We’re friends who haven’t seen each other in a while who happened to pull up next to each other at a red light. We catch up until it turns green and somebody says, “Okay bye love you” and then speeds away before either of us can figure out what happened
I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
(or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
*tears up* I never thought I will have to say this, love. I never thought it would come the day that you will chose something over me and that I would doubt your feelings for me! Where was the time when you swore that you'd make me happy and give me everythi-
GODDAMN IT. FINE. Take the last slice, fucking hell. *shoves the last pizza slice to A*
Person A has the ability to walk in dreams. They accidentally stumble into Person B’s terrible nightmare one night, and are so worried by it that they pledge to figure out who B is and help them get better.
Summary: have violent ends. rival gang families au. shallura valentine for onemerryjester
A/N: this is for the one and only@onemerryjester, a talented and wonderful part of the shallura community! happy valentine’s day! I know it’s on the shorter side but hopefully quantity over quality <3
rated high T for very light nsfw content & brief mentions of violence
She turns, a smile already tugging at her lips despite her best efforts, the shimmering fabric of her grown swishing along her hips. Takashi Shirogane is no less impeccably dressed, with crisp cuffs and a black suit that matches his eyes. His bangs, a peculiar streak of white hair, is off his forehead for once, and now there’s nothing to disguise the pink scar running across the bridge of his nose.
Her eyes trace the hard edge of his jawline, before meeting his gaze. “Mr. Shirogane,” she greets politely, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her hair of starlight has been pulled into a thick braid that goes down almost to the low backline of her dress. It’s a deep navy blue with diamonds sewn into the fabric, and she watch the way his eyes follow the small sash of fabric tied around her waist.
“Don’t tell me someone as lovely as you doesn’t have a date for the evening?” he asks, raising his brow.
Allura allows herself to smile, and bows her head when he offers her his arm. The slight creak of metal tells her it’s his prosthetic, but she still places her hand on the crook of his elbow without hesitation. “Apparently I do now.”
Imagine person A is a time traveller and person B is immortal. In year 1678 they met the first time and fell in love, though person A knew they couldn’t stay for someone who’d die anyway and person B couldn’t let someone mortal have their heart. Knowing this, B still gave A a silver bracelet, a gift symbolising their love and formed bond. Two month after that, A disappeared because they feared to watch B die, though they would come over every two years, watching B from afar and after 20 years B moved away. A believed them dead by then.
After nearly a century A and B meet again when they bumped in each other on the street. Both are speechless because they thought that their loved ones were already under the earth. Not believing that A is A, B tries to flee, but A grabs their arm and shows them the silver bracelet.
If a mosquito drank the blood of a vampire, then every person it bit afterward, got some of the vamp DNA in them and because it’s a highly driven, active virus, it would turn that person into a vampire too, spreading like malaria.
Like one day you go out for a picknick, come back home feeling sick as fuck thinking you got food poisoning, and then the next morning you wake up feeling great but you no longer have a reflection in the mirror and you’re just like ah fuck me
“How’d you get turned into a vamp bro?” “Brutal fight, nearly didn’t make it. Barely got the creature off me. You?” “Got bit by a fucking mosquito.” “The original blood sucker.”
Warnings: None, unless mental hospitals hurts you in anyway
Summary: AU where Dan is a patient in a mental hospital and Phil is a volunteer that helps him. Also my prompts are still open! Feel free to request!
“Good morning Daniel” Dr. Rowan greets with a smile sitting in the chair across from his bed.
He forces a small smile before playing with a loose thread on his blanket.
“How are you this morning?”
Dr. Rowan sighs writing something down on her clipboard and turning back to Daniel. “Can you speak to me?”
Daniel looks to the corner of his room before turning back to Dr. Rowan and shaking his head.
“Can you write?”
Again, Daniel looks to the same corner of his room before nodding.
Dr. Rowan nods flipping the page of the clipboard an handing it to Daniel along with a pencil.
“Why can’t you speak?” She asks
Daniel quickly scribbles his reply
He told me not to
“Who told you not to?”
Dr. Rowan frowns. “Who is that?”
Daniel rolls his eyes before writing down his reply.
The man who stands in the corner! If I disobey him, he’ll kill me! We’ve been over this!
Dr. Rowan sighs. “I’m sorry Daniel. You know I forget.”
“Now Daniel. What if I told you that ‘demone immaginario’ was Latin for 'imaginary demon?”
So? It could be a coincidence. He’s real!
The doctor sighs shaking her head “Daniel. Why haven’t you been taking your medicine?” She asks deciding to detour from trying to talk to him about his imaginary demons.
I have Dr. Rowan! I swear I have! They don’t work because these so called 'imaginary demons’ are real!!!
He looks at the doctor, pleading for her to believe him.
She sighs, scribbling a few more notes, before packing up her things. “Alright Daniel. Enough for today, I have another appointment. I’ll see you tomorrow. Also, I’m recommending a liquid shot for your medicine from now on.
Daniel just rolls his eyes laying back on the bed staring at the ceiling.
"Knock Knock. Are you Daniel?” A bubbly voice with a slight northern accent asks a few minutes later opening his door.
Daniel jumps up staring questioningly at the stranger instead of replying.
He had midnight black hair swept into a similar style to Daniels and wore a white button down shirt and white button down pants like the nurses except his had 'VOLUNTEER’ stitched in big, bold, black letters on the front pocket.
Underneath it a name tag read: Phil
“Right. I heard you didn’t talk much so…” He reaches into his bag he had slung over his shoulder and pulls out a laptop.
Daniels jaw drops staring at the Mac book. It had been quite a long time since he saw one of those.
“Thought you’d like it.” Phil smirks opening the laptop typing in a few things and turning it towards Daniel. “See. You type what you want to say here” he points towards a small box on the top of the screen “And the computer speaks for you…. Would it be okay if we did that?”
Daniel looks over to the same corner of the room before looking back at Phil nodding.
Phil grins. “Great! Here you go Daniel.” He hands him the computer and Daniel eagerly grabs it typing something in his fingers flying fast across the keyboard from previous experience with tumblr and other websites before he was admitted to the mental hospital.
“Hi. Who are you?” The female automated voice speaks causing Daniel to giggle at the monotone voice.
Phil smiles before replying. “I’m Phil.”
Daniel rolls his eyes before typing something else. “Yeah well I know that. I read your name tag. I mean why are you here?”
Phil chuckles “I’m a volunteer here. They asked me to pick a patient and you seemed interesting” he smiles kindly.
Daniel beams. He’d never been called 'interesting’ it’s always been 'freak’ or 'insane’ he definitely like the sound of interesting.
“So Daniel-Actually could I call you Dan? I think I like Dan better” Phil asks.
Dan nods furiously. He used to be called Dan before he was admitted here but everyone insisted on calling him Daniel.
It annoyed him at first but he finally got used to it. It would be refreshing to be called Dan.
“Alright cool. Anyways Dan, I have a question now. Why can’t you speak. I heard you giggle so you must have a voice box.”
Dan bites his lip glancing over at the corner and typing again. “demone immaginario told me not to. He says he thinks my voice is annoying.” Dan shrugs.
Phil smiles softly. “Well I’m sure it’s not its not as annoying as that stupid computer voice. Hello. I’m a computer. I talk like this all the time so I can piss you off” Phil states mocking the computer voice.
“Well he doesn’t think so. He doesn’t like my voice.”
Phil glances to the corner where he had seen Dan looking, assuming that’s where the 'demone immaginario’ was.
“Can he hear me if I talk like this?” Phil asks lowering his voice and leaning in close to Dan.
Dan glances at the corner again before shaking his head leaning closer, eyes wide and innocent like a child.
Phil grins. “Good. Well what if I told you that I had something that would send him to that hell hole he came from. Permanently.”
Dans eyes widen quickly typing again and lowering the volume on the computer so it wasn’t so loud. “Really?”
Phil nods. “But you need to close your eyes and put your head under the pillow or it won’t work.”
Dan nods quickly doing as he’s told.
Phil quickly begins moving things around to create a small ruckus.
"Alright Dan it’s done.”
Dan sits up staring at the corner of the room and his jaw drops. He stands from his bed throwing his arms around Phil burying his head in the crook of his neck.
“Th-th-thank y-you” Dan stutters struggling slightly after years of not using his voice.
Phil smiles hugging the worryingly thin boy tight. “It was no big deal really” he comments with a shrug. “And by the way. I think your voice is beautiful.”
Dan blushes letting go of Phil.
“Okay Dan. I really don’t want to leave, but I kinda have to. I’m currently attending university right now and my next class is in an hour.
Dan nods understandingly. "W-will yo-you be b-ba-ck tomo-orrow?” He asks hugging Phil again.
Phil nods. “Of course. See you then.” Dan smiles letting go.
“Good morning Daniel” Dr. Rowan greets not expecting a reply.
“G-Good mor-morning!” Dan replies cheerily.
The doctor glances up eyes wide.
“Daniel? You talked!” She exclaims in surprise.
He nods. “Ph-Phil go-got rid o-of dem-demone imm-immaginario!”
She sighs writing some stuff down on her clip board. “And is this 'Phil’ in the room right now?” She asks assuming that Phil was another figment of his imagination.
Dan shakes his head. “He-he said h-he wo-would be ba-back tod-day. H-He att-attends u-uni!”
Dr. Rowan sighs opening her mouth to respond but the door opens and Phil walks in.
“Hey Dan!” He exclaims before glancing at Dr. Rowan. “Are you cheating on me with another volunteer?” He jokes placing his hands on his hips staring down at Dan with a playful smile.
Dan giggles shaking his head “Th-this is D-Dr. Row-Rowan. My th-therapist. D-Dr. Rowa-Rowan this is Ph-Phil” He beams at her with a look that said 'See! I told you he was real’
The doctor sighs shaking her head writing down more stuff on her little notepad disregarding Phil before staring at Dan seriously.
When I first got minor spoilers for Chapter 13, I thought that they would find out that Prompto was Niflheim nobility or something…so it kinda inspired this AU where Prompto is the prince of Niflheim, and he never met Noctis in his childhood. Instead, Prompto would be “friends” with Ardyn (because he had no one else to talk to), and he would be well aware of Ardyn’s dark intentions with the Lucian Prince. Of course, once Prompto finally meets Noctis, he develops a harmless little crush, that leads to him wanting to protect Noctis, instead of plotting to kill him. Cue the cute Promptis moments of Prompto bonding with Noctis and vowing to protect him from Niflheim, even though he would be betraying his family. Ahh, it would be perfect if in the end Prompto and Noctis get married as a treaty between their kingdoms, because that’s the happy ending we all deserve.
[Side notes: I’ve never designed outfits before, but I tried my best in creating something that was a mix of what I’ve seen from their respective kingdoms (critiques or suggestions are greatly appreciated on the designs). I might create a colored version or full body reference later, so keep an eye out for that! Also, I’m thinking about writing a fic for this AU, but I’d definitely adore to see anything based from this! Please tag me so I can see it~💕]
I originally planned for this one shot to be based on the ‘Enrapture’ prompt, but it actually has elements of the ‘Look Each Other in The Eye’ and ‘Devotedness’ prompts as well. So I decided to make this fic a little longer and sweeter for my followers.❤️
Natasha watched Steve as he stood away from the dance floor. For some reason, Tony thought it would be a good idea for the Avengers to host a Valentine’s Day party - a Valentine’s Day party, for God’s sake.
When a few of the other Avengers questioned why the hell Stark wanted to throw something so frivolous and cheesy as a V Day party, he just said, “Hey, we’ve all been through hell the past couple of weeks, cleaning up after miscellaneous Hydra bases all over the globe. I think we deserve a break for once.”
Then he made eye contact with Natasha and obnoxiously waggled his eyebrows at her before switching his gaze to Steve and grinning lasciviously. “Besides, I think a few of you guys could use some loosening up,” he’d said in a stage whisper.
All of the Avengers had suspected there were romantic feelings between Natasha and Steve. In a way, they had been engaging in a little dance of their own together, but neither chose to step forward and do anything about it. Hence, this damn party thought up by Tony to try and push the two of them together.
Now, the Valentine’s Day party raged on and to Natasha’s surprise, she was actually enjoying herself. Wanda and Vision were dancing - well, floating slightly above ground while swaying, which was pretty cute - Clint and Laura were chatting with Sam and Maria and showing them pictures of Nathaniel, Tony was being the life of the party, as always and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone except Steve.
From her spot at the buffet table, Natasha could see the longing and apprehension on Steve’s face. It was clear that he wanted to be out there, dancing like the other couples, but as he’d told her many times before, he had two left feet and didn’t know how to dance.
Every time the subject was brought up between them, Natasha felt a pain in her chest because Steve always got this faraway, broken-hearted look on his face. She knew that was because of the promise he made to Peggy Carter, a promise to dance with her, which sadly, was never fulfilled.
The crash had ended any chance Peggy and Steve could have had together, but being a part of the Avengers gave Steve a new family and a cause to keep fighting, continuing the kind of work he’d done before. He wasn’t so alone as he previously thought.
As Natasha had gotten to know Steve, she felt blessed that he considered her to be his friend. He was such an amazing man, unlike anyone she’d ever met before. He had a heart for people and a protective, patriotic kind of character that urged him to do his duty, using his abilities to keep the world safe.
Personal experience taught him to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and he never judged people by their past mistakes. He let them prove who they were in the present by their actions.
At first, it astonished Natasha that Steve was willing to overlook all of the bad she’d done and let her work as an Avenger speak for how she had changed and overcome the Black Widow persona to just be herself, Natasha Romanoff.
Her biggest breakthrough would always be that moment they shared in Sam’s house, when she asked Steve if he would trust her to protect him. From the three words he responded with, “I would now,” she felt like a load that she hadn’t even realized she was carrying, lessen.
In that quiet moment with Steve, hearing him say that he trusted her, Natasha had begun to fall in love with him and it continued through the following years. Oh, she wanted to tell him many times, but the words always got tangled up in her throat.
She did know that Steve cared for her just as much, if not, more than she did for him. Countless times on missions, when she’d gotten injured, he would always check on her and make sure if she was alright.
It was always Natasha who he would go to in the middle of the night whenever he had a nightmare, needing someone to comfort him. It was Natasha who he exchanged witty banter with and sent cryptic, yet meaningful looks when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. In his own way, he made her a priority in his life. Perhaps he didn’t know it, but she did.
How long are we going to play this game? Natasha thought to herself. Steve Rogers was truly an amazing man and she was sure that if she didn’t make a move soon, someone else would and she would spend the rest of her life wondering about what could have been.
Well, there was no way in hell she was going to let that happen.
At this point, she was tired of being alone and denying herself happiness out of a fear of rejection. That was something a the old Natasha would do, and Natasha was not that same woman anymore. It was time for her to take a chance and lay it all on the line.
Closing her eyes, Natasha murmured to herself in Russian, summoning up her strength. Then she took in a deep breath and moved through the crowds to Steve. When he was close enough, she grasped his hand in hers, pulling him to the dance floor.
The handsome blond blinked down at her and furrowed his brow, but he didn’t pull away. That was a good sign because Steve didn’t let just anyone tug him around anywhere. “Nat,” he asked, “what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Natasha replied with an bit of sass. “I’m going to dance with you.” She took Steve’s left hand, placed it on her waist, put her right hand on his shoulder and took his other hand in her free one.
She looked up at him and couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up from her throat. He looked so nervous. “What’s wrong, Rogers? Is this your first dance since 1945?”
“Well…yes.” He licked his lips and he held on to her a bit more firmly, but there was something gentle in his touch. Being in Steve’s arms was startlingly intimate and the redhead had to keep from trembling at the closeness of his body as he lessened the space between them.
“I’m happy to contribute to it, then.” His hand felt so warm as he held hers that she felt herself melt a little inside. In all her life, she’d never had a man hold her like this. Like she was something to be treasured and cherished.
Steve returned her smile and entwined her fingers with his. Natasha laid her head on his chest and they swayed to the sound of Andy Williams crooning a love song above their heads.
I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once, am I several stories high, knowing I’m on the street where you live.
No one knew this, but ‘On The Street Where You Live’ was one of Natasha’s favourite songs. For years, she wondered if she would find a man who loved her that much, someone who would be so enraptured of being with her that it felt like he were flying. Yes, it was a bit of wishful thinking on her part, but she was still a woman and wasn’t it the wish of every woman to be loved wholeheartedly?
After a while, she pulled back and said, “You know, you really aren’t as bad as you think. The way you dance…it’s almost as if you’ve done this your whole life. Are you sure you want to stick with your original 'I can’t dance to save my life’ story?”
Steve laughed out loud and the reverberations shook her to her core. God, she loved his laughter. It was so full and deep, like it shook every part of him. It made sense because Steve wasn’t a man who did things halfway; he was an all or nothing kind of guy.
“What can I say? I guess I just needed the right partner…”
Those words made Natasha’s head snap up and she stared at him in shock, hoping that her ears weren’t deceiving her. “You’d better not be teasing me, Steve,” she said in a hushed voice.
A possessive look appeared on Steve’s face and he gave her a gaze that burned her with the raw desire behind it. “I’d never do that to you, Nat,” came his husky reply.
Natasha knew that she could get lost in those blue eyes if she wasn’t careful, but that wasn’t such a bad thing. After everything they’d been through together, they both deserved a win. She knew that she and Steve were just right for each other. He was her missing puzzle piece. With him, she was complete, stronger and happier. They were already a great pair in the field and even better as friends. Love was the obvious step to come.
For Steve, there was a blend of elegance and toughness imbedded in her personality, a distinct feminine sensuality and that kept him on his toes. Natasha was a woman through and through, but she could be just as capable and skilled as a man. He may not address it, but that was a big factor in his attraction towards her and she knew it.
In those brief moments right before a mission, she’d catch Steve watching her out of the corner of his eye and she knew that he liked what he saw, but it was more than just that. He looked at her, proud of the woman she’d become and as if he didn’t regret choosing to trust her with his own life all those years ago.
The thought that Steve could see her in such a way made Natasha’s head spin. Her life may not be a fairy tale, but dammit, she was going to get her happy ending one way or another.
After a while of dancing, Steve surprised her by suddenly adjusting his hand placement on her body, then twirling her away from him and back into his arms. She let out a delighted gasp. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”
Steve leaned forward, so that his lips brushed against her ear. He whispered, “I’m a fast learner.”
Shivers ran down her spine, but she got ahold of herself and replied, “Interesting. After this dance, I’ll have to see what else you can pick up quickly.”
There was a sizzling look in Natasha’s eyes and Steve felt his whole body warm from the intensity of it. He felt like he could look into those blazing green eyes and just get lost in them.
Maybe that’s what he needed all along. The right woman to wake him up from his doldrums and bring him out of the cold for good. They were good for each other. Anyone could see that, and at this stage in their relationship, Steve knew that the time had finally come for him to let his feelings be known. It was hell holding them back from Natasha as well as fighting the urge to take her in his arms as he wanted to so many times before.
“This feels nice…and right.” Natasha murmured as they danced on the floor. Her heartseemed to beat in time with Steve’s own and he kissed her hand, wrapped up in a feeling of wonder.
“There’s no way it could be wrong…could it?” He pulled back slightly so Natasha would lift her head to look at him.
“Being around you is never a bad thing, Steve. You always seem to find me when I need you the most and…I don’t want to lose that.”
Now, they had stopped dancing, and Steve stared down at Natasha, eyes full of hope. “Nat…?”
The redhead just looked at Steve, an overwhelming look of love on her face and she said, “I’m saying that I want this. I want us.”
Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, but words failed him. She had finally told him. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for ever since that that stolen moment they shared in Sam’s guest room. Clutching her more securely around her waist, Steve managed to breathe out, “You mean…?”
Natasha pressed herself closer to Steve and ran her finger along his jawline and up to his lips. “I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep in your arms every night. You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the only man I want to be mine. I want forever with you.”
Suddenly, it was like time stopped and everyone else in the room faded away, leaving only the two of them. Steve caressed Natasha’s cheek and she smiled at him, nuzzling her face into the touch. Steve’s heart pounding in his chest even harder and he thought that he might leap for joy. “I want forever with you, too, Nat. I want everything.” He placed his palm on her heart, where he could feel her own muscle beating, proud and strong.
Tears shone in Natasha’s green orbs and she sighed in relief before she laid a passionate kiss on his lips. Having his arms around Natasha was wonderful, but from the little teases of her hands and the nips he made on her mouth, Steve knew it was a mere shadow of the other pleasures he’d experience with her.
As Steve and Natasha danced together, they both believed wholeheartedly that no matter what they’d face in the future, their love would never run dry because it was truly everlasting.