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anonymous asked:

For Shiro prompts: Uliro & some sort of culture shock scenario!

I went more for culture confusion haha. BUT THANK YOU I WANTED A ULIRO PROMPT. 

The lake shimmered, speckles of light catching and twisting in the air. It was an alarming shade of pink, but the rest of the Paladins had stumbled into the waters without a care. Well, Keith hadn’t, but Hunk had just picked him up and carried him into the water anyway. The furious howl turned to snickering giggles as the four Paladins tackled and subsequently tried to drown each other in the lake.

Shiro eyed them all for a moment before rolling over onto his stomach, squirming happily as the sun sizzled down his spine. The breeze was heavy enough to maintain a relatively cool temperature. The umbrella beside him shaded the soles of his feet; his metal arm was tucked under a cool towel, hidden from the prickling rays of the sun. Shiro yawned, closing his eyes. Beyond, he could make out the quiet chatter of Allura and Coran, the shriek as Pidge was hefted up and likely thrown into the lake, Lance’s proclamation that no one could dunk him, and Hunk and Keith’s rebuttal that he was going down.

It was – nice.

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anonymous asked:

A prompt for u- Lance is a ghost, only Keith can hear him, and they somehow bond through Keith's head. (Keith can sometimes faintly see Lance, but sometimes lance is just a voice)

I dunno how I ended up with 1k but here. 

I didn’t plan for this to happen.

Ps. not beta’d or even edited in the slightest soooo ~ expect typos and such. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.

For anyone else, it could have been just a shadow, maybe even a trick of light.

Keith knows better.

The teen knows what it is. It’s a soft kind of glowing, a dark midnight blue with light spots of gold –quite fitting, if Keith says so himself – hovering on the corners around the castle, sometimes on the corner of his eye; never too close but never too far away neither.

Most of the times, it feels like a blanket, a sharp but comforting presence that grounds him and makes his aching heart a little lighter.

Keith names it Glow, because it hurts less.

Keith doesn’t dare to look at it. He’s afraid, not of it per se, but of scaring it. Acknowledging things always make them even more real, like a cold bucket of water falling on you, and then it becomes a reality you got to face at some point, whenever you are ready or not.

He’s not sure he wants Glow to realize these things and vanish out of nowhere, leaving only a hollow feelings inside Keith.

Despite it all, he does try to communicate.

Blue helps him. Ever since day one, she comforted him and opened up to him; it’s easier, to exchange words and feelings inside Blue with Glow because of their connection.

The heavy knot in his stomach doesn’t flatters but his breathing becomes steadier as a familiar laugh echoes inside his mind when he’s hanging out inside Blue.

‘It’s not bad, Keith.’ Glow reminds him, from time to time, when tears are on the edge of his eyes and a lump is in his throat, ‘I’m still here.’

Keith usually doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t trust his voice to not crack but he still nods slowly while letting out a shuddering breath.

He found out he was the only one able to communicate or see Glow a few weeks back. It didn’t take much:

An impulsive slip of a name, followed by a sudden fist on his right cheek, screams and shouts echoing around, Shiro restraining a sobbing Hunk as the older teen cries for the loss of his best friend and Pidge leaving the room without a word.

The team went separate ways that day and the dinner table stayed empty.

Keith made sure not to do the same mistake twice; not when their wound was still open and fresh. Not when he can still hears Pidge’s sobs and Hunk’s nightmares in the middle of the night.

Not when he watches Shiro staring fatly and emotionless in the vast of dead stars just outside the window.

Not when Allura clutches her chest and tears run down her face when the Blue Lion lighted up and opened up to her the first time.

Not when Coran’s smile is gone, his eyes are dull and his soft sad humming echoes down the hall in his late night walks.

No, Keith doesn’t mess up again.

‘Time,’ Glow reminds him easily, its warm and comforting presence in the back of his head, ‘Time heals, trust me. You all be okay someday.’

‘But what if I don’t want to be,’ Keith thinks back at it, his eyes never leaving the grim picture of his tea – his family, all huddle up in the living room, shoulders down and silence ruling over them, ‘What if I just want you back?’

‘Keith,’ Glow says instead of answering, a spark of disapproval but understanding feeling filling him up, ‘Just trust me.’

So, Keith does.

He allows Glow to guide him, its soft but urgent pushing on his back making Keith to walk faster. He doesn’t realize where he is until the door slides open and Lance’s room appears in front of his eyes.

He takes a step back in shock, tries to make a run for it, but Glow doesn’t let him and suddenly Blue’s in his head urging him to go inside.

Keith swallows the lump in his throat and goes inside, ignoring the memories and the echoes of laughter these four walls used to hold inside.

He knows what he needs, he knows Glow’s plan.

‘Just try it.’ It says in his head, encouragingly and fondly when it senses Keith’s hesitation, ‘Trust me.’

Keith does, even now.

He doesn’t need any one to guide him back to where the team is. He walks in; eyes narrow in determination and a building up fire inside him, desperately wanting to be free.

Keith lets it.

He starts with the humming, setting himself in the corner of the couch, Lance’s guitar on his lap and then his fingers find the familiar melody Lance used to play every now and then.

There’s a sharp intake of breath as soon as he starts, followed by a gasp, a sniffle and suddenly the air felt lighter.

Keith’s singing echoes around the room, lyrics soft and gentle was they travel and hit every single pair of ears present.

He’s not surprised to know the lyrics this well; after all, it was Lance’s favorite song. The brunet used to sing it everywhere he went: training session, bonding sessions, breakfast, dinner, missions, and lazy afternoons.

The entire team is all familiar with it.

It’s not the fact that another voice joins him soon after that’s shocking; it’s more of the fact that it was Hunk, through tears and snot, who started singing along with him with a small smile decorating his face.

Shiro joined them then, pulling Pidge close to him and embracing her tightly when she sniffles, her soft humming cracking with emotion but pushing through to participate.

Coran and Allura step closer to the group, eyes watering and hearts on their throat but they follow the song, pouring their feelings in their shared chorus.

Keith doesn’t stop, not after the first song or even after the fifth one. Smiles grow, eyes become a little bit brighter and then there’s laughter, faint and weak but it’s enough to make Keith believe that rays of hope are real.

He allows himself to smile in relief and for the first time in weeks, he dares to look at behind him and meet Glow.

His voice breaks and tears fall freely down his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop playing; not when Lance’s blue eyes are on him, shinning and glowing powerfully. Not when Lance’s casual pose against the window bring him a sense of familiarity.

Not when the glowing around Lance’s frame dims slowly, making him look less transparent and more flesh and bones.

Not when Lance’s proud smile is directed at him.

No, Keith doesn’t stop. 

Chapter 7: I like you as a good girl // Shawn Mendes

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Authors note: I’m so so so so sorry for the wait!!! I’ve been so busy with study that I didn’t have any time to write. But here’s chapter 7 and I’m so so so sorry if I sucks or if there’s any mistakes.

Recap: He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back. 

He pulled back an inch, meeting my dazed look. He bites his bottom lip softly and it draws my attention. I lean in to kiss him again but he lets go of me completely, stepping away. He shakes his head, inching further and further back.

It was like a cold bucket of water had been splashed over me. Realization an icy feeling. I let him leave, his retreating figure heading for the doors, slipping out as the bride and groom enters.

I feel eyes on me and I catch my mother’s gaze. I’m guessing she had seen most of what just happened. I sigh, taking my seat, avoiding the conversation Mum and I were sure to have.

Once again my soulmate had left me alone and confused. I wasn’t going to let him walk away again. No, I was going to prove to him that I could fit into his world just like he could fit into mine.

“Funny seeing you again.” Jeremy tells me yet there’s no trace of humor in his voice. I had made my way back to the South Side club. It was the only place I could think of to find the libertas members. Today seemed to be my lucky day.

Clad in the black hoodie with the white writing above his heart stood Jeremy. The one person who seemed to control Shawn’s actions. He was young, maybe in his late 20′s early 30′s. The dark glint he had in his eye however made him seem like he had seen more things then a 30 year old should have. 

“I want in.” I say breathlessly, my nerves shooting throughout my body. 

“What?” He looks genuinely surprised. Setting the glass of beer down he stands up to look at me. Still in the dress from the wedding, Jeremy scans my body, almost like he couldn’t believe what I was asking. I don’t blame him; I don’t either.

“Your next act of rebellion, I want to help.” We stare at each other, his black eyes meeting my softer gaze. 

Then he smiles. A cold, malicious smile. “We’re refurnishing the west hospital wing. Expect a visitor tomorrow morning, around 4 am.”  

“But that’s where all the babies are kept before they get their timer imprinted.” I feel regret flood through me.

“Exactly.” He laughs and the sound makes me shiver. “Welcome to the club Sunshine.” 

“You ever rode before?” The libertas member asks me. True to his word, Jeremy had sent someone to collect me exactly at 4 am the next morning. The knocking on my patio had almost lead me to believe it was Shawn. When I pulled back my curtains instead of seeing a mop of brown curly hair, dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes twinkled back at me.

Tommy was now leading me outside to the block behind my house where a motorbike was parked. 

“No and I didn’t intend to start.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. He had only giving me a few minutes to change out of my pajamas. The black leggings and grey sweatshirt did little to keep the cold out. 

“Look’s like you’re starting tonight.” He swings his leg over, sitting comfortably on the death machine. I hesitantly follow. “Oh, here by the way. Jeremy wanted you to have it.”

He passes me a black hoodie and I unfold it, the libertas catching the street light. He stares at me until I put it on. He revs the engine and I wrap my arms around his stomach, ignoring the guilt that was swarming me. Kicking the stand up he drives off into the night.

The wind whips though my hair and I tighten my hold, closing my eyes. I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Shawn. Where was he? Was he even going to be at the hospital tonight? What did Jeremy mean by refurnishing?

The engine cuts off and I look up at the massive glass building. The hospital. Tommy gets off, offering me a hand which I ignore, and leads me towards the building that looms above me. 

He walks around the back of the building, towards the ally and I notice a huddle of people hidden in the shadows. It seems like we’re last to arrive. I don’t say anything nor do I try and meet any of the curious gazes being shot at me. 

“Morning gang, Nice day to cause a little mayhem?” Jeremy’s voice cuts through the whispers and immediately he has everyone’s attention. 

“You all remember the rules. Break in, damage, get out before getting caught.” He scans the crowd of around 20 people. His gaze stops on me.

“We also have a new recruit, little miss sunshine in the middle there.” he grins and I feel my face flush in the dark. He doesn’t give the group a chance to talk, barking out orders and I’m shoved into a group of four, Tommy grabs my arm to pull me out of the way.  

My group starts towards the main entrance to the west wing. Unsure of what to do, I tail behind them. There’s a smash from around the corner and I gulp, my palms becoming sweaty. One of the taller males in my group smashes something through the glass doors in front of us, whatever object that was thrown through seemed to do the trick and the glass shatters. I let the others go first before I tred over the broken glass knowing that there was no coming back from what I’m about to do and what I’ve already done. 

Of course this would happen to me. Somehow I had become lost from my group. One minute I was right behind them and when I stopped to peer through one of the glass panels on a door I turned back to see they were gone. 

Now I silently crept through the deserted hospital, the patient ward located on the east side. Occasionally sounds of glass being smashed and things being toppled over traveled down the hallway but once I got to where I heard the sound, they had already moved on.

An open door catches my attention. Looking into the room, it seemed like a small office. There was a phone on the desk, slightly covered by paperwork that had been thrown around. There was no use in me staying at the west wing anymore, I could ring Steph and ask her to pick me up. I’d rather face my sister then my Mum’s fury.

A hand wraps around my wrist before I’m even inches within grabbing the phone. I’m shoved against the wall, my face squishing against the surface. 

“What are you doing?” A man asks and he tugs back my hood revealing my face. His grip immediately loosens. 

“Y/n?” Judging by the way my heart was doing 360′s in my chest my body knew who it was before I did. 

“That kind of hurt you know.” I drawl, twisting my neck to see him better.

“Sorry Princess, I thought you were going to rat.” Shawn keeps his hold on my wrist, the heat of his hands transferring to my skin.

“Why would I rat when I’m the one doing it?” I say under my breath. Shawn heard me.

“What do you mean ‘I’m the one doing it’.“ Shawn spits, his grip momentarily tightening. I turn so I’m facing him, the ache in my neck easing. 

“I asked to join.” Shawn’s eyes trail along my body, freezing on the symbol above my heart.

“What the fuck have you done?” He whispers, breaking away from me.

“I wanted to show you that I could fit in with your life.” I say, my anger lacing my words.

“Y/n you have no idea what you’ve just done.” Shawn has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. It was almost like he was scared… scared for me.

“I know that I’ve finally done something that you like to do.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can’t get out of this, dammit Y/n! You tag along once you tag along for life.” Shawn shouts, the fear and anger combining to create a lethal combination. 

“What do you mean?” I fall silent. 

“As soon as they see you’ve got no timer on you arm you’re as good as gone. They’ll hurt you to find your soulmate and once they find out it’s me we’re both gone.” Shawn ignores my question.

“I don’t understand.” My eyes are blurring and I can feel the fear stirring in my stomach.

“They’re the libertas Y/n! What did you expect them to do? Let you tag along just for fun? Once they find out the real reason you joined them- because you wanted to impress me or some shit like that they are not going to be impressed.” 

“I just wanted to be more like someone you wanted.” I whisper, my head hanging in shame, stray tears making their way down my cheeks.

“Stop it, damn freaking damn.” Shawn punches the wall beside me and I stifle a gasp. He pulls his hand back and a white powder covers his knuckles. I don’t look at the wall.

“I wanted to be enough for you, I thought that by rebelling with the libertas it would make you want me.” 

“I don’t want you to do things I have to do, I don’t want you to be stuck in this endless cycle of breaking into buildings to break a heap of shit and pray to God that you don’t get caught.”

“But they do it in hope of destroying the soulmate program, and that’s what you want?” I ask hesitantly, confused by Shawn’s random spouts of information.

“Open your eyes Y/n. They do it in hope of one day gaining enough power to overthrow the government. I want to get rid of the permanency of soulmates, we should be allowed to say no.”

“Why are you still with them?” Shawn rolls his eyes and I glare at him, having enough of his attitude. 

“Because you can’t get out. You go once, you go for life.” We don’t say anything, the sound of sirens cut off all our conversation. “We have to get out of here.”

Shawn drags me out the hallway, never letting go of my hand as we run through the building, down the staircase and out the side entrance where his car was parked.

“Stop shoving me.” I hiss at him as he presses me to get inside the car.

“Then hurry up, unless you want a criminal record of course. Take the jacket off as well, I never want to see you in that again.” He slams the door and I take the hoodie off, my heart hammering in my chest.

Shawn quickly shoves the key into the ignition and drives out onto the main road. I hold my breath, waiting for the sirens and flashing lights. Nothing. We were safe.

“Do they know where you live?” Shawn asks me, I stare at his hands that were placed on the steering wheel, the skin a pale yellow in the morning sun.

“Yes.” I say softly. He swears colorfully.

“You’re not going home for the next couple days. Not until this rebellion dies down. Knowing the libertas as well as I do they probably think you sent for the cops since you didn’t keep with the group.”

I nod, rubbing my hands together to get some warmth. Shawn notices and flicks on the heater.

“I want you to know…” Shawn says, clearing his throat and he looks at me, his eyes a warm caramel in the gold light. 

“Yeah?” I prod, feeling my nerves spike.

“I don’t like the bad ass version of you.” He cracks a smile and I fight the grin forming on my face.

“I don’t think I pulled it off very well.”

“You’re much more suited to being a goody-two-shoes.” Shawn teases and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I like you as a good girl.”

I think my heart stopped beating.

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Lake Baikal - Russia 

Lake Baikal is a rift lake in southern Siberia. It the worlds largest freshwater lake (by volume), and with a depth of 1642 at its deepest point, it is also the worlds deepest lake. With the purest freshwater on the planet, in many places on the lake, the ice is completely transparent. It has been reported that you can see 40m below the ice in some of these places. 

On shore, the lake has many grottoes, that form impressive icicles during winter. During the summer, the beaches are also great for fishing, and river rafting.

The Seventh House- Where Two Hearts Meet

The Seventh House is the house of partnership, and in this house is where we form relations with another, whether that be a lover, a close friend or even a business partner. It is the fusion of two hearts, where your identity becomes lost in the elixir of someone else and is influenced by the planets in that house. Understand that not all will have a planet there, but the sign on the house cusp is an indicator as to your attitudes to that house.

Sun in the Seventh House- Those with their Sun in the seventh house will need to invest their ego and their identity in that person with which they have a partnership, and they are known to be people to actively seek out a lover or a companion, looking for their self expression in the face of another. This can also be an immensely joyous position, where the Rays of the sun shine down and grace you both with the joy and the vitality of creation and life together.

Moon in the seventh House- Those with their Moon in the seventh house will be emotionally invested in partnerships, and often do not enter relationships lightly. They are known to be somewhat changeable, very much affected by the waxing and waning of the Moon in relationships, yet cast their lunar spell only when their subconscious has truly found a match made in the Moon Lagoon. Their insides will become thoroughly tied to whoever they let have their heart.

Mercury in the seventh House- Those with their Mercury in the seventh house will need an intellectual relationship and rapport with those they enter partnerships with, and often prefer a somewhat light and airy take on partnerships. To truly have their heart bloom, their mind needs to be awakened and stimulated, and the written word or more interesting forms of communication can do just this. They may be somewhat flighty, yet be attracted to those with eccentric and intelligent minds. 

Venus in the seventh House- Venus here truly invests their heart and their sense or companionship in this house, a fitting home for such a blood pumping planet of romance. They may be somewhat idealistic when searching for that one to share their life with, and may look at the ones they love through rose tinted glasses. Venus here needs completely shattering love, someone to have and to hold for a lifetime, and they may somewhat feel incomplete until they find this very person. 

Mars in the Seventh House- Mars in the seventh House creates someone who needs passion, aggression and to some extent, conflict when it comes to a partner, and may even enjoy this to some degree. They may find that they willingly, or unwillingly enter turbulent relationships, yet sometimes enjoy the thrill of this expression, feeling their blood boil over in both rage and passion. Love is not a frivolous affair with this placement, but rather full of lighter fluid ready to flame at the slightest of disturbances. 

Jupiter in the Seventh House- Jupiter here suggests that expansion and freedom are themes of the seventh house, where whoever this person joins with needs room to spread their wings. They may meet their personal growth through someone else, someone who can make them see the bigger picture and take them away from the niggling little worries. Those with Jupiter here find their magic carpet to higher learning and dimensions through the ones they love.

Saturn in the Seventh House- Those with Saturn in the seventh house will find that they feel somewhat restricted and closed off when it comes to finding that special someone who they trust to cradle their hearts. Their charts lessons are in this house, yet once they overcome Saturn’s harsh rules, this placement indicates lifelong partnerships and a certain wisdom when it comes to the people around them. Saturn can be tiresome here, yet patience will reward them with the most flourishing of relationships in time.

Uranus in the Seventh House- Those with this placement will understand love and partnership to feel like an ice cold bucket of water thrown over their heads as the planet of sudden change and revolution demands an eccentric and odd circumstance when it comes to how they find partners. They will truly need to utmost freedom in relationships and any possessiveness will not be tolerated. This is where the one they will give their hearts to will whip out a defibrillator and shock them back to life.

Neptune in the Seventh House- Those with Neptune here will suffer from illusionary partnership and love interests where they often drift away into delirium when it comes to the ones they care for. They will truly hold them up on a pedestal, only to find that the ones they thought cared may just be a mirage of a person. Neptune here wants you to drift into the metaphysical, into insanity, and this placement is known to deliver soul shattering expectations of love, and sometimes, even actual love once reality is attempted to be restored.

Pluto in the Seventh House- Pluto here creates a partnership that will go through soul shattering, intense transformations, and there could even be a sense of danger here. Themes of jealously and possessiveness could be present, yet love can also be all consuming, the complete merging of two souls. Relationships will not be entered into frivolously, yet may withstand much turbulence and hardships, where you may be sure that you have found the one you were always looking for, in this life of a past one.

Pull my hair (the wrong way) - Request

Requested by @narsissisticcracker:  Benedict x Reader fic based on the quote from Ben: “Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.” no smut please just lots of fluff and kissing, makeout scene. With the hair pulling…..Yeah. 

Pairing: Benedict x reader

Word count: 1.184

Warnings: None.

A/N: Some fluff for the cumberbitches. 


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Benedict was always busy with work. His multiple roles were demanding, and his professionalism and fine manners were also a huge influence to his need of being early to work every single day and leaving until everybody was done working – which means he was the last one to leave.

(Y/N) knew it was important for him, that every character had a big space in his humongous heart. From the Frankenstein Monster, to a dragon in a castle, all the way to a consultant detective. Benedict loved them all, and was willing to give his whole to them.

She missed him, but she never said anything, because she didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend to discourage her partner just because she wants more attention. Besides, whenever he had free time, Benedict would dedicate solely it to her.

He was the most loving boyfriend in the world. His kind heart and warm soul were more than enough to make her day better just by giving her a boyish grin every morning. He would come home, willing to cuddle with her in spite of being extremely tired, and during the weekend he would wake up early to make her breakfast – which they would eat in bed – and he always had little details; like tiny gifts from his trips, or flowers just because they were pretty, or he would take her out for dinner, or suggest to stay home and re-watch her favourite TV shows. Benedict loved her, and he liked to show it through small actions like so.

Benedict would also call her through video call every night whenever he was out of town. That week, Ben had gone out to Italy to the press tour of his brand new movie. (Y/N) had to stay for work, so she couldn’t join him, but was patiently waiting for him to come back and stay home for a whole week of rest.

“Hello, love.” She greeted as Ben’s face appeared on the screen. The man instantly smiled.

“Hiiii!” He chanted, waving his hand.

“How’s Italy?” She asked.

“Italian.” Benedict joked, and they couldn’t help but to laugh. Those video calls were usually simple as hell, and so they would laugh at everything and anything. “Italy is fine; it’s gorgeous, as usual, but it’s not the same without you.”

“I miss you too, my dear.” She said. Benedict nodded, and (Y/N) caught a tiny glimpse of his background – he was outside. “Why aren’t you at the hotel?”

“Too loud.” Benedict replied instantly, “The whole cast and staff decided it is an amazing day to celebrate the release of the film.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you to celebrate with them.” She suggested.

“I wanted to be with you.” Ben mumbled, “I can’t wait to be on holiday so we can spend it together without any interruption.”

“I know, me too.” She whispered as her eyes watered slightly.

“But it will be very soon. Oh, hello, Mrs. Trent.” Ben greeted their neighbour. “As I was saying, it will be very soon.”

“Yes… Wait a second.” Her eyes widened and Benedict chuckled at her reaction. “Are you really here?”

“Just open the door, England is freezing compared to Italy.” He didn’t have to ask her twice. (Y/N) jumped out of bed, leaving the laptop there, and ran outside to the door.

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Sleeping Habits - S.M

just want to let you guys know that its 2.22am here! and this kept me up si had to write it!

I had curled up next to Shawn on the couch, we were watching a scary movie. I didn’t like scary movies at all, I didn’t see what was enticing about begin so scared by a movie that you couldn’t sleep, even if it was fake. I had my head rested in Shawn laps and he had one arm leaning on my body. I had a blanket brought up close to my face. I wasn’t paying attention to the movie I was paying attention to the soothing strokes Shawn was doing to my arm. I was exhausted Shawn knew this, I had just finished all my exams at school for the term and I was beyond tired and stressed. A particular scary scene popped up onto the screen, which literally caused me to roll around so I face the couch. Shawn laughed.

“do you want me to turn it off?” he asked.

“no, it’s okay, you watch it I’ll probably fall asleep soon” I said whilst yawning.

“okay, I’ll turn it down” I lifted my head so he could grab the remote and turn it down. Once he placed the remote down he went back to drawing circles on my shoulder that soon splayed out to my back whilst he watched the movie. I was soon a sleep, exhaustion drowning out the screaming coming from the TV.

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Mitsunari prompt

He had gone tearing down the hall, almost taking down an errant retainer in his path. He stumbled once, then again, playing off the retainer for balance before shoving him aside once he righted himself. Mitsunari’s breath burned a trail down his throat that bloomed out into his lungs. 

He could hear Sakon shouting from the corridor, just outside the door to his library. “What happened!? Where are you going!?”

He should go back– if Sakon opened that door now, he would see more than Mitsunari wanted him to. Instead, his feet just kept going, slapping the hardwood floor beneath him, carrying him past the grand hall, then around the side by the servants’ quarters, further from the castle. 

Outside in the open air, he registered a curious mix of two different sensations– slippery and sleek under one foot, and bumpy and uneven under the other. It wasn’t until he crumpled in a heap, in the rock garden, that he realized he had run himself right out of one of his sandals. 

It was probably in a hallway somewhere, but as he lay down against the gravel, all that mattered was how deliciously the sheen of sweat covering him mixed with the ghostly touch of the chilled wind. The sweet prickling sensation simultaneously calmed him and cleared his mind.

It was a few moments before he caught his breath, and in the meanwhile, he berated himself for losing control the way he had, each thought like a hammer striking hot iron: ‘how could you?’ ‘what were you thinking?’ ‘what have you done?’

Still panting wildly, Mitsunari shifted on top of the gravel, feeling the cool touch of the pebbles pooling beneath him. He opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the overcast sky above him, seeing the colorless sky with its moody gray clouds, but not really looking at it.

A sound escaped him on a sigh. A grim, self-depreciating chuckle.

“She’ll probably tell me I’ll catch a cold out here like this.” The sound of his own voice startled him, as he hadn’t meant to speak aloud, and he was glad for the solitude of the small, lonely garden. Feeling self-conscious, he clamped his lips together and listened to make sure that he really was alone.

“That…” he began aloud once more, feeling sheepish. 

‘pull it together,’ he thought, sighing as he rolled up into a sitting position. 

“…shameful…dullard,” it came out as a painful whisper and he could feel his heart tear in one direction and splinter in the other. 

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System of a Down New Album Will not Happen Now.

The long-awaited new album of System of a Down got further apart after a statement by Shavo Odadjian during a live broadcast on his official Instagram account. When asked about the topic, Shavo replied:

“I know, I’m also waiting for a new album. It’s not happening, I do not know. I do not know when it will happen. It will not be now.” Click here to watch the video.

A live on the Instagram occurred last Sunday (02), after the presentation of the System of a Down in Hannover, Germany. Yesterday (05), the band performed their last performance on the European tour in Moscow, Russia. There are no plans for new shows and / or tours.

anonymous asked:

can you do 56 from the things you said prompts with peter parker please ?

Peter Parker + things you said in the spur of the moment

A/N: Heyy thanks for requesting enjoy bb!

Tags: @heyitsbabycindy @alessandra-writes @theregoesximena

A shriek emits from your mouth as cold water hits your bare arm, making you drop the hose in your hand.

“Peter! I’m going to kill you!”

Peter’s laugh sounds from the other side of the car and then another splash of water lands on your other arm. 

It was mid-June, a very hot day, perfect for a water fight. Or so Peter had decided. And of course, he had to use his powers to his advantage.

“Peter,” you start, stepping cautiously around the driveway “I swear if you splash o-” a cold bucket of water is dumped over your head.

A look of disbelief crosses your face as you turn around to look at Peter. Who looks like he is about to die of how much he’s laughing.

Although you’re really fucking mad at him for drenching you in cold water, your heart can’t help but leap as you look at his laughing form. Crinkles form in his eyes whenever he laughs like this, which of course you found absolutely enduring. Yup, you had been crushing on Peter since the beginning of summer, where you two grew incredibly close. He had told you he was Spider-man when you two got out of sophomore year and you felt special from the fact that he had trusted you. Then you realized you were in love with him and your world came to your feet. Now, you had to deal with him looking adorable 99.9% of the time without being able to kiss him.

“I’m sorry,” Peter breathes out, trying to stop his laughing, “I couldn’t help it.”

He finally regains his composure, now being able to look at your pouting face. Your brow is furrowed, making you look like a mad puppy. 

He giggles slightly again, making your angry face morph into one of confusion.

“What’s so funny, huh? Because this is definitely not funny.”

Peter lets out an involuntary laugh again, causing you to slap him on the shoulder. “Peter, it’s not funny,” you say, but the smile on your face speaks the contrary. 

He’s about to say something when a streak of sunlight slips through the trees overhead, giving you an angelic glow. To all your friends, it was a very painful thing to see how both of you were so fucking in love yet so fucking oblivious. And maybe to Peter the possibility of you actually liking him as more than a friend was utterly impossible.

A small smile makes its way to your face and Peter’s cheeks burn red when he realizes he’s been staring.

He feels his head touch cold water and then now he sees the water balloon in your hand and the huge smile on your face. “[Y/N]! Seriously?!” 

You both burst out into laughter and then Peter accidently blurts out without thinking:

“You’re really beautiful.”

Your laughter ceases into nervous giggling and Peter’s eyes widen like saucers.He tries to stutter out an apology, for what he doesn’t know. Because it’s not like he was lying or anything. Just as he begins to form a coherent apology, another water balloon hits his chest, making the awkward tension disappear.

“[Y/N], you are so gonna get it.”

Dating Lena Luthor (Dom!Reader) - Late at Night Series [NSFW]

Originally posted by itsreigncorpbitch

a/n: LOL guess who got inspired!! And guess what mood a particular someone is in!! I’m just gonna leave this here… and not look back… Anyway this is going to be a little bit of a collection, if you will, AND WE ARE CALLING IT THE LATE AT NIGHT SERIES because why shouldn’t we. We’ll see what I do with it tbh. Alright garbage monster, out!

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Your girlfriend, Lena Luthor, has the biggest praise kink. You’ve never felt so blessed in your entire life.

You often adopt a very particular persona when you engage in any sexual activities, and really, you’re not shocked about this part of yourself anymore - not that you ever were.

You like the thrill, you’re not a very domineering person generally and even throughout your high school years, you’d often found yourself wallowing in your inability to tell people no. You were a pushover, and luckily you grew out of that personality misstep once you graduated. So you grew up and embraced whatever fantasies you’d poured a cold bucket of water on and had repressed for so many years. It’s more fun this way, anyway. Whatever happens, happens.

Which is, to say, how you made the happy accidental discovery that Lena Luthor, CEO of Fortune 500 company L-Corp, likes to have her hair pulled. Roughly. Like, grab a handful of her hair and pull it towards you when you want to hear her moaning. Like, fuck her from behind and pull her hair towards you so you can whisper gruffly in her ear.

“Use your words, Lena.”

She mewls at your show of aggression, and you take a moment to relish in that sweet, low voice of hers not muffled by the pillow anymore. You pull again to show her you mean business. She whimpers, pushing her ass into your hips as you continue thrusting your hips and fuck her with your strap-on.

“I love it when you’re rough with me, baby.”

“Do you like it when I fuck you with this cock?”

“Yes, baby. Fuck me harder- oh! Please, baby!”

“You’re so good for me babygirl. Look at you, so needy and eager.”

Lena moans loudly and keeps rhythm with the thrusting of your hips, humming with utter pleasure.

“I love your ass, baby. I love it when you sit in my lap and ride me.” You palm at her asscheek as you continue your thrusting. Lena might know what you’re about to do, this non verbal signal that you two have become privy to, and you wait a few moments in silence as you continue your ministrations.

Lena glances over her shoulder and looks into your eyes, biting her lip as she sees the wordless question in your expression. She breaks tempo and circles her hips, grinding into you as you take confirmation.

“I love feeling you fucking me from behind. I never know what you’re going to do to me.” She glances back at your eyes one last time before she turns again, but not before a quick smack to her ass draws a sharp, pleased cry from her lips.

“Oh god, baby, yes!”

You thrust harder and splay your fingers over her back, rolling your hips in a steady wave. After a moment, you pull out of her and guide her onto her back, quickly enough for her not groan in frustration. You line your cock up to her pussy again, reentering her easily.

She grabs onto your sides, panting as you resume your ministrations, and she digs her nails into your skin. You brace your hands on either side of her head and roll your hips slowly, and you savour the long moan you drew out of Lena.

“Oh my god, baby you fuck me so good.”

You roll your hips again and lean off of your hands, moving instead gather both of her hands and pin them above her head. Your hand wraps easily around hers, and you lean onto your free hand and nuzzle into her neck, panting loudly that it vibrates against the skin just below her ear. You kiss her there and suck on the skin, keeping the steady roll of your hips as your cock grinds against her.

“I love that filthy mouth of yours, babygirl.” You nip at her ear and thrust harder, barely containing your smile as Lena arches her back, another loud cry piercing the air.

“I love how wet you get for me. I love how you show me how much you need me.” You bring yourself up and kiss her, Lena happily obliging. “I want you to come, babygirl. I want the neighbours to hear how well I treat you. Scream for me.”

The haze in her eyes grows heavier and she tilts her head further back into the pillow. It’s not long before she’s coming from the joint sensations of the strap-on’s unwavering pressure and your fingers rubbing on her clit. You’re not left disappointed as Lena moans her delight, chanting your name and other incoherent murmurings as you let her ride out her orgasm. Once she’s relaxed again, you smile at her as she opens her eyes and cups your face in her hands.

“Hi.” You smile dumbly at her, but happy.

“C’mere.” You let yourself get pulled down by her and meet her for a long, gentle kiss.

“You’re so beautiful. You know that?”

Her eyes squint as she smiles, nudging her nose against your cheek. “I know. You tell me often.”

“You should hear it all the time.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.”



That’s not to say your bedroom activities are left solely in the bedroom. There was the dangerous game of Lena whispering sweet nothings in your ear at the most inappropriate of places. Hearing her low voice telling you, “I want to suck on your fingers and fuck myself on your body until I can’t remember my name” when you’re standing in the cereal aisle didn’t help any.

Lena informing you that, “I didn’t listen to you when you helped me pick out what to wear” during a fundraiser gala that she brought you to as she guided your hand into her dress to let you know she wasn’t wearing any underwear guaranteed your very abrupt, very quick departure from the event as you could barely contain yourself.

Dating Lena is a series of games. Most notably, it all seems to be a matter of how much time do we have, and, who will hear us, as well as, you shouldn’t have told me that. It’s a series of how often can you find yourselves fucking against a door, or her condo wall, or in some semi-private bathroom stalls, or how long can you resist her whispering nasty shit into your ear that she knows will rile you up in just the right way.

She loves testing you, and you love that Lena is comfortable enough with you to toy with you and have her way with you - just so you can fuck her the way she wants right after. It’s an easy give and take, and you’ve both mastered the art. You love being that person to Lena.

Of course, besides the love and admiration you really have for the woman who’s become the softest part of your life, you also equally love the stroke of attention your ego gets when, particularly in the throes of great sex, “daddy” slips unbidden from under her breath, or she tells you airily, “you fuck me so good, you stud.”

For all the amazing sex you have and how understanding and wonderful she is about your concerns and quirks, and how radiant this woman becomes before, during, and after you make love, you find yourself falling more and more in love with her. The simplest truth is this, and this alone: you might top Lena most times, but you’d kill a man for her if she asked.

Telling The Boys You're Pregnant On Christmas Would Include...

-you guys had been trying for a kid for months
-so when you started to get sick and missed your period you immediately went to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test
-you wanted to tell Dick immediately but since Christmas was only a week away it could wait
-you decided to tell him in a cute manner
-you wrapped two small little santa boots up
-you placed the gift sneakily under the manor’s Christmas tree
-when it was time to open gifts you made sure to leave the present for last
-“Hey there’s one more gift!” You watched as Stephanie grabbed the small gift, “It’s for Dick.”
-at first Dick was confused, you had already given him his gift
-he ripped it open curiosity getting the best of him
-“I think they’re a few sizes to small.” Dick joked
-“They aren’t for you.” That’s when it hit Dick and the rest of the family
-he jumped on you like an excited dog
-Dick stared to pepper your face with kisses and made sure not to hurt you when hugging you
-he wouldn’t let his family too close to you that night
-he had you wrapped up in his arms all night making sure to have one hand near your stomach


-it was totally unexpected and you had no idea how he would react
-you had been throwing up a lot lately but you blamed it on the bad weather
-Jason urged you to go the doctor but you dismissed his pleas telling him it was just the stomach flu
-that’s until you noticed that you were getting rounder and alarm bells rang off in your head
-you went to the doctor and that’s how you found out you were pregnant
-you were able to get ultrasound pictures, you put them in a red envelope with Jason’s name and planned to give it to him once he came home from patrol
-he came around the last few hours of Christmas Eve
-you couldn’t wait so you handed him the envelope
-he gave you a questioning look but opened it nonetheless
-his jaw fucking dropped and you were scared he didn’t want the baby
-but that’s until he started crying and pulled you into a hug exclaiming how happy he was
-he showered you with so much love it was overwhelming


-our poor Tim
-you decided to come straight with it
-no surprise, no nothing
-you told him at the manor with the whole family around
-he freaking fainted
-Dick tried to stop him from hitting the floor but Tim fell forward slamming his face on the floor
-while Tim was unconscious and the boys were trying to wake you up the girls and Bruce were congratulating you
-the boys finally woke up Tim with a cold ice bucket of water and slaps to the face
-the second he got up he hugged you tight, mind you soaking wet
-but you didn’t mind you were too happy to care and so was he, he didn’t even try to get revenge on his brothers


-you would tell him in cute way
-you bought a mug and at the bottom of it, it had the words ‘you’re gonna be a dad’
-you went to the manor’s kitchen and served him some hot cocoa in the mug you bought
-the whole family was watching Christmas movies when he finally got to the bottom of the cup
-he literally jumped up so fast that the mug slipped out his grasp and hit Tim square in the nose
-the whole family gathered around the mug that was now on Tim’s lap and once they saw the message everyone began to surround and congratulate you
-Damian would not stop saying how lucky he was
-a few minutes later he stood up
-“where are you going?”
-“I have to go buy stuff for the baby!”
-he didn’t listen he still bought stuff, even if the baby wasn’t even two months yet

Room of Requirement

DAY FOUR of #SanversWeek: Hogwarts AU. Contained in this fanfic is some sweet sanvers first time hogwarts sex. It was surprisingly easy to write.

@404artnotfound i will continue to shout out olive because she’s literally the best.

[Read on AO3]

There aren’t a lot of places in this god forsaken castle that you can be alone.

Actually, that’s incorrect.

There aren’t a lot of places in this god forsaken castle that you can truly be alone. Down every corridor, in every classroom, in the library, the bathrooms, the dormitories, there is someone- or something- waiting to interrupt them. In even the darkest, least frequented hallways there are ghosts roaming around, looking to cure their paranormal loneliness with a conversation, or a painting of some old wizard who, despite his intense denial of the fact, comes across a little bigoted.

And Maggie is all too aware of this fact. She’s all too aware because for three and a half months, her and Alex have only managed to slip hands under t-shirts before some first year, or some ghost, or some pestering painting alarms the crap out of them with an out of the blue reprimand. And seriously, getting scolded by the portrait of an ex-potions teacher from the 1400s with a frightening resemblance to Maggie’s homophobic great aunt is a real mood killer.

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A Klance Oneshot

Lance goes through some old junk and stumbles upon an old present that makes ponder about his relationship, and how lucky he feels.

(An attempt at a Klance oneshot inspired by sevenfivetwo’s VLDKdrama au! It’s more on the domestic and fluffy side of things, at least I hope so, and could be seen as a season finale, Lol. Idk but my writings terrible, so tread carefully.)

Lance found himself staring at a black leather choker one quiet afternoon. He had been looking through boxes of old junk to throw out and make way for some new junk. It had taken a couple of weeks for the mini-mountains of their boxed stuff to finally be reduced to three little ones, each holding simple and common things that seemed too important to throw away.

There were dried pens, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon trading cards, scraps of paper filled with faded scribbles and smudged pencil marks, and other such things. Lance started to separate the stuff into piles, one the absolutely-throw-out pile and the other the ask-Keith-later pile. It went on for awhile, Lance sitting crossed legged on the floor and nosily looking through old things. 

And then came the black leather choker.

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Word Total: 1596

Request: Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I request a poe x reader where she is his x wing engenieer/meachanic and best friends who are in love with one another. Then he finds out she is a Skywalker then they get into an argument because he think shes didn’t trust him enough to tell him from the start.? Thank you so much ! Your amazing❤

Pairing:  Poe x Reader

Notes: I love you nonnie~!! You’re mazing too \^^/

The initial sunrays painted the partially black horizon; metallic collisions along with curses resonated through the inactive, central command infrastructure of the Resistance.

“How in the name of the galaxy—”

Frustrated growls were heard from a small, metallic structure; far away from the living accommodations in consideration of the noises. A series of small explosions were heard followed by a huge crash. A small woman stood in front of a partial destroyed X-Wing; white, dense fumes came out of the second valve of the secondary motor. Her hands were on her hips tapping her feet rapidly against the white pavement. “Not my fault”

The petite female turned around and glared at the source of the voice, “You got something,” Poe Dameron signaling his left cheek, he coughed trying to disguise his laughter. The woman’s face was covered with oil and her H/C stick to different directions from her head. Her only response was a tilt of her head. Poe sighed; standing in front of her he put his thumb in his mouth— Y/N raised her hand and pushed Poe’s hand away. “—right, sorry,” he said rubbing the back of his neck looking at the ground.

“That’s disgusting, Poe” Y/N said rubbing her cheek with the sleeve of her uniform. “There are a lot of germs, on saliva. Not to mention to different pathogens—”

“You don’t seem to complain when I kiss you,” Poe said winking at her with a smirk on his face.  

Poe’s face was so close to her; she could make the distinctive indents of time on his face: the laughing lines adorning the perimeter of his mouth, that characteristic indentation of his nose, that stubborn curl on his forehead, small creases on the sides of his warm, brown eyes. Their breath mixed on the small space between them. “Shut up!” Y/N pushed Poe away and made a beeline towards the small squared-mirror behind her. A dark, red blush covered her cheeks; taking a small towel she dipped it in the cold water on the small bucket beside her. From the reflective surface, she could see Poe looking at her. The redness on her cheek augmented and she furiously started to rub off the black smudge from her face. “What are you doing here?”

It had been months since they started dating— since then, they become best friends, after all, they had plenty of time to be together. She was the lead mechanical engineer for the Resistance.

Poe looked at Y/N and smiled opening his arms; she raised an eyebrow crossing her arms across her chest. “Remember, when I told you about the map that the General was looking for?” Y/N nodded, not understanding what the point was— Poe clapped his hand and with childish glee took her hands in his and started to twirl around the small shop. “Rey went looking for him” Y/N pursed her lips; she had busy repairing spaceships that she had no idea what was going on in reality.


“Luke Skywalker”

Y/N froze at the mention of that name, it can’t be; he had abandoned her— “Y/N, hey are you—” Poe stopped and looked at Y/N. She seemed in very deep thought, her hands laid limp on her side; her knuckles were turning white. “Y/N, babe” he cautiously put a hand on her shoulder. She pushed his hand away, Poe was about to protest but stopped seeing her teary eyes. “Y/N”

“When is he arriving?” Y/N said blinking, trying to hide the fact that she was about to cry. How could he? Her fath— that man that donated 50% of her DNA structure to show his face in front of her. She bit her lip trying to contain her anger. Y/N didn’t want to explain Poe why all her tools were floating in the middle of the shop. “Today?”

“In a few hours,” Poe answered; Y/N walked towards her small working space and started to pack a few things on the small, worn duffel bag below her. “What are you doing?” She ignored him and continued to put things in the bag. “Y/N—”

“Am I interrupting something?”

General Organa took tentative towards the couple; she frowned seeing tears on Y/N’s face. “Dear, is something wrong?” Y/N kept silent trying to contain the hiccups escaping her lips. The rebellion leader looked at Poe; he sighed and rubbed his arm.

“I told her about your brother’s arrival—”

“Y/N, dear look at me” Leia put a hand on the younger female, Y/N’s eyes were teary and her nose was red. “Does he know?” the general asked, Y/N shook her head and sadly glanced at Poe.

The doors opened and the three of them turned around to see a man with a large cape, gray hair regarding Y/N solely. “What are you doing here?” Y/N’s tone lack respect, it was vile as she glared at the man. “TELL ME!” Poe flinched and looked at the General.

“Oh, sorry” Rey entered the room; she could sense anger radiating from the petite woman between Poe and the General.

Y/N scoffed biting her lip, “I see,” She could easily recognize that lightsaber everywhere, while it hanged from Rey’s hip; that small wooden box that her father told her it was forbidden. “I wasn’t worthy enough, hn?”  Y/N shook her head, her father had ignored her and instead, he had trained her cousin… and just one day disappeared.

Poe looked confused, between Y/N and the man. The animosity between— well the man looked unresponsive as Y/N threw insults in his direction. He glanced at Rey who observed as confused as he was. “Y/N— ”

“Shut up, just shut up!” Y/N darkly stated, Poe shivered in fear her voice it sounded so different from her usual tone, hell it didn’t even sound like hers. It was like she had turned into a different person.

“Y/N, my love; calm down—” Y/N felt a dark force invading her insides, she felt it— for a moment she felt powerful. She shook her head and put a hand on her chest. “Don’t let it control you”

“Did he just—” Poe stopped seeing different objects started to levitate around them. Y/N face was red, something was off; her eyes— he was about to get near her when she turned to look at him. Panic was written all over her face. “Y/N—” all the things suddenly obey the law of gravity and clattered around them.

“What’s going on?” Rey asked she had taken off the words from Poe’s mouth. Y/N stay silent trying to regain her normal breathing pattern. But that dark force tried to crawl to her soul again, bad memories started to feel her unconscious. Her father had chosen to train an unknown girl instead of his blood. Given his lightsaber without question, how could he!

“Y/N, she is my daughter” Luke confessed looking at Rey, then at Poe.

“Luke, you should’ve waited—”

“Wait, wait… you mean to tell me that” The three pairs of eyes settled on Poe. “That he is Luke Skywalker” Rey nodded with a smile. “So that means… Y/N is a Skywalker” Poe glanced at Y/N.

“I am sorry; you had to find it like this—”

“But she was Y/N Solo, I thought that—”

“He is not my father!” Y/N said with a cold tone, “He is merely a sperm donor” she narrowed her eyes, Luke shook his head; “No? You left me here! Alone!” Tears run down her cheeks. Poe put a hand on her shoulder.  “You left me, Han Solo was my father. You’re nothing to me” she spat and sharply turned around.

“Why did you never told me? I thought you trusted me? I told you everything about me. My fears, hopes and—” Y/N looked at Poe. “I love you, Y/N. What else did you lie about?” he seriously asked. She knew all his secrets, whether small or big she knew everything about him.

“Thank you, father, you ruined once again” Y/N started to slowly clap; Poe frowned and took Y/N wrist. She glared at him, “What?” she said tugging her wrist but it was futile he was stronger than her. He dragged her to the corners of the small shop to have a more private talk.

“This is not his fault, you could’ve told me from the start. I would never tell a soul if you were so ashamed of it” Poe shook his head in disappointed. Y/N growled in frustration and started to pace like a caged animal. “Relationships are built in trust. Not in lies, Y/N. You have broken my trust, Y/N.”  He hissed running his hands through his dark curls. “Why did you never told me?”

Y/N took off running instead of answering Poe; the emergency exit wasn’t far away. Now she had shown, she was truly like her father run away from the problems.  She could take an X-Wing and disappeared just like her father. Sound like a plausible plan— but wait, she had never asked Poe to teach her how to pilot the damn ship. It couldn’t be that hard if her grandfather and father were the best pilots why couldn’t she?

Y/N panted, she had never run so far in her life; all she ran was from her little room to the shop. “Took you long enough” Y/N turned around and saw a man with black robes and a silver and black mask. She was about to run again when an invisible force forced her to stop. “You haven’t changed a bit, Y/N/N”


Familiar: Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Angst?, torture

A/N: I got an idea for a storyline to continue this oneshot, so I’m gonna make it a few parts long (probably 5)!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Y/H/C: Your Hair Colour

Part 1

Every time you tensed your arms, the metal cuffs that held you to the chair dug into your wrists - deepening the cuts and making you bite back hisses of pain. You try your hardest not to tense in anticipation, but you can’t help trying to recoil as an agent throws an ice cold bucket of water on you.

Your heart rate picks up again, your body trying to fight off the cold, and you instinctively hold your breath as another agent presses the big, red button that sent electricity through the chair; and then, through your damp body. You’d been biting back cries of agony for so long now that you’d torn skin off of your lip, and you knew that if this torture continued you’d bite right through it.

This was a new position for you. You’d seen dozens Hydra agents strapped to this chair over the decades, but you’d never experienced the pain yourself. You’d never disappointed a head of Hydra before. You were definitely setting a new record for how long you were surviving through this torture - all the agents before you didn’t have superhuman healing.

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Forgiven: 707/MC

based on a prompt someone on AO3 gave me where Seven and MC get into their first big fight

Summary: Saeyoung says something incredibly stupid in a fit of rage, now he has to redeem himself.

Words: 2740

Rating: T (some swearing)

This was bad. He was allowed to hate himself, for many years he did just that, the reality of it never really bothered him but this … no this was too much to take in. It started with a snide comment, one of his own regrettably, that was spoken out of jealousy and worry. She had returned late, as she had done more frequently as of late, and Saeyoung was beside himself with desperation. Even though she’d told him that day’s meeting would be at one of the benefactors private cottages out in the countryside, meaning no chance to peep on security feeds, Saeyoung had tried anyways. All day he spent trying to worm his way into personal home security feeds, or the cameras installed in the chauffeur vehicles she’d be riding in to no avail. In fact he’d ignored his own work completely in an attempt to track her down; he was unaccustomed to not seeing her for long periods of time. Not to mention that her cellphone was seemingly out of battery or she were in a no-service zone for she’d neglected to respond to any of his text messages. In truth he was beside himself and as each minute passed his aggravation and irrational frustration swelled.  Saeran, who was almost entirely normalized to his brother’s oddly possessive behaviour was even slightly taken aback. When he came in to tell him he’d be going out with Yoosung and Zen in a while Saeyoung barely paid him any heed.

“Oi, did you hear what I just said-” Saeran grumbled, eyeing his brother as his fingers worked speedily at his keyboard.

“Be quiet for a moment would ya?” Saeyoung grunted in response, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, screen glare reflected in his lenses.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry to spam you, but is it ok to ask extra 'who' questions for harlos? Things like, who fell in love first? Who flirted the most before they started dating? Who was oblivious to the other one flirting? Who confessed first (and were they rejected at first?) Who goes to the other person's friends for advice? If you don't mind answering?

Aww, don’t worry about. I don’t mind at all sweet Anony. Headcanons are pretty fun to do ^.^ As for your questions!

Who fell in love first?
- Harry did. He tried to fight it though cause this was one of those traitors. But Carlos being the nice guy that he is did his best to welcome Harry properly and put their past behind them. Harry was gone after that.

Who flirted the most before they started dating?
- Definitely Harry. The pirate flirts with anything that moves. So he packs it on pretty thick when Carlos is concerned.

Who was oblivious to the other one flirting?
- Carlos, he’s never been good with relationships. So he’s pretty blind when Harry actually tries to flirt with him. Carlos just kind of thinks he’s being overly friendly especially since the damn pirate flirts with everyone else (but Carlos gets special attention)

Who confessed first and were they rejected at first?
- Surprisely, Carlos confessed first. It did take Evie to finally point out that Harry was excessively flirting with him, and man, was that like a cold bucket of water being tossed on him. He thought back to all their interactions and actually blushed(much to Evie’s delight). After mulling it over, Carlos went and told Harry…Definitely wasn’t rejected. Harry couldn’t stop grinning for a week.

Who goes to the other person’s friends for advice?
- Carlos wants to make sure everything is okay with Uma and Gil and make sure they don’t mind them dating. But he also always goes to Uma when Harry’s temper gets the better of him and he needs to know how to deal with it. Harry doesn’t go to the others for advice, its more like they come to him to give him advice(and some threats). Jay and Mal like to catch him alone and threaten him with harm as they offer him advice. Evie answers any and all his questions sweetly, but he doesn’t miss the thinly veiled threats between her words.

passengers (2820)

one week before hyperion reaches habitat 7, the pathfinder team is brought out of cryogenic stasis. their first obstacle: shouldering the weight of what they’ve left behind.

scott ryder/liam kosta. 5886 words, sfw, falling in love over improper use of the tempest group chat. written for fun 15 days before andromeda’s launch so everything is Probably Very Wrong

DISCLAIMER: this fic is not based explicitly on the andromeda gameplay that’s been revealed so far, but there are still a few canon bits hidden here and there. if you don’t want to read spoilers then please don’t read.

The first thing Liam Kosta thinks after six-hundred years of cryogenic stasis is: Am I awake?

And then, when it’s apparent that he is: We made it, right? Did we make it?

And after that he isn’t thinking much of anything but thank God, thank God– are the others–? Oh my God, thank God, because no amount of experience in the field could really prepare anybody for something like this, and they’d known that going in.

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