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Treacherous Waters by @zeroinvador

“From all the stories I’ve heard, you’re deadly as all hell.” Lena huffed, angrily.

That seemed to bring a slight smile to the other woman’s lips. “I suppose I am, aren’t I?”

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

(continued below the cut… <3 / / mobile link)

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anonymous asked:

i ship sheith but i kind of want k///lance to be canon- i know half the k//lance fandom is gonna be super smug about it and complain about sheith content still existing, but i want more development of lance's character and it's been implied that queerness will be part of that. keith is really the most viable option, with shiro having been established as having a primary relationship with keith (the brothers line is why i dont think sheith will happen) and hunk having a love interest.

well thats how you see it, i feel like keith’s love interest is probably allura or shiro. as for lance, i do wanna see keith and lance build a better relationship and get over the whole “rivalry” thing–i want them to be friends bc there’s a whole lot of opportunity for them to ACTUALLY develop together and it’s great! and i understand if klance does become canon…i dont want it the way the fans want it. you know? i want it to slowly develop but right now i just want them to be friends is all. 

Downfall [16]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 9,372

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

The rain was the first sign.

You should have known from the moment you woke up in the morning to see the that the sky had opened up above the city. The myriad of clouds that hung overhead left the streets and buildings cloaked in a dreary overcast, and the droplets that fell from them painted every exposed surface, leaving the world a shadow of what it had been just yesterday. This persisted throughout the afternoon, and even as the hidden sun set without its rays having ever touched the land during the day, the rain was still going strong.

You should have taken it as a warning—but then again, you weren’t one to believe in omens.

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The Princess and the Queen:

Once upon a time there was a princess in disguise
living life as a lie, living under the guise
of a sorrowful soldier in the bloody battle for survival
in an all too cold and careless world.
Her story, it had a harsh beginning
and the trials she faced, they seemed never-ending
and when she stated at her reflection she could not see
her beauty or her grace
for it was hidden deep inside
buried by all the years in which she had to hide
her true self, had to hush
the voices of kindness and compassion in her heart
in order to win the wars waged all around her by the ruthless rulers
of love-barren lands.
Once upon a time there was a princess
who heard she was a worthless pauper
and she believed it.
Then one day, her universe changed in a fateful way
when on a seemingly hopeless road
she encountered a breathtaking queen
who was the most wonderful woman she ever had seen
on both the inside and the out.
The queen held her hand, and she told her to stand
tall, and not to let her crown fall
from her head.
She taught the princess to save her own self
and to ignite the fires of fantastic light
of endless laughter, love and life
that were burning dangerously low inside her.
She said for the princess to fight to control her own fate
to fight against hate wth equal parts gentleness and strength
and to never give up hope and never let go of the rope
that tethered her to her dignity.
Once upon a time there was a princess who believed she was a pauper
who met a queen, who held up a mirror and showed her the royal that she was.
Then the queen held her close
and she called her her own
and the princess felt suddenly safe from the cruel conflict
she had endured.
From that day on the whole wide world changed
and the wicked winter turned softly to spring
and the princess ruled the land with a kind and caring hand
while the queen stood smiling behind her.
Once upon a time there was a princess
who was nurtured by a queen
and they created the most amazing kingdom
that the world had ever seen.

—  S. R. N
I Miss You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve posted two days in a row! Whoop woop!! I’ve had free time so I have been writing lots for you! Anyways I hope you enjoy this cute little imagine as much as I did writing it!
Warnings: fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: You and Spencer are on a case and your little girl or boy calls because he misses mommy and daddy
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Imagine based off of the song…
You sat next to Spencer on the jet as you and the team went over victimology over the latest UnSub, until you felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket.
You took it out and looked at the caller ID to see your babysitter’s name across the screen.
You looked up and everyone’s eyes were on you as you interrupted the discussion.
“Take it.” Hotch said softly as you smiled and excused yourself to the back of the jet.
“Hello?” You said into the phone.
“Hi! How’s work going?” Stephanie asked.
“Good. I already miss my little girl though. Is everything okay?” You asked, your heart racing.
Stephanie normally never calls during the day, only at night so you can tell your six-year-old daughter, Diana, goodnight.
“Yeah everything’s going great! Dee just wanted to talk to you if now is a good time.” She said as a wave of relief flew over you.
“Yeah anytime for my little girl.” You say with a smile.
The line went quiet for a few seconds until you heard Diana’s sweet voice on the phone.
“Hi mommy.” She said.
“Hi sweetheart! How are you?” You said, a smile involuntarily creeping across your lips.
“Good. I miss you mommy.” She said.
You could basically see her swaying back and forth as she held the phone to her ear.
“Honey, we will be home soon okay?” You said like the many times you have told her before.
“How soon?” She asked.
“A couple of days. Two or three more nights okay?” You said turning around to a Spencer slowly approaching you.
“Is it Dee?” He whispered.
You nodded and he held out his hand for the phone.
You gave it to him and he put it on speaker.
“Hi darling. It’s daddy how are you doing?” He said as his eyes wandered around the room as he always does when he talks on the phone.
“Daddy!” She yelled in excitement. “Daddy I did something not good today.” She added as her voice got quieter.
“What did you do Diana?” He asked looking you in the eyes.
“I ate the only jello.” She said quietly.
“What?! You ate my jello! You had three and I only had one!” He said as his voice raised a few octaves, making her giggle.
“Diana, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you eat my other jello next time too if you just hang tight okay? We will be home soon alright?” He said hugging you to his side.
“Okay.” She said happily.
“We love you and we will call you later to tell you goodnight okay?” Spencer said before kissing the side of your head.
“Yeah we both love you okay?” You repeated as Spencer said.
“I love you too.” Diana said.
“We will talk to you later okay honey.” You said taking the phone from Spencer.
“Okay. Bye.” She said.
“Bye.” Both you and Spencer said at the same time before you hung up.
Spencer pulled you into a hug as he stroked your hair.
“She’ll be okay; we’ve done this before.” He said as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “But I can’t believe she ate my jello.” He murmured into your hair making you snort.
“You’ll live.” You said patting his chest and heading back to your seat.


From here on, I..! From here on..! Y'hear me?! I’m gonna… beat you all! I’m going to become the number one!! Enjoy your win. It’ll never happen again! Dammit!!!”
Happy Birthday to my angry hot hero | Bakugou Katsuki | 04.20 ♡ ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

anonymous asked:

If one hypothetically wanted to read your Eldritch Abomination Garfield fic, how would one go about finding it as directly searching for 'garfield' hypothetically does not include the fic?

“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.

“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”

“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.

“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.

“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”

“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.

It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.

Just him, and Garfield.

From the corner, it growled.

Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.


It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”


Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”

YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.

“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”

MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.

“Would chicken be okay?”

UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.

“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”

YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.

“—but you can’t eat Lyman.”

I͇̤͜ ̭̩W̨͕̪̠͙I̧̫͍͕̤̥̥̥L̜̜̭͔̪͢L̡͉͍͍͓̣ ͇F̤̜E̤̱̼̩͙̺͢E̥̳̫D̯͚̰ͅ

The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.

There was a chiming sound.


“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”


“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”

Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.

“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”

Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.


Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”


“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.

WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.

“… cheese?”

The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.


“You don’t have cheese in hell?”

It nodded again.

“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.


“Until I’m satisfied?”


Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”


“If you leave, I get fired?”


“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”


Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”

It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.


Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.

It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.


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