but figured i should get this up and posted before i head to bed

Top 10 times my heart broke for Rhysand

#1 When she never smiled at him

I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”

and that one time she finally did

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.

#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about

“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound

“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

and when we learned how deep that wound went

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him

#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’

“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

#6 When he cried…

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.

But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared 

-A Court of Thornes and Roses

#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

#8 When he put her happiness above his own

“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her

“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“

#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

Quotes from ACOMAF and ACOTAR

On a happier note: Another Top 10 for Rhys

Writing is Hard, part 7: The Shower

Summary: Dean doesn’t appreciate the story you write about your first time.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.

He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.

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Regarding Dean

Characters:  Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.

Warnings:  Angst-ish

Word Count:  1776

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Regarding Dean

The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.  

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”

“I’m listening.”

“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”

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You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network?  It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.

Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.

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Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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#6 for Gaston?? ;)

HERE’S A LIL ONESHOT. srry if its not what you guys expected lol i was super tired while writing it! Thanks for reading, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! Have a good one.


Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock


Title: The Night Before.
Pairing: Gaston x Reader.
Words: 1,368.
Rating: T.
Summary: After sharing a kiss the night before, Gaston meets with you and tries to explain what he’s feeling.


Pretending that nothing happened isn’t going to help either of us.” Hearing that voice in the morning was the last thing you expected. Hearing it as the first sound to awaken your senses after opening your front door was also to say the least, a big surprise. Stepping down from your front door, you pushed on his chest to get him to back away so you could walk. He did, but only half a step. Sighing in defeat, you stopped trying to maneuver your way around his broad body and cocked your hip to the side. You were all to aware of what he was referring to. You had been thinking about it ever since last night. You had gone to bed thinking about it and you had woken up thinking about it. 

You didn’t quite expect Gaston to be outside your house door though, ready to pester you about the mishap in the tavern the night before. You figured he’d have been too hungover to actually be awake this early, but here he was in all his post-war glory. Reckon, he did look a bit messier than his usual self, with a few stray hairs, bags under his eyes, and disheveled tan jacket that clung perfectly to his structured torso.

Looking at him in astonishment, it appeared as if he didn’t sleep at all and spent the night waiting to see you again. Clearing his throat, Gaston fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons in the middle before slicking back his hair. Rolling your eyes at the thought of Gaston performing such a romantic task specifically for you, you acknowledged his words. Swallowing softly, you grasped your skirt and tugged the fabric out of his hands swiftly. It left him a bit starstruck as you flattened the front of your dress and muttered to him, “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss.”

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Single Bed Part 2

Hey guys! So I will not be able to post any more of The Game this weekend, I am so sorry, I put all the blame on finals. As soon as I get it done, I will post it! Hopefully no later than next weekend. But a lot of you have been asking me to do more of Single Bed, so here’s another part! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: mission, injury, fluff, language, teeny weensy bit of angst

Summary: You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while, pushing you to think about what he means to you.

Part 1

Originally posted by sithlordalice

After hearing Bucky’s confession and sharing your own secret, sleep hadn’t really been an option. Your mind was buzzing, trying to figure out how it could all go wrong, or maybe how it could all go right. You didn’t realize you wondered the night away until the sunrise started to peak through the curtains of the hotel room.

You picked your head up to look over Bucky’s body at the clock on the night stand. 5AM. There was no point in going to sleep now, the jet was going to take you home in a couple hours. 

You sighed and fell back to your side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You played with the tag on the corner of the comforter, twisting and pulling it with your fingers. You knew that with the way the universe was treating you right now, Bucky would wake up the second you looked over at him and wonder why the hell you were watching him sleep. But you could only fight that urge for so long.

You shifted your eyes his way, like if your head didn’t move, no one could prove you were actually looking at him. You sighed, feeling completely ridiculous, and turned on your side to face him. When you did, you felt your heart leap into your throat. 

He looked peaceful, almost untouched. You were surprised he even trusted the world enough to fall asleep in it anymore. Looking at his closed eyes, you suddenly missed the blue, almost wishing he would wake up and look at you.

He was lying on his back, the arm closest to you held up behind his head, and the other one resting on his stomach. It was like he was unconsciously inviting you to move over a couple inches and lay your head on his shoulder and rest your hand on his chest.

Before that urge also became too strong, you slid out from under the covers and grabbed your suit to change into. You tried to think of anything else while you changed, and threw your hair into its usual pony tail. It reminded you of what Bucky had said last night and you decided to cancel the appointment you had made to get your hair cut next week.

While you made breakfast, you listed groceries in your head and reminded yourself you had laundry to do, and decided what to get the whole team for Christmas next year. Anything to keep your mind off Bucky. 

You set a stool next to the window and counted the cars passing by as you ate the eggs you made. Thirty-six, thirty-seven…

“You’re up early.” His voice was rough and low, tempting you to throw yourself out the window so you could continue counting the cars from there. 

“Yeah, I got hungry,” you lied. “Those are for you,” you said pointing to the plate of eggs on the counter with your fork, while you watched him pull his green sweatshirt over his head. 

“Thank you,” he said, sinking a fork into them and taking a bite. “They’re really good,” he said. You didn’t miss his eyes briefly widen a bit in surprise. 

“Thanks. I know that’s how you like ‘em.”

“Hm?” he let out with a cocked brow while he scarfed the food.

“I am your partner, there are certain things I should know. You’re weak on your left, you throw a good hook, you prefer a 22 if you even use it, you like your eggs over easy.”

He chuckled as he took your empty plate from you and started washing the dishes in the sink. “So, I’m weak on my left?”

Your grin was so wide it almost split your face. That was the closest he had ever come to making a joke. “Despite the metal, yeah.”

You saw him shake his head and hide a smirk. He turned off the sink and spun to lean on the counter. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just for breakfast. You’re a good partner, (Y/N).” He eyes studied the floor and his long hair fell into his face. He quickly pushed it behind his ear and you noticed the gash on his cheek was gone.

“Jesus, you heal so fast.” 

Before he could lift his eyes and question, you were inches away from him with your fingers tracing over his skin where a scar should be. He watched you study him with awe. He wasn’t used to anyone being this close to him, especially you.

“Is that why you did it? Because you would heal faster than me?” Your eyes met his as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you continued. “I know you took that bullet for me. You shouldn’t have. I can take care of myself,” you said turning away from him and pushing the stool by the window back into its place at the table.

“We’re partners, we take care of each other.”

“No.” Frustration started to bubble in your chest like a shaken bottle of soda, and your voice was rising, along with your temper. “You take care of yourself first. You have my back if I need it.” 

“You needed it.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“(Y/N), that bullet would’ve gone right through you. It would’ve killed you.”

“It could’ve killed you!”

“Hey.” As always, his voice was steady, which infuriated you even more before you tuned into what he was saying. “Calm down, take a breath, (Y/N), it’s okay.” His eyes were suddenly soft, and his brow full of concern. You looked down at your comparatively small hands violently shaking in his, and watched them become a blur with unshed tears.  

“But you-you could’ve-”

“Shhh, don’t think that way. Everything’s fine.” He encased you in a hug, like a shield from the outside world. You wrapped your arms around his waist, depending on him to hold you up. 

“Bucky, I-”

“I know. Listen, you’re overtired and stressed about the plane. We’ll be home in a couple hours, okay? Just sit here, and I’ll go give our bags to the pilot.” He placed you on the bed like a rag doll and fished his suit out of his bag. “I’m gonna go change.”

“Bucky, can you just-”

“Yeah. I’ll sit with you.” he said, sitting next to you and pulling you to him while he ran his fingers through your ponytail. 

Sure, you knew how he liked his eggs cooked, but Bucky could just about read your mind. He never missed a thing.

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anonymous asked:

What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again

It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.

With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.

Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.

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Second Chances (Zach Dempsey X Reader X Jeff Atkins)

- You and Zach had gotten into an argument, later on he ended up cheating on you. Jeff helped you through the breakup which led to you getting feelings for him, but still having feelings for Zach.
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You and Zach had been dating for a little over a year now, but you guys kept getting distant by the day. The reason for that was because you guys had gotten into a huge argument about a week ago.

He said that you would always flirt with other guys and he called you horrible names like slut and whore. Which led to you slapping him. Although you didn’t break up with him and he didn’t break up with you, you didn’t know what the situation was at this point.

You hated being distant with him, you guys used to be so close. You went to his house, you needed to fix this you just couldn’t take it anymore. You got to his house and you knew his parents weren’t home so you took out the spare key he gave you. You walked in and like you expected everything was quiet except you heard people talking upstairs, you could hear Zachs voice. You stopped in front of his door. You then heard a females voice. The door swung open, you just stared at the girl wide eyed, she was beautiful but you’ve never seen her before.

“Y/N what are you doing here?!” Zach said while quickly putting on a shirt. You noticed a hickey on his neck and one on hers as well. Tears filled your eyes and you just ran out the door. He chased after you calling your name but you ignored him. He grabbed your wrist.

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him. You could see a hint of sadness in his eyes but soon that left.

“Fuck you Dempsey, I knew something was up, you were acting more distant and seemed like you didn’t have an interest in me anymore.” You said. He scoffed,

“I loved you so much up until you started flirting with all the guys especially Jeff! Then you became a slut!” He yelled back at you. You and Jeff had been best friends forever, but Zach always thought you two had a thing.

“I never flirted with any of them Zach, because I was yours! I would never do such a thing!” You yelled back tears streaming down your cheeks.

“But now I’m not so goodbye.” You said walking away, he didn’t chase after you this time.

You got home ran to your room and texted Jeff to come over with your favorite snacks and movies. He said he’ll be there in 5.

Jeff arrived and he walked in like always and opened your rooms door to see you crying. He rushed to you.

“What’s wron—” you didn’t let him finish his sentence you just hugged him.

“He cheated on me.” You said in between sobs. You noticed his fist clench.

“That fucking asshole!” He hugged you even tighter. Jeff wanted so badly to go and beat him up but he didn’t want to leave you alone. For a couple of weeks that’s all you guys did. You dreaded school but luckily you rarely saw Zach and Jeff was always with you.

As you and Jeff were laying down watching movies one day he just randomly stated,

“Prom is tonight we should go you need to get out of this room, love.” Jeff said you shook your head.

“No I look horrible and Zach is gonna be there.” You said.

“You look beautiful, he’s gonna see how great you’re doing without him so c'mon let’s gooooo.” Jeff said while picking you up. You squealed while telling him to put you down.

“I’ll put you down if you promise to go.” He said while smiling. You sighed.

“Ugh fine I’ll go now put me down Atkins.” He threw you to your bed.

“Okay great I’ll go back to my house to get ready I’ll pick you up in the evening.” He said, you just agreed and smiled.

He soon left and you decided that you should shower, you already had your prom dress seeing as you were going to go to prom with Zach before the incident. It was a beautiful long dress, which was a nice shade of baby pink. People always told you that color went with your skin.

You showered got dressed and did your makeup. You actually looked decent and not dead. The doorbell rang and you walked down the stairs where your parents had already let Jeff in. Your mom gasped which made everyone follow her gaze. They all looked at you and Jeff was the first to speak up.

“You look so beautiful.” He said. Your parents agreed and your mom took out her camera. She took like 100 photos of you guys and you found it quite funny. Once she was done with her little photo shoot you and Jeff walked toward his car, you were about to open the door when he opened it first.

“I always open the door for you princess.” He said you got in and buckled up. The drive just consisted of you guys singing songs that were playing on the radio.

You guys arrived and you and Jeff linked elbows before walking in. You got some compliments from people telling you that you look beautiful, you thanked them and complimented them as well. Clay walked towards you guys and greeted you and Jeff.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” Clay said to you.

“Damn right she does!” Jeff said eying you up and down. You just giggled and thanked them. From the corner of your eye you can feel someone staring at you. You turned to see who it was and it was the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces. You still missed him but he broke you. But you wanted so badly to connect your lips to his.

“Wanna dance?” Jeff asked looking at you. You nodded and tried figuring out what song was playing. You smiled once you remembered it, Jeff would always sing this song to you. As you guys were dancing you could hear Jeff whispering the lyrics into your ear. (The song is You’re always loved by Golden)

“I will never hurt you, no.
I will never desert you.
There’s a lot of girls in this world
Though they have nothing on you.” He sang, his voice barely audible. You smiled, this song brought back so many memories.

“I will be there… I’ll be there…
When the words just come out wrong, And you’re sick of the love songs. I will be there… I’ll be there…
When your strength is now all gone, And you need someone to lean on. Even when you stop loving yourself, I’ll be there to help.
And when you’re giving up,
Just know you’re always loved.” These lyrics were so true, Jeff was always there for you when Zach did something wrong. Jeff would never hurt you, which is why you had kinda sorta started falling for him.

The song finished and you and Jeff just smiled at each other.

“Let’s go show Zach how much better you’re doing without him.” He smirked. You laughed and agreed. You two stayed on the dance floor laughing like crazy and dancing like weirdos. Soon you two calmed down and you were quiet thirsty so you went to go get a drink. Zach was there as well, you ignored the fact that he was there and grabbed your drinks.

“You look beautiful.” Zach said, gosh you missed him so much. You just wanted to kiss him but you had to play it off as if you were doing just fine so you just looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Can we talk outside.” Zach said, he looked so sad. You agreed knowing you were going to regret this. You two got outside and he spoke first,

“You look stunning.” He said while looking at you.

“Thanks, it’s the best I’ve looked these past days. It was Jeff’s idea to go out so I had to look my best.” You said.

“So you’re dating him now?” He asked, sadness in his voice.

“No he’s still my best friend.” You said, although you had started getting feelings for him, but you still had feeling for Zach. Zach’s eyes filled with hope.

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, it felt awkward and maybe Jeff was looking for you back inside.

“Can you give me a second chance?” Zach asked.
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Part two is now up! :) https://cutiedempsey.tumblr.com/post/159921049278/second-chances-pt-2-jeff-atkins-x-reader-x-zach

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

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a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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Time Waster [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which (Y/N) is desperately trying to deal with her feelings.

Part two: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158009117566/time-waster-pt-2-jj

Part three: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158033527367/time-waster-pt-3-jj

Part four: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158258806451/time-waster-pt-4-jj

((Y/I)= your initial)
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(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.

Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.

She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.

She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.

“Kevin?”

“(Y/N)?”

The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”

“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.

She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.

They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.

A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
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Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.

She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.

By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.

Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.

He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.

It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
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“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.

“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”

“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”

Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”

(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.

“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”

“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”

“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”

(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”

Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
~~~

Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.

(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.

“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”

“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.

“I came to check up on you guys.”

Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.

“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.

“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”

She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.

‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.

Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.

“Who’s hungry?” She asked.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
~~~

It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.

She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.

She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.

They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.

“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”

All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.

“(Y/N), wait.”

“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”

As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
~~~

Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
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Tag List : @blisshbee, @wisestydia14, @cleohalestilinski, @do-somethinglovely, @divastar777

Sing Me To Sleep

Characters: Jungkook and You

Word Count: 774

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jungkook singing you to sleep. What could be better than that?

You tossed and turned in bed.

“Jungkook, please don’t go” You cried out softly.

You were having a bad dream.

“Don’t leave just yet…”

Alarmed by your gently cry,  Jungkook suddenly woke up.

“Y/n?” He asked in his sleepy voice.

You were talking in your sleep again.

“Jungkook…”

“I’m right here Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked.

Jungkook searched for you in the dark and finally found you.

He held your hand and kissed you gently on your forehead.

“I’m here” He whispered into your ear.

Jungkook nuzzled his face against yours and finally you woke up from your bad dream.

At first you were dazed but then he turned to switch on the light.

You looked around and saw your concerned boyfriend looking back at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked confused.

Before he could answer, you realized what had happened.

“Oh no….I did it again, didn’t I?”

He nodded.

“I’m so sorry Jungkook… I…”

He wrapped his arms around you before you could finish.

“I know Y/n….I’m going to miss you too” He said as he held on to you.

Jungkook was going to leave for a world tour in a few days and he knew how hard it was going to be for you and him while he was away.

“I wish you could come with me so you wouldn’t have to worry about me. We’ll both know where each other are and I won’t have to wonder about what you’re up to while I’m gone”

You looked at your loving boyfriend and wished for the same thing, but being an idol was tough and you knew all too well what could happen. To go with him would mean risking it all and you couldn’t do that to him. Not after all he has worked and trained hard for.

You called him by his favorite name. “Jeongguk-ah”

“Hmm” He replied.

You leaned in to kiss him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for making you worried” You said.

He looked at you and gave you his biggest smile. He did his signature dance and you couldn’t help but smile back. He always knew how to make you laugh.

“Y/n..”

“What is it?” You asked.

“I think I know how to make things easier for you.”

“How so?”

He began to rub your shoulders and winked at you. “Me” He replied in a seductive tone.

His word stopped you dead in your track and confusion struck your face.

What is he thinking? Was he suggesting that you guys should… Right now?? No…..

Why, this little…..

Before you could playfully attack him with a pillow; he stopped you with his words again.

“Y/n, I’m going to post songs for you.”

You lowered the pillow in your hands. “What?” You didn’t know what to say.

“While I’m away, I’m going to do covers of your favorite songs. You can listen to them and not have to feel sad when I’m gone. I’ll post them for everyone to hear but every cover I do will secretly be meant for you” He said as he kissed you. “Listen to the words and know that I am singing to you”

You stopped and stared at him for a bit.

“Jeongguk-ah, that’s really sweet of you”

You could feel the tears slowly forming. With his schedule, you didn’t even know how he was going to find time to record for you. Before you could protest; he lifted his hands up to wipe away your tears.

“Don’t cry love. How you put up with me and my busy life; I’ll never know. You’re the only one who understands me, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s the least I can do while I’m gone”

He held you in his arms again and tried to kiss it all better.

“I hope you will look forward to the songs Y/n”

“I promise I will” You replied.

Time flew by as you laid in each other’s arms.

“You must be tired”

“I’m okay” He replied.

You could tell he was fighting it.

“You should get some sleep” You said.

“I want to make sure you fall asleep first” He replied.

You knew he would never sleep if you didn’t.

You hugged him tighter and rested your head on his chest.

“Can you sing me to sleep then?”

He smiled.

You smiled. Such a cute IU fanboy… You sleepily thought to yourself. At this point you were in love with her too because of him.

His sweet lullaby continued. His voice was so soothing that you couldn’t help but slowly fall asleep.

When you finally did, Jungkook kissed your forehead.

“Good night Y/n”


A/N: I’m a huge fan of Jungkook’s covers. I posted this before but then I deleted it…. after seeing his recent vlog though, i figured that i should repost it again! 

Sick

 

Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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butteredonions  asked:

Micro fill? A la Routine Maintenance, Shiro's arm is troubling him again - but this time it's entirely the mice to the rescue.

Shiro scowls at his prosthetic, thoroughly fed up with it.

It’s been bothering him all morning, ever since his morning solo session against the Gladiator. He’d blocked a strike from the robot using his arm, and with some extremely bad luck, the robot’s staff had managed to catch him just beneath the connection point and right on one of the prosthethic’s panels.

At the time it hadn’t felt like much. He’d been wearing his armor, and while getting hit so close to the point where metal met flesh always stung, he’s gotten used to that brand of pain by now. He’d finished his training session, showered, and moved on with his day without thinking twice about it.

But he’d started to notice an odd rattling sound inside the prosthetic, and around the same time it had become less responsive. And as the hours pass, the sensation gets worse. He can’t flex his metal fingers very well at all, now, and the whole thing feels like it’s starting to get heavier. The remains of his right arm are starting to throb, and the whole experience is just downright uncomfortable.

He thinks something had probably been shaken loose, or gotten stuck on the inside of the prosthetic, around the point where the Gladiator had hit him. And normally this wouldn’t be too much of an issue, when safely on the ship, and not in the middle of a mission. The easiest solution would simply be to go to Hunk for maintenance, just like any time it needs serious work beyond routine cleaning and care that Shiro can’t handle himself.

Unfortunately for Shiro, Hunk is planet-side for the day, doing some major supplies shopping with Coran as he stocks their kitchen. And Pidge, the logical second choice for arm troubles, had also gone planet-side to get a few technological upgrades for her computer. Keith is still in the Castle, not particularly interested in the market crowds, but he’s no engineer. Shiro has no intention of making him help with this, even if Keith probably would in a heartbeat.

So Shiro does what he can to deal with it himself. Hunk’s shown him some of the more useful tools he can use for his prosthetic, and given him his own set to store in his room for emergencies. Using them and Hunk’s lessons, he manages to pry open the panel on the upper bicep of the prosthetic, and his probing fingers can definitely find a few loose wires, and something that feels like it’s jammed into a gear. That probably explains the lack of mobility, or maybe it interferes with the function that lets him move such a heavy piece of equipment easier. The weight of it is starting to get painful.

Unfortunately, although he’s identified the problem, fixing it is something else entirely. He struggles to plug the wires back in properly, or to remove the lose bit of metal jammed into the gear. But it’s an awkward angle, trying to reach into the back of his arm at all, much less trying to fix or replace things by feel alone. He curses, but he can’t quite manage it no matter how hard he tries.

A loud squeak at his foot makes him start, and he winces when he pinches one of his fingers in the metal panelling of the prosthetic. The blue mouse at his foot lets out an apologetic-sounding chittering noise.

“Uh. Hi,” Shiro says, raising an eyebrow. “Did you…did you need something?”

The blue mouse—Chulatt—squeaks and shakes its head ‘no.’ The yellow one, Platt, skitters up next to it and points at its mouth, then gestures to Shiro.

“I…eating?” It shakes its head. “Oh, wait, I didn’t eat.” He glances at the clock—it’s past lunch time. “Yeah, I’ve uh…I’ve been a little distracted.”

The red and green mice have managed to crawl up on his bed to sit next to him, and stare at the arm balanced carefully in his lap. The red one, Chuchule, points at the arm and then gestures at his shoulder, before demonstrating with few massaging motions on Plachu next to him.

“No, I don’t need that right now—well. Maybe later, but now it’d be sort of pointless.” Shiro shrugs one shoulder awkwardly. “I’ll just have to wait until Hunk and the others get back, I guess. This thing’s a pain to lug around when it’s not working.”

The mice exchange glances, and then as one swarm up his torso, darting across his lap or shoulders to the prosthetic.

“Wait, no!” Shiro hisses in alarm. Letting them help with massage therapy is one thing—he doesn’t want to explain to Allura why one of her precious mice has gotten fried or cut up or who only knows what else because it was trying to fix something only a trained engineer should be working on.

He tries to cover the gaping open hole in the prosthetic with his free hand, but the mice are nimble and quick. The blue one has already slipped inside, tail whipping through Shiro’s fingers, before he can stop him. Shiro curses. “Get out here right now!”

The mouse doesn’t listen. Which just figures, really.

Platt crawls up on his shoulder and pats his neck in what Shiro assumes is supposed to be a reassuring way, as Chuchule and Plachu shove his fingers aside and also crawl into the prosthetic’s interior. Shiro scowls, but there’s really nothing he can do to get them out at this point. If he sticks his fingers in there to try and drag any of them out, he’s afraid he could shove them into other components that could get them hurt or killed. He’s still not sure how he’s supposed to explain this to Allura, or anybody else, for that matter.

There’s a sudden loud buzzing noise and a snap, not unlike a little crackle of electricity, and the whole prosthetic seems to jerk for a moment. Then it settles, and to Shiro’s surprise, he finds he has a little more mobility in his fingers. A second buzz-snap and another sharp twitching motion, and his whole wrist flexes much better than before. He stares incredulously.

Chulatt and Platt both crawl out of the interior of the arm, and Plachu sticks its head out and waves its tiny paws to Platt. The largest mouse bounds down to the opening in the arm, and its back half sticks out of the paneling as it shoves its head and front paws inside. There are several loud squeaks, and Platt’s tail wiggles back and forth as it seem to tug at something. Then there’s a sudden grinding noise, and the mouse snaps backward, falling out of the prosthetic’s open panelling with a squeak. Shiro barely manages to catch it in his left hand, and blinks when he spots the metal shard in the mouse’s teeth. The arm, to his surprise, feels lighter again, and he realizes the mice had pulled something out of the gears to let it function again.

Plachu crawls out of the prosthetic’s interior and up Shiro’s shoulder as well, looking smugly satisfied. Shiro sets Platt down on his lap, and probes carefully inside the arm with his fingers. The loose wires that had been there earlier aren’t loose anymore, and must have been plugged back into their original ports. He’s careful not to venture too close to the whirring gears, but everything seems alright inside, as far as he can tell.

“Uh…good job,” Shiro says, impressed, as he glances at the mice arrayed around him. He carefully closes the panel, and flexes his arm experimentally again. Good as new. “Thanks.”

The mice squeak, clearly pleased with themselves. Platt has a more immediate interest, and gestures at its mouth again.

Shiro laughs. “Okay, okay! I’m guessing nobody’s fed you, if everyone but Keith is planet side. Fine, let’s go get a late lunch. But I’m warning you, it’s just going to be food goo. I can’t do anything fancy, okay?”

The mice don’t seem to mind. They crawl up onto his shoulders for a ride, and Shiro heads for the kitchen, flexing his fingers again now that he can once more. He’ll have Hunk look it over again later just to be safe, but in the meantime, this isn’t so bad at all.

Why Reviews Matter

This is an issue I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while, but with Gruvia week fast approaching, I thought now would be a good time to finally broach this subject. Mind you, this is hardly a new, or unaddressed issue. This has been brought up on Tumblr many a time, and in many a fandom. But I wanted to address it again, because it is so important.

*Also, because I know many people don’t like to read long blocks of text, I have included random pics of Gruvia with even more random comments to keep people entertained. Enjoy!*

Since my time in the Gruvia fandom, I have always made it a point to participate in Gruvia Week, and likewise, I have always regretted it.

Why? Because the amount of effort/time put into writing fics for Gruvia Week was never worth the amount of feedback/acknowledgement I received in return for my efforts. I don’t like begging for reviews. In fact, when I first entered the FT fandom, and started writing Gruvia fics, I would NEVER ask for reviews. I figured, if people wanted to review, they would. But over the past couple of years, I started asking for them. You know why? Because the amount of written feedback compared to the amount of notes/favs(if we’re talking about fan fiction DOT net) I received on fics was wildly imbalanced.

Was it just me, or was the anime filler unison raid more magically impressive than the official one?

And have I gotten more reviews since I started requesting them. Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Part of that is the FT fandom has shrunk, but another part of it is the *type* of stories I usually put out. I like writing one-shots. I find it more enjoyable to just get a completed story out there all at once. I don’t really have the patience or dedication anymore to keep up a multi-chapter fic. But multi-chapters DO often get more reviews. Why? Because those reading want to encourage the writer to continue the story. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. BUT, that’s how it should be for completed fics, too. And yet, it’s not.

Because I am giving my readers an already completed story, there is no incentive to review. Which from a writer’s perspective, is so discouraging. For a writer, putting out an ending to a story (and mind you, many of my one-shots are 6,000-10,000 words long, so definitely not SHORT) is when they need feedback the most. They want to know whether it was liked or not. That’s the most important time to review. But so many people don’t, because what’s in it for them? They already received everything you were giving out.

Do you see how horrible that is, though? Someone took the time (some fiction takes hours, days and even weeks and months) to write and share a whole story for free, and the least a reader can do, “the review,” is not worth most people’s time. But if that’s the case, then why should I, the writer, waste my time putting out a story in the first place? Liking or faving a story isn’t enough. We want to know what you liked (or even didn’t like) about it. That’s how we improve. We thrive on feedback.

I imagine they might say these kinds of things in bed together, too.

So, yes, as far as one-shots go, why should you leave a review? The story is complete. You don’t need to ask for another chapter to see how it ends. I’ll tell you why. Because while you received a story this time, there’s no guarantee there will be another one in the future. And I know I’m not the only writer or artist who feels like this.

And yes, writing should not be all about the reviews. You should absolute write for yourself above and beyond anything else. And I DO. However, the story is already in my head. I’m already enjoying it. I don’t really need to write it down. I do that more for others rather than myself. And yet the lack of appreciation for this kills my motivation to write anything else.

And all writers KNOW people are reading but not reviewing. The amount of traffic, favs or notes my stories receive in comparison to the amount of reviews are not even close to matching up. If you enjoyed a story enough to fav, follow, like or reblog, then please think about also leaving a comment. No one is asking you to match their story with a novel of your own in a review, but sometimes even a few short words are so appreciated by writers and artists.

Boobs.

If you don’t acknowledge your artists and writers, your fandom dries up. People leave or move on. People stop making gifs, writing, drawing, etc.. If your fandom dries up, then content for the things you love also dries up. Is that really ok? Not only that, but imagine writers and artists who are new to fandom, and new to art and writing in general. Imagine how hard it is for them? You could make the difference between someone giving up and never reaching their full potential, or your review inspiring them to improve to the point that they one day become a famous author or artist. Never think your review doesn’t matter. IT DOES.

Now, back to the topic of Gruvia Week itself. I think the lack of feedback during Gruvia Week especially is a combination of things. Firstly, there’s a lot of content (which is very good! That’s what everyone wants for Gruvia Week, but…). That also means a lot of competition. Things move faster in the tags than normal, things get pushed down, and the sensory overload kicks in, so fics and/or art that would usually receive tons of notes or more feedback on a normal day, just don’t receive as much appreciation during Gruvia Week.

Secondly, there’s the “one-shot” effect I already explained above. People know that no matter what, most users who are participating in Gruvia Week are likely going to post all the content they already prepared. So, you’re going to get “the product” regardless of what you as a reader or spectator do. So, there’s no incentive to encourage the artist or writer, as you will receive that content regardless.

Did Juvia give Gray that butterfly t-shirt? And what did Gray want to tell Juvia before he got made into swiss cheese by the dragon spawns? The mysteries of the GMG forever unsolved.

Now, I’m not saying Gruvia Week is bad for all artists or writers. I actually think for artists and writers just starting out, it’s a GREAT thing. Being reblogged by the Gruvia Week tumblr, which surely has a massive following, helps your art/writing reach more people than it usually would.  

So, I’m not trying to discourage people to participate at all. On the contrary, I’m trying to ENCOURAGE people who read fics or like seeing art/graphics/etc, to ALSO participate. If you can’t draw, or can’t write, but you enjoy it when other people do, LET THEM KNOW. No one wants a dead pairing week, and not providing feedback is the fastest way to kill future ship weeks.

The reason I kept participating every year, for the last three years, was because I hoped things would be better this time. They never were. If anything, if got worse year after year. I’m not saying everything I write is a masterpiece, and I should be showered with a constant stream of praise. But as I explained at the start, the amount of notes and favs do not add up with the amount of actual reviews/feedback received.

This is the most manga time conscious Gray and Juvia have had together in the last six months *cries*

I know some people can be shy. I know some people just like to lurk. But please think of the person creating the content that you just enjoyed. Yes, they drew art this week, or wrote a fic this year, so you already received your reward. But what is the artist’s reward? What are they getting out of it, and what is their incentive to write another story, draw more art, make another graphic, or video? You are not giving them a reason to. And that is exactly why so many people quit drawing, writing, or contributing to fandom all together. So, please don’t let that happen. Please make this Gruvia Week different.

Gray: We are so attractive. 

Juvia: We really are, Gray-sama. I hope people read this whole thing and didn’t just look at our gorgeous faces. 

Gray: I can’t blame them if they did just that. We are fabulous. 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: The gang saving some Aliens and afterwards Lance realizes how much the remind them of his family and he just breaks

YESSSSS 


Lance quickly landed Blue as gently as he could and quickly ran out to met up with Allura and Coran.

“How many?” Allura asked almost out of breath. 

“Five.” and they all ran back into Blue. 

-

Lance paced in front of the healing pods. Five. Five aliens that were injured because of me. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is going to be a long night. and Lance sat down and started his long wait. 

-

Roughly a week later one of pods opened. It contained a younger looking alien, he looked around maybe 5 or 6. He had yellow skin, long black hair that was tied into pigtails and a few marking that decorated his skin.  

Lance quickly ran over to the boy and picked him up. 

“Hey you’re alright.” Lance grab the boys arm in an attempt to calm him from his frantic appearance. 

The boy looked at Lance with wide eyes before he calmed down enough to register what Lance said to him. 

“Do you want to tell me your name?” Lance quietly said as he wrapped a blanket around the boy. 

“Noko.” His voice was quiet but firm, like that was the only thing he was sure of. 

“Noko. That’s an amazing name.” Lance smiled at the boy. “My name is Lance.” 

“Lance.” The boy practiced his name a few time. Lance smiled and watched his eyes move to the other five pods. His arm slowly moved up to point at the pod containing his sister “Arma.” 

Lance looked at the girl. She looked around 10ish, same skin color and hair, just different markings. He looked back at the boy and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he wiped Noko’s face, “She’s alright. Your family is safe and healing.” Lance gestured to the other pods. 

The pod closest to the two boys contained,who Lance assumed, was the dad.  He was a tall fellow, extremely muscular and Lance could see how much Noko and Arma resembled him. Lance felt a pain in his chest as he realized that he reminded him of his own father. 

The pod next to the father, was a women. She had orange skin and long blue hair. It was the color of the ocean. She didn’t have any markings on her, yet she had piercings. They decorated her skin and seem to sparkly in the artificial light produced by the pods. Lance assumed that she was the mother of the three kids. 

The last pod contained another boy, he looked around Lances age. His skin was tinted more orange than yellow. His hair was cut short and was a mix between black and blue. Each color seem to alternate, giving the impression that he had dyed it. Lance also noticed that had less markings on him. Lance determined that he took after his mom more than his father. 

Lance looked down at Noko who was (poorly attempting) to stop crying. “Hey why don’t you tell me everyone name so when the come out I can talk to them.” 

Noko wiped his face and nodded. He stood up and walked over to the pod with the father. He placed his hand on the pod “Papi.” 

Lance attempted to bit back a noise. Out of every family in the entire universe he had to find the one with the kids who called his dad the same thing Lance called his dad. Papi. 

“Alright, so Papi.” Lance smiled at Noko and followed him to the pod with the women. 

“This is Mima.” Noko stared at the pod, and brought his blanket closer to him. 

Lance nodded, praying that Noko didn’t notice how he flinched at the word. “Okay, and we already know Arma.” Lance lead Noko past her pod and stopped in front of the last pod. “Who is this?” 

“Takclamino but we all call him T. He doesn’t talk much, so don’t be mad if he doesn’t respond.” 

Lance nodded “My sister is the same way.” 

Noko stared at Lance. “Really? What’s her name??” 

“Cleo. Shes two years older than me.” Lance smiled. 

Noko went to respond but was cut off by his stomach.

“Come on lets go get you some food and you can met the team.” Lance lead Noko out of the room. 

-

Lance took care of Noko, just like with his own younger siblings. He fed Noko, put him to bed, played with him, made sure he kept clean, and gave him company. 

Lance would never admit it, but Noko helped him. Noko made him feel home again, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t saying that his team wasn’t his family, but Noko felt more like a blood relative over anything. 

After about 4 days everyone was out of the pods and perfectly healed. Now they were simply waiting to head back home. 

Lance spent all of his time with the family. They reminded him so much of earth and his family that he didn’t get to say goodbye to. Lance felt like he belonged with this family. 

Papi would show him how to do certain training exercises and would congratulate him on things he did correctly. 

Mima would cook him food (when Hunk let her) and Lance would gladly eat it. 

Arma constantly wanted Lance to braid her hair and teach her makeup and his skincare routine. 

Noko always wanted to play “Space Rangers” with him and would climb on his should and make Lance run around the castle at full speed. 

T never said much with the exception of 3 to 6 word sentences. Lance didn’t mind, he found comfort in sitting in silence. Except when T showed Lance his harmonica (well that’s what Lance called it) and soon his hang outs with T were filled with music. 

Lance was happy with this family, yet something sat at the bottom of his stomach and he didn’t know what it was. 

Lance finally figured out what was keeping him on edge. He was unconsciously dreading the day the family left. 

Lancer fought back the tears as he hugged them all goodbye and patted Noko’s head. 

“Promise we will play ‘Space Rangers’ again?” 

“I promise buddy.” Lance smiled and stood by his team as the family left. 

Afterwards the teams asked Lance if he was alright, Lance quickly replied with any positive words and went to his room. 

Once inside the safety of his room Lance broke. Tears fell down his face and Lance caved in on himself. He missed his family more than ever and he wanted to be with them again. Lance crawled into his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets. Maybe one day I can play “Space Rangers” with my brother again. And Lance drifted off to sleep. 

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Daddy’s Home (M)

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6k

Originally posted by jungkookpresent


Grey clouds glided across the sky as you curled up in the chair next to the open. The cool breeze caressed your cheek as warm tears ran down them silently. You sighed frustrated and rubbed at them, hating that you were so lonely. Blinking you watched the sky blankly, wondering if your boyfriend was eating properly while out on tour. He had the worst habit of just eating junk while he was out.

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By Your Side (Klance Sickfic)

Based on the prompt: When Character B whines and Character A shoves them away until they realise that Character B never complains unless they’re sick and immediately begins to look after them

For: @403secret (follow her because she’s great!)

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“Keith…”

The tapping of laptop keys had been the only sound for half and hour and Keith had liked that. He had liked the fact that there had been silence. Lance had (for once) listened to him and there had not been one peep out of him, the sound of the TV barely audible in the background.

Keith ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at its greasiness. He rubbed his eyes furiously and stared at the screen, the word count almost where it was supposed to be at. Groaning, he glanced behind him to face his boyfriend, gaze immediately returning to his computer.

“What is it, Lance?” The stress and hours of long work had worked their way into his voice and he sounded annoyed. “I’m busy right now.”

Lance, instead of answering, shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around his neck, chin resting atop his head. “I’m lonely. You’ve been working on that essay for hours.” There was a slight pressure as he spoke and he raised his voice in pitch. “Watch a movie with me.”

Keith rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to the screen. “I’m almost done. Go, I’ll be there in a sec.” He swatted a hand in the general direction and pried the arms from around his neck.

Lance protested and grabbed his arm, shaking it. “Please, Keith! Just one Spongebob episode.”

“Lance, I swear I’ll be done in five minutes.” His fingertips were already typing quickly, “just a couple hundred words more.”

“But I can’t wait five minutes,” Lance was whining now, grip growing tighter around his arm and Keith ground his teeth in brief anger. “I want you to stop now!” His voice was petulant.

Pulling his arm away, Keith glared at his particularly trying boyfriend. “I’ll be there when I’m ready! Seriously, Lance.”

There was a silence again and Keith put all his effort into finishing it, not even aware of the dejected form leaving the room. It took longer than five minutes, for he spent most of it regretting his cross words and another few minutes wondering at the niggling in the back of his mind. He was missing something, something was off. He stretched himself, arms stretching above his head and yawned. Being sure to save his hard work, he shut the laptop.

Now all he had to do was apologise for the fact that he’d snapped at his boyfriend’s whining. That was never usually something that happened. Keith always controlled his temper and anyway, Lance never usually whined. He only ever whined when he was-

Keith’s formerly slumped body jolted up in realisation, eyes wide, a curse escaping his mouth. Lance only whined when he was sick! And he had just pushed him away for an assignment that wasn’t due for a week, completely and utterly ignoring him. Groaning at his dense mind, he immediately headed for the sitting room.

The television was still playing on low, a loud, yellow sponge crying a literal puddle of tears on the screen. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that as he peeked through the door. Lance had such childish tastes. Tiptoeing in, he saw a tuft of dark hair peeking out from the couch.

As he approached his boyfriend, he took in his slumped figure, a blanket wrapped around him tightly. His eyes were closed and his body rose and fell as he slept. A little bit of drool escaped his parted lips, cheeks flushed in fever and hair tousled. Cute, his mind provided.

He had fallen asleep waiting for a useless boyfriend such as him. God, he was such an idiot.

Careful not to disturb him, he placed a hand on his forehead and winced at the high temperature emanating from his skin. Then he gently lifted him up, careful not to jostle him too much, marvelling at how sound asleep he was and how nice he looked even when sick. He made his way over to the bedroom, fiddling around with the door handle for a bit. Placing him gently on the bed, he rearranged the blanket around his prone form and left.

Grabbing the medicine and a glass of water in a hurry, he reentered the room. Lance had moved, blanket kicked off. Ignoring it for the moment, he took out a pill and made his way over to Lance.

He shook him gently, relief filling his veins as his eyes fluttered open. Keith did not speak, for he was not good at talking when people were sick. He always ended up sounding angry and Katie had often said that his bedside manner was nonexistent.

Lance looked confused for a moment, eyes unfocused. He licked his dry lips for a moment before speaking. “Did you finish your essay?” He looked up at Keith worriedly. “I think I fell asleep.”

“You have a fever. Just take the medicine and get to sleep.” He spoke flatly and Lance seemed to deflate at his tone, nodding silently. Trust Lance to ask about his work first.

With that, he placed a hand behind Lance’s neck and helped him to take the medicine. Then he stood up to put the glass away, but a hot hand fumbled at the hem of his shirt clumsily.

“Don’t go, Keith.“ Lance plaintively spoke, eyes round and wide. Then he seemed to remember something and pulled away reluctantly. “You can finish your essay. I forgot.” His eyes looked a bit teary and he tried to hide it by turning his back to him. “You can go,” he uttered, voice muffled.

Abandoning the glass on the floor, Keith sighed and crept in beside him, wrapping his arms around Lance’s skinny waist. Lance stiffened a little, but didn’t move. Nuzzling his face in his hair, Keith inhaled the familiar scent of coconuts.

“I’m sorry, Lance. I didn’t mean to yell or get angry.” There was no response, so Keith continued, his thoughts leaving his mouth softly against his hair. “I should have realised that spending time with my boyfriend is more important than an essay. And I didn’t notice you were sick either, which I should have figured out right away.”

Lance finally, finally turned to face him, eyes red, but face a bit brighter. “It’s okay.” He buried his face into his neck, and Keith found he didn’t mind the hot, wet feeling on his skin nor the tight grip of arms around his midsection. “Just don’t leave me for a while. You’re a comfortable body pillow despite your prickly personality. Lord knows how I’ve put up with it.”

Keith chuckled and brought up a hand to pat his head of hair. “So I’ve been downgraded from a boyfriend to a body pillow?” He knew he didn’t have to worry that much if Lance was insulting him.

“I would call it an upgrade. My precious arms are wrapped around you.” His hot breath was not uncomfortable on his neck as he spoke and Keith closed his eyes, a hand running through Lance’s soft hair, tucked beneath the boy’s neck, breath evening out.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Then, much to his surprise Keith fell asleep, a hand in Lance’s hair and another draped over his waist. Lance fell asleep soon after, but not before tightening his grip and reaching up to plant a kiss on his cheek gently.

“Love you too, Keith.”

Sterek Recs: Bookmarked (1/?)

I’ve been lacking with my posts, specifically my sterek recs, so I decided I should post all 1,163 (and counting) fics that I have bookmarked on AO3 into a few separate posts.

WARNING: I have been bookmarking almost every sterek fic I have ever read since the summer of 2015. Some of these fics may include side pairings or briefly include Derek and/or Stiles with someone else. I tried to add some tags and warnings here but PLEASE read the tags and or warnings on the fic itself if this is something you do not like. All of these fics are completed. 


How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan (Explicit - 2.2k)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, First Time, Porn Without Plot

Blushing Pretty by the_deep_magic (Explicit - 3.2k)

Tonight’s the rare occasion when he gets to take Stiles apart, piece by piece, and Stiles – annoying, mouthy, brilliant, gorgeous Stiles – lets him. 

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Light BDSM

🔒 The One In Which Derek’s Dick Disappears by bleep0bleep (Explicit - 3.3k)

Derek wakes up one afternoon without a particular appendage.

Stiles thinks someone left a very realistic looking dildo in his bed.

— Tags and Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Sex, Telepathic Sex

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova (Explicit - 3.7k)

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.

“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26, mothlights (Explicit, 4.4k)

Stiles doesn’t hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad’s calling out to him,

“Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?”

Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch – sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

— Tags and Warnings: Spark Stiles, Magical Bond, Hurt/Comfort

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (Mature - 5.9k)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Royalty, Alive Hale Family, background/side pairings. 

Intro To Art For NonMajors by otatop (N/A - 13k)

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can’t bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Student!Derek/Teacher!Stiles, Artist!Stiles

an exaltation of larks by llassah (Explicit - 25k)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Historical, AU: Werewolves are Known, AU: Medievalesque Omega!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Non-Graphic Torture, Mutual Pining

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (Explicit, 27k)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

— Tags and Warnings: University, Soul bonds, Getting Together.

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (Explicit - 33K)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst, Amnesia, Violence

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla) (Explicit - 34k)

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers

The Worst Thing I Ever Did by RemainNameless (Explicit, 41k)

Stiles would say his relationship with Derek is about fifteen percent empty threats, thirty percent sass, ten percent avoiding violence together, and five percent eyebrows.
If anyone asked, he would say the remaining forty percent is mutual orgasms.

It’s a good thing no one ever asks.

— Tags and Warning: AU: Canon Divergence, post 3x03, Underage, Canon Typical Violence, Porn With Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Dubious Consent, D/s themes, Non-Negotiated Kink

 Traces by standinginanicedress (Explicit - 44k)

Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles’ eyes. “You say you’re not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”

Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don’t you?”

“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.

“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we’ve had!”

“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn’t seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”

— Tags and Warnings: Underage (17), Angst, Body Dysmorphia, PTSD, Kate Argent

our lives are changing lanes by grimm (Explicit - 47k)

There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

“How many of those kids did you kidnap?” he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, “You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”

“Oooh,” says one of the kids hanging off his arm. “I’m telling Mom.”

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Werewolves Are Known, Deputy!Stiles, Single Parent Derek, Past Kate/Derek

☆ Sense of Home by siny  (Explicit - 53k)

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Major (Fake) Character Death, Angst, Slow Build, First Time, Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. 

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Explicit - 69k)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

— Tags and Warnings: Smut, Angst, Biker!Derek, background/side pairings

Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic (Explicit - 74k)

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst

☆ Cornerstone by Vendelin (Explicit - 83k)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

— Tags and Warnings: Blind!Stiles, Marine!Derek, PTSD

☆ No Homo by RemainNameless (Explicit - 84k)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Internalized Homophobia, Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Alcohol, Lots of Safe and Unsafe Sex

🔒 Shatterproof by pyes (Explicit - 90k)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

— Tags and Warnings: Post 3b Pack, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Canon Typical Violence/Gore. 

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 127k)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Death, Pack Feels, Abduction, Threats of Rape/Non-Con

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 131k)

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Feral!Stiles, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. Fics 2&3 of sterek aren’t majority about Sterek.

THE MANDELA EFFECT [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: this was supposed to be a fanfic of mine in my wattpad account but since i’m such a lazy ass person, i couldn’t continue the story so i decided to just post the what is supposed to be the prologue here.

if you ain’t familiar with the mandela effect, it is the psychological phenomenon in which a person recalls something that did not occur. so in this imagine, the reader is obviously the one who is dealing with the mandela effect.

[Y/E/C – YOUR EYE COLOR]
[Y/S/T – YOUR SKIN TONE]

PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

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Barry was very confused on why there was a girl lying beside him when he woke up. Her arm was on top of his stomach while her face was buried on his neck. He could feel her breath fanning over his skin that it made his cheeks turn slightly red because of how close and comfortable this girl seemed to be.

The last events that occurred yesterday were like a blur for Barry Allen.

After Eobard Thawne had supposedly brought him back to the original timeline where both of his parents were dead, he was welcomed with the news that Joe and Iris weren’t in good nor speaking terms for a reason he was yet to know. Wally then told him that he should just probably go back to his apartment, in which he did, and when he got there, he can specifically remember climbing into bed with no one but himself to occupy it.

So what was this stranger doing here?

With the sudden loud sound of the alarm to break his confusion, Barry jumped that led him to fall down face first on the floor. The girl slowly opened her eyes at the noise and peaked down to see what happened.

“You okay?” she asked before reaching out and pushing the button down that made the alarm clock to stop.

Barry grunted, “Uh, yeah.”

He turned around and finally had a good look at her features.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of y/e/c. She had a y/s/t complexion, a warm smile, and a face that Barry was quickly attracted to that it confused him even more to be with her.

She grinned, noticing his gaze. “Well, aren’t you going to stand up?”

He blushed again, immediately pushing himself and standing up. He took stolen glances at the girl as she too did the same, still confused on who she was and what was she doing here.

“I’m sorry I arrived late yesterday.” she began, “It’s just that I had a lot of papers to work on last night and you know how I am with wanting to get work done easily.”

Barry smiled at her, “It’s okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Really? You’re okay with it? Because I was under the expression you would be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” he asked.

The girl fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I don’t know. You were always so annoyed whenever I worked too much.”

Barry followed her out of the room. “Well, I guess I would.”

She suddenly stopped walking that made him halt. “Barry, are you okay?”

He gulped nervously. “Yes, why?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to be fine after what happened to Henry, but you seem to be … different this morning.” she replied.

Now that made Barry even more curious on who this girl exactly was.

Before he could even respond though, a phone call interrupted their conversation and the stranger quickly got her cellphone from the bedside table. Barry took this an opportunity to take a good look at his surroundings in inhuman speed to get unnoticed.

The first thing that caught his eye was the picture frame, which had a photo of him and the said girl with their bodies close together. The background was undeniably from the precinct, and what made him furrow his eyebrows was how he was looking at her in the picture; full of love and admiration.

He placed the frame down and moved on to the opened envelope beside it, picking up and turning it around to see that it was addressed to a person named Y/N Y/L/N, and he didn’t need to think hard enough to figure out that it was the girl with him inside the room.

Barry went back to his original position and waited until Y/N was finished with her phone call. When she was indeed done, he was still standing by the doorway to wait for her.

She sighed, “It was Singh, he said he needed to see me ASAP.”

“Singh?” Barry couldn’t help but blurt out.

Y/N nodded. “Yup.” she confirmed, walking towards the bathroom now instead of the kitchen.

“You work for Singh?” he repeated again.

“Of course, I do.” she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so lost? You know, Joe told me that little stunt you pulled off last night and I must say that he is not impressed.”

He was speechless then. From the way Y/N has been acting around him, it was obvious that she was something much more to Barry’s life than just someone he knew. Y/N was aware that he was the Flash, she talked to Joe, and she was working for Singh; but the most extraordinary thing about her is that the way she acted towards him was as if she was his girlfriend.

“Bar.” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Are you alright?”

Barry blinked rapidly, “Uh, yeah, I just remembered that I needed to do something, uh, important.” he replied. “Let me just head over to S.T.A.R. Labs. I’ll see you later.”

Before she could say anything, Barry already sped away and was already gone, determined to know what other changes did this brand new timeline offered him.