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Neil and Andrew would absolutely get married for no other reason except that they’d be allowed to see each other when one of them lands themself in the hospital

Here’s the thing.

I know Neil is not soft. Andrew is especially not soft. They’re both hardened boys that have been fucked over way too many times. There are scars upon rough and probably dry skin in some areas. Calloused fingers and glares that can make anyone cave. They’re far from being gentle because they know they can’t do as Renee does.

But I think they deserve to be able to be soft around each other. For the first time in their lives, they’ve found someone to feel safe around. I can’t pretend to understand what they’ve gone through, but after lives like the ones they lead, I like to think they’d want to be soft with each other. They’ve dealt with tough love and biting words too often that they probably, every once in a while, like to just calm down.

They’re not soft people, not by nature, but they can act soft around each other once in a while. Neil, softly curling their fingers together after a long day and smiling from his side of the bed. Andrew, threading his fingers through Neil’s hair as Neil watches a movie in his lap and Andrew watches him. Neil pressing a careful kiss to Andrew’s knuckles and Andrew pressing his nose to Neil’s neck in a gesture that’s completely trusting.

There’s a post about how Neil is not soft, and I agree. Neil is not soft, and neither is Andrew, but I think they can be allowed to act like it sometimes. Just every so often, and only with each other. For boys like them, being soft with each other might be one of the grandest gestures of trust they can give.

Title: Coach Negan

anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse)
Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are.
Word Count: 3,448
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)

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Midsummer

pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: smut

@nekodemon73  @kumpmk @bookswillfindyouaway


The arrival of the heathen army hadn’t left much room for festivities or happiness. With your father the king captured and your brother missing, you were the only one of the royal family left. The people desperately needed something to distract their minds from the war and the midsummer celebrations were a good way of doing just that.

 Preparations were already in motion for tonight and up until this moment everything went smoothly. That was until Ivar and his men arrived at your gates, the king at his side, and demanded entrance. There was no way to refuse them, not with your father held prisoner so you opened the front gates for them and let everyone in. 

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my new gemsona amazonite!! he’s a blue diamond court gem, sort of a songbird for the diamonds. his power is in his voice… depending on the severity of their moods he can cheer up blue diamond or calm yellow diamond’s nerves just by singing for them. he’s a bit dramatic, spoiled and smug… but you have to have an abundance of confidence to sing for the diamonds.

he has a fondness for one of blue diamond’s angelite court guards (belongs to @sarunono !!)… amazonite often drags the stiff, formal angelite into his performances just to see him sweat in front of the diamonds. he likes to mess with such a stuffy, strict gem and see him get flustered. =w=

Platinum Locks

Prompt: Draco x reader. The reader is a rather quite To be in the same house and Draco. Patsy gets very jealous. One day cutting off her long platinum blonde hair. Draco fixes it. Angry, protective and fluffy Draco.

A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for :) Sorry for how long it has taken!

Warnings: Jealousy? Anger? Negativity? Bullying. But there is fluff :)

Let me know if this doesn’t make sense and sorry if it seems a little slapdash!

Not edited or proof read.

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You had been sitting, minding your own business in the The Three Broomsticks on Sunday afternoon. You took a sip from your Butterbeer and the froth stuck your lip. You would have giggled with your best friend about it only the table over busted out laughing. You both looked over to see Pansy Parkinson sitting with Draco and their usual group. Everyone but Draco were were looking at you. “Looks like something has gotten stuck in your moustache, Y/N.” Pansy jeered causing the others to laugh. However Draco had his straight face eyeing his cup as he fiddled with the handle. Your best friend looked at you then straight into Pansy’s eyes. 

“Oh, we thought it was a new fashion trend. I mean, we noticed your moustache and thought we just had to try it out.” She feigned shock before turning back to you as the whole table (this time including Draco) laughed. 

Later that day, back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco took to sitting with you on the sofa. It wasn’t an unusual scene to see. You weren’t a big fan of Draco’s choice in friends and so the evenings ad some mornings before breakfast and classes were the only time you could spend time with him without them. It’s not that you cared he was friends with them, it’s his choice but you just did not fit in with them at all. They were obnoxious and you kept yourself to yourself. Perhaps that was why Draco favoured you most over them. Of course Pansy Parkinson was a limpet and so it was to find the time of day away from her. Your night time routine involved Draco staying up late just to spend time alone with you and you’d do the same. 

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the-universes-best-dressed  asked:

for a prompt! santa monica by everclear

Nice, get some everclear in the mix! Thanks for the prompt :) 


“Look,” I say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I think I’m just heading in a different direction right now. I can’t let our relationship hold me back anymore.”

Light, fastest man on Earth, superhero extraordinaire, stops struggling against his bonds to stare at me. “Did you kidnap me to…break up with me?”

My heart skips a beat. “No! I mean, we’re not even, like, dating so I’m not. Obviously.” I adjust my rubber gloves nervously, tucking my lab coat more securely into them. “Just, um, letting you know that you don’t need to save the day anymore. From me at least.” I laugh and stop abruptly, face flushing. My laugh is off putting, so I hear.

Light speed kicks the chair I’ve tied him to and grimaces when it doesn’t break.

“It’s titanium,” I say, shoving my hands into my coat’s pockets. “I’ll let you go, just wanted to tell you goodbye, I guess. We, uh, probably won’t be seeing each other again.”

“Are you dying?” he asks, strangely alarmed. He lowers his voice. “Or is someone threatening you?” His eyes narrow. “Is it Technomaniac? Because he’s from Texas, this isn’t even his turf, I can contact the heroes down there to come get him–”

“I’m not being threatened,” I blurt out. He’d kick another villain out of LA for me? Why? “I just, it’s time for me to move on, that’s all. I, well…”

“You are dying,” Light says, face horrified. “Oh my god, and I threw you through that window last week!”

“I’m not dying!” I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m quitting being a villain!”

The words ring in the empty lab. All of my equipment has already been disposed of, the experiments, everything. I’m ready for a new start, totally and completely.

“You’re…quitting.” Light seems unable to comprehend it. “Like, quitting quitting? Or taking a break? Or maybe you mean rebranding, I hear that’s popular these days–”

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Things I think people forget about ACTOR
  • Rhys went to Hybern for a second time
  • Tamlin had a stone heart
  • If Feyre had said ‘I love you’ to Tamlin, she probably wouldn’t have fallen in love with Rhys, because they wouldn’t have gone Under the Mountain
  • Feyre doesn’t have blonde hair
  • Nesta tried to cross the wall in ACOTAR after Tamlin had kidnapped Feyre
  • The whole drama started when Feyre shot a wolf, which ‘coincidently’ happened to be a Spring Court guard and Lucien's best friend
  • Rhys searched over miles and miles of dead Illyrian warriors to find Cassian and Azriel
  • Mor carried Feyre across the border of the Spring Court after she had a mental break down
Prequel: Azriel-Centric Stories Set Before ACOTAR (ch.3)

This is a collection of interconnected short stories about Azriel’s life before any of the events of ACOTAR through ACOWAR.

Make sure to read Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 4Chapter 4.5Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Read the follow up fic, Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same

CHAPTER 3: DOREA 

Time frame: 40 years after the War. 

Summary: The Prince of Adriata has been found dead in his sleep lying next to his wife, the newly crowned Princess of Adriata, Dorea. Knowing that the Night Court has a skilled spymaster, High Lord Narayan calls in a favor from Rhys. Azriel and Cassian offer to help investigate the death. Cassian may or may not accidentally destroy a building. 

(Note: This is the longest chapter yet and holds several clues to an overarching fic I’m working on. Remember that though these stories are spaced out and not posted chronologically, they are all interconnected. Enjoy!)

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Lockdown

Pairing: Sam x reader (eventually) 
Characters: Sam, the reader, Dean, possessed guards 
Warnings: a little bit of angst, swearing, violence 
Word count: 1778
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Summary: The reader is a hunter who’s been framed by demons and then locked up in the prison they terrorize. Sam and Dean are working the same case, and one day figure out she’s a hunter- can they get her in time and can the three of them work together to solve the case?
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WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 1 Full translation.

Prologue

pages 12-15

WE DO Knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU

Original work: Tite Kubo Novel: Matsubara Makoto

Synopsis

3 years have passed since the invasion of the Wandenreich. Many lives lost, the scars of battle are not yet healed. Those who survived are finally beginning on the path to recovery.

One day Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji announced to everyone that they will have their names entered into a family register* (*i.e. registration of marriage)…..

A story about new bonds born from the end of the battle which were not drawn in the original story.


3 years have passed since the invasion of the seireitei by the Wandenreich.

Normality finally returned to the soul society which was in extreme turmoil.

Squad 1 - squad headquarters assembly room.

“from now on we will open the headquarters of the 13 Court Guard Squads. Captain Commander?”

The first squad’s vice captain Ise Nanao urged. The captain of that same division, Kyoraku Shunsui nodded once before moving forward.

“it’s bad everyone is busy huh. Today is merely reports of the reconstruction situation so we should be finishing early.”

Each division’s captain and vice captain were in a row overlooking the assembly room. The recently reconstructed assembly hall seemed to be completely new, full of the aroma of fresh timber.

“haa…. The smell of wood is nice isn’t it? Well then, Nanao Chan please!”

“Yes. So first of all… ”

Whilst turning over bulky documents, Nanao starts reporting about the reconstruction situation. As he listened to that voice Kyoraku thought about the 3 years.

The most damage suffered in seireitei was at the first district, also known as ‘shinou district’, including the first division barracks and a great number of administrative facilities.

As a war time special exception, the lives of the people who evacuated were saved by opening the personal residence of the Central 46. However, what they saw when they returned to the ground after the war was a whole surface of scorched Earth, exhausted from the remains of destruction. There was insufficient manpower, goods and materials to rebuild houses, whilst everyone was merely sunken into despair, one among the Central 46 was the first to make progress towards reconstruction, Amakado Nayura.

Nayura who became a sage, succeeded the position of her father who was murdered by Sousuke Aizen, she is still a young girl.

She is also the head librarian of the Great Spirit Book Gallery where all events and data of the soul society are forcibly accumulated, studying the human world and Shinigami with an open mind. Everyday seeking how to change the current state of the old fashioned central 46.

At that time there was an assault on the central 46 underground compound by the sternritter. Half were killed, the ones that remained alive were also more or less wounded. Even if the body can heal, the fear from witnessing such atrocities cannot be wiped away. Those who came forward to resign from their seats are no longer able to expect work as a supreme judicial body like the pre-war central 46.

But before that situation Nayura was optimistic that the time for change was now. So she scolded the older people(sages) who were disheartened and cooperated with the captain commander of the Gotei 13 Kyoraku, together they established new law one by one. This young soul was not afraid to progress forward and the older people who were inspired by that passion also started to change slightly.

After the war, she first set out a law to simplify the procedure of the court seal. An official court seal must be presented to the gatekeeper of each pure soul gate when entering Seireitei from Rukongai. She made it possible to obtain a court document which originally could only be obtained through a complicated procedure which normally takes several weeks, now it is only a simple procedure at a special personnel recording station installed in front of every gate. As a result, it became easy to carry materials from outside the Seireitei and it became possible to welcome the people of Rukongai widely as a work force. Also, at the special personnel record management station spiritual power was checked whilst simultaneously registering fingerprints, an invitation to the spiritual arts academy, a training institute for Shinigami, is extended to those who have promising spiritual power. The benefits given to Soul Society because of this law is unfathomable.

Materials and manpower are in line with the reconstruction efforts proceeding rapidly.

“End of report”

Nanao bows down.

 “well!” Kyoraku says as he clutches both hands in front of his chest.

“There’s another piece of good news today

….Now please come forth and tell us from your own mouth”

Prompted by kyoraku, with a nervous expression they walked out of the line.

It was 6th division vice captain Abarai Renji and acting captain of the 13th division Kuchki Rukia.

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 7.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The First Home Game pt. 2

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
You showcase your skills at your first home game.
Word Count: 2,578
Warning: Just Negan’s colorful vocabulary! 
Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @brexja FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3 

Originally posted by jeffreydmorgn

Negan had chosen a diner for a meeting, which barely lasted an hour. In fact, it wasn’t really a meeting at all; it was more like an insanely, much needed long pep-talk. You and the rest of the team certainly didn’t mind. You all needed Negan’s wise words to get you through the first home game of the season. Back at the gym, you changed into your uniform, tucking in the jersey. You stared at your reflection and beamed, staring more at the uniform than yourself. You were actually playing basketball at a collegiate level. It wasn’t just a dream anymore.

Taylor was already sitting at the bleachers. It was the first home game of the season, and so many students, teachers, and parents were attending in hopes that this year would be different from the last. You heard the cheering and the music from the locker room, so you decided to sit down and stare down at your shoes. You were nervous, but you were just glad that you weren’t starting.

You could hear your heart beating against your chest. A trickle of sweat rolled down your temple, and the nagging thoughts entered your mind. You were thinking negatively, but the rest of the team knew you were all capable of being a much better team than the previous ones. You told yourself repeatedly that you were meant to be on this team. You tried out for this basketball team amongst other girls and you were one of the ones that were chosen. You were here for a reason.

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squaddreamcourt  asked:

Azriel and Mor's Kinks?

- Mor lives for in public sex where they could get caught at any moment
- Azriel… does not
- Azriel DOES however love to please his woman
- It becomes a ritual that at every court they visit, they have sex somewhere relatively public (they took cues from that one Feysand HC I came up with that everyone loved)
- Azriel only keeps doing it because it makes Mor crazy horny and willing to do just about anything in return and he also knows he can winnow them away at any second
- side note: he had to winnow them away one time while in the Dawn Court because a guard almost caught them but when he winnowed them to his guest room….
- “CASSIAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE GET OUT”
“dude you are LITERALLY STILL INSIDE HER AND YOU JUST WINNOWED?”
And Mor growls and goes, “it’s none of your business you asshole just get out - oh hi Nesta, I didn’t see you under the covers there”

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART NINETEEN

Originally posted by violet-quagmire

Nessian Part Nineteen by L.J. LaFleur

Azriel:

I stood in the corner of the townhouse study, half in the shadows just as Rhys stood half in the sun. Silent but for the clock ticking above the fireplace mantle. Night terrors had made their mark on him; deep purple circles, above normal alcohol consumption. A piece of him missing since his encounter with death.      

“Any word from Drakon and Miryam?” Rhys asked, before taking a slow sip from his dark brandy. He leaned against the window, peeking out at the children playing safely in the cobbled stone streets of Velaris. His face, usually donning a scowl these days, relaxed into a peaceful smoothness I hadn’t seen in months.

All of us, at some point or another needed a reminder that the bloodshed was necessary to keep our loved ones—our innocents, safe.  

“Nothing. I’ve sent…” My ears twitched upwards, hearing heavy footsteps heading towards us with a sense of urgency.

A moment later, Cassian threw open the carved wooden doors. “There you are,” he huffed, catching his breath. His skin was as pale as I had ever seen it—as white as ash, like the specks of Illyrians that fell from the heavens.

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