Like… here’s a thought… when Hiccup and Snotlout got back to the Edge after Turn and Burn what did they tell their friends about the adventure they had???
“Snotlout’s dad and my dad basically acted like children and nearly broke us up. Also, we saw a new dragon, er, 4.”
Also, I hope there was no sense of personal space between them when they got back and the lack of personal space doesn’t faze the gang in the slightest because this is Normal™ for them.
Also, Snotlout and Hiccup were literally stuck in a dragon trap together and that was mildly inconvenient for them like BARELY they were totally fine, whereas they were more VISIBLY uncomfortable and not okay when their dads were fighting and basically expecting them to side with their fathers.
Okay so, I’ve had this au stuck in my head for a while. Basically, Lance has become so homesick that he starts to snap. If you don’t sleep for more than a week, you could get hallucinations, but probably a good day’s sleep could easily fix a few problems you will encounter. BTW, there is some Klance/Klangst in this so just be aware of that.
Lately, Lance has been lacking in action and response. Whenever they are training he seems to be lacking the usual enthusiasm and energy, and it doesn’t help that the team has to shout in his face to get him to notice they’re even there. It’s getting them all worried. They ask Lance if he’s okay, he just replies with a simple ‘Yeah’ or ‘I’m fine, really…’. Of course, the team aren’t completely convinced with that answer but let him off so they don’t irritate him. They know how hard it is for him, they know a bit about his insecurities because he was brave enough to tell a little to the team. Little do they know, Lance hasn’t slept in a week and a half.
Lance has recently been having intrusive thoughts, saying stuff like “Why are you even trying when you know you’re just dead weight to the entire team”, “Hunk probably hangs out with Pidge more because he finally realized how stupid and pointless you are.”, “You’re weak, what are you doing here when you know that you should be dead right now?”, or “Keith will never like you back, no matter how hard you try.”. Lance tries so hard to ignore those thoughts but the more he hears them the more unstable he feels. His nightmare occurrences have increased probably even more than Shiro’s. He dreams about how the team sees him as nothing but a useless placeholder and how he doesn’t belong anywhere, or his family. His family are the worst ones, either his parents are scolding him about how disappointed they are, he dreams of what they might be doing on Earth without him there and if any of them are still really alive, or….. the team returns to Earth and Lance runs home…. only to find every single family member dead on the floor… and a bloody and used weapon is in his hands.
Lance stopped sleeping and instead cried every night, trying hard to block out his intrusive thoughts and stay awake. Soon, it began to take effect on his health. He grows more hungry than usual but always waits till night to have an entire feast, Hunk and Coran notice a shortage of some food supply or even full plates that are left in the fridge for the next day. He’s been getting sick more often than usual and it’s putting everyone on edge. He begins to become more forgetful and unaware of his surroundings, Shiro and Allura notice and tries their hardest to get Lance back on track. He sometimes stumbles over his words and stutters once and a while, Pidge and Keith sometimes have to correct him on words and grammar. He also begins to have hallucinations around the castle… all of them are of his family.
One night Keith was up late training like he usually does, when he heard a sudden shout. It sounded like Lance. The shouting continued as Keith tried to track down where it was coming from. When he ran into the kitchen, he found Lance huddled on his side on the floor with his knees to his chest, head down, whimpering and calling out to his mother as if she was actually there right at that moment. Keith panicked, unsure of what to do. So he just ran over to Lance and began to shake him and call his name. It took quite a while, but it worked after a minute or two. By then Lance was crying, tears running down his face. He looked around only to find that his mother was no longer there where he’d seen her when he walked in for his late night meal. He swore he saw her but knew that was impossible. He told Keith what he saw and Keith looked at him concerned, telling him that no one was there when he found him.
The next day, Keith stayed pretty close to Lance, not once telling him off or making fun of him. He told the team what happened the night before and they all decided to keep a good eye on Lance. The same day, Keith and Pidge got to see Lance staring intently at nothing, his eyes watery and damp until tears finally fell and he was running in the direction of where his eyes lay. Keith and Pidge ran after him through hallways and into the training deck. In the center of it, Lance stopped and fell to his knees screaming. Everyone gathered there to help Lance in any way they could. Eventually, he calmed down in Keith’s arms and began whispering someone’s name. Keith was close enough to hear and it seemed that Lance was calling and apologizing to his nephew Mateo, who Lance has talked about to the team many times before. Why was he apologizing to his nephew?
That night, Lance was stable enough to tell the team what’s been going on. How he has nightmares so he hasn’t slept in 2 weeks. Why he wasn’t there at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. What he’s been seeing. The first thing he saw was his sister Cleo sitting on his bed of his paladin bedroom, reading a book. He immediately ran up to her to hug her only to land straight in his bed, Cleo nowhere in sight. The second was his father in the dining room, reading a newspaper while drinking coffee. He stopped coming to eat with the team after that. The third was his mother cooking in the kitchen, she actually looked at Lance for a second, seeing her smile again making Lance cry. That was the night Keith found him. The fourth time was when Lance saw his nephew Mateo playing in the halls of the castle, telling Lance to play tag with him and he ran off. Lance immediately chased the little boy, through sharp turns, forks in the path, and finally the entrance of the training deck… and when he entered, he found Mateo bleeding on the floor with holes through his back out his chest, bloody burn marks covered the edges of the holes that was burned into the little boy’s shirt. Lance looked down to see his bayard activated and smoking at the tip, signaling that it was just used… to kill the boy who called Lance his favorite uncle and vice versa.
From that point on everyone always stayed close to Lance making sure he was healthy and happy. Hunk made sure he ate and if he got sick, he’d make multiple meals for Lance. Shiro made sure Lance was healthy and well enough to train and if not he would force Lance to sit this one out. Pidge, Allura, and Coran checked his vital health rates weekly. Keith slept next to Lance every night hoping it would rid of the nightmares, and apparently, it worked pretty well, later on, Keith began to have feelings for Lance and vice versa. Lance would say they were kinda overdoing it, but he couldn’t blame them. He knew his state was really bad at the time so he just let it happen with little complaints.
There you guys go, hope you enjoy this. It’s my first Langst scenario so plz don’t judge if it’s bad. Sorry for the Klance, I have no self-control. Thank you for taking the time to read it, you may continue scrolling now.
Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.
Stiles and Derek work in emergency services. Stiles is the lead Paramedic on his team and Derek is the Lieutenant of his fire squad. As fiances, some days tend to end up harder than others. When the one he loves nearly dies in the field, Stiles realizes just how precious life can be.
Derek sets his kitchen on fire (a little bit). Stiles is a firefighter called to the scene. Derek communicates his anger with eyebrows alone, and Stiles falls in lust. Slowly, they both fall in more than that.
aka what happens when I try to write how their lives would be different if Laura had refused to ever go back to California.
First 5 chapters are totally rated E for Everyone. Will get darker and they will bone.
Cosplay Public Service Announcement: AVOID THESE WIG CAPS
So, I got these wig caps at Sally Beauty Supply, and wore them for all four days of ECCC. They hurt my head somewhat while I was wearing them, and left my scalp rather sore afterward, but I thought it was just that they were a little small for me, and were causing some compression bruising. Since they were all the wig caps I had, I just kept using them. However, when I got home from the con, I noticed lines of what appeared to be chemical burns right where the edge of the wig cap rested on my forehead and scalp (swelling, redness, blisters, and patches of raw skin). Several days later, these burns are still healing, and I am full of regret.
Now, I’ve used many different wig caps before, but I have NEVER had anything like this happen. Also, I should add (to be fair) that my brother, who was using the neutral color of the same wig caps rather than the black, did not have problems, so it could just be that I have a bad batch somehow. Still, though, I would recommend being VERY cautious before using these wig caps. Have a backup with you, and maybe avoid them altogether if you have sensitive skin.
“Soul-mates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re the ones who make you feel you the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pains and pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.” —Victoria Erickson
This was suggested by @gloster . Sorry dear that it took so long, I felt it’d be a good occasion to resume some of the most meaningful drarry moments. So I think it can be a good way to wish a Happy New Year to you and to all the drarry lovers.
Some days I feel that all I am
Is twenty four ounces of coffee
Steaming and just sweet enough
To get through the day
That I am a number on a slip
A quota to be filled
Day after day
A timecard punched
Ever so accurately
At the same times
In and out
Some days I feel that all I am
Is a pair of work boots
Battered and left by the door
Until tomorrow morning
A work shirt and slacks
With holes burned through
Frayed edges, misused
That I’m a stone parking lot
Full of the same cars
Except the ones who make it out
And get away
Some days I feel that all I am
Is a pay stub that disappears
As quickly as it arrives
Perpetuating this cycle
That I’m a cloud hanging low
Ready to burst, to break
And release a torrent
If only for a moment
That I’m a part in a box
Shipped with others
Just like them
Again and again
Some days I feel that all I am
Is another faceless speck
Pretending to be okay
As I face the specter of tomorrow
That I’m an ant being chased
By a boot it magnifying glass
Trying to escape my fate
That I’m a stick in the mud
Who used to be a branch
Growing and blooming
But no longer
Part I. Taako thinks about how much he loves Kravitz
Part II. Taako tries his damnedest to parley this information to Kravitz
“I love you.” The words taste foreign and almost dry on his
tongue, and he’s thankful he’s speaking them in practice to his reflection in a mirror and
not to his actual boyfriend. “I’m in love with you,” he tries once again with feeling and comes off a little less
ham-fisted but no more confident than before. “Kravitz, I think I love you.”
Still blunt. Still hard. Still unnatural.
How do people do this? How did Merle do it – how did Magnus
do it? How did Carey do it? It’s got to be easier than this, right?
Okay that age gap question has completely peaked my interest and has also made me ponder something and I would love to hear what you think. My question for you lovely is how do you think Scotty would love somebody? What would he be like in a relationship?
In a word - carefully
Scotty falls in love slowly.
Scotty freely gives away tiny pieces of his heart, bit by bit, without hesitation, and without thought.
Scotty feels the physical symptoms first - a racing heart, a heated face, a suddenly tied tongue.
It’s a gradual, gentle thing.
It comes to him in a sudden rush of clarity, an abrupt awakening, a love so absolute that it’s hardly even a shock to him. Things slide subtly into place, like the snick of a lock, and he accepts it as a simple fact, a foregone conclusion, undeniable, unshakeable.
Scotty mulls on it.
He turns it over in his mind, slowly, deliberately.
He questions it - not his regard, but what to do about it. He ponders the deep things, the tough things. His hesitation isn’t born from a lack of self esteem, not really. It’s more of an innate selflessness, a burning need to make the right choice, to wait for the right moment, and to proceed for the right reasons.
Scotty is upfront.
It’s an awkward, endearing sort of confession. He struggles with his words a bit, and his face is flushed, but he keeps steady eye contact, and his voice is sure and soft.
Scotty makes love.
Scotty gives his full attention, devotes his entire being, his heart and soul, in the bedroom. Scotty is focused and patient. Scotty listens, and Scotty learns. Scotty is a murmurer. Scotty keeps his lips on skin and his eyes fluttered shut. Scotty is strong and steady, gentle and warm, but passionate, too, and the sex carries just an edge of burning desperation that drives the experience from romantic to exquisite.
Scotty loves fiercely.
Scotty’s devotion is complete and unchangeable. Scotty pays attention. Scotty choses his words precisely. Scotty revels in the small things, takes joy in the everyday. Scotty teases, and Scotty laughs. Scotty defends his own recklessly.Scotty is more than meets the eye. Scotty is unmovable, his faith unshakeable, his loyalty unconditional.
this is a fic that is about the avengers as a group and it was going to be a three part but at this second i’m only confident on one part so expect nothing. thanks.
You grimaced, staring at the white of your thigh. It’s
likely very bad that you can’t feel
this, can’t feel the searing heat that should be there or the little leaks of
blood that’re escaping. Only a couple leaks, luckily. That’s the point of
burning the flesh, so the blood doesn’t leak out. Not that you’d been bleeding
before you’d been hit with a flamethrower to the thigh at point blank range.
Not the point. What’s also not the point is that you
definitely shouldn’t have tried to take on a flamethrowerguy on your
lonesome, as Steve has so succinctly pointed out over comms at least a dozen
times already, but it’s always best to set the scene.
Maybe that’s a bad thing, thinking you’re setting a scene.
It’s just your head, and there’s no one else around, nor are you even speaking
aloud. And this isn’t a show or movie or book or anything like that. Do burns
effect the way a person thinks? Is it like when you go mad with pain? Strange
considering you can’t feel any pain. Or not much.
There are little shallower burns around the edges but that’s not the point.
“And I swear, every
time we let you try and fight without a buddy something goes wrong! How- Dammit-
How are we supposed to trust you on a mission if you can’t keep yourself from
getting wounded to the point of needing time off?” Steve roars in your ear,
the twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point
wherever he is the background to your undressing.
The twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies
from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing? Now all
you can think of is doing a sexy strip tease to a backing track of Steve in
battle. A hip bump with every grunt, arms flying high and sliding down your
body to the sound of a dying mans scream.
“Lay off the kid, you
know she’s still learning.” Tony pipes up, his voice sympathetic but you’re
barely focused on the conversation right now. An ant is crawling up your hand.
Bullets tear up the earth a few feet from you and you frown
at the sight. Why does man have to destroy the earth? What has the earth ever
done but feed and clothe us?
Tsunamis, tornados, earth quakes and volcanoes.
“Ha! That’s right.” You giggle, cringing at the high pitched
noise of your laugh. Like a keen or a squeak. Hysterical sounding, almost.
“What the hell kid?
I’m trying to stick up for you.” Tony snaps and you shake your head, trying
to refocus on the conversation through the comms.
“Sorry? What?” You mumble, raising a dirty finger and
lowering it slow motion toward your burn. Maybe if you prod it, you’ll feel
something. A crumb of dirt drops from your palm, landing on the cloth left
covering your thigh and someone shouts across the field.
“She knows she’s being
an idiot, she admitted it.” Steve growls and you blink at the empty field.
“Steve, shut up.”
Tony snaps, worry in his voice. “Kid,
what’re you thinking about right now?”
Steve’s voice starts up again, only to be shushed by Tony
once more and radio silence fills your ear.
You rack your brain, what do they want you to say? Are you
supposed to provide humour for the group? Is this a sombre moment? You were
“It’s strange how geese have teeth. I’m not sure if ducks
have teeth but it’s worth looking into, don’t you guys agree? Oh, and there’s
an ant and he was on my shin before but he’s on my knee and I think he wants to
eat my delicious crispy flesh.”
“Please tell me you
haven’t eaten any of your burned skin?” Clint begs, the sound of someone
gagging coming through the comms.
“No, I haven’t. Should I? Is that… Is that how I’ll be able
to feel again cause right now it’s like my leg is… It’s like my leg is dizzy.”
You wonder, hearing a soft curse run through the line in your ear.
“I’ll see you in one
minute, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you on the jet. Where are you?” Tony asks
softly, his voice soothing and you yawn at the cadence. Nice.
“Same spot. Never left, I sort of felt vomity so I sat down
and then everyone sort of ran off. Probably didn’t want me to be sick on them.”
You laugh, only for the sound to die and your eyes to go wide. “Help, guys.
“The ant is nearly at the wound; it won’t heal good if
there’s an ant bite on it. Hurry!”
“Oh my god.”
Natasha groans and you can’t help softly and bitterly mimicking the sound. A
thud sounds as a red and gold robot appears before you.
“Hello, are you real?” You frown, beaming as the bot nods
its head. “You’re an AI, you’re so cool!”
“Please be still, Miss.” The automated voice rumbles,
kneeling and scooping you into its hard arms. “My scans show you have received
third degree burns to two thirds of your left thigh. I have been instructed to
take you to the jet, do you object?”
“Nope.” You smile, patting the robots glowing heart happily
and trying not to squeak as you’re jostled into the sky.
“You do realize that this could be grounds for you to be
taken off the team.” Pietro sighs, and you pout at him. What’s the point of
having a beautiful boy on your bed if he’s gonna talk?
“Of all the things I could live without, fighting for my
life on a weekly basis- if I’m having a good run, is high on the list.” You
shrug, running your fingers through his hair and gazing at him. How is he so
pretty? It has to be the hair with his dark eyebrows. Art.
“You’d leave the team?”
“No!” You laugh, the offense and outright amazement in his
voice comical. “I’d never leave the team while they’d have me. But I hate
running all the time, I hate being so bad at this, I just hate being constantly
“You love bed rest!” Pietro counters and you laugh, flopping
back against the pillow and trying not to visibly wince.
“I love bed rest because I am loved. What I don’t love about
bed rest is being in pain. Even lying here with you, mostly still and doing
nothing but talking, is utterly exhausting and it feels like someones running
lines along my thigh with a dull razor.” You mumble, your eyes drifting around
your bed before you push against the mattress, sliding yourself further down
the bed and setting your head on your pillow. Pietros eyes meet yours levelly
on the other pillow and you avoid his gaze.
“Y/N.” He mumbles softly and you shrug, holding out your
hand and interlacing your fingers.
Summary: This is supposed to be a certainty – the one sure thing in his entire life. Yet he can’t fight the same mounting apprehension he experiences when crossing into a dimension he’s never visited before. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 2 – Prompt: “Insecurity”]
Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be incinerated by a giant fireball should you be found plagiarizing.
Warning:Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Chapter 699.
Canon-Compliance: As close to canon as fanfiction can possibly be. With a few personal additions :P Takes place during the Blank Period.
Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch ofGold and Unplanned.
When they were children, Sasuke was the aloof one – cool and confident, perpetually at ease in his role as the storied prodigy of Konoha. He was the genius of Team Seven, overshadowing Sakura’s presence as if she was no more than an afterthought. Between his rivalry with Naruto and the attention Kakashi lavished upon him, it was all too easy to consider Sakura as a barely requisite third wheel. Insecure and needy, she trailed after him like a puppy.
That’s no longer true.
These days, it’s Naruto and Sakura that are beacons of hope in the community, the heroes that little children crowd excitedly around when they walk through the streets. Sasuke is the one people don’t think of – or rather, prefer not to think of. The third wheel of the new generation of Sannin, whose reputation is maintained only by his connection to the other two.
He might’ve helped to save the planet, but it’s Sakura’s name that opens doors.
And if that doesn’t work, her fist splinters them.
Since returning to Konoha, Sasuke has noticed the whispers and stares that follow them when they walk together. Initially, he thought the behaviour was directed at him – judgement on his past deeds and the dark legacy that will hound him until he dies – except the general tone of the whispers is usually deferential. He knows from years of wandering that people are more likely to avert their eyes than risk his attention. However, it’s Sakura to whom they look; it’s she who holds the admiration of every inhabitant of the growing city.
What’s surprising about it, though, is how much he doesn’t mind. As a child, the idea of being second to anyone was unacceptable, especially in comparison to his teammates. Naruto because he was the village screw-up and Sakura because – back then – she was just support. An admirer to cheer on his successes and, in the early days of their team, to highlight just how much Naruto was beneath both their skill level.