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Those Four Words

Summary: “You absolute fucking prick.”

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention

A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester@insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.

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Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.

(He gets his wish).

“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical London downpour.

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home sweet home; andreil
  • I can’t help but think a lot about Neil and Andrew just doing domestic, mundane, couple things.
  • Neil and Andrew at the grocery store. Neil noticing Andrew’s stocking up on all the sugary foods and beverages he can get his hands on, so he wanders off to the veggies and health food aisles to make sure Andrew balances his diet. “No more ice cream breakfasts, okay?” Neil says, when Andrew just shoots him a blank stare, Neil shrugs. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just trying to keep your inevitable risk of diabetes at bay.” Andrew barely blinks. “You’re diabetes,” he mumbles. At this, Neil breaks into a small, slightly teasing smile, “Besides, I want you to cook for me.” “And I want you to shut up,” Andrew replies, dryly. “I guess neither of us are going to get what we want.” Despite this, slowly, steadily, Andrew does start improving his eating habits, and when he realizes that Neil is a disaster with an electric lighter after he almost burns down their kitchen twice, Andrew begins cooking for him on the regular. Neil always ends up staring at him while he cooks, and Andrew pretends like it doesn’t affect him, like it doesn’t make him hyperaware of his every move. Bee suggests new recipes to him every weekend, and Andrew begins to cook so surprisingly often that Neil would never dare say it aloud, but he swears that Andrew might actually be enjoying it.
  • Neil gives Andrew a shoulder massage on the really bad days and distracts his mind with talks of the latest additions to the Fox lineup and how he thinks they need to up their game if they want to succeed. This is new. This feels new. Andrew is not used to this sort of thing and has trouble at first, tensing up against Neil’s touch almost immediately, and so Neil knows to be extra careful. This is alien territory for both of them because Neil has never known how to be gentle and Andrew has never known gentleness, but it turns out that Neil’s really good with his hands. Eventually, Andrew leans his head back against Neil’s stomach as he kneads the tension out of his muscles and just lets go. It’s difficult at first, because the last time Andrew allowed himself to be this defenseless, this bodily loose and relaxed… No. This was different. This was Neil. Neil would cross himself out a thousand times over at even the mere idea of hurting him. He was okay. He was… He was safe. After giving him a massage, Neil leans in to kiss Andrew’s neck, but before he has the chance, Andrew’s already flipped him over and straddling him, “Yes or no?” he mumbles gruffly, but Neil’s already choking out a hoarse, breathless fuck yes as Andrew runs his hands up his arms and entwines their fingers before entrapping him under his body with a vehement, sealing kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath. 
  • Andrew falling ill with the flu and insisting that he doesn’t get sick, even as he’s coughing up his lungs and running a high fever. Neil doesn’t buy into his bullshit for one second and insists on dragging him to the doctor’s office. That’s when Andrew quietly admits his loathing of doctors, stemming from a general distrust of society and never having been to one before. Whenever he got sick before, he would just take care of it on his own. And then he had Abby. Neil insists that despite Abby’s qualifications, Andrew needed to go see a real doctor. Neil successfully wears him down and they end up visiting the doctor together. In the waiting room, Andrew is crushing Neil’s hand so tight Neil knows it’s going to leave a bruise. Neil doesn’t care. He managed to convince Andrew to make the trip. That’s all that matters.
  • Whenever the Foxes come to visit them, Andrew cleans out the entire house. Makes sure every surface is scrubbed and not a thing is out of place. He makes them all take their shoes off at the doorstep and warns Nicky he’ll make him bleed if he hoists his legs up on the recently polished coffee table.
  • Andrew and Neil working out together, and Neil once again, being flabbergasted by just how much weight this boy can lift. It feels like some strange metaphor for all of Neil’s baggage he took at face value and handled like a rock. “You’re staring again,” Andrew points out, sitting there in a muscle t-shirt, his skin slick with sweat, his blond tufts pulled back by a thin black bandana, performing a 180kg deadlift like it’s practically nothing. “Yeah,” Neil manages. “Get used to it already.”
  • The two of them getting away for the weekend from everyone and everything. Driving, driving, halting at terribly lit gas stations in the middle of nowhere to buy cigarettes and soda, star-gazing on the roof of the Maserati, Andrew knowing every constellation by heart, Neil gaping at him in quiet, captivated awe. The two of them falling asleep in dingy motel rooms after making messy love. The comfort in the little things and just purely enjoying one another’s existence, one another’s presence. Neil’s head on Andrew’s shoulder, Andrew pressing a kiss to the pulse point of Neil’s throat, Neil fiddling with Andrew’s hair, Andrew shivering when Neil bites promises into his neck, Andrew’s hands underneath Neil’s shirt, killing his scars with his kisses.
  • Listen I could go on forever but I need to STOP.
Under the Table Favours

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2k


Originally posted by sensualkisses

Hogsmeade was quiet this afternoon, an ideal spot to squeeze in a bit of study with your best friend. You had secured a booth in the back of The Three Broomsticks, where you knew no one would bother you. Remus gave you a light smile as he placed down the two large mugs of hot cocoa, overflowing with already-melting marshmallows.

“Look who’s here.” You pointed out Sirius and James as they shared some Butterbeer together by the window. You took a long sip from the delicious drink as you watched Remus wave to his friends, you doing the same.

Remus turned back to face you, his smile widening as he let out an amused chortle.

“What?” You frowned. “Something on my face?” You wiped around your mouth, just barely missing the marshmallow fluff that had stuck to your upper lip.

“Here.” Remus said, easily snatching up the contents with his thumb. He held it out for you, and watched as you put your mouth over his finger. Remus’ heart began to hammer in his chest at the sight; your lips perfectly puckered around his thumb, humming contently as you sucked the morsel from his skin. His breath hitched as your eyes fluttered back open, leaving him with your sweet smile and a wettened thumb.

“Thanks.” You grinned innocently, lifting your mug back up to your lips. You quickly finished the warm beverage, already standing to get another. “I’ll be back.”

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lurkeymclurker  asked:

What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?

Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.


Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.

Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)

She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.” 

She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”

Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”

The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.

Mothma drew her hand away. 

He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.

“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone. 

Cassian went back to sleep.


(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—

But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—

I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…

Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.

When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)


Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water. 

It was quiet.

He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.

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Anyone interested in a Hanahaki Disease AU?

So Hanahaki Disease is a fictional illness where unrequited love triggers flowers to start blooming inside a person’s lungs until they suffocate. If the illness is caught early enough before the flowers begin blooming, the person can take medication to stop the buds from doing any damage. Once the flowers start blooming in the second stage, your only hope is to have them removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned an the flowers wither and die.

So the story begins when Lance realizes that he’s in love with Keith.
He’s really happy and thinks he has a good chance of the feelings being requited because they’ve been friends since high school and, come on, Lance is a catch.

Then Keith begins dating someone from their university. Depression hits Lance hard, but he keeps up a mask in front of everyone and no one suspects a thing is wrong.

Then comes the faithful night that Lance wakes up in a violent coughing fit that just wont stop. Once his lungs decide to work properly again, he’s shocked to find small petals in the palm of his hand.

Que the panic.

Ok, so while Hanahaki is the only illness to involve choking on flowers, He doesn’t really know the fundamentals of it. So he turns to the trusty Google and finds out that he’s in the second stage of Hanahaki. He can’t take the pills that stop the flowers from blooming like in the first stage and his only option to get rid of them is surgery.

But the surgery would make him forget Keith and maybe even make him Aromantic like a few survivors say they become after the surgery. And look, the thing is, that sounds horrible. Keith is more then his first love and first heart break, he’s one of Lance’s best friends and he makes Lance happy, even when he doesn’t love him back.

So Lance decides Not to do the surgery and make the most of the time he’s got left. He doesn’t tell anyone because he knew it would lead to them convincing him that the surgery was for the best. He spends time with his friends and family and makes sure everyone knows how much he loves them all.

He plans to confess to Keith so he doesn’t have any regrets and makes sure Keith knows that it’s his choice to die loving him versus living without remembering him.

But then a really bad coughing fit starts up and won’t stop. He begins gagging on petals and its getting harder to breath. Panic begins to set when his vision gets blurry and he starts shouting for help. He hears Hunk shouting. Then he hacks up a blood soaked flower before passing out.

He wakes up in the hospital.

Shiro is sitting at his bedside and explains that Hunk found Lance and brought him to the hospital before calling the others and how lucky he is that the doctors were able to remove all the flowers with emergency surgery. Shiro asks why he didn’t tell anyone he was sick and they have a heart to heart. After that, Shiro leaves to find a doctor and call the rest of the gang. “Keith’s gonna be so mad. This is the first time he’s left your side since you got out of surgery.”

Shiro left the room before Lance could ask who ‘Keith’ was.

(Part 2)


A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

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Imagine Daryl being protective of you because of how clumsy you are and getting worried when he doesn't find you

(Soooo yay for some DARYL FLUFF :D Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) I tried my best to come up with the rest of a plot so hope it isn’t too bad xD Gif not mine/found it on google/Credit to the original owners.)

It was early morning and you were already up, preparing yourself to go on a run. It wasn’t something common for you but today you just had to.

It was Daryl’s birthday and you had to get something to prepare a little surprise for him. He deserved it you thought.

From the day, he met you he had been keeping you safe and much more than the others in the group, you could tell. He was always going out of his way to keep you close, standing in front of you to keep walkers away and such, you just had to repay him somehow.

Not to mention, that he admitted to you to never really having had any sort of celebration for his birthday, just made you want to do it for him even more.

Carefully preparing your bag, you finally finished and made sure to quietly step out the house, so the others wouldn’t know, especially the birthday boy.

The sun was out and you could tell it was going to be a rather beautiful day and you couldn’t have hoped for any better. With a smile, you asked for the gate to be open and were finally on your way to the nearest town to prepare the celebrations.


Feeling like something was off, Daryl tossed and turned in his bed. Eventually, he gave up on sleep but as he opened his eyes the sun blinded him through the window, making him realize how he must’ve slept in.

He quickly got dressed for the day but while doing so, he just couldn’t brush the uncomfortable feeling away from him. He quickly stepped out of his room and instantly noticed your door still closed.

It wasn’t odd for you to still be asleep at this hour, he thought and smiled to himself as he leaned against his door. Carefully, he closed his door and just thought of going into your room to surprise you.

He tiptoed his way to your door and held onto the doorknob, slowly turning it before opening it wide. He wanted to scream at you and laugh but you weren’t there.

Your bed was empty. His eyes widened slightly, thinking to himself the countless of times your door would be left open the moment you stepped out of the room and how this wasn’t in your habit.

He quickly rushed down the stairs to check if you were anywhere in the house and soon enough started to call to you. However, nothing. Pacing to the front door, he quickly opened it and took notice of everyone around.

Among them, you were nowhere to be found. Stepping down the stairs, he looked around for you and tried to subtly hide his worry about you.

He could feel his heart racing nervously and started to struggle hiding his feelings. Bumping into Rick, he jumped and felt the other man gripping his arm.

“Daryl?! Y-You okay?!” he asked him.

He looked at Rick trying to reassure him, nodding and shrugging, not wanting to alarm the others around who might pass.

“Y-Yeah i’m fine…Why?”

Rick chuckled at those words and shook his head in disbelief.

“Because you don’t look like it…Come on what’s wrong?”

Shifting his gaze around, he knew he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore and told him in a lower voice of his worries.

“It’s Y/N…She ain’t in her room or the house…I got worried and i’m looking for all over but still nothing…”

At that Rick chuckled and just felt like he should’ve realized the obvious. Since he came across you, there wasn’t a time when Daryl couldn’t be seen right next to you and keeping you company.


From the way you were, it wasn’t hard to want to stay by your side and literally keep you safe. You were probably the clumsiest person he and Daryl have ever met.

You could be doing the simplest task in the world, like getting yourself a cup of water yet somehow you’d manage to come back with a few bruises that you had no idea of. At times, he wondered as to how you even got this far, as even your personality was far too bright and trusting of others for people to not just take advantage of you.

Nonetheless, luckily for you, you stumbled upon them out of all people and have since been in their protection. Everyone had a habit of keeping their eyes out for you, from pulling you out of the way from bumping into tree branches to putting the safety on your gun to just making sure you weren’t pointing the gun towards yourself when you’d talk to them, basically anything they were always there for you.

Your clumsiness was even worst than that of Eugene, he had thought and was just glad that Daryl even went the extra mile to even stay literally as close as he could to you. Having witnessed all of that, hearing news of you not being anywhere to be found, he started to worry and look around as well.


Rubbing his chin, he continued, “Man I ain’t gonna lie it’s kinda scary to not see her…What if she trapped herself somewhere…or worst got herself stuck in something…”

Rick nodded along and patted Daryl’s shoulder to beckon him to follow.

“Well if she’s not here, then come on let’s go ask the others if they’ve seen her…”

Daryl followed along and the two continued their search for you, asking the others if they’ve seen you. Meanwhile, you were practically having the time of your life scavenging around an abandoned town.

You found a few things to make for a celebration and were already at the task to him a gift. You cursed yourself for your procrastination on not doing so earlier in the week and just had to deal with quickly finding something and then having to sneak back in.

Looking around the store, you then got angry at yourself again, for not having even asked him as to what he might like, making you sigh and just keep walking around until you’d find something interesting.


After having talked to nearly everyone, Daryl got pissed and just felt his heart dropping. He couldn’t ever stand the thought of you even deciding to leave on your own, making him come to his own conclusion that someone might’ve take you away or something.

He growled and just wanted to punch a wall or something after everyone denied seeing you. Rick tried his best to comfort him but nothing would seem to calm down.

Coming across the last few people, Daryl marched over to them by the gate and they could tell he was actually ready to go out and look for you.

Not even bothering to excuse himself, he simply yelled at, “Hey! Did any of you see Y/N?!”

“Yeah…I opened the gate for her this morning…”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind him, his rage made him turn around and already run over to tackle, none other than Tobin.

He had him pinned against the gate and was already yelling at the top of his lung at the other man and getting in his face.

“Are you fucking shitting me now?! The hell were you thinking?! Don’t you have a brain to think?!”

All choked up, he couldn’t answer him properly and had to wait until Rick pulled Daryl off of him.

Confused about the situation, he answered simply in between cough. “I-I just did as she asked me too…”

“I swear if anything happens to her…She comes back with a flu, a cough, a single scratch on her, even a missing strand of her hair…Anything! i’ll make you regret ever opening that damn gate for her!”

Daryl’s sense of protectiveness and anger had just come out in that moment. He couldn’t believe anyone would be even this clueless when it came to your safety and didn’t want to let go of it so easily.

He tried his best to fight and get away from Rick’s grasp.Trying to calm him down, Rick told him, “Alright…It’s alright…We’ll just go out and find her!”

He grunted and got out of his grasp, ready to go march over to get his crossbow, all while glaring at the culprit.


As he took a few steps away, a sudden shriek of struggle and loud thump could be heard against the walls. Instantly, Rick pulled out his gun while Daryl instantly rushed to open the gate.

From the simple tone of voice, he knew it was you. Slamming the gate open, he stepped out and called out to you, looking around to see as to where you were.

Instantly, you giggled to see his worried shake of head and called to him.

“Daryl! Up here! Look, i’m almost completely up the fence!”

He finally looked your way and could nearly feel his heart jump out of his chest. You were completely disheveled and he could only imagine the struggle you must’ve encountered. Joining him, Rick felt the same and pushed Daryl towards where you were hanging upon the gate.

As they both walked over closer, you didn’t even noticed or really felt the pain your body was suffering from the slip up you had while trying to climb up the gate and just had to throw a joke at them.

“Hey guys…How’s it hanging, am I right?!”

In a fit of confusion and anger, Daryl could only yell at you in disbelief as to how you could even joke around from so high up.

“What the hell?! You think you’re so funny? You got us all worried here?! How did you even get up there?! Oh god…You stay still! Don’t you move a freaking inch until I get there!”

At that you got scared and stayed quiet until they walked back in to try and pull you up from the inside. You gripped onto the side as much as you could and did as he asked.

Trying to get comfortable, you slipped slightly and let out another shriek. At that, Daryl freaked out even more and backed up to go join you from the outside instead.

Rick tried to get him back but pushing him off, he ran to join you. He couldn’t stand the idea of you hurting yourself after the morning scare you gave him and just couldn’t feel like letting himself down for being so reckless to not keep a closer eye on you.

Surprised to see him back, you panicked and started to scream back down at him.

“D-Daryl?! What are you doing here?! Hurry back up! I-I don’t think i’ll be able to hang on anymore!”

Daryl sighed exasperatedly and was already getting himself ready to catch you if anything were to happen. Loudly, he scolded you and instructed you to let go of the side.

“You idiot, you really think i’ll make it in time back there! Fuck it! Just jump!”

Just the word of “jumping” scared you and truly you weren’t ready for such eventuality.


“Let go! I’ll catch you!”

“No! I-I’m too scared!”

He scoffed at that remark and just started to provoke you while some of the others went to help him and you.

“Scared?! Now you’re scared! You sure didn’t seem like it earlier! Now stop whining and let go!”

Closing your eyes tightly shut, you let go just as asked of you and screamed at the top of your lungs. You were certain to feel a solid ground in a few instant but the moment your body came to a stop, you felt a weight going down with you and realize Daryl had actually caught you.

Instantly feeling his warmth, you wrapped your arms around him. When you opened your eyes again, you smiled and couldn’t be anymore grateful for your friend.

Your smile came back but it didn’t seem the same for Daryl. He glared at you and started to march his way back inside Alexandria. As he saw Tobin, he shook his head and swore to himself he was going to have a few words for him.


Embarrassed by the position you were in his arms, you blushed and stuttered trying to get off of him.

“D-Daryl?! I-I think you can let me down now! I-I’m fine! Let me down!”

He stayed quiet, huffing and puffing out of stress under his breath, walking pass everyone and ignoring them as they tried to go in and help. By then he already had you in the infirmary, alone.

He sat you down carefully and already was starting to inspect you for any bruising you might have gotten. He pulled up your sleeves, lifted up your shirt, checking your arms, stomach and back as much as he can, forgetting completely about your privacy.

When it came to you being bruised or covered in scratches, he couldn’t stand that idea of you being tainted while by his side and just had a manic of making sure you were fine.

Although, you’d laugh it all off whenever you’d find one, his mind was already set on blaming himself for being so reckless that he would always go out of his way to make it all disappear.

You could see the scared look in his eyes and just had to reassure him that you were truly fine.

“D-Daryl! Daryl! I’m fine! I’m ok! It’s ok! You don’t need to keep looking around! I swear!”

Not listening to you, he continued and soon enough he caught glimpse of a little cut and some bruising around. He bit his lip in anger and growled at you.

“Fine? You’re covered in dirt from head to toe! Your jacket is torn and i’m pretty sure that cut was never there in your jeans before! And what about this?! How do you explain this?!”

You looked as to where his eyes were fixed on and squirmed in your seat to get a better look. You chuckled to see it and looked back at him, trying to brush it off.

“Oh it’s nothing! I didn’t even noticed it was there! I probably got this earlier or while I was out, it seems!”

Daryl sighed to hear you and rose up to his feet, searching and scrambling for something to patch you up. As soon as he found a cloth and disinfectant, he walked back and turned you around and was already applying the cloth to clean up.

You winced at the sudden feeling of stinging and he scoffed.

“Nothing? That’s what you call nothing! Even just touching it hurts you! How can you ever say it’s nothing!”

Once again you were cornered by him and had nothing else better to say. He growled under his breath and still continued to carefully clean up your cut.

As he took out the bandage to cover it up, his curiosity got to him and he just had to ask you, “What were you even going out there on your own?!”

Not wanting to ruin the surprise nor knowing what else to say, you stayed quiet and looked away.

“What? Can’t talk all of a sudden…You sure had a mouth when you were out there…Getting me all worried…and you can’t even tell me why…I swear am i going to have to chain you to your goddamn room or what! Tell me?!”

There was hurt in his tone and you just felt bad to not let him know. The more you heard him complain, the worse you felt and just stopped him.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you why…Just promise me to not laugh…”

At that he quieted himself and stare at you intently.

You rose up from your seat and marched over to reach for your bag, trying to find him the gift you got him.

“Well…I remembered how you talked about never having a celebration for your birthday…and I also remembered your actual birthday…”

His eyes widened at the thought of you even remembering such small details about himself and truly couldn’t believe you even cared for him that much. You turned to look at him and hid your gift behind your back, once you found it.

“So…I put one and one together…And left to get some stuff for you…I really wanted to prepare something big…But I was kinda last minute…Cause it’s today, right?”

Looking at you in stunned, he slowly nodded and you continued, scratching your head and trailing down to rub your neck.

“Yeah…well that’s why I left this morning-”

Feeling even more guilty, he looked at you apologetically and solemnly cut you off mid sentence.

“So you risked your life…just to get me something for my birthday…”

You chuckled at those words and rolled your eyes at him, waving a hand to brush it off.

“Well risking me life is big way to put it…”

“Your clothes got torn and you’re all dirty and covered in bruises, that’s looks pretty much like it…”

“I-I’ve looked worse…I just slipped and fell a few times…it wasn’t serious at all…”

Once again, he didn’t seem amused by your nonchalant attitude. You tried your best to cheer him and decided to finally show him what you had gotten.

“But anyways…I just wanted to show you my gratitude for how kind and caring you are towards me…So knowing how much you liked your moonshine…I tried looking for some but couldn’t find any…So I got this fancy bottle instead!”

As you showed him the bottle of cognac, he got up to his feet and approached you. He eyed you up and down, looking at your filthy and torn clothes and messy hair, and just shook his head.

“And for that…You decided to climb up a nearly 10 foot gate to get back in…”

Taken a back and realizing how dumb it was you laughed nervously.

“I-I wanted it to be a surprised…”

From your shy gaze and blushing cheeks, a part of him wanted to laugh as well while another just wanted to grab you in a tight hug just to keep you safe from ever going out again. Thinking about how you must’ve worked hard to just even find that sort of gift for him, he sighed.

He really couldn’t believe how far you risked your own safety to show him a sign of your gratitude towards him and reluctantly took the bottle away from you.

He stared at it for a long while, making you wonder if he really liked it or not. As you were about to ask him, he threw it back onto the couch nearby, making you let out a surprise yelp and try to reach over for it.

He caught a hold of your arm and pulled you closer to him. Looking you in the eyes, his gaze soften before pulling you in a tight embrace.

He tightened his grip around you and made it impossible for you to escape him. Stroking your hair, he tried to calm you down.

“Listen up, you idiot…It’s a really nice thought of you…Remembering my birthday and getting a gift and all…But you don’t ever have to risk yourself like that to thank me…Just promise me that you’ll stay by my side and let me know that you’re safe and sound… That’s enough thanks for me…”

You were speechless at those words and your mind went utterly blank. You could only hug him back and nod quietly into his chest to reassure him that you wouldn’t ever leave on your own without notice.

Feeling you, he finally felt a weight of relief and could breathe easily.

“So is that a promise?”

You nodded again and looked up at him.

“Promise…I won’t try to surprise you with a gift again…”

“That and…”

“And I won’t leave your side without telling…I’ll even start to wear a helmet if you want!”

He laughed at that last comment and patted your head, smiling before pressing his cheek against your hair. His hands trailed back down when suddenly, he felt another tore in your jacket and could swear there was another cut.

Backing away quickly, he turned you around to the side and noticed the little cut he had missed earlier.

“Are you serious? How?”

You shrugged and knew you were about to get another lesson about it and just backed away completely from him. Laughing nervously, you walked backwards towards the couch and tripped slightly before reaching to it.

He flinched to see you stumble and was ready to jump in and catch you. Nonetheless, you to to it in one piece and picked up the bottle he had thrown away.

Looking at him, still smiling, you said, “How about we just drink and forget this ever happen! Let’s just focus on your birthday and not think about me for once!”

To look at you and rolled his eyes. Getting closer, he tussled your hair even more and could only smile at your suggestion, promising himself that he should also keep you happy while at it.

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               “Stupid ghosts and their lack of respect for personal space.” Harry complained as he pulled the invisibility cloak around him tighter. He couldn’t believe how creepy Myrtle was. Her odd crush hadn’t disappeared and that was made painfully obvious during the travesty that was his bath.

                Although, none of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for Cedric.

                “Stupid prefects with their perfect hair and vague clues.” Couldn’t the Hufflepuff had just told him what the clue was? It wasn’t as if he had just told Cedric, ‘Oh, by the way, here’s this roundabout answer to the first task. Take a walk through the forest and mull it over.’ Where was the justice? It was almost like the older boy was trying to make this complicated.

                Harry rushed out of one of the secret passageways and made his way towards the Black lake. He knew it was pretty late but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to figure out this clue anywhere where Myrtle could spy on him. That was an experience he was not willing to repeat.

                The darkness of the night was soothing in ways that he wished his day-to-day life was. The still air and rippling waters of the Black lake were calming and enticing. Harry looked around as he quickly disrobed and stepped into the shallow parts of the lake. It was cold and made him question if this was worth it but the thought of having to go back to Cedric and admit defeat was not an option.

                With a deep breath and a firm resolve, Harry dunked under the water and opened the egg. He dropped it in surprise when instead of the horrible screeching he expected, soft music emitted.

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.

                What did that mean? They can’t sing above the ground? Who can’t? He decided to leave the egg there for a moment as he went back up for air. ‘We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss.’ So, they were thieves too? Material possessions weren’t really important to him. So, he was kind of tempted to tell whoever they were to just keep it and let him pass on. Did that count as a bribe? No one ever really said bribes were cheating, did they?

                The rest of what had been said was lost in his mind so he went back under to hear it again. Only… the egg wasn’t where he had left it.

                Harry tried squinting but it was dark, very dark. He could barely see his own hand in front of him, not to mention his eye sight was horrible to begin with. He craned his head in multiple directions, hoping to see if it had rolled some. A nasty, sinking feeling of dread filled him when the search was becoming futile. Had he lost it? Oh Merlin. It would be just his luck if he had really lost it.

                Just when he was about to give up, a flash of gold had him jumping forward, quickly reaching out for the egg. Before he could get a grasp on the egg, it started to slide amongst the sand and move just out of his reach.

                Harry reluctantly had to go back up for air once more. He barely gave himself enough time to gasp and allow his lungs to refill before he was diving back down. Fortunately, the strength of his dive was right on top of the egg. Unfortunately, someone was already there.

                The shock of another face inches from his own, had Harry’s mouth dropping open in surprise. Which led to an intake of water into his lungs and a spluttering of panic as he choked. His mind barely registered the alarm in the stranger’s eyes as a strong grip pulled him to an equally strong chest. A warm hand lifted him up and placed his own arms around the stranger’s neck.

                An odd noise was the first thing that registered the moment he was out of the water and able to breathe. It took a few breaths before Harry realized that it was the same sound that had been coming from the egg.

                A hard slap to his back had him coughing up water that had gotten lodged in his airways. There was a soft whisper of the same language, it almost sounded like a coo, as if the stranger was trying to calm him down.

                When Harry felt calm enough to look up, his newly regained breath left him in a whoosh at the sight of his savior.

                A boy nearly his own age was staring down at Harry with open curiosity, soft grey eyes with intricate shades were gleaming in the moonlight. Nearly white blonde hair was framed around strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was pale, so pale Harry wondered if he had ever been in the sun before. There was something so ethereal about the boy’s appearance that Harry knew he wasn’t fully human, if human at all.

                “Beautiful.” Harry whispered without meaning to but couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed.

                A sparkling inside those breathtaking eyes let Harry know that the boy must have understood what he was saying.

                There was a slight splash and it was as if everything slotted into place inside his mind. The mermaid on the bathroom window, the voices that can’t sing above the water and the easy way the boy maneuvered the water.

                “You are a mermaid.”

                “You are slow.” At first Harry thought that was a reprimand for his abilities to swim but he realized by the smirk on the boy’s face that it was an insult for his mental abilities.


                The mermaid tilted his head to the side. “That one… confuses me.”

                Harry grinned widely as he shook his head. “What’s your name?” He lifted one hand from the boy’s neck and placed a single finger on his chest, gesturing to him, hoping that would explain things. Belatedly, he realized that he was still being held by the mermaid but neither one of them were quick to move.  

                The response wasn’t in English and had him realizing that it was Mermish. Which he didn’t have a single hope of translating or even repeating.  “Is there something that sounds close, something that I can call you?”


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Part One: Awake

I was super in love with this prompt, and then it tried to kudzu its way out of my hands so that was a thing. So now it’s kind of… divided into 3 parts? Because this thing would’ve never seen the light of day due to me obsessively picking at it and going back instead of moving forward. By chopping it up it’s… somehow a lot easier to move forward. 

This will ideally eventually feature some of my headcanons about the fall of Overwatch, slightly modified to apply better to this particular fic B) Also mildly canon-divergent in regards to Mercy’s position and role in the story/organization, shh, don’t worry I promise I kind of know what I’m doing



“The Iceland labs have gone dark, sir.”

Jack stood slowly from his desk, eyes slowly narrowing as the words sunk in, sent the gears in his head turning.

“What do you mean they’ve gone dark?”

Lab goes quiet, lights out, alarmed yelling, the first round of a firearm cracking into the darkness.

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Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Request Summary: You and Stan don’t really get along, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Author’s Note: I combined two requests because I thought they worked well together!


All of the Loser’s Club sighed and rolled their eyes as they heard you and Stan going at it again. They could all feel the headaches start to come on and Eddie was tempted to shoot himself right there and then.

“Will you s-stop arguing for g-g-God’s sake!” shouted Bill.

“He started it,” you mumbled childishly, pointing at Stan.

“I did not! You’re the one that started it!“ Stan retorted.

“That’s it,” Beverly stated, standing up and brushing off her skirt. “I’m leaving, you two are giving me a headache.”

“What about the ice cream?” You pouted slightly, remembering why you were all here in the first place.

“You can get it yourself,” Ben said, standing up along with the rest of the group.

You and Stan watched as the Losers all walked away together, slightly upset.

“This is your fault,” you said, turning your head towards Stan.

He shook his head, standing up and walking over to his bike. “Whatever you say.”

You watched as he got on the bike and left, feeling upset that your arguing had caused your friends to be mad at you.

You sat, feeling sorry for yourself before saying “fuck it” and deciding to get ice cream by yourself. You didn’t need your friends. Yeah, it would’ve been nice to have them go with you, but whatever.

Hopping on your bike, you began to pedal towards the local ice cream shop.


“Enjoy your ice cream,” the teenager at the counter said, looking extremely bored.

“You too!”

Shaking your head, you thought about how stupid it was to say that. Shrugging it off, you continued to lick at your desert, loving the way it tasted. You walked around the little shopping center, looking at some of the clothes through the windows.

Then you heard what sounded like an animal cry.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked towards the noise as it continuously got louder. You were led to an empty alley where you could see four figures standing above a hurt dog.


The figures turned around and you could feel your face pale at the sight of the Bowers gang. All of their eyes narrowed at the sight of you, but you didn’t care. They were hurting a poor dog for heavens sake!

“What do you want?” Henry spat.

“I want you to leave that poor dog alone,” you replied, taking a brave (and possibly stupid) step forward.

“Mmm, how about no?” You watched as Henry flipped open a switchblade and you immediately lunged forward, attempting to rip it out of his hands.

You were unable to get very far, however, as you felt someone yank the back of your shirt. You felt the collar choke you a bit and coughed as you fell on your butt. Looking up, you saw Patrick and Henry standing above you and you scooted back slightly.

Henry held the switchblade in his hand and took a step forward, pointing it towards you. You backed up into a wall and looked around, trying to find some way to escape. You noticed that the dog was now gone and silently wondered whether or not the dogs life was worth your own.

The two boys took menacing steps forward as the other two stood behind them, smug looks on their faces. Henry leaned in and got extremely close to your face. You closed your eyes as he spoke, hot breath hitting your face.

“Looks like we have a new play thing, boys.”

Henry made a move to a slice you in the arm, only to stop when something hit his head. Peeking out from behind Henry, you saw something you would have never guessed you would see in a million years.

Stanley Fucking Uris.

Defending you.

Your eyes widened as you saw the rocks he held in his hand and watched as he threw some at the boys that stalked towards him.

“Go pick on someone your own size!” He yelled.

Henry stood up from in front of you and started taking steps towards Stan, only to stop when he got pelted with rocks. For a split second, while all four boys were on the ground, Stan motioned at you to get over there and you got up as quickly as possible, running over to him. The two of you began to run like your life depended on it (which it kind of did), hearing Bowers behind you.

Stan pulled you along, dodging past pedestrians and making sharp turns. Eventually, you two stopped behind a store and you huddled together, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Why-“ you were cut off when Stan pressed a hand to your mouth and widened his eyes. Shaking his head frantically, he put a finger to his lips, urging you to be quiet. Doing as he told, you listened as Henry and his friends ran past the place you two had been hiding. As soon as you were sure that they were gone, Stan removed his hand from your mouth and sighed.

“What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes.

“You confronted Bowers and his goons and almost got yourself killed in the process. What was that all about?”

You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, but they were about to murder a fucking animal. I couldn’t let them do that!” You exclaimed. “Plus, why do you care? You always argue with me any-“

You were cut off when Stan smashed his lips onto your own. Your mind had barely processed what was happening before Stan was already pulling away.

“Yeah, I argue with you because I don’t know how else to express my feelings. You’re such an amazing person and I can understand if you don’t like me back, I get it but-“

This time he was cut off when you pressed your lips against his.

“Shut up Stanley.”

He blushed brightly and smiled, hugging you tightly. Smiling, you brought your hands up to his curly hair and twisted some of it around your finger, enjoying the moment.

Pulling away, you two smiled widely at each other.

“But seriously, don’t ever do that again.”

v-0-3  asked:

Keith founds Shiro in the shower in the middle of the night, probably after a nightmare, so he joins him, hugs him and starts to humming a song to calm him.

I MADE IT TOO LONG AGAIN OOPS. This milestone is going to kill me if I can’t get my word counts under control xD

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Keith was a light sleeper, always had been. Even before his dad left, before the foster system got their hands on him, he’d wake up in the middle of the night to the whisper of the wind in the sand. He swore he could hear the reptiles scuttling around in the night when he was a kid, and now, he listened for footsteps.

They all sounded different. Pidge’s were light and hurried, Hunk’s were heavy and deliberate, Lance’s varied from lazy to bouncing, depending on the time.

He never heard Shiro’s footsteps. Keith wasn’t naive enough to think that Shiro didn’t get up and walk around in the middle of the night; he saw the signs of Shiro’s occupation of the training room in the morning, but he never heard the footsteps. Shiro had spent too much time learning to be quiet.

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Vape vs Asthma (Smii7yoz / Krii7y)

Smii7y stepped out of the Uber and stretched, still stiff from his flight, and grabbed his suitcase. He glanced at the house he was dropped off at, noticing only one car sitting in the driveway.
Smii7y nervously walked past the vehicle and up to the front door, not quite knowing who would answer the door. After he knocked on the door, he heard a yell from within.

Then the door swung open.
“You’re late, bitch.”

“At least I don’t look like a bitch.“ Smii7y retorted.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!” Kryoz exclaimed.

Smii7y laughed as he pulled Kryoz into a side bro hug.

“Its good to finally see you again, man.” Smii7y smiled.

“Yeah, I’m glad you could come down!”

“Am I allowed inside or…?”



They stared at each other through the open doorway for a silent minute, Smii7y standing on the porch and Kryoz in the house’s front room.

“Just kidding! Get pranked, bro!”

Kryoz laughed as he lead Smii7y inside.

Smii7y could smell the smoke as soon as he stepped in. It might’ve just his mind playing tricks on him, but Smii7y felt as if his lungs were already seizing up.

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anonymous asked:

Hey hey ♡ I have a little request for you since I fell in love with your writings. How would the RFA, Searan and V react if fem!MC would call them "master" ? I'd love a NSFW version :)

okay so the context for this is basically MC works at a maid cafe and ‘accidentally’ says that to them 

also NSFW lmao i can try but- y’all know i’m bad at sin xD


  • he walked through the door expecting the more than normal “hello” from MC but
  • instead it was “Good day, Master~”
  • one of those big anime “EHHHH?!” things
  • he can’t even form words like omfg what the heck just happened? 
  • he immediately starts blushing because he’s really turned on and he just covers his mouth in embarrassment 
  • Knees weak and slightly shaking he makes his way over to MC and just literally f a l l s into her arms cuz he’s so. damn. lightheaded from MC’s simple, less than provocative words
  • “M-MC.. please give me a heads up before you do something like that, my heart can’t go from doki doki to heart ATTACK.”
  • MC: ??? did i do something do i need to call ambulance


  • He just came back from a run
  • Nice and sweaty… steamin’ hot, really.
  • Anyway he’s like taking a sip from his water bottle when he opens the door 
  • “Welcome, Master!”
  • he just cHOKES 
  • he’s over there like coughing cuz water almost got into his lungs all the while MC is still pouncing around in her fricken (work) clothes
    • which is hella kawaii btw 
  • and he’s feeling it man
  • it’s now or never 
  • so he promptly recovers from his coughing fit and picks up MC bridal style 
  • “EW you’re getting my costume all sweaty and gross”
  • “How can you say that to your “Master”?“
  • *MC’s face turns flush red when she realizes what her slip up has now caused
  • weoo not complaining for what’s to happen next though ;))


  • I thought we promised to keep it PG 
  • but not today honey, not today
  • Jaehee was working (the usual) 
  • MC brought in some coffee so she could stay alive awake
  • and as she sets down the cup, MC just asks as if it were natural
  • “Master, would you like me to draw a cat on top of your latte?”
  • The only thing Jaehee could see atm was MC in a freaking a kitty lingerie outfit
  • she’d never liked cats more before
  • snapping back into reality she saw MC’s face staring at her dumbfounded
  • cuz she ain’t a perv like u baehee 
  • And she gives Jaehee a peck on the lips before she gets pulled under by Jaehee’s naughty, naughty thoughts


  • it was Sunday morning and he was playing with Elly as usual
  • MC was in the kitchen making some kitty shaped pancakes for the two of them but what Jumin didn’t know was that MC dressed up as a maid for the fun of it (since he never got to see her in it)
  • “Master~ breakfast is served” she announced as she left the kitchen looking SUPER ADORABLE in her outfit 
  • Jumin just stares at her and a sly smile begins to form on his lips
  • “Did you wear that for me?”
  • MC gives him a little wink and
  • He snickers a little and leaves Elly to play alone
  • *kabedon MC against the wall*
  • you can choose a pose (but tbh i think pose #4 is just perfect)
  • “would i get in trouble for ripping this?” he says has he tugs roughly at her skirt


  • so he was just playing on his computer and suddenly MC just spins his chair around
  • his eyes widen at the sight of her in a maid outfit
  • “How do I look, Master?”
  • then he starts getting r e a l e x c i t e d
  • to MC’s dismay, he decides to hold a maid outfit challenge
  • and they literally have to Skype call all of the RFA to get votes
  • also did i mention Zen voted for Seven lmfao
  • sorry MC, no sexy time for you - Seven’s just… being Seven


  • He was just tryna get some new socks okay
  • little cinnamon bun innocent as hell but
  • he accidentally walked in on MC changing out of her work clothes
  • “M-MC?”
  • unconsciously she answers “Yes, master?”
  • whoop 
  • there he goes, red as a tomato
  • “M-master?”
  • MC looks at him kinda confused like why is he so red-
  • ohhhh
  • so she decides to play with this cute bby a little more
  • she leans in real close man so close he can feel her hot breath on his neck
  • “Or should I say… my saviour?”


  • MC just came back from work and he can’t see her outfit because he’s freaking blind ok
  • but he can smell her perfume
  • “MC, you’re home!”
  • he walks over to give her a hug
  • “Yes, Master~”
  • he kinda stiffens like 
  • what did she just say?
  • MC goes in for a tight hug and he can feel all the frilly fabric 
  • and his breath hitches a bit because she smells like cotton candy and 
  • he’s suddenly a little choked man he’s gotta loosen the non-existent tie around his neck to calm the f down
  • and he like clears his throat a little
  • BUT THEN MC goes in for a kiss and he just cannot anymore 
  • “MC let’s go to the room to finish this”

LOL i wanted to add pics cuz it’s more fun lmao 

also sorry this is very SFW

~Cherry L.

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Shiro's Turn, Tumblr AU Shance

Shiro is Gay™ basically
Shiro sipped his coffee while scrolling through his Tumblr, his brother asleep on the couch behind him. He was visiting for a week, since his brother was a bit of a hot gay mess and Shiro was mainly his emotional support.

Keith was currently pining after someone named Hunk who worked at a bakery, and when Keith started pining he usually ended up forgetting to take care of himself. Which was where Shiro came in.

For now, Shiro was content with answering Anon asks and the occasional doodle and reblog or like, eyes scanning the computer screen, slightly bored.

Unfortunately, he was taking a bigger gulp of his drink when he scrolled down enough to see the most gorgeous man that couldn’t possibly be real on his dash.

He inhaled too quickly and choked on his hot coffee, turning his head away to cough violently, brown liquid splattering onto the floor as Shiro hacked up his lungs.

His sudden loud bout of coughing startled Keith awake, the other man jolting up and flailing, falling off the couch with a startled yelp and a thud.

“Shiro! What the fuck, man?!?” Keith hissed, pulling himself up over the couch arm to glare at his older brother, furious at being woken up so rudely.

“Keith, I’m so fucking gay, holy shit-” Shiro wheezed through his tears, hand patting his chest as the coughing fit paused for a minute to let him breathe before starting up again.

“I knew that already, but why are we stating this fact again?” Keith questioned, raising an eyebrow at his dying brother.

Shiro merely pointed at the screen, still trying to get coffee out of his lungs.

Keith huffed and got to his feet, padding over to squint at whatever onscreen was making his brother react like this.

“Oh. It’s just a selfie of Lance?” He asked, blinking and turning to his brother.

Shiro had significantly recovered to the point of sitting upright again. “Yes? But he’s actually kinda hot?” The older man stated, rubbing his eyes clear of water to stare at the screen again.

The selfie was of BlueLionLance, and god he was adorable. Pretty blue eyes like the ocean, flawless tanned skin, brown hair that looked positively silky and soft, a bright grin with perfect white teeth and dimples. He was positively gorgeous, probably spent a lot of time taking care of his skin what with how smooth it looked.

Shiro’s fingers twitched, itching to feel Lance’s skin and hair in person to see if the other man was as soft to touch as he looked.

Keith took one look at the sappy, lovestruck look on his brother’s face and sighed.

“I’ll go get the ice cream, we can pine together on the couch and watch crappy romance movies.” He stated, already moving to the fridge.

Shiro smacked his head down onto the computer desk with a groan.

“Yeah. Good idea.”
Shiro POV, he’s a thirsty boy, poor baby.
I’ll probably make an info list for this later, for worldbuilding. Hope you enjoyed! Wonder what I should do next for this….. oooohh, maybe a con! I’ve always wanted to try writing out one of those! :3

It Had To Be You -- Jason Todd x Reader, Platonic!Roy Harper x Reader

I’ve been dying to actually sit down and write a soulmate story for a while now. There’s so many to choose from, it gets kind of hard to try and come up with your own spin on how soulmates find each other. I read one that I really liked while browsing on good ol’ Tumblr the other day, so here it is!

For this soulmate AU thing, every person is born with the words their soulmate will say to them when they realize they’re soulmates. It’s not the first thing they say to each other, but the first thing they say to clue one of them into the fact that they’re soulmates. I hope that makes sense!

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WARNING! Name calling and other forms of dislike ahead. And it’s kind of angsty?

Word Count: 1328

For the umpteenth time in your life, you wondered what kind of asshole you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. Some would say it was foolish to believe your soulmate was going to be a jerk, but the words printed in cursive on your arm were more than enough proof to prove your case.

That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

Seriously, what kind of person would say that to their soulmate? An asshole, that’s who. And that asshole was the person you were destined to spend the rest of your life with.

Lucky you.

You pushed those depressing thoughts from your mind and refocused on getting ready for tonight. Your best friend, Roy Harper, finally had some free time and you two were going to have that best friend night you’d been planning for months. It wasn’t a date, you cringed at the very thought of dating the redhead. You two had known each other for so long, it was weird to think of him in any other capacity besides a best friend or brother figure. Besides, his soulmate would kick your ass from here to China just for thinking that this evening was a date.

The ringtone you’d set for Roy began to fill the air. You hurriedly stumbled into the living room where you had left your phone to answer the call. Once the device was in your hand, you swiped a finger across the screen and placed the cell phone to your ear.

“Hey Arrow Boy, what’s up?”

The voice on the other side groaned in annoyance. “Why do you insist on calling me that? I’m not even Oliver’s sidekick anymore.”

“Do you use a bow and arrows? Are you male?”

“Yes to both.”

“Then there’s your answer!” You chirped happily.

Again, an annoyed groan filled your ear in response to your words. “You have to be the single most annoying person in the world (Y/N).”

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Besides,” you said with a rueful smile, “I’m spoken for.”

“God bless the one stuck with you for the rest of their lives.”

You half-heartedly rolled your (E/C) eyes at his statement. The two of you’d had this conversation so many times it didn’t bother you anymore. You were well aware of the fact that you were a difficult person to get along with, hence the reason you had very few close friends.

“Anyway, I didn’t call for you to tease me. I just wanted to let you know that Jason will be joining us for tonight.”

You made a face at the name. “That skunk head? Why would you invite him to our best fiends’ night? He’s not my best friend!”

“But he is one of mine and it’s important to me that my two best friends get along.”

You scowled into the receiver.

Jason Todd and you had never gotten along. He was a complete and utter jerk with too many issues for your taste. It was no wonder he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. The person doomed to be his should be counting their blessings that they hadn’t found him yet. Any time you didn’t have to be around the former Boy Wonder was a good day in your book.

“(Y/N)? You still there?”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. You reached up and ran a hand through your (H/C) hair as you spoke. “Yeah, I’m still here. The psychopath can come, but only if he’s on his best behavior!”

“I’m not a psychopath!” You heard someone shout in the background. A small, satisfied smirk graced your face in response.

“You be nice too. We’ll see you at the restaurant.”

Twenty minutes later and you found yourself sitting across from the skunk head himself at yours and Roy’s favorite restaurant. Since there were three of you, you weren’t set at your usual table. The little two toppers wouldn’t have had enough room to accommodate Jason’s unwelcome presence, so you were over in a corner at a booth. The server had already come by and taken your drink order before the two men had arrived. You’d ordered the usual for Roy and yourself. For Jason, you’d ordered a Dr. Pepper. You hated the drink with a burning passion and from what little you knew about the vigilante, so did Jason.

He was still glaring at you for that little “slip up” as you called it.

The tension between the two of you could have been cut with a knife. It was more than obvious neither of you wanted to be near the other. Had it not been for Roy, the two of you would’ve been at each other’s throats by now.

“Sorry for the mix up, here are all of your drinks.” The young man said as he placed the three glasses down on the table. He tucked his tray under his arm and gave a nervous smile to all of you. “Are you ready to order?”

Neither you nor Jason paid him any mind. Sighing, Roy shook his head at the other man to indicate that you would need more time. The server nodded and quickly walked away from the tension filled table.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached out and grasped your drink and took a sip. The wonderful sensation of sweet tea hitting your taste buds made a content sigh slip from your lips. Jason smirked at the small victory of being able to keep a stoic face longer than you.

“I can’t believe something as insignificant as a drink can make you crack. No wonder you never got into the hero biz.”

“Jason,” Roy warned in a low tone. “We talked about this.”

“It’s fine Roy, it’s not like I’ve ever, oh I don’t know, died doing something mundane.”

It was your turn to receive a warning. “(Y/N)…”

“No, she’s right Roy,” Jason cut in, “her life is boring and dull.”

“At least I’m not a bully.”

“At least I’m not boring.”

“Skunk head.” You growled.

“Hill billy.” Jason shot back.

Enough!” Roy all but shouted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Can’t we just enjoy tonight? Please, dear god I’m begging you. Just one night where there isn’t any fighting. I get enough of that in my night job.”

The two of you mumbled quick apologies to the redhead before looking at your menus. The server came back a few minutes later and took your orders. As he walked away, you took another sip from your glass of sweet tea. Jason made a disgusted face at the beverage in your glass.

“How can you drink that? It’s like a drink of pure sugar.”

“Excuse you. Sweet tea is God’s given gift to mankind!”

You had expected Jason to snap at you with a witty comeback, but you were surprised at his dumbstruck expression. His blue eyes were wide in disbelief and his mouth hung open. Realizing this, Jason shut his mouth before opening it again as if to speak then promptly shutting it again. He repeated these actions for a few moments before a scowl settled on his face.

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You choked on your drink as his words registered in your head. Coughing to try and clear your lungs, you frantically rolled up the sleeve on your shirt to inspect your arm. Sure enough, the words that had always been there were gradually fading away.

You whipped your head up and stared at Jason.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn he had a hopeful look in his eyes. For a moment, you had forgotten that you hated this man’s guts. For a moment, you were insanely and indefinitely happy. For a moment, all that mattered was that you had found your soulmate.

Then the feeling passed.

You both scowled at the other and said in an eerily similar tone of disgust, “It had to be you.”


“Heirs: In Poison We Trust” (Chapter 7).

Written by: A.Wölf.


  • Jeremy Irons
  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Sebastian Stan
  • Chris Evans
  • Bill Skarsgård
  • Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Previous Chapters:  1: “Heirs: The Scent of Revenge”.  // 2: “Tiptoed love”. // 3. “Family Bonding”. // 4. “Wine Bath”.  // 5. “The 13th Stranger”.  // 6.”The Last Supper”.

Notes: Let this be yet another reminder that the actors mentioned here are just portraying these insane characters of mine. 

I apologize in advance to the readers who’ll feel attacked by this chapter.


“Call an ambulance!” Jeremy ordered as he and Tom kneeled next to Chris.

Sebastian and his sister-in-law rose up from their seats, and she ran across the dining room and out into the corridor. She stood next to the telephone table and pressed her back against the wall as she shut her eyes, letting the fear and uncertainty creep up everyone’s spine behind that thin wall while she slowly picked up the telephone receiver but dialed no number and killed time instead.

“Chris! Chris!” Jeremy called out over and over again as he, with a trembling right hand, gripped his nephew’s chin hoping he’d regain consciousness.

Chris could hear the sound of his uncle’s and cousin’s voice but as if he was submerged at the bottom of the sea. He was fighting his heavy eyelids, trying to open his eyes, aching to speak, to tell them everything. He was able to grip Tom’s jacket with his right hand but his tongue wouldn’t respond; the numbness was greater than his will.

Sebastian was still frozen in place next to his chair, witnessing everything and wishing for no mistakes.

“Stay with us, Chris!” Tom said when he caught a glimpse of his cousin’s blue eyes staring back at them again.

But in no time, they rolled to the back of his head, leaving almost nothing but white.

“Oh god”, Jeremy breathed out as his blood ran cold.

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as long as you’re with me

pairing: keith/lance

words: 2.1k

rating: g

summary: Lance wants to make the best of their layover. Keith’s just sick and tired.


“I can’t believe we’re stuck here for four hours.”

“Oh, stop complaining. It won’t be that bad.”

Lance barely hears the muttered, “Yes, it will,” behind him, and chooses to ignore it. Keith can be super pessimistic sometimes, and he’s just grumpy because he has the sniffles. It’s unfortunate timing, for sure, but Lance is sure it won’t put too much of a damper on their vacation. At this point, not even a four hour layover could ruin his mood.

He wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulders and gives him a dopey grin. “The important thing is that we’re together.”

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Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut
Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. 
Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.


It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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glitter paint & movie night

summary: your six-year-old daughter has an important question to ask bucky.
characters: female reader, bucky barnes, becca (6-year-old OFC), briefly steve rogers and natasha romanoff
word count: 2197
warnings: one f bomb
A/N: i suck at titles k so this is a little different from my normal thing, but it popped in my head so i decided to write it. i also named the daughter becca, after @beccaanne814-blog because tbh she’s such a great person and writer. she gives encouragement to SO MANY PEOPLE, comments on tons of fics, and then writes amazing ones of her own. so this is my small, insignificant way of letting her know that she is appreciated. <3

Originally posted by v-writings

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. - Richard Bach

It wasn’t until my back slammed into the mat for the fifth time in the past hour that I started thinking I needed to reconsider my hobbies. 

Natasha stood over me, strands of red hair hanging down in her face as she stared down at me. She had a satisfied smirk on her face as she offered her hand to help me up. Again. 

“You’re out of shape,” she said as I grabbed her hand. She took a couple of steps back, hauling me to my feet. 

“Fuck you,” I said, shoving at her shoulder. “I’ve been off duty for four months!” 

“Yeah, but you’d think you’d be in a little better shape. You were coaching little league soccer, after all.” She grinned at my scowl, leaning down and grabbing one of the towels we had thrown on the floor. She dried the sweat glistening on her face and neck. “But you went and got soft on me.” 

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thesecretlifeofjelli  asked:

Another Langst prompt : Lance has a panic attack mid-battle and is helpless to stop it. He can't do what he's supposed to do, autopilot engaged, and gets chewed out by the team when his mic is off. He can still hear them as they go from annoyed to concerned to panicking when he doesn't answer. His lion's barrier is up when they return to the castle and no one can get in. What gets Lance to open up? Who gets him to come out? And why did he have a panic attack in the first place? Thanks!


Mentions of Panic Attacks!!!!

Lance froze, his fingers shaking as he attempted to keep his grip the controls of the Blue lion. He couldn’t breath and anxiety quickly filled his veins as his heart pounded in his ears. His limbs felt like they were weighed down by lead, and it dragged him down, making him feel like gravity had gotten stronger. 

His chest felt heavy as if the yellow lion itself had curled up on it and took a nap. He struggled to fill his lungs, his windpipe feeling crush and he coughed slightly as his throat squeezed around the dry air of Blue’s cockpit. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, colors swimming around his closed lids and he hung his head forward. Everything felt tight, his clothes seemed to choke him and his skin felt as though it didn’t belong to him. 

He could vaguely hear the familiar hum from Blue as his teammates began to question why he was no longer in formation. 

“Lance?! Why aren’t you here? You’re ruining the plan!” Pidge’s voice sounded strained and she screamed when something shot at the Green lion. 

“Is everything alright?” Hunk ask, turning yellow around to check on his best friend. 

Lance couldn’t understand what his friends were saying, they sounded muffled, like they were on a beach and he was twelve feet under water, trying to have a conversation with them. 

Lance attempted to fill his lungs, falling forward slightly has his body rejected what he needed most. I can’t breath, why can’t I breath?! What is happening to me? Am I dying? He opened his eyes again, trying to recognise any of the unfamiliar symbols that were written on Blue. Everything began to swim and Lance released a small groan as he placed his head on the dashboard. 

He knew he was hyperventilating, he knew that Blue was scratching at the barrier that he had put up around his mind, he couldn’t let anyone know what was happening. 

“Guys…Blue isn’t moving,” Keith stopped his lion, his eyes scanning to the only unmoving lion on the entire battle field. 

“What do you mean?” Shiro swung his lion around, his eyes going wide at the paralyzed looking robotic cat. Shiro tapped his helmet, “Lance? Are you okay?” 

Silence filled the coms and everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats, anticipating when Lance would laugh out loud, yelling something about being tricked, but that never came.  

“Co-come on Lance…stop-p-p messing around,” Hunk sounded panicky and he fly his lion around Blue a few times, trying to get his friend to react. Still nothing. 

“Lance, this isn’t the time for this! Please just say that you’re alright.” Pidge closed her eyes, praying her friend was okay. 

Nothing happened for awhile but eventually Blue started to move, right back to the castle, not stopping for anything. Everyone shouted with joy at the lion’s movements, believing that their paladin was better, not knowing how their friend was really doing inside the cockpit. 

He still couldn’t breath, his insecurities fell on him like waves, crashing on top of him one after the other. He felt worthless and no matter what he did to try and stop it, he just couldn’t seem to bring oxygen into his system. He shook like a leaf in fall and he gripped at his sweaty hair. Please, make it stop. He didn’t know who or what he was talking to but he wish they would help. 

He knew that his lion was moving, he could fele her purrs of concern as she started towards the castle. No, no, no, no, he attempted to pull himself up onto his chair, I can’t let the team see me like this. He rubbed his arms, his chest throbbing in pain. 

Then Blue landed and a few ticks later the team was in the hanger, lucky Blue had put her barrier up and the were forced to wait outside. Blue started to sne positive vibes to her paladin, showing Lance the concern faces of his teammates. 

Lance closed his eyes, sucking in a few breathes before counting in his head, hearing his mother’s voice in the back of his mind. In four, hold seven, out eight.  In four, hold seven, out eight. In four, hold seven, out eight. After what felt like an eternity Lance had managed to calm himself down enough to think straight. 

He slowly stood from his place on the floor, shaking out his arms as he stretched his back, I need to face them. He placed his hand on Blue’s dash, giving her a small thanks before exiting his lion. 

Everyone stared at Lance for a few moments, their eyes filled with curiosity, Keith opened his mouth to speak but Lance raised his hand to silence him. “Look, I’m sorry about that, I guess I just kinda freaked out? I’m not really sure to be one hundred percent honest. But I promise it won’t happen again.” He scratched at his head nervously, his eyes avoiding his teammates, a wave of exhausting rushing over him.  

Everyone’s faces fell as they listened to their friend, no one really knowing what to say. Except Hunk knew what to do, he slowly approached Lance and wrapped his arms around his best friend. “Don’t apologize, we don’t blame you, sometimes we all freak out.” 

Lance nodded and soon more arms wrapped around him, everyone showing their support for their leg of Voltron.

Hugs can fix so many things

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