couldn't do it all cause it's quite long but i hope this is okay!

anonymous asked:

I didn't realize you're blog got deleted until I tried to find the prequel story you wrote for the coat thief and couldn't find it? I was wondering if you could post it again?? thank you!

(a reupload of a prequel to the coat thief)

BB-8 is the prototype of a new version of astromech, and Designation: Engineer/Creator is still debating the advantages of a completely circular design in comparison to a more traditional wheeled model, when it’s passed off to a pilot for a test run.

Designation: Master-Poe Dameron is a stocky humanoid with a T-70 X-Wing starfighter painted in a signature black chrome, which hums pleasantly around BB-8 the first time it’s lifted into the droid socket. When they’re introduced, Master-Poe kneels down, perhaps to inspect it more closely because of its unorthodox appearance, or to judge its suitability for flight.

“Hey there, little guy.”

[Greetings, Master-Poe,] says BB-8 formally. Master-Poe pulls a face, which means that BB-8 is even less impressive than expected. It tries not to be disappointed, because after all it appears that its new master can speak binary, which is a pleasant surprise.

“I… do you have to call me that?” Master-Poe asks.

[Protocol dictates terminology for a droid’s owner,] says BB-8, because this should be obvious. Master-Poe just scratches his chin thoughtfully, and then presses a gentle hand to its round head.

“Yeah, alright,” Master-Poe says, “I’ll figure out something to fix that. But for the moment, let’s see how you fly.”

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So a while ago slayerchronicles and I were discussing ‘steamy Saphael’ and this was the end product (it’s probably not what you’re thinking). And I just wanted to say a huge thank you to raphaelsantiagosavedhimself for helping me out, being an inspiration and just generally being amazing all the time. Without further ado, I give you this fic.
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Simon couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment, and just sleep. After a long demon hunt, that’s always what he really wanted to do. However, he rarely got the chance. Today was no exception. The second he opened the door, he was overwhelmed with sudden heat. It even managed to fog up his glasses.

After a moments hesitation, Simon slipped through the door, only to be confronted by steam. He could barely see anything beyond two feet in front of him. Simon fumbled around, trying to fins the switch on the wall so he could turn his fan on. After a short while, he found it. As soon as the steam starting clearing from the hallway, he could clearly see the source of where it was coming from. The kitchen.

Simon couldn’t even begin to fathom what was causing all this steam, but he had to keep his guard up. For all he knew, it was a demon. He grabbed for the nearest thing he could use as a weapon, a coat hanger, and slowly made his way towards the kitchen.

As soon as Simon approached the kitchen door, coat hanger raised, ready to attack, he heard something. And it was someone humming. Simon would recognise that hum anywhere. He dropped the coat hanger, his weapon if choice, and made his way into the kitchen.

There, standing right in front of the stove, was none other than Raphael Santiago. He had a pan on the stove, and appeared to be throwing ingredients in.

“You know that I know that you’re there, right?” Raphael asked, his accent slightly influencing the way he pronounces words.

“One, that’s creepy, and two, how?”

“You learn, Simon.”

“What are you doing, anyway?” Simon was genuinely curious as to what in the world Raphael was doing.

“Dios, I thought it was obvious. Cooking, Lewis, I’m cooking.” Simon had no idea why Raphael was cooking. But then again, Simon rarely had an idea when it came to Raphael. The other boy really was quite unpredictable.

“Why?” Simon couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you incredibly thick-headed, or isn’t it as obvious as I thought? I mean, Lewis, there are only two of us here, and only one of us that can eat proper food. Now, have you worked it out?” Oh. It was for Simon. He didn’t know how he hadn’t worked it out sooner. It really was startlingly obvious when you thought about it.

“Thanks, but why?”

“Is 'why?’ all you can ask, Lewis? Or are you just incredibly confused? And to answer your question, it’s because I know you. When you come back from a hunt, you just go to bed without eating. And that’s not good for you. So, here I am, cooking for the first time in 50 years, so you can get some food into your mouth, idiota.”

“That was really sweet until the end, you know.”

“Now, it’s almost done. Go change out of your gear, and then come eat.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I said it before, but it means a lot.” At that comment, Raphael finally turned around to face Simon. His dark, curly hair was falling in his eyes, and he had a smirk on his face.

“Alright, alright, enough with the mushy talk. Shoo! Come back when you’re not wearing your gear.”

Simon had never felt more loved in his life.

prince-hanamakin  asked:

;;; I just skimmed through a Zen angst while having my presentation slides done and now it's heavily affecting me n wow i feel down;; could u make RFA and MC's angsty fluff where both of them try to make up for a heavy fight they just had?

I decided to do scenarios for this one cause I was in a serious writing mood and I love angst with potentially happy endings! Also I’m so sorry that this took so long, it got out of hand and my school life has been hell on earth lately. Under cut cause this is so damn long.

- Aisia <3

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anonymous asked:

Could we get something from Leo's POV in your PC 'verse from back when he used to work two jobs? Could it have fluff in it?

A/N: self-indulgent pc leo fluff coming right up !


Leo was really lucky to have his job—they usually didn’t hire anyone his age, but since he was legally emancipated, and a college student, and passed their self-defense assessment with flying colors, they made an exception.

His immediate supervisor was ex-Navy, built like a tank and as solid as a brick wall, and he was one of the kindest men Leo had ever met. He was born in the states, but most of his family still lived overseas, and he had pictures of all his nieces and nephews in his wallet.

He thought sensei really would have liked him.

“What kinda training do you have, anyway?” Usagi asked, still laughing, while a red-faced Leo bowed over the report he was scribbling out and did his best not to make eye-contact. “I have never seen someone use a broom like that before—like it was a sword.”

“Well, he—he startled me,” Leo said defensively. “He was drunk, and upsetting the patrons, I didn’t expect him to—”

Always expect them to,” the man said, smile fading just a little into something more serious. “I don’t want to have to make the call to your parents the day you end up in the hospital when some mook with a pocket knife gets the better of you because you didn’t expect him to. That’s what those two weeks of training were for, Leonardo.”

Leo felt himself go a little stiff, heart aching at the accidental jab, but he squared his shoulders and nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

He didn’t see it when Usagi’s eyes softened, and whatever the man started to say was interrupted by the receptionist on the phone intercom.

Hey boys, are you free?”

“Sure, Ame, the kid and I are on break. Gen has the floor. What do you need?”

Leo’s got some visitors.”

Leo’s head snapped up at that, and he stood from the desk, report forgotten. “How many of them?”

Only two,” Ame said with a knowing lilt to her voice. Leo could picture her smiling into the phone. “They’re on their way back already, I just thought I’d give you the heads up.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

You’re welcome, sweetie. And if I don’t see you before I leave, Merry Christmas!”

The door rattled open about two seconds after the line disconnected, and then Leo had an armful of little brother.

“Hi, Leo!”

“Hi, Mikey.” He couldn’t help but smile, even as he added, “You know you’re not supposed to come see me at work. What if I was busy?”

“You weren’t though,” came the unrepentant reply. “And besides, it’s Christmas Eve—I brought you cookies!”

“Sorry, Leo,” Donnie said from the door, not sounding very sorry at all. “He bribed me.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you tell us some analysis for hope and lightning? Hehe it just makes me really happy to read stuff about them

I’ve had this sitting in my inbox for ages because I didn’t really know what to say other than ;SLKDJF;LIWEJ  THEY’RE PERFECT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

But I was talking to shadowmeowth about some things a couple of days ago and I want to spaz about the survival knife, and why it can be seen as totally OTP-tastic

This mass of feelings contains major LR spoilers

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Age Gap - Requested (Ashton)

This was requested by Anon (hello, i was wondering if you could do an Ashton imagine where you’re almost 3 years younger than him so he likes to take care of you and make sure you’re still with him and ok when walking through crowds and just being like really cutely overprotective) ENJOY!!!

‘I don’t wanna move’ you whine, lying on the made bed with your eyes closed. You feel the bed dip and hear Ashton moving about, then a pressure on your belly, you open one eye to see him resting his head on you.

'You don’t have to come, I could meet you after’ he offers.

'No, no I want to come, let me just wake up a little’ you tell him closing your eyes again and you hear him chuckle, then his head moves again, you feel his hot breath on your face. You open one eye to see him smirking above you, he comes closer his lips brushing your. 'I have a way to wake you up’ he whispers before pressing his lips to your, you arts you lips right away to allow his tongue in, he moans into your mouth and you fist his hair. There is a knock, you both ignore it, you bit down a little on his lip and he moans again, until there is another knock.

Ashton drops his head into your neck and sighs, ‘that’s all the waking up we have time for’ you laugh and he chuckles as he climbs off you. And heads straight for the door, you see Michael and give him a small wave. ‘Morning’ you smile as you walk past and he ruffles your hair a little.

You head down the elevator with Ashton and Michael. ‘I swear I’m never gonna find a girl that will wake up with me at five in the morning to watch me at the studio’ Michael bursts out; you smile a little at his comment.

'Probably not mate cause you spend all your time with mine’ Ashton teases and you playfully glare at him and slide your arm around Michael waist and cuddle into his side, 'don’t be mean to Michael’ you kiss Michael cheek, making Ashton glare at the both of you as you and Michael laugh, the elevator doors open and Ashton grabs your hand, holding it tight.

'Luke and Calum are already out with fans there are loads of them’ Michael cheers skipping off towards the door, Ashton pulls you a little closer. 'You okay babe?’ He whispers as he kisses your temple, you nod and smile up at him as you step out, the screams filling your ears, Ashton pulls you over to the fans, they greet you and are lovely but as soon as Ashton let’s go of your hand you walk ahead to the car.

’(Y/N)’ you hear your name called and turn to see a guy, he is wearing a band shirt and as two other girls with him and a little girl. You smile and step towards them. You spend a couple of minutes chatting, when you look up you notice the nice group of fans has turned into a huge, loud, dangerous crowd of fans, you can’t see the boys or any of the security, you’re not far from the car, actually only a couple of feet away so you excuse yourself and turn to walk to the car, knowing it would be the safest place but you freeze hearing a huge shout.

'STOP!’ The crowd slowly grow quieter and you hear Ashton shout 'THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL, CAN ANYONE SEE (Y/N)!’ you close your eyes and shake your head a little what the hell is he doing, you stand on your tiptoes and wave your arm 'Here’ you shout, fans start to move a little and Ashton comes into view he starts to rush over bit you shake your head. 'I’ll wait in the car’ you tell him and slide into the back seat.

That was the most embarrassing thing in your life; he made you look like you can’t look after yourself, Jesus he makes you look like a little kid. Maybe that’s how he does think of you, as a little kid. You try not to think about it too much; age gaps have never meant anything to you until dating Ashton. All your friends are dating guys a little older, three years really is nothing but the media and fans have been making it a huge part of our relationship and it’s starting to bug you.

The boys start to pile in the car, Calum and Luke first they are talking about something until Calum slides over to sit next to you and smile a little. ‘You okay?’ He asks and you nod, ‘Lier what’s up?’ Luke adds in.

'Did you guys not find that whole, can find (Y/N) thing a little over the top?’ You ask, Luke shrugs and looks out the window and you see Calum try go look away. 'So you did?’ You pressure.

'We were just saying it was a little too much, and to do it in front of all the fans, we never know how some will react to that you know, you could get more hate from it, they might feel like he cares more about you than them which of course he does but when he is with them he should you know be with them, plus it make you look like a little ch…’

'Guys’ Luke whispers and you both look to see Ashton coming towards the car, and stop talking about it, Calum goes to move seats but you hold his wrist to tell him to stay and he does.

'Babe are you okay? Why did you walk off? I was so worried, when the crowd got bigger, I dunno what could have happened to you, don’t do that again’ he rambles, you want to tell him you’re not a child but you know he is only doing it because he cares well that’s what you hope.

'I can look after myself Ash’ you chuckle a little to make it light but he shakes his head, 'Not against all them you can’t’ and again you feel like a kid being scolded, you don’t reply, don’t nod, you do nothing but turn and watch the fans as we drive past.

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'She’s super sweet, I like her, I mean sure she’s a little different but the boys don’t judge’ you try to reassure Michael but he still looks worried.

'It’s not them I’m worried about, it’s the fans. I dunno if she would want to deal with it’ he explains, you nod a little 'and she could do so much better, she should be getting wined and dined by some upcoming lawyer, someone one who will be there when she needs them’ you shake your head.

'Michael just because you’re not there doesn’t mean you’re not there’ you tell him but laugh at your own words and he chuckles too. 'As happy as I am that make you smile, you know what I mean’ you tell him and he nods. 'I guess’.

'What you two talking about?’ Ashton asks as he flops on the sofa next to you, his fingers entwining with yours. 'She’s helping me with some girl things’ Michael chuckles.

'Ohhh relationship guru are you?’ Ashton teases and you flash him a goofy smile. 'How can you give relationship advice when you have only had one relationship?’ Ashton asks, you know he is just teasing but it reminds you again on your inexperience but you stick out your tongue and he kisses you.

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'So boys a question that has come in a few times from your fans is asking if you would date a fan or a girl younger and if so how much younger?’ The male interviewer asks you pull your knees up under your chin; you’re sat on the floor in the room with the security and could of crew members watching the boys do their interview.

'We get asked this so much’ Michael laughs 'I would date a fan, I guess I mean as long as they aren’t screaming in your face then they are just girls you know’ he explains.

'Yeah I think it’s the same, but it could be a little weird if they know everything about you when you meet’ Luke adds.

'Yeah you’d have to play catch up’ Calum laughs 'I would date someone younger too, I dunno I hate these questions cause I think you date people because you like them it doesn’t matter if they are a little younger or a fan you know?’ He explains and the female interview coos.

'Very good answer Calum, Ashton your girlfriend is younger than you right? What that like?’ She asks, you see Ashton shrug.

'I mean it’s the same I guess, I don’t reply think about it. It’s weird sometimes when I talk about something I did when I was a kid or something I watched and she looks at me blank and I realise like she doesn’t know them or something’ Ashton explains and you feel yourself get a little annoyed that he labelled it as weird.

'But she’s the nicest girl in the world and she’s so go damn innocent’ Michael cuts in 'Yeah I feel like we have corrupted her’ Ashton laughs.

'Sometimes if we do something like overly weird in front of her or if Ashton is in like his grumpy mood he let shouts at us for swearing around her or something’ Calum explains.

'Oh one time we were shopping, and there were loads of fans outside so Ashton was on like high alert and (Y/N) went to look at video games with Michael and Ashton couldn’t find her he was like shouting her name and this guy asked if he has lost his daughter, it was hilarious’ Luke tells the story Calum and Michael laughing but Ashton shakes his head.

'And we got back and he was like pulling his hair out and she was just like, we got new games’ Michael finishes.

'It wouldn’t happen if you didn’t run off with her’ Ashton glares at Michael but chuckles at the same time.

'She sounds like quite the girl. So you would all date younger girls?’ The male interviewer asks.

'Yeah’ they answer and nod.

'So you’re happily in a relationship Ashton, and the age doesn’t freak you out, cause it’s like three years right?’ The woman asks and you roll your eyes.

'Yeah it’s three years, when I like over think it I feel like a bit of a creeper when I think I was three and she wasn’t born or when I was eighteen she was only fifteen but I try not to think of it like that’ he explain and you done, heard enough you stand up and slip out without anyone noticing, you get in the first taxi you see and head back to the hotel. You shower and climb in bed not wanting to do anything for the rest of the day you grab your iPad and go on netflics, popping your ear phones on.

Your half way through your film when you notice Ashton come in, you don’t look at him or purse your film you just ignore him, he takes off his jackets and throws it over the chair and then he watches you, you can feel his eyes on you as you try to concentrate on the film, but he rips a bud from your ear.

'Where did you go?’ He looks annoyed and you throw the iPad on the bed beside you and sit up on the edge of the bed.

'I came back Ashton, is that I problem, should I have waited for you to hold my hand while I crossed the road’ you snap.

'What the fuck is wrong with you today, I don’t know what I have done wrong’ he shouts throwing his arms up.

'You’re always treating me like a fucking kids Ashton, this morning with the fans, shouting me like that it was embarrassing, I get enough shit from them without you making me look like a complete useless piece of shit’ you yell.

'If I embarrass you so much why are you here?’ He screams.

'Because I thought I was touring with my boyfriend not my fucking dad’

'What’s that meant to mean?’

'You treat me like a kid all the fucking time. I don’t get my three years is so strange for you. The fans, the media I can handle them going in about it but for you to agree it’s weird I hate it’ you explain, your started with a shout but the more you spoke the quitter you got.

'I don’t think about it..’ He starts but you cut him off 'I know you don’t, because when you do you feel like a creeper right.’ You snap, he doesn’t speak and neither do you the only sound in the room coming from your heavy breaths.

'I don’t need looking after Ashton, I don’t need you to remind me of how shit I was without you, I can’t be with someone that treats me like I kid. I can’t walk to a car by myself, I can’t do anything alone. I hate that you feel like you have to protect me from everything..’

'I do, that’s my job, not because your younger but because your my girl, it my job to protect you, and I do it because I live you so fucking much that thinking of you getting hurt kills me. I don’t care that your three years younger, I wouldn’t care if it was four years or if you were older because I love you so much. And I’m sorry if you feel like I treat you wrong but that’s me, I’m over protective, I’m a little too much sometimes bit it’s all for you’ he explains, you stand frozen, your eyes locked with his from across the room.

'Did you say you love me?’ You ask, your voice strained, he smiles a little and nods. 'Cause that’s the first time anyone ever said that too me so it’s gonna be another first’ you laugh a little.

'Well it’s a first for me to say it, I love you’ you smiles and you run over, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him, to crash your lips to him as his hands hold the back of your thighs. 'I love you too’

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spoon-full-of-suga  asked:

Can you do a scenario where your watching a movie in between Jungkook and Jhope and you accidentally fall asleep, then they fight over you and start to do cute things that they couldn't do when you were awake.(like hold your hands and play with your hair) ;)

Hope you like it! ~ it was so cute and fluffy

You can barely hold open your eyes, even with the movie blasting fake bombs in your face, you can’t seem to stay awake. It’s been a long time since you’ve been able to relax with your two best friends, Jungkook and Hoseok. Although, you wished it was a time when you weren’t supposed to be sleeping. With them being idols and all, they don’t have very much freedom on where and when they can be with you. Your hair pulled back into a ponytail combined with sweatpants, an old t-shirt and, of course, popcorn creates a perfect night in.

“Yah,” Jungkook pokes you lightly in the side, “Don’t fall asleep! This is the best part!”

“Why, Jungkook, are we re-watching Spiderman 3,” You pause dramatically, throwing your hands towards the television, “for the third time.”

“It’s a good movie!” Hoseok has stopped watching and begins defending his younger brother.

You sit in between them, almost uncomfortably sandwiched together on the small sofa. Shifting in your seat, you try to push them away, “You two are sitting too close, move your big asses’ outta my way.”

The loud one takes this as a cue to be pesky by moving to sit completely on your lap, “Hehehe, is this better?”

Under his weight, you begin to wheeze, punching lightly at his toned body. “Y-you’re too heavy!” The maknae only laughs in appreciation at his hyung’s silliness.

“Why are you so grumpy?”

You’ve noticed you were, obviously, feeling pissy. Even with Jungkook and Hoseok being sweethearts by fetching all the food, letting you have a blanket and even sitting in the middle. The smiling man on your lap slides off but continues to stay in contact with your body. His concerned eyes cause a little spout of guilt to take root in the pit of your stomach. At first, you just cross your arms, sinking back into the couch and pouting. As the pit begins to grow into a hateful flower, you mumble a small apology, “I&rsquo;m just tired.”

Jungkook pulls his knee up onto the couch, leaning on you gently, “Why?”

“Just life, you know?”

“You can sleep.”

“But we’re hanging out!”

“No, you’re being mean so just sleep. We can eat afterwards so don’t worry.”

You shimmy further into the couch, frustrated with the whole situation but even when you continue fighting the oncoming drowsiness, you continue to lose. “Maybe….just…for a bit…” A soft hand pushes the hair on your face but you’re too sleepy to argue with the sudden touch. Lulled by the dialogue on the screen, you let yourself drift away into a world of dreams. Your body relaxes, feeling almost as heavy as your heart that carries the stress of everyday. Usually, you don’t admit it, but you like being able to be close with the two boys who sit beside you like loyal guards. Sneaking a peak, your eyes outline the beautiful strength of Hoseok’s jaw and the soft curvature of Jungkook’s youthful lips. The last conscious thought on your mind is how safe you feel with these two.

“Is she asleep?” Jungkook leans forward to see your face, “Wow, she’s prettier when she’s not scowling.”

The older one chuckles breathily, not wanting to wake your tired mind. You’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder, giving his confidence a boost for the millennium. “Ah, her hair is falling out of her ponytail.” Reaching over with his opposite arm, he tries to tighten it but instead pulls the elastic away from your silky locks. Hoseok mutters at his mistake but the two boys’ only fall silent as the hair falls forward to frame your peaceful face. His heart skips like a child on a summer day, its calm and light. Not quite nervous, just quite right.

Jungkook’s face relaxes except for the little corner of his mouth that tugs upwards in admiration. He takes his hands, which tremble slightly, tracing the outline of your lips, “Do you think she likes younger guys?”

Hoseok skillfully maneuvers his foot to kick the younger one, “Stop hitting on her while she’s sleeping. Besides,” He fidgets happily, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, “She fell asleep on me, we’re practically married.” Still in a dream state, you unconsciously snuggle closer to the heat of his body. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks from your face, which is now mashed against his chest to Jungkook’s annoyed one.

“Y-yah, let me have a turn!”

“She’s not a soccer ball, Jungkookie. Hehe.” The man goes back to watching your eyelashes flutter as you dream a dream that only you could see, “Besides, you don’t want to wake her.” His thumb caresses your hip as he becomes lost in thought, entranced by the light sound of your breath.

“Okay but I get her next time.”

“You don’t get my wife!”

“You’re not married!”

All the yelling pulls you out of your subconscious for a few moments, “Shut up…” When you say what you wish to say, you go back to digging your face into Hoseok, cuddling closer to the warmth.

“Yeah Jungkook!”

“Shut up, Hyung.”

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