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anonymous asked:

Read your tags, and the dangerous mission first kiss one sounds damn good I'm up for an essay honestly

*rubs hands together* i really hope you knew that i meant essay when i said essay (aka, more proof that you should never ask me about these two) 

i listened to this 

  • the war may be over, but it’s practically impossible for a demigod to go months without being thrown into some dangerous quest and with percy, annabeth, jason, etc. busy, all heads turn to nico di angelo
  • who of course attempts at getting out of it with his incredibly valid doctor note, except even that is not going to convince chiron this time
  • and as he’s packing to leave, will comes by the hades cabin and just stands in the doorway, not really doing anything besides letting his eyes rest on nico, who hasn’t noticed yet
  • maybe he’s drinking in nico—his figure, his movements, his little gestures, perhaps in fear the he won’t return from his mission.
  • when nico does notice, both of them perhaps look at each other a bit too long before will cracks a smile and nico reciprocates before busying himself with packing aka not letting will’s unbelievably blue eyes distract him from this 
  • and then will approaches him and they just do a lot of cute banter that’s light and carefree as if nico might not die today
  • near the end of the packing, there’s a lot of silences and parting lips as if they want to say something to the other but choose against it and instead exchange glances that look so adoring but with these worried undertones
  • eventually, the dreaded moment finally comes after they walk back together
  • it’s kind of awkward and neither of them know why. maybe it’s cause will has these words that are in his throat that he’s desperate to confess but instead he just swallows them down. maybe it’s cause nico is more fidgety than normal and his lips keep getting dry
  • if it’s going to be the last time will sees him, then his heart insists on embracing the smaller boy and getting used to his figure and warmth all too fast. except he knows nico really hates physical contact, and he isn’t sure what they are exactly
  • little does he know that nico really wishes he could bury his face in will’s neck as well
  • but they both settle instead on a few closure comments with half-hearted smiles and pursed lips and nods before nico turns away with a sole backpack slung over his shoulder and his iron sword securely around his waist
  • and as nico’s figure fades, the panic settles like a fire and it sinks in low until will feels sick to his stomach at the thought of nico getting hurt or even worse-–dying.
  • but he waves that thought away because that is the last thing that he needs to dwell on, and instead he walks back to the infirmary, perhaps shaking a bit, and finds excuses to stay there
  • will takes on all the patients at every given opportunity, leaving his siblings worried but unable to do much about it because will is far too stubborn when he’s nervous
  • and when there’s nobody left to heal anymore, he takes out his medical tools and organizes them all and skims over each book on his shelf but learns nothing because there are thoughts that are racing across his mind
  • will he be okay? will he be strong enough? will he shadow travel himself too much? will he know how to deal with injuries if he’s alone? 
  • and then he hates himself, because he might never see nico again and he didn’t have the guts to even tell him how he felt. 
  • in the process, will falls asleep with his face pressed against his arm and an open medical book on the desk. (kayla and austin have to drag his half-conscious ass to the apollo cabin when they find him) 
  • nico, on the other hand, is doing a bit better since he’s kind of distracted with trying to stay alive, even if he hadn’t seen much of anything for the past few days
  • he finds his target’s general location and when he gets sleepy, he decides to camp it out in the natural veil of a forest
  • nico ests his head on the back of a tree and closes his eyes, sighing.
  • the first image that comes to his mind is the sun kissed mop of blonde hair. it glimmers in the sunlight, and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory but the simple sight of it is comforting
  • eyes still closed, he can almost touch will’s tan skin and gaze into the never ending blueness of his eyes that darken like layers of the ocean. he can feel the presence of will, just the gentle and honest warmth and kindness that seems to circulate around
  • (it’s an easing thought to nico, especially in the dark of night with grumbling clouds above and the wetness of the dirt from an earlier rainfall)
  • just as he feels himself drift off to sleep to will’s voice, a simple creak makes his eyes snap open, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts
  • nico surveys the forest, grasping at his sword and holding his breath until the monster lunges from the trees and suddenly nico feels his entire body being crushed, the metallic taste of blood instantly trailing across his lips and all the air in his lungs being squeezed out of him
  • he can’t see well, but his grip on his sword is strong and with a jumble of movement, he’s able to roll free from the monster’s grip and stand on his own two feet, immediately going for a direct slash
  • everything is a blur to him but the groans of the dying creature are enough for him to confirm that he’s done his job before he falls unconscious 
  • will, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a thing from nico in a week by now. he keeps going to chiron, asking him if anyone has heard of him and his heart sinks every time chiron denies it
  • he’s tried his hardest to keep his chin up and act normal, but eventually kayla and austin see his condition and force him to get some rest at the cabin
  • in the silence of the cabin, will realizes that rest is the last thing he needs because it makes his thoughts wander and so he sits up on the bed and takes in a deep breath before considering his situation
  • it’s been a week and he hasn’t given any notice that he’s okay. 
  • will imagines a pretty horrible scene in his head of nico and that’s enough to jog memories of nico’s laughter and smile and he realizes how much he misses that
  • so he takes his pillow and he buries his head in that and lets his worry channel through his tears, and it isn’t long before his tears become more like sobs as he whispers things out to nico
  • please be okay. i can’t do this anymore. please let us know. please be alive. please be okay.
  • nico wakes up in a daze. the first thing he notices is that he’s alive and actually breathing despite the sore throbbing of pain that’s pulsing in his ribs. 
  • there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth and his vision is a blur for a few seconds before it becomes a bit too hard to breath correctly with his face stuffed in dirt
  • so nico tries to sit up a few times and fails before finally balancing himself on trembling legs and looks at the creature long dead before him, the knash in it’s abdomen prominent
  • nico puts a hand over his ribs, wincing at the pain and realizes that a certain son of apollo will be furious at him when he returns
  • the thought of will makes his throat tighten and he wonders how long it’s been since he last notified the camp
  • he’s worried sick about how worried will might be, and he trudges to camp, fighting his urges to shadow travel and get it over with because he knows that if he even tries, he’ll be dead in seconds
  • but eventually, he goes through camp half blood’s entrance and a few faces turn to aid him but he waves them off, insisting that he’s fine.
  • of course, he can’t have them worrying now. he needs to get to will. he doesn’t care what happens to him afterwards. 
  • the thought scares him, but that’s the last thing on nico’s mind at the moment.
  • so he limps along the path to the infirmary, getting more numb to the pain along the way and his heart swells when he see’s that blonde hair glistening in the distance
  • will is sitting down on the steps of the infirmary, and nico notices that his eyes are stubbornly focused on nothing in particular, and for will that means he’s thinking deeply about something
  • the simplicity of that is enough to make those familiar skeletal butterflies flutter across his stomach and there’s a sudden bundle of energy that bursts in his chest
  • he keeps watching the peacefulness of the sight and wants to, forever.
  • “hey” is the only thing that nico can choke out with a pathetically wide smile plastered across his face
  • will’s head shoots up to that voice that he’s been wanting to hear for such a long time now, and tears instantly prick at the corners of his eyes when he see’s nico, in all his torn and scratched up glory
  • he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s okay. he’s alive.
  • those are the only thoughts that are in will’s head at the moment, and he doesn’t know what to do with the sudden ball of happiness and relief in himself besides running up to nico and collecting him instantly in his arms.
  • will lets his head fall into nico’s neck, and he could care less that the smaller boy can feel the wetness of his tears. nico only lets out a light laugh that hurts a bit and he tangles his fingers into will’s hair, breathing in his scent.
  • will’s holding him a bit too tight, his fingers grasping at the fabric of nico’s jacket and he doesn’t want to ease up—he’s too afraid that nico will disappear if he lets go.
  • they part, both unwillingly, but before nico can speak, will captures his lips in a kiss with his own. nico’s lips are slightly cold and chapped, but will couldn’t care less because they’re his
  • nico, on the other hand, offered no hesitation and instead melted into will’s arms further feeling his heart swell with a sense of deliverance.
  • he couldn’t think of anything besides how warm will’s lips were and the taste of coffee that came with them.
  • for a few moments, they stay that away until both boys part and realize that they’ve actually kissed—which is huge considering they were pining nerds who couldn’t even brush hands without turning into every shade of red
  • and of course, they proceed to turn every shade of red when the realization kicks in, but it fades away as quickly as it comes because nico’s alive.
  • forehead touch!
  • …and then they kind of realize that nico has a pair of very possibly broken ribs and that he’s kind of slowly dying and now will is red, panicking and angry at him for every reason on the planet
  • nico couldn’t be happier

i am half asleep and this is such crap but i couldn’t stop myself after i started and it’s really long and im sorry and should i put this under a read more tag??

(also thank you for being a cute and reading my tags!!)

anonymous asked:

Okay but Consider This: Lance....... loving himself................... and actually feeling like he's good enough.... like he really does deserve to be part of this team...... Yiss

now this is a concept i can get behind,,
imagine: Lance being happy and secure in his role as a fundamental part of Voltron. He knows no one wants him gone and that he’s an exceptional asset to the team, besides being a delight to be around, also because all of his friends keep telling him in backhanded compliments and praises. “Nice shot,” Keith calls into the comms, and Lance can feel the smile in his words as the others whoop in agreement. He grins and pumps his fist in the air, dodging another ship coming his way only to turn back and bullseye it with an ice ray. In the castle hangar, Shiro pats his shoulder amicably and says “Good job out there, Lance” to which he replies with a snarky one liner on the gist of “I kinda missed the smell of galra’s kicked butts.” Everyone laughs genuinely, and Lance is still grinning as he takes a long, hot shower, humming some indistinguishable pop song to himself under the spray.

He still misses home, but the hollowness it leaves in his ribcage is filled with weird altean game nights and the feeling of belonging to a new mismatched family. They’re doing this together, for better or worse. And when they’ll have saved the universe and come back to earth, he’ll have cool scars and amazing stories to tell. Maybe he’ll write a book and they’ll get an apartment all together, maybe he’ll be able to tell his mom that he’s fallen for an unruly boy with a mullet and a heart of gold, that they want to get a dog and adopt children. He’ll bring alien stuff to his nephews only to see their eyes light up in awe, their little faces rapt in wonder as he recounts the tale of the salvation of humanity and everything beyond. He’ll tell them that he was there, with the bravest companions he could ever desire, and they fought back to back by the skin of their teeth against a tyrant with a will as strong as steel. He’ll tell them how he saw cities crumble and raise from the ashes, a testimony of just how strenuous is the instinct in all living beings to keep fighting for good. He’ll tell them, at last, how the light will always shine brighter in the darkness, and that there is always hope for a better future.

There are a lot of things that he didn’t know at first, and even more that he still doesn’t. The road is long, and bumpy, but he’s ready to learn, and see where it takes him.

That night, as he laughs at something Hunk said, Keith entwines their fingers under the table and squeezes gently. One thing, he definitely knows. Lance squeezes back, and knows that they’ll be okay.

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for writing something really cute and sweet? :3 How about the boy band reacting to receiving an awkward love letter from a really shy and socially inept reader?

I have always loved the love letter thing, yet never got one. Maybe due to the fact no one can win this heart, unless you have food, lol. Write me a love letter on a cake!

~~~~~

I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you in person, so I figured that a letter would be much better. Now I’m not the type that’s good a writing poems or sonnets or anything like that. I just think you’re a really nice guy and I would love LIKE to get you know you much better.

Yet because I’m too afraid to tell you what I’m feeling, and I don’t know how to start, but I’m just a coward who’s so afraid that you might break my heart. I wish this were easier to do, and maybe one day I can tell you face to face, but for now I hope this letter will do.

I adore you.

~~~~~

Noctis

Being the Prince of the Lucian people, Noctis was use to getting his fair share of love letters and gifts from many of men and women alike. Yet nearly all of them were more ego stroking to both himself and those who were attempting to woo him, the Prince never acted on it.

Until now, this letter was something different, the style of writing, the stroke of the pen, and the fact that it was delivered to his apartment. Whomever this was, knew of the Prince’s home address or of someone who knew of his home address, Ignis, Gladiolus or Prompto. Yet he knew none of them would give it away, yet still this wasn’t any of their handwriting, and the fanit scent of perfume was on the paper.

None of them would go this far!

So Noctis pocketed the letter forget all about it, as he scratched at his neck. Looking to the clock as he realized that he had another few hours before the others arrived for a video game night.

A knock came at the door, as the Prince rolled from the bed, hearing the door open meaning that Ignis must have been with them. He was tempted to have them drag him out of bed, or even set up game night in his room, when he heard someone walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I bet he’s still in bed.” Prompto laughed.

“Is it okay, that we’re just walking around his house?”

Noctis perked up at that, he had forgotten that he had invited you over. An intern at the palace who had grown rather close to Prompto and Gladiolus so in connection himself as well.

“It’s fine!” Prompto called slamming open the door, “Wake up Noct! Y/N got that new horror game! OMG what’s wrong with your face?”

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Steve wakes alone. Again. He sighs and rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and hating how cold the other side of the bed feels. He had hoped when he went to bed the night before that maybe Danny would come around, that he had calmed down and Steve wouldn’t have to wake up to an empty bed. He should have never got his hopes up.

It’s all his fault. If he had just told everyone that they were dating like Danny had asked him to he wouldn’t be left wondering if he still even had a relationship to be worried about. Instead, he let his fear get the better of him and denied he was dating anyone right in front of Danny just so some random waitress wouldn’t know he was gay. He feels like punching himself for his own stupidity.

His phone rings before he can sink any further into his self-loathing and he crawls out of bed as Duke tells him about a new crew of drug smugglers that HPD just got wind of.


He leaves a bag of malasadas on Danny’s desk and waits for him to come in, watching out of the corner of his eye as Danny walks into his office and pushes the bag out of the way. At least he didn’t throw them away today, so that’s progress.

“We got a case,“ he says, knocking quietly on Danny’s still open door.

“I’ll be right there,“ Danny tells him but he still won’t look at Steve.

“Danny-” he starts. He knows that he needs to say something, that he needs to at least try and apologize, but he can’t get the words out. He doesn’t know how to start to apologize for denying everything that they have together. In the end, he doesn’t get the change because Danny cuts him off, brusquely saying “I’ll be out in a minute, Steven.”

It takes three long days but finally they track down their smugglers. He and Danny still haven’t talked but between the long nights running leads and the early mornings where Steve has nothing to do but realize how lonely he is without Danny, they haven’t had any time to themselves. He makes a promise to himself that as soon as this case is over he’s going to talk to Danny and do whatever it takes to make things right.

When they find their smugglers packing a new shipment of drugs on the docks he’s eager to start the takedown. SWAT follows his lead, Danny still right by his side even though he still refuses to speak to him, and Steve’s barely through the door when the gunfire starts. He takes cover behind a forklift, seeing Danny and one of the SWAT guys dive behind a stack of crates. The rest of the SWAT team retreats and regroups outside the doorway, waiting for a lull in the shooting to try their entry again.

He shoots at the smugglers, giving the SWAT team enough cover fire to make their way into the warehouse. He’s forced to duck down when the smugglers reload and start shooting again, but he hears at least one guy go down and a couple others start running away. Chin, Kono, and Lou should be around the back, cutting off their only other exit to the building.

He’s reloading when he sees someone climbing up onto the gangway above the warehouse floor. The higher vantage would make them all sitting ducks and he’s moving on instinct, climbing up the ladder after the guy and praying that he doesn’t get shot in the process. As soon as his feet hit the walkway he’s running, bringing the guy down in a full body tackle before he can get a shot off. The guy struggles and manages to hit him in the face with the butt of his gun, more by luck than actual intent, but he’s no match for Steve’s training and the resulting fight is quick and easy.

He disables the gun and zip ties the guy to one of the railings before making his way back down the ladder. He has to wipe blood out of his eyes on the way down, the hit may have been a lucky shot but it still did some damage, and no sooner have his feet touched the ground than Danny’s in front of him.

“Come on,“ Danny growls at him, grabbing by the arm in a bruising grip and dragging him out of the building. There’s a couple ambulances waiting just outside and Danny forces him to sit on one of the bumpers, ordering him to stay. A few seconds later, he returns with a wet towel and a bandage and starts wiping away the blood from his face.

Steve’s not sure how he manages, but somehow Danny gets his wound cleaned up and covered without actually looking at him. It’s killing him that this is the most intimate Danny’s been with him for almost two weeks. “Danny,“ he whispers, not caring how desperate he sounds. He’s tired, and he aches, and he just wants Danny to talk to him.

He reaches out, grabbing Danny around the waist and pulling him closer. Danny stiffens, but he doesn’t resist so Steve keeps pulling him close until he can wrap his arms around Danny’s waist and press his forehead into Danny’s bullet proof vest, just above his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice cracking, and he surprises himself with how broken he sounds.

“People will see,“ he hears Danny says coldly like he’s daring Steve to pull away.

“I don’t care,” he admits and is surprised to find that it’s the truth. What does it matter what people think about him when the only person who’s opinion he cares about is Danny’s? He was so stupid to fall into those old habits of constantly denying who he was. Now, seeing the consequences of that, seeing how alone he is without Danny in his life, in his home, he can’t bear to lie any longer. He’ll shout it from the rooftops if he has to, anything to make Danny happy again.

He dares to look up and sees Danny staring down at him softly, his blue eyes full of relief. There’s a smile starting to pull at the corner of Danny’s mouth and Steve can feel the tension leave Danny’s body as he accepts Steve’s words as the truth. Danny’s so close that Steve can see the faint freckles spattered just under his eyes and he can’t resist. He reaches up and pulls Danny into a kiss, right there in front of the team, SWAT, HPD and their perps and for the first time he doesn’t give a second thought to what their reactions will be.

“You still have a lot of making up to do,” Danny says, breaking the kiss but not bothering to move away.

“I look forward to it,” Steve says and kisses Danny again.

HL fic rec from recently read fics:

Atlas At Last

rivers ‘til I reach you (fantastic smut, people)

got the sunshine on my shoulders

The Oldest Magic Word

Show Me How The Fire Works

The Melody You Never Heard

Paint Me In A Million Dreams (a WIP but you’ve got to)

be with you day and night 

csgr  asked:

Hell I can't wait for a new fic come out. I just feel like I've read every possible bughead story on tumblr 😂. (maybe you could recommend some good ones..?) I'm still trying to cope with the end of the season... ☹️ All the love to you 💕 *goes and puts on believer on max volume*

Thanks, love! I know exactly what you mean, I can’t believe we’ve barely made it through one weekend and we’re like… now what.

For fics, anything by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend, @betsforsythetrash, @peacelovebughead, @juggieheadcoopers, @lusterrdust, @gellbellshead, @bugheadotp and @bughead4days is wonderful, go raid their tags! 

And then if you wanna check out some others on AO3, ones I have bookmarked currently are:

I’ll Wait for You by @a-girl-named-whiskey

Chiaroscuro by @formergirlwonder

Lost and Found by @lusterrdust

The Stacks by @malmo722

Do You Believe in Fate by @jennimisk

Fall in Light by sylwrites

They are all so incredibly wonderful and I’m so excited when each and every one is updated, all these writers are insanely talented and just making our ship ten times better with every word they share!

(also @jandjsalmon is the best at fic recs so check her out!)

I know I’m not your only, but at least I’m one…
—  Ariana Grande, Just A Little Bit of Your Heart, written by Harry Styles

anonymous asked:

hey taha, a while ago you made a post looking for new harry blogs and I was wondering if you have found any good ones? I'm already following a lot of popular harry blogs but I'm always looking for new faces.

Hi anon! I totally relate to always looking for new Harries kdsf, so here are some blogs I see on my dash regularly: 

@lostjams, @hughaz, @rosyharry, @dimpledharry, @styles2017, @harrysalbums, @harryispink, @harryokay, @stylexharry, @hazstylestrash, @theepinkalbum, @matilda-breeze, @tigerthightat, @harryingrey, @johnlennon-harrystyles, @shadeharry, @seriousactorharry, @thighstattoo, @harrystylesalbum, @harrysbankaccount, @hadaharry, @savage-styles, @violinistharry, @rideshotgun, @thedebutsingle, @fairylightsstyles

@timeofthesigns, @styloff, @raconteurwitch, @hazzwatch, @vinoharry, @stylesrecord, @harryonradio1, @harrysolomusic, @snlgryles, @theharrystyleseffect, @harryslovelylocks, @helladonut, @dinobraidsharry, @harryshippudge, @stockholmsstyles, @hardystyls, @harrysimpact, @harrysmeadow, @gottabestyles, @harrycherub, @harryistyles, @harktheharold, @robotharru, @17blk, @cheshirepuddin, @awharrys, @greeneyesharry, @cloudharry

@bunskirk, @greeneyesharry, @thereignofsoloharry, @warriormum, @ifheartscouldfly, @aintreallygood, @alienproof, @24kharryy, @vevhoeharry, @growgardens, @stylesinthewild, @glossharry, @harrystylesgotmefuckedup, @harryhasahuge, @harryhateblog, @lithographarry, @harrythesun, @deepseaharry, @daintyharru, @harrzan, @horsensharry, @dichotomyofideas, @harryisiconic, @harrsys, @harrysvoice, @divineharry