woman spoke and Illya threw his head back in annoyance. What was Gaby doing here? “I brought vodka and I am feeling very friendly, you want to be my new friends?”

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fanfic: all my days i'll know your face [brooklyn nine nine, jake x amy]

juuuussst scraping in before the premiere! also, i’m sorry it came to this.

(also let’s assume this universe also swallowed a few select things from the end of season one: no teddy, no going undercover, no confession, no strict canonical timeline. definitely nothing to do with season two. there are still romantic-stylez feelings, though. obviously)

all my days i’ll know your face
four universes in which everything is the same at the nine-nine, except that soulmates are a thing. four times jake and amy definitely weren’t those soulmates. nope. not at all.

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Just an AU based on the idea that Josh is saved along with everyone else, and doesn’t suffer the same fate as his sisters. It’s a Sam x Josh! If you want more, please like or reblog this so I know! Enjoy! n.n (Warning, it’s a pretty long! There are no trigger though, so no need to worry.)

Summary:

She didn’t waste any time wrapping her arms around him as well, resting the side of her head on his chest. Even in a place like this, he smelt like the same cinnamon cologne that he seemingly always had on him. The normality of the situation, just standing there in an authentic hug, calmed all of Sam’s nerves. 

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2. - Vogue says, "Thinner is better."

Kalea

It was hitting one in the afternoon when I notice the scenery of the neighbourhoods start to change. Gone were the up kept, polished terrace houses, manicured flower beds and prestige towncars and instead were replaced with rundown conor stores, heavily graffitied walls and raggedy looking apartments that all looked the same.

“Welcome to downtown Brooklyn”, Rack smirked as he noticed the horrid look on my face that even I knew was quite visible. So I was quiet sheltered growing up, my parents lived in a upscale mansion overlooking Malibu beach, I attended a private school and hardly even had a glimpse of the ‘hood’ lifestyle. “I’m going to die”, I whispered in horror as my face was practically pressed up against the window, while I scanned every little detail with bewilderment.

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Undisclosed Desires 1/?

So I cowrote this with the lovely valnixyrie and we hope y’all like this. 

Beca always loved the smell of the air at a concert. So many people who loved the same music so much together in the same area, it changed how everything felt somehow. Couple that with the fact that she was excited out of her damn mind but trying to play it cool, and it almost felt like electricity buzzing along her skin.

“Are you coming, Becs? We still have to find our seats and the opening act is in like fifteen minutes,” Chloe said, looking back at Beca as the crowd surged around them. The rest of the Bellas with them were following behind Aubrey as if it was three years ago all over again, not stopping to check on the others behind them.

“Yeah, uh yeah, it’s just.” She gestured around vaguely. “I just really like concerts.” She shrugged and started to walk forward, elbowing people out of her way, dodging people who didn’t see her, the normal things she had to do as a short person to navigate through crowds.

“Well, duh,” Chloe said before slipping between two people standing in the middle of the road. “You are going to be a music producer. Aren’t concerts sort of part of that?” Chloe continued when they came back together again.

“Yeah, sort of, but now it’s just–”

Chloe cut Beca off. “Muse is like your super favoritest band ever, I know.” She smiled at her. “Why do you think we’re all here.”

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