This is for my dear follower @codenightbreak
! :D Thanks for letting me know you would like to see the bearded! Cap ;D Hope you like this a bit annoying-talking-too-much but still very cute bearded! Stebe inspired by the leaked trailer for Avengers 3!
The idea comes from my wrong memory of Tony telling Happy that he needs to keep the beard because Happy is at Tony’s team (sorry my memory is really poor) at the NBA final promotion earlier and the last scene of Spiderman:Homecoming ;D I think Stebe is too excited to be back home so he somehow heard all the things wrong lol
Person A is trying to impress Person B and ends up falling flat on their face. As A lays on the ground and slowly die from embarrassment, B has a mind blowing realization that they actually really like A and when they help A up off the ground, they pull them into a kiss.
Soulmate au where when one person sends a message in a bottle and set it in a body of water, it will always end up reaching their soulmate.
But the twist is that these bottles show up in the weirdest places; Person A turns on the shower and a the bottle randomly appears; Person B is at the pool and checks out what’s stuck in one of the vents, finding a stuck bottle.
One day, Person A sets a bottle in the ocean with some cheesy, drawn out letter in a cliche way. Person A goes off on a long monologue about how they wish to meet their soulmate one day and how they hope that their soulmate finds this bottle in a toilet or something because it’s fitting of A’s sense of humor (read: Person A is talking to a bottle).
As A finishes their out loud monologue, someone says “Wow that’s actually pretty romantic, but it’s still pretty cheesy.”
Person A tells them to shut up as they let the waves take the bottle.
Seconds later, the ocean trickshots it into the drink of the person who said that it was cheesy/romantic.
“I never said that I didn’t like cheesy things,” they say with a wink.
Sorted by length, will be updated as I find more fics
❤ For Effort-When Harry Styles lets his team down during gym class, resulting everyone having to run laps, he expects the worst. But the backlash never comes.Harry’s crush, Louis Tomlinson, may or may not have something to do with that. (one shot, 2k)
Whisk You Away - “Okay, so you met your high school crush, Harry Stills–” “Styles.” “Not for long,” Niall said in a sing-song tone, and Louis threw a chip at his face. It landed on top of his head. Niall grabbed it and put it in his mouth. “Anyway, so he is getting married tomorrow and invites you to help him bake a cake.” “Mhmm.” “And you accept. You can’t bake. And you can’t even make pancakes…Bravo.” Or…Louis is quick at assuming the worst, only for the best thing to happen. (one shot, 2k)
The Weirdest Bloody Ice Cream Shop - Harry made eye contact with Lou and noticed his eyes were very blue. “Well…” Harry started. “Because you have the same name as this shop. It’s a shop rule that everyone named Lou gets free fro-yo.” Lou’s lips turned up very slightly at each end. He was rather pretty when he wasn’t yelling at Harry. “Neat rule,” Lou said. “Too bad my name is Louis.” And with that Louis (not Lou) shoved a £10 note in the tip jar and walked out of Lou’s Frozen Yoghurt with his probable sister. Probably forever. Harry sighed and looked at his watch. He had two hours left before he could close up, and, as it would turn out, he thought about the cute, angry boy named Louis for most of them. OR the frozen yoghurt au in which harry accidentally accuses louis of wanting to date a 5 year old and louis keeps calling frozen yoghurt ice cream (one shot, 3k)
Crush on My Croissant - Every morning at 6:50am the most attractive man in the world walks into Harry’s bakery and orders a chocolate croissant. What happens when Harry finally decides it’s time to take things to the next level? (one shot, 3k, part of a small series)
took my heart upon a one way trip - in which, louis needs help with a poetry assignment and harry can’t stop staring at the pretty boy who walked into his bookshop. the other three are in there too. (one shot, 4k)
Only Reason - “We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.” No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage. Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world’s foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway. (one shot, 5k)
I made a map of your stars - Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.)
or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes. (one shot, 5k)
you make my whole world feel right when it’s wrong - “Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?” Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.” (or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can’t think of a better way to spend it than on him.) (one shot, 6k)
come on, jump out at me - Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to. And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses. (Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…) (one shot, 7k, part of a continuing and very good series )
Worth a Thousand Words - “Look, I’m learning some new stuff!”My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language? “Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel. Why?You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped. We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend. or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard. (one shot, 7k, bit of angst but mostly fluff)
Tentatively - The whole university was anxiously waiting for the final weeks of the semester to wrap up, the taste of the summer already hanging sweetly and tempting in the air. Harry was right there in the thick of it all, getting distracted by the very same feline-born he had been crushing on ever since the beginning of uni. Harry had absolutely no plans to ever approach the boy. Ever. But clearly the Universe (or the boy) wasn’t a fan of Harry having any control over his own damn life. -Or, Louis is a feline-born, and Harry’s big dumb crush on him is so massive he doesn’t know what to do with himself. (one shot, 8k)
Love Is a Kitten from Hell - Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window. Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in? (one shot, 8k)
When the Lion Met the Fawn - Maybe lions are meant to hunt fawns, but in this case was the fawn who hunted the lion. (Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is a natural fighter without a fight and Harry Styles is a fawn hybrid too scared to stay but even more scared to run away. He gives Louis a reason to fight for) (one shot, 9k)
but he can’t be what you need (if he’s eighteen) - “I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously. “It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy. “Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead. “Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.” or the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor. punk!louis and flowerchild!harry (one shot, 10k)
set alight my veins - If Liam really thinks it’s funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry’s going to have words with him later. When he’s managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (one shot, 11k)
Hold My Heart - “Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought. “Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?” Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.*** Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight. (one shot, 14k)
The Edge of the Stars - Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?” “Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son. (one shot, 16k)
the love is ours to make (so we should make it) - “I’m.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?” Harry responded. “A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve.” Louis remarked. Something caught Louis’ eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers. “Nineteen. I’m nineteen.” Harry replied. “Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?” or the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings. (one shot, 19k, some sad parts but still really cute)
Heart Without A Home - Louis is staying at the shelter when a late entry pulls at his conscience and he decides to share his precious bed with the mysterious Harry. The pair somehow find an instant bond but Louis can’t help but feel Harry is hiding something…Featuring Zayn as a chef, Perrie as the shelter manager and Liam as a helper- and Louis’ best mate. (one shot, 20k, this is kind of angsty but it still made me smile)
Away With The Fairies - Harry liked pretty things. Mostly the ornate flowers that grew around him, the trees majestically climbing towards the sky, sometimes the little colourful birds that flitted around in the branches of those trees. Harry’s wings themselves were considered beautiful, big butterfly-like shaped things glistening pink in the light but white underneath, almost translucent. He fluttered them behind him, feeling the breeze brushing off them. He was high up where he could see the most, studiously watching the human life on the ground below. He shouldn’t be here of course, he was beyond the borders of the part of the forest where his kind lived, but he couldn’t help it. Because Harry had found the prettiest thing of all. (one shot, 22k, you should read everything by this author)
faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too)** - “Are you seriously apologizing for taking out a bullet that was lodged in my shoulder and saving my life?” he asks slowly. “Y—yes?” the boy looks unsure of himself now. “Marry me—” For once, the boy isn’t the only one blushing and Louis silently curses Earthen terminology for making its way into his vocabulary. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he coughs out, “I mean thanks. That was very nice of you…?” “Harry,” the boy fills in quietly, flashing Louis a tentative smile. Louis thinks it suits him well and he mouths the name to himself, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. He watches as Harry hesitates before asking his own question, albeit doubtfully. “And you’re—you’re P—Peter Pan, right?” Or, the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child. (one shot, 27k, quite a bit of angst but Harry’s character was too cute for me to not include)
with your love we could breathe underwater - Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis. Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one. AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated. (one shot, 28k)
So I know I’m cutting it extremely close, but I was at work today. Anyways, here’s my first entry for Lance Week. Enjoy!!
Lance was a middle child, so he was used to being the one who kept the peace between everyone. He was also used to being left out of things a lot. Too young to hang with his older sibling, and too old to play with his younger ones. This is how he often found himself among the adults in his family. They found it cute how he’d like to sit with them and join their conversations about politics, sports, and religion. It was this reasons his parents placed a lot of responsibilities on him. Watch your younger siblings while we’re at work, keep your older ones from fighting, make sure everyone eats if we’re late, clean up the place before bed. It was a lot of work placed on his small little shoulders, but one of his greatest fears was disappointing his parents. So, he’d just grin and bear it.
When he joined the Galaxy Garrison, he didn’t really have to look out for anyone but himself, and his best friend Hunk of course. It was so liberating not having so many responsibilities and worries like he did back home. No one expected too much from him, and since the groups were separated by age he was just right to hang out with everyone. Not too young and not too old. It was perfect. Well not to perfect, the one thing that remained the same was him always being compared to someone. Back home it was his older brother. Then at the Garrison, it was Keith. Got shot up into space and he’s still being compared to Keith. Still, things weren’t so bad, or at least that’s what he had convinced himself the for the first few months.
After a while, the quietness of the castle started to get to him. If he wasn’t making the noise himself, it had a far too eerie feel to the place. Though as time passed he started to quiet down, not wanting to annoy everyone just so he can keep himself sane. When he talked to Blue about it, she decided to fill his head with the sound of the ocean to comfort him, especially on restless nights. It still wasn’t the same. Who would’ve known that Lance would miss the constant bickering that his home provided?
One thing that apparently remained, however, was the separation between everyone that had Lance feeling alone. He wasn’t smart enough to talk tech stuff with Hunk and Pidge, he wasn’t strong enough to train with Shiro and Keith, and he was too human to relate to anything to Allura and Coran talked about. Heck, even the mice had each other to converse with. And while Lance of course still had Blue, it just wasn’t the same as having an abled bodied person to interact with. Once again, he was alone.
Yeah I know I’m late but last two days was really hard for me so, here’s the day 5. I made a comic about my human AU. Their names are Zara Blue and Zella Yellow. I desided to make in this comic angst and fluff at the same time. I think there will be 2 or 3 parts. And also I finishing my sketch for day 6))) And I hope u`ll like it)))
Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.
A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier.
Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.
Within minutes the living room is crowded, everyone sitting at their usual spots, which somehow formed in harmony amongst everyone. Tony is in his chair, Pepper on one of the armrests, Steve is in one corner of the couch, Natasha next to him, Wanda next to her, Vision ending the row on the other end of the couch. Clint is perched up on one of the beams hanging from the ceiling -which Tony denies placing there for him especially- Sam sitting with Maria on the ‘love seat’, Bruce alone in a recliner resembling Tony’s. Bucky himself is on the window-seat, staring at the team, a bunch of misfits, really, wondering how it al became so harmonious.
Since so many of you asked so kindly, here we are my lovely starlings! All the love to @ohwhataprettypinkhat for being my friend and helping me so much to add to her lovely prompt. You’re the real MVP here!
The planet was interesting to say
the least. It wasn’t humanoid enough to mistake it for earth. But it also
wasn’t foreign enough to mistake it for another alien planet. It was a strange
disorientating mix. Though Lance could feel the extra gravity weighing on him,
his arm was buzzing with a strange numbness too that felt heavier than the rest
of his body. The lion on his arm almost feeling like it was real and digging
into his shoulder and not just alien ink.
On the surface of the planet it was
mostly rocks, dust was kicking up everywhere and Lance was pretty glad that
they were keeping their helmets on for this mission. Who know what kind of dirt
would get into his empty piercing is he took off his helmet in these
conditions. Lance frown as his arm throbbed. Though, he supposed he had worst
problems than that. His arm wasn’t moving easily. The shoulder not at all.
Wasn’t that his shooting arm? Fuck. A hand on his shoulder jolted him out of
“Are you alright Lance?” Allura was
there, a soft smile only reserved for him was there on her slightly pink lips.
Lance smiled back reassuringly.
“I’m alright gorgeous. Though, do
you know what’s in alien tattoos, it’s just ink, right?” Allura paused to
think, a hand slipping down comfortably to the others waist as they walked
together, almost looking like brother and sister with their familiar actions
and similar skin tones.
“I believe so, though the different
colors might come from flecks of sea rock material since your tattoos are in
fact blue. Why do you ask?” Lance held back a grimace. Rocks often held metal,
didn’t they? His arm was probably being dragged down by the gravity of the
planet. That, was something to work around. How was he going to shoot if he had
too? Well, thank god he was ambidextrous. He’d have one arm to work with at
“Ah, nothing Allura, just curious
after someone asked me about it.” Allura took the excuse with an easy nod as
Lance followed the other, still star stuck, paladins to the diplomat’s
chambers. Smiling at Lance with a now smug smile. Those other paladins had
nothing on Allura, she loved them of course, they were her paladins. But god
were they dense. At least Lance was getting a little attention now. Allura
But, how did anyone see the tattoo
while Lance was in armor?
Allura shrugged it off. It was
probably one of the paladins that saw Lance before he suited up. Lance probably
avoiding saying who it was because he knew she was still upset at the rest of
them for ignoring their team mates. Allura brushed off the thought and swept
back into the room. Lance out of his armor was the first thing she saw before
she looked around. Feeling relieved that it seemed it was a safe place as
everyone was coming out of their battle suits.
The tan Cuban boy wince as his arm
failed to move to pull out the chair in the meeting. The buzzing was much worse
than when he’d been in the suit before. It was like a physical ache that was
trying to claw him down into the ground. But Lance ignored it easily, shuffling
into the chair awkwardly and cradling his arm discreetly in his lap. Trying to
take the pressure off of it, which worked to help Lance a little bit as he
silently cursed himself.
Of course, he’d thought of the
piercings being metal, but he hadn’t thought of the metal concentrate in the
big ass tattoo of his main shooting arm. Luckily, it was going to be a short
visit. Just a peaceful meeting and negotiation. And the leader had assured them
all that the chambers were a clean safe place to take off their armor. So,
Lance didn’t think he had to worry about getting sick or infected with
something. -He’d already dealt with a space illness, never a-fucking-gain
please-The lean boy relaxed against his chair as Allura came up and sat beside
him with a hand on his shoulder in a quietly affectionate gesture that had
Lance smiling almost unnoticeably like an idiot. Leaning slightly into her
touch as the meeting went on. He could feel the rest of them staring at him,
but, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. She was the one that was always
there for him, and if she was still willingly to smother him with attention
than that was fine by Lance. The others were still, friends in a way, it wasn’t
like training with them had stopped, or all conversations. They just didn’t pay
attention when it mattered… or maybe Lance just had the shittiest timing to try
and start conversations in the world.
Either way, honestly, Lance had
spent months trying to get their attention. And it hadn’t worked. If they
wanted to actually have a conversation and a relationship with him. They were
going to have to put in the work to make it not one sided. So, they’d have to
come to him this time.
That was fair, right?
His arm groaned quietly as Allura’s
grip adjusted lower. His shoulder was almost slinking out of its joint in near
dislocation. God, how strong was the fucking gravity here? Lance felt like
something was compressing his chest. But he still smiled, sending a small
glance at the clock. There would only be about ten more minutes before Lance
could suit up and they’d all head to the castle to call it a day. Until the
meetings tomorrow which Allura would be handling alone. The paladins were
honestly just for show to the public. Lance knew how the game went. Though, he
had been going with Allura these past few meetings, and gotten quite well
versed in the diplomatic and intricate ploys of politics. Knowing how to play
the people charmer helped his learning experience too. He thought he’d skip
As much as he whined playfully, he
didn’t really like to complain unless it was for dramatic and comedy purposes.
Besides, his shoulder would probably just need a break in good gravity and some
rest to recover. It already felt better when he took the weight off of it by
leaning it against the table.
Damn, he could only imagine how
Shiro was feeling right now. His whole fucking right arm was metal. Wasn’t it?
Shiro didn’t really seemed that bothered by it. Galran, druid magic bullshit
right there. What the fuck. True, he kind of did this to himself though. He wanted
the big ass ocean and lion themed tattoo to be blue to represent his beautiful
girl, and now he was going to pay the god damn price.
Eh, it was only for a mission. One
planet. Then it would be onto the next.
A meeting that was now finally over
and god no Lance forgot about getting up and staying up with his arm trying to
pry itself out of his body. God fucking damn it. Lance gritted his teeth as he
forced his burningly numb arm to move and put on his helmet for him. Holding
his breath and stumbling his way to the castle which gave him almost immediate relief.
His arm jolting back into his socket and almost feeling as light as air. The
pain and ache was wading away slowly. Lance wanted to laugh in relief. Allura
“You alright? You’re distracted on
me.” Lance grinned.
“You mean, I’m /spacing out/ on you
gorgeous.” Allura paused, before sneering in disgust as Coran smothered a laugh
down the hall.
“I’m disgusted that I actually set
you up for that one. Coran. I need a healing pod, immediately. Lance infected
me with stupid.” Coran wondered down the hall, ignoring the other paladins
filing into the room.
“Ah princess Allura, don’t worry. Me
and my boy can teach you all you need to know in the ways of bad puns and dad
jokes. I’m quite sure of that.” Lance smothered a smile.
“Hello Quite Certain of That, I’m
Lance.” Coran turned to him with a similar sneer of disgust to match Allura’s
“Never mind. Throw him in the
healing pod. Anyone with that bad of a sense of human has something wrong.
Allura hold him down and I’ll shove him in the pod.” The three looked at each other
as Allura grabbed Lance’s shoulders slowly, before the three of them burst into
laughter. Lance almost having tears running down his face from how hard he was
laughing. Cause the paladins who had trickled in to stare.
“Coran my man, I already hold the
record for most healing pod visits. Do I get a prize for that by the way?”
“You’ll get a prize when you win a
battle and don’t have to use the healing pod.” Lance whistled.
“Damn, those are some high
requirements you have.” The two laughed as Allura looked back to the paladins
who were all staring longingly and curiously before catching her gaze. She
smirked and clung to Lance a little tighter. Him unconsciously leaning into her
embrace as she gave a smug look.
Coran and Allura have played
favorites, and it was damn obvious who was the favorite one of the batch. The
other paladins would just have to deal. Allura turned back her full attention
to Lance and Coran and rejoined the conversations as the others lingered
silently. As if waiting for a chance to speak with the blue paladin, a chance
that from the looks Allura and even Coran were sometimes shooting them, would
not be happening in the near future.
“Lance, you either need the healing
pod all the time. Or refuse it when you desperately need it.” Lance looked indignant.
“You shush your pretty face
princess! It was a small infection for a minor injury. I was lightly stabbed.
And my belly piercing was new! Who knew when we’d get to the next planet that
could do that kind of piercing would be! I didn’t want it to get healed over!”
“Lance, you had an over 100-degree
fever, which even you conceded to tell us was not normal for humans. You were
sweating bullets and constantly tired and I barely even touched your wound
before you almost shrieked and collapsed onto yourself. How is that even
considered minor in your mind?”
mean, I didn’t die. That counts.” Shiro froze. Lance had an infection? When was
that? And he didn’t ask them for help? It was almost terrifying. They were so
caught up in their own lives and projects they hadn’t noticed their teammate
suffering a severe injury. And obviously a long time ago with how lightly they
were talking about it. It wasn’t a fresh topic. Which it really wasn’t. (It
seemed like every spa night they had Allura would give him shit for that as he
did her face mask. In between seconds of her scolding Coran for eating all
their cucumbers and listening intently to Lance’s ramblings about his family of
weird things he’d seen on the latest planet. Or his slightly odd, slightly funny
obsession with mermaids.)
was flabbergasted and almost heart broken. He’d missed seeing this paladin grow
up so much. What else had he missed with the Cuban boy. Did he miss any
developments with the others? Was everyone else feeling as guilty as he felt?
Keith was never an easy person to read, but it was easy to tell when he was
having an inner battle with himself and it was clear as day to Shiro what today’s
himself for not noticing his interest being hurt, not noticing the little
changes and the new quirks. Wanting to both murder anyone that had hurt Lance
and wanting to clear the air. And the battle of how he could even approach the
topic, much less apologize for not noticing the blue paladin for so long.
they all loved him so much. Yet they hadn’t even seen the changes or noticed
them. How had they been so caught up that they didn’t even notice their friend
could they do to fix this?
It was true, the mission only lasted
a few days, and after Allura pried the knowledge of Lance’s tattoo literally
dragging him down she let him hang around and do chores with Coran for the
remainder of their time on the planet. But something still wasn’t feeling right
with Lance. It still felt hard to breath, and sometimes it hurt to even open
his eyes in the morning. As if they dark was almost too bright for him to
handle. The dizziness was worse though. It felt like he was constantly on a
tilt-a-whirl. And Lance was only thankful that he wasn’t nauseous. Though he
had a feeling that people were starting to catch on to him feeling under the
People kept bugging him. First it
was Keith. Doing random shit, and almost acting like they used to. Small
bickering. Challenges. But Lance didn’t know how to react anymore. His
instincts and personality were intact, so bickering was easy. But he was tiring
out easily after the last mission for some reason, by the end of their argument
Lance really wasn’t up to sparring. So, Lance just brushed away with a smile.
He knew Keith was looking at him weirdly, but Lance was honestly too tired to
Hunk invited him to hang out in the
kitchen and bake and Lance was happy to do so, until the loud beeping of
kitchen timers and the heat started to make Lance feel like he was on the
worlds worse fair ride and he wandered away with a reassuringly smile. Ending
up in a quiet dark room with Pidge, which was like heaven. Low maintenance social
interaction, a dark room, and comfy seat. It was damn nice and probably his
favorite interaction with Pidge at the moment as they just enjoyed the silent
moment. Pidge showing her attention with simple gestures, like leaning on Lance
or small nudges every now at then.
Next interaction, was not so
pleasant as Lance finally faced it. His fears about getting infected with
something through the holes in his face had come true as he woke up with a
throbbing headache, pale skin, and a flush that almost made him look as red as
the lion that mullet man piloted.
In other words, he was sick as hell.
And the first person to see him bundled up on his bed, half delirious with a
fever? Not Allura or Coran or even anyone else. Just Takashi fucking Shirogane.
Basically, the last person Lance would want to show weakness too. Shiro was
almost Lance’s hero, despite the long rough patch of Shiro basically not
noticing a thing about him except in training or battles. Who the hell wants
their hero to see them sweating bullets and almost crying from how bad of a migraine
No fucking one. That’s who.
Honestly, the only thing that was
keeping him grounded from a freak out was playing with his tongue piercing. A
small habit he’d developed over the months of having it. And maybe the fact
that Lance was only really half aware of what the hell was going on as his door
slid open with an ear grinding click. Letting more light that Lance really
wanted or liked into the room as Shiro walked in with quiet, but still too
fucking loud, footsteps.
“Lance? Are you awake yet? You weren’t
at breakfast, so I came to check on you.” Huh, it was past breakfast. It felt
like the middle of the night. But that still didn’t explain why Shiro was here.
No one ever batted an eye when he missed breakfast. Usually he just spent breakfast
with Blue because of the fact he was never really hungry in the mornings.
“Lance?” He was freezing and hot at
the same time, but nothing compared to the feeling of Shiro’s human hand on his
forehead. It was warm and cold all at the same time. Though Lance had no doubt
his forehead was probably sweaty and gross and he felt a little bad that Shiro
touched him when he felt disgusting and was probably contagious, but nice too.
Because he was feeling a little selfish and god damn it Shiro’s large hand felt
really fucking nice on his skin.
“God, you’re burning up. Shit. Uh.
Fuck. Can’t leave him like this, but, shit. It’s alright Lance, I got you.”
Honestly, to Lance. It sounded more like freaking out that handling it. But
that was just Lance. And he wasn’t about to complain as Shiro tucked him in
more firmly with another blanket switch to place his cool metal hand on Lance’s
forehead as he murmured into the com just barely audibly.
“Yeah, he’s got a fever and I think
a headache. Do you have aspirin or Tylenol? No. No! It’s a human medication to
help people with pain and fevers. No, I don’t know if anything else is wrong.
He’s breathing a little funny, fevers can do that to some people on earth.
Thanks Coran. Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him.” And Shiro went quiet, gently
running his fingers through the gorgeously maintained brown hair that had the
colors of a tropical sea intertwined in it.
“I’m sorry Lance. I’ll be a better
leader, I’ll pay more attention, and I swear to god you won’t ever feel like
you’re being ignored by me or us ever again. I promise that to you right now,
and I’ll keep telling you that every day if I have to. Just. Please get better
and let us get that chance to make it up to you.” Lance’s lips quirked up in a
small smile despite him feeling like shit.
It almost felt like, things were
going to be alright.
Hiii! Could I request for either a HC or a drabble of the bros reacting to the reader who suddenly got a case of the hiccups and is unable to stop? Bonus points if she ends up sulking because it's super annoying. 😂
first, Noctis doesn’t really pay much attention to your cute little squeaks.
He’s much too busy on his phone, trying to beat Prompto in a round of King’s
Knight. But then you start to squeak a little quicker, to the point you’re
continuously squeaking like some kind of alarm. Noctis finally places his phone
down, and his midnight blues land on you- impassive as always.
“What’s wrong?” he asks dumbly.
You want to groan, but the moment you try to get the
sound out of your mouth, you hiccup really loudly. You clamp your hand over
your mouth and pout in annoyance at both Noctis and yourself.
“Help- *hic*- me!” you complain.
Noctis’ lips break out into a smile. “You sound so
You slap Noctis over the head, leaving the both of you
pouting side by side until Ignis brings you a bottle of water.
hiccup cutely and Prompto giggles. “Awww, do it again!” he cheers happily. You
roll your eyes, and involuntarily hiccup again. Prompto claps his hands together
in glee and frantically begins to look around the tent floor for something.
“Where’s my camera… I need to capture this cute moment of our relationship…”
You grab Prompto’s hand in a death grip, the gravity
of your hold and glare losing its effect as you hiccup cutely again- your whole
body jumping up at the intensity of the hiccup. “Don’t you- *hic*- dare,
Argentum!” you warn.
Prompto dares though- and he captures you mid hiccup.
Your eyes are shut, and you look like you’re about to sneeze. Prompto erupts in
laughter at the shot he got of you, and you’ve pounced onto him, ticking him
for his camera to delete the shot.
alone in the motel room with Gladio while the other guys are out at the
convenience store stocking up on curatives and grabbing some groceries so that
Ignis can cook something up for everyone on the stove. You’re lying on your
back, your body jolting up every time you hiccupped. You pouted and turned to
face Gladio who was calmly reading one of his ancient looking novels.
“Gladio- I need
water!” you whined pathetically, another hiccup forcing its way out of your
mouth. Gladio glanced at you over the cover of his book with warm amber eyes
and shrugged his strong shoulders nonchalantly.
“Well, the tap’s over in the kitchenette. Go grab
some.” He replied back easily, flipping a page of his book with his index
finger. You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. You kicked your legs
around in displeasure before sitting up with another bout of violent hiccups, glaring
at Gladio as you passed him.
You filled a glass with water and drank it in small,
slow sips. That seemed to do the trick. Then, when you had calmed down, you
filled the glass up with water again and walked up to Gladio with an evil grin
on your face. You quickly dumped the water across his legs, earning a
disgruntled groan from the Prince’s Shield as you ran to the bathroom and
locked yourself in it.
A few moments later, Gladio banged on the door- his
voice full of mirth despite you wetting him in a petty attempt at getting back
“Open up babe- I need a towel!”
rubbed your back as you pouted down at your knees, your head hung as your bout
of hiccups continued through the night. “Sweetheart, you have to drink some
“But I’m so full from-*hic*- your cooking! I’ll-*hic*-
throw up!” you argued lightly, feeling miserable. Noctis and Prompto sniggered
at you from the other side of the campfire while Gladio merely stared at you
with pity in his eyes.
“You know, that always happens to me when I eat cup
noodles too fast-.”
You laughed through your hiccups and nodded at Gladio.
“Yeah-*hic*- I did eat Iggy’s dinner too-*hic*- fast tonight. But it was just
so-*hic*- good! And I was-*hic*- hungry!” you explained through your hiccups.
You suddenly felt Ignis pull you up by the hand so
that you were standing. The royal advisor smiled down at you fondly and looped
your hand under his arm as he walked forward. “Allow me to accompany you for a
walk then, my dearest lady. You’ll feel much better after you’ve had the
opportunity to digest, and then we can come back and try drinking some water
later.” Ignis suggested gently.
“I never thought I would be having a ‘digestion’
conversation-*hic*- with my boyfriend. Oh- the-*hic*- humanity!” You cried out
dramatically, pouting in embarrassment and annoyance as Noctis and Prompto
broke into peals of laughter at your words while Gladio and Ignis merely
glanced at you, amusement twinkling in their eyes.
“Don’t worry Y/N. Iggy will take care of ya!” Gladio
reassured as he turned back to his book.
Ignis nodded, pressing a sweet kiss against your cheek
at the sight of your cute annoyed pout as you hiccupped adorably.
“That’s right- fret not, my love. I’ll cure you of
this insufferable ailment. You have my word.”
You sighed. “You don’t have to be so-*hic*- dramatic
about it, Iggy…” you muttered.
Warnings: Fluff? I never know if I should tag that as a warning.
A/N: I’m tired. It’s been a long time since I’ve uploaded last. Per tradition, it’s very late and I should be asleep. I wrote this because I felt like that and needed that but I didn’t get that so I pretended I got that by writing that.
(A poem by me) Lol, jk. But it is late and I’m tired and I need that, that’s true. Okay, I’ll let you read it now.
Today had been bad. You had been surrounded by people the whole day, barely getting a moment for yourself, and it didn’t help that you were anxious to begin with.
It wasn’t like you had Anxiety with capitalized A, but you were probably more anxious and had a lower self-esteem than the average human. Some days were good. Some days you could talk with people, go to the store, go to school or work or a hobby, you name it, and you would feel good. You would feel great actually!
Then there were the bad days. Those days where you barely got out of bed, where you dressed in the most comfortable clothes you owned, but you still felt like you were wearing some tight ass clothes woven with acid and itching wool. Where you debated whether to have your hair in a ponytail, which was more comfortable, or down so you could hide your face. Where you got annoyed if anyone talked to you, and where you spaced out just because you couldn’t be socializing right now.
This was one of those days. You had gone to school in your baggiest sweatpants and your darkest hoodie. You had spent the day with one earbud in and a book in your hand, but everyone just absolutely had to ask you something all the time.
When those torturous seven hours finally were over, you were done. Which was why you canceled your plans with your friends and sped out of the school, and finally home. Finally your sweet bed.
The first thing you did was take a nap. When you woke up, disoriented and groggy, you checked your phone. On it lighted a message from your boyfriend, Shawn.
Are you okay? Your friends told me you had been crabby all day and that when school was over, you had canceled all plans and sped out like the school was on fire?
You smiled, thinking how lucky you were to have a boyfriend who cared so much about you. You knew many girls with boyfriends who didn’t give one damn about their partner.
It’s just been a long day. My anxiety is worse today.
You had told Shawn about your bad days, and he had been 100% supportive. He asked what he could do and regularly checked to make sure you felt fine in his presence. You were sat, staring at the white wall in front of you, too occupied with what was going on your head when your phone plinged, signalizing a new message from Shawn.
:’( Come over? The house is empty and I have an internet connection ;)
You laughed and shook your head, but got your car keys and jacket anyway. Maybe some socializing wouldn’t be too bad?
When you arrived, you walked right in. Shawn was your childhood friend and by you were ten you had gotten a key to the house. You had even gotten a plaque one Christmas that said: ‘Honorary Mendes Family Member’
Shawn wasn’t downstairs, which meant he was in his room upstairs. When you walked up you could hear music, and when you opened the door to his room you almost gasped in surprise.
Shawn was sat in a chair in the corner, plucking on his guitar. That wasn’t what surprised you though because that was completely normal. What surprised you were the snacks in bowls filling up both his night tables. Popcorn and chocolate and chips and dip and candy. You had never seen that much snacks in one place, but that was probably because you barely ate it at home and you always missed out on the movie nights and game nights at the Mendes’ Household. Shawn looked up, his bright brown eyes glittering, and smiled that perfect, pearly white smile of his.
“You like it? Because I have Hotel Transylvania ready on my laptop and this candy will only be eaten while watching a movie.”
You nodded as you grinned. You were almost to tears, mostly because you were very emotional and sensitive at the moment, but also because Shawn was so great and you didn’t deserve anyone like him. Gods he was amazing. He told you to get comfortable, so you crawled down under the cover and made the pillow sit comfortably in you back while he turned off the lights and got his laptop from the desk. Soon enough you were sat, you leaned into him, watching Hotel Transylvania.
You were about halfway through the movie, and halfway through the snacks when you noticed Shawn staring at you with a smile on his face.
“What?” you asked, and he shook his head.
“I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are, especially when you’re laughing.”
You blushed and hid your face in his chest, but he paused the movie and gently cupped your face as he tilted it up to look at him.
“I mean it. You are beautiful, and I love you, and I want you to be happy. Never think you can’t come to me with any of your problems because I will fight the world to make you happy.” He said, his face serious, and you started to cry again.
“Thank you.” You sobbed. You didn’t know you needed to hear that until now.
You looked up at him again with tears streaming down your face. “Thank you.”
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your hair. “I love you.” You whispered back.
And like you stayed for the rest of the movie, his arm tightly around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder.
I know you don't write wayhaught but, i was wondering if you could write a soft and fluffy wayhaught cuddling fic? I've been in a big wayhaught mood lately soo
A/N: I have gotten a couple requests for these two, and since I love them as a couple and my boss (and half of my office) is out today…why not? Sorry if I haven’t quite gotten their characters down as well yet! It’s the first time I’m writing them
It wasn’t as though Purgatory stopped functioning when it snowed…no, they were too used to the bitter winters and blizzards to act like their American neighbors down south. But just because Waverly had lived there her whole life didn’t mean she had to like everything about the town—and winters? They were simply not her thing.
“Hey, baby! Wanna come keep me warm :)” Waverly texted Nicole on one particularly blustery afternoon.
Nicole hesitated. On the one hand, yes. All of the yes. But on the other hand, she was at work, and Nedley was finally trusting her enough to be in charge of the precinct when he was out, to take on bigger cases and supervise investigations. “Can it wait one hour for my shift to end?” Nicole sent back.
“Fineee…” A few minutes later: “I miss you.”
Nicole chewed on her lower lip. She missed Nicole too, and ever since they got rid of whatever that goo demon was inside of her, she’d wanted to spend as much time as possible with her girlfriend. Because now she tasted like her Waverly again, felt and acted like her Waverly—and not just sometimes, always. “I miss you too, sweetie,” Nicole sent back. “Counting down the minutes…unless you wanted to come here? Nedley isn’t in…”
Waverly grinned, glad to see that Nicole was still as excited about their relationship as she was, still as enthralled with her as she was with Nicole, still as insatiable when it came to the hours they spent together up in Waverly’s bedroom at the Homestead or in Nicole’s apartment or the Sheriff’s office or, a couple of times, in the backseat of Nicole’s police cruiser. “I’d love to, but it’s too cold.”
Nicole tried not to laugh, though all she could picture was Waverly bundled up, clutching her hot chocolate, complaining loudly about the not unseasonably cold winters in the town she chose to call home all these years. “I promise I’ll warm you up so soon!”
“Holding you to it!”
As soon as Nicole got off work, she drove over to the Homestead, stopping only to pick up a bag of the mini marshmallows she knew Waverly loved to add to her cocoa. “Waves!” she called up when the door didn’t immediately fly open.
“It’s open!” Waverly yelled.
Nicole popped her head through the door, pushing it shut and locking it back up—after all, Purgatory might be a small town, but it wasn’t the kind of place where she felt okay with whomever (or whatever) might creep through her door in the middle of the night.
“Where are you, baby?” Nicole yelled.
“Up in my bedroom,” Waverly called back.
Nicole grinned, wondering if perhaps the door had been left open to allow Waverly an entrance of sorts—maybe another surprise performance in that cheerleading uniform? She definitely wouldn’t mind an uninterrupted dance from a non-gooed Waverly.
But when she made it up the stairs, she was greeted with a very different sight: Waverly curled up in her bed, all four of her basic blankets wrapped around her with her bonus blanket draped across her lap. “Aren’t you just adorable?” Nicole laughed.
“What happened to beautiful and sexy?” Waverly pouted.
“Oh, definitely those too. Definitely. It’s just a little harder to tell when all I can see are your eyes and your nose,” Nicole teased.
“Mm, maybe you join me under the blanket?”
“I think that could be arranged…but what do you say to moving this party down to the first floor? I can make you cocoa, and you can pick a movie?”
“Can it be a documentary?” Waverly asked, suddenly perking up.
“If I get to snuggle in that blanket cocoon with you, it can be whatever you want.”
A few minutes later, Nicole came out clutching two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the bag of mini marshmallows tucked under her arm.
“You’re amazing,” Waverly gushed, reaching for the marshmallows and her mug, holding it close to her face and letting the steam warm her. “Have I told you that?”
“Mm…a couple of times. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”
“Good. Because you’re amazing. Now come and cuddle me! There’s a new History Channel documentary I’ve been dying to see.” Nicole tuned out a little bit while Waverly was talking, too distracted by how perfect Waverly seemed, gesturing excitedly with her free hand as she let her enthusiasm for the subject show.
Once they started the movie, Nicole tucked herself into the blankets behind Waverly, curling around her and draping an arm protectively across her waist. She trailed soft kisses up Waverly’s neck and across her cheeks, watching as small dimples appeared on Waverly’s cheeks with every teasing kiss.
By the time Wynonna got home, Nicole and Waverly had fallen fast asleep, curled into each other under a whole pile of blankets while Netflix’s “Are you still watching?” screen blinked in the background. Shaking her head in amusement, Wynonna tip-toed across the room, turning off the television and moving the empty mugs into the kitchen sink. As much as the idea of the baby scared her, she suspected that this little Earp was going to have enough mothers and love to last a lifetime.