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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you so much for all your great recommendations this week! (Reminder to please send in your recommendations before Friday! Thank you!)

Rec’d by anonymous:
P.S. I Love You by c000kiesandcream, Teen, 17k **Major character death
My dearest Yuuri,
If you are reading this then, sadly, the inevitable has happened. First things first, I am so sorry for the hurt I know I am causing you.
Secondly, this means that the next step of your adventure is on the horizon.
P.S. I Love You

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Rec’d by @peacefulgun :
A Spoonful of Sugar by Budinca, Teen, 15k (WIP)
The miraculous process of Victor learning how to cook, in short installments.

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Rec’d by anonymous, anonymous, and @skatinggays :
Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 11k
Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.
Ivan da Maria by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 10k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence and major character death
Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn’t in their nature.

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Rec’d by @atrium-nocte :
count your blessings (not your flaws) by zerotransfat, Teen, 15k
In the countryside where Victor’s Aunt Natasha lived, there is a forest. People say that there are strange things living there, and if you wander in you can never find your way out again.He was six years old when he got lost. And then, just as Victor was crying alone in the middle of the woods… he appeared.

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Rec’d by @victuuriengineering:
Olympian Newbie by ratherbehere, Teen, 3.3k
Yuuri doesn’t know why Victor Nikiforov is in Detroit, and he doesn’t know why Victor–an Olympic ice skating champion–is pretending to need his help learning to skate. And frankly? He doesn’t care what the reasons are, as long as he gets to spend time with his idol.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 7.1k (WIP)
An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
My Valentine by QueenofFennoscandia, Explicit, 10k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
An apocalyptic Fantasy AU in which everyone seems to want Yuuri dead. Honestly, he never expects to meet someone who would want something else from him. That is, until he falls on his knees before Viktor Nikiforov.

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Rec’d by @duckie-duckduck :
There’s a Difference series by GordandV, Gen-Teen, 7.6k (WIP)
A series of one-shots surrounding the podium family and their friends!

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri, Mature, 21k (WIP)
Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good. Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver… and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. 

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki :
Down but not out by IllyasJames, Gen, 1.3k
The one thing Yuuri never thought he would experience is a Victor down with a fever. And apparently Victor was holding back on his clingy behavior til now. Which is just exhausting.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
In the Cold of the Night by impolitecanadian, Mature, 41k
In which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Cognitive Dissonance by Katyaton, Teen, 51k (WIP) TW: kidnapping
When Yuuri gets kidnapped one night in St. Petersburg, all hell breaks loose. The police claim they are doing all they can to find him, but with so little clues to track him down, it seems like he’ll never be found. Viktor begins growing desperate, and just as it seems like his Yuuri will never be rescued, he and the police come across a startling video - A video of Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Catch Me, Capture Me by GlitterDrop, Teen, 33k (WIP)
Yuuri is an aspiring artist looking for a tutor. Victor is his hero, only Yuuri has never been able to find a picture of his face. Their meeting is accidental, yet it feels almost fated.

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Rec’d by @deadlychildartemis :
Sweetsilversub by phlintandsteel, Explicit, 71k
When Katsuki Yuuri thinks about his life, he feels like maybe it should have the subtitle ‘A Study In Contradictions’ after it. As he grows and learns more about himself though, he decides he’s willing to acknowledge that being a 'Work In Progress’ is ok too.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 36k
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Carnage of the Art by ExorcisingEmily, Teen, 52k
When Yuri Plisetsky faces a career-threatening injury during practice in the days following Yuuri’s arrival in St. Petersburg, Victor and Yuuri take up the task of helping get him back on his feet as they juggle training, competition, and their evolving relationship. Life is what happens off of the ice, and love in all its forms—romantic and familial—is what makes that worthwhile.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
silver scales and golden wishing wells by JMonCheri (they changed their username to this!), Teen, 13k
the knights fought valiantly, they have slayed the dragon
Yuuri cried from days on end… he loved that dragon

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Rec’d by @tragedy-boy :
All The Better by fundips, Mature, 15k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
Viktor Nikiforov is often labeled as a “big bad wolf” by urban legend, though he doesn’t exactly consider himself a terrible being. He doesn’t try to do bad, even though his past could be riddled with such. He settles down in a small town, part-wolf by night and human by day. However, Viktor isn’t the only one who lives a double life. Yuuri Katsuki catches his eye one day, and Viktor discovers the boy to not be all he seems to be.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Petals on Black by stormfree, Mature, 6.9k (WIP)
The cliche where the Top Student™ reluctantly falls for the delinquent playboy (who in reality is just a shy drug dealer).

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Send Me An Angel by Neoniichan, Teen, 41k (WIP)
They’d discussed becoming parents before, but they’d never expected it would happen in such a profound, life-changing, and beautiful way. Both Yuri and Viktor are totally in awe of how overwhelmingly perfect their son is in their eyes, from the time he’s a tiny newborn and increasingly more so as he grows into a young man. They wanted to be parents, but are they really ready for the struggles this whole parenthood thing brings?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 1.7k (WIP)
Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ptichye Moloko by lilithduvare, Melody_thysoulandthylove, Mature, 28k
Viktor is a two time Academy Award winner actor who, while shooting a movie in Japan accidentally found a small cake shop Agape & Eros and instantly fell in love with the stunning desserts on display. He, however, did not expect to fall in love with the gorgeous but shy man who ran the shop.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
so this guy walks into a bar… by silvercistern, Explicit, 16k
Instead of talking over their future, two grown-ass, married adults pretend to be strangers in a club.

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Broken Trust - Part Two

Summary: From what you’ve been told the British Men of Letters weren’t people you would really like. Though you didn’t expect to get that caught up with one of them, breaking the Winchester’s trust with your actions.

Words: 1389

Pairing: Eventual Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

Originally posted by endiness

Warnings: None except for a bit of Spoilers for 12x14

A/N: Text messages at the bottom of the fic. Bold stands for Ketch, Italic stands for Reader.  You can write yourself down for upcoming Ketch fics on my taglist.

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anonymous asked:

Unique headcanon request incoming: How do you think some of the different Naruto characters would sneeze? It's winter and everyone seems to have caught a cold where I live, so I've been thinking about it. (sorry if this seems weird ;-;)

  • Shino sounds like a toy gun, just a little “pew pew” sound. he keeps tons of kleenex in his pockets. his collar probably saves everyone else from getting sick, but trap it in there and prolongs his cold. you can’t win em all. 
  • Chōji, Sakura, and Lee sneeze moderately loud and are high key super embarrassed by it. Choji will probs know he has to sneeze and immediately excuse himself because #polite. Sakura has germ-x at the ready. Lee doesn’t understand why he’s sneezing, he followed all of Gai-Sensei’s tips for a healthy lifestyle. 
  • it’s apparently downright scandalous to hear Hinata or Neji sneeze. Hinata is 100% bashful afterword and apologizes and Neji has spent the last 45 minutes arguing with you that he is not, in fact, sick (except he is)
  • Kiba and Naruto sneeze way louder than necessary, like howling-at-the-moon loud. everyone in the village can hear it. 
  • Shikamaru sneezes so hard he wakes himself up. 
  • Tenten and Ino rarely sneeze tbh, mostly because Tenten is as healthy as a horse and Ino would never let you see it to know. there’s a legend around Konoha that if you see Ino sneeze you will be granted eternal life. 
Crush (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Summary: Bellamy has liked the reader for quite some time and only now has the guts to say it after all this time.

A/N: enjoyed writing this so much, I’m pretty proud of it so I hope you like it too 😊 xx

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you have a little crush on me, Bellamy Blake.” You raise an eyebrow and Bellamy crosses his arms with an amused expression on his pretty face. The two of you have been sharing secret glances at one another all day. Neither were complaining. There’s no denying there’s always been something between you and the fearless leader standing casually in front of you. Sure there’s been some tough times for the both of you, but the one thing that makes everything alright are these moments with Bellamy when no matter what had happened, he hadn’t lost his sense of humour. In a way it gives you hope.

“Well, I’ve had a crush you for more than a year but…” he remarks with a small smirk plastered to his face. You freeze as his lips continue moving, “thanks for noticing.“ You don’t move. You can’t. You stay there looking at the boy in front of you with wide eyes. He likes you? Bell just looks at you and barks out a loud laugh. 

"What?” You question him, stunned at the sudden hope that builds inside you. He likes you. He has a crush on you. Hear that? It’s the sound of your dreams coming true. You look at him as if you were a student in math class and he were the teacher explaining an equation. Completely confused.

“I can’t believe I want to be with a girl who can’t even hear properly.” He muses and you give him a small glare but you can’t hide the smile that doesn’t leave your lips. Bellamy smiles as he leans towards you closely. You shake your head and move back.

“No, I heard you I just…You’re joking.” You state and he’s taken aback at your words. He’s only now gotten the courage to tell you this and when he finally does, his crush thinks it’s some sick joke. Bellamy looks down and shakes his head.

“No,” he replies deeply sincere and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “I’m not." He must be lying. Everyone had always thought he would end up with someone else, someone like Clarke. Hell, everyone thought he would fancy Murphy before he took a liking to you. It’s going to feel pretty great proving everyone wrong.

"You actually like me?” You question and Bellamy nods and gives you a look as if it’s the easier thing in the world to process. But you can’t process it. You can’t ever imagine someone like Bellamy wanting someone like you. You were both from two different worlds it seemed, “Wow.”

“Why is that so surprising?” He smirks as he crosses his arms but he’s starting to feel a little embarrassed and defensive. You shrug, not knowing how Bellamys nerves are taking hold of him as you find your words.

“I never thought someone like you would want to be with someone like me.” You say simply, looking to the ground and Bellamy hears his heart beating in his chest so loudly he wonders if you can hear it too.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you too good for me?” He jokes, fearing the answer and moving back a little. Your eyes go wide as you shake your head, almost making yourself dizzy.

“No, Bellamy, not at all.” You reply truthfully. Unbelievable, “It’s the exact opposite. I thought you’d never go for someone like me, I thought you saw me as some dumb girl you couldn’t get rid of.” Bellamys shoulders relax and he shakes his head incredulously.

“Never.” He breathes out sharply, looking at you with soft eyes, “I’ve never thought of you that way.” He feels a weight lift from his chest and he smiles brightly. That beautiful smile. Your eyes flutter closed when his hand brushes your cheek and he begins to lean into you slowly. You sigh happily, leaning into his gentle warmth. The warmth you never knew you needed this much.

Slowly but surely, his lips find yours. Shivers trail up and down your back as electricity sparks in your chest. The feeling is euphoric. Absolute happiness. You move your lips in time with Bellamys and can’t help but smile into your first kiss together. Neither of you can wait for the many more kisses to come.

{ barriers to trans-dimensional travels: fantasy AU – merman!sam }

he’s not supposed to go to the surface, much less try to get close to humans–monsters, as his father used to call them–but Sam is curious. he wants to know what’s going on up there, why his father tries so hard to keep him (and everyone else) away from the quiet shores. simple answers had never satisfied him, after all. he’s always find a way to escape his father’s wary eyes.

fresh air is weird, and no matter how many times he swims up there, he seems to never get used to it. but it doesn’t stop him from exploring the silent, forgotten island. it’s empty almost all the time now. a long time ago, it was filled with different people: Little Ones and Tall Ones, as Sam used to call them. but now there’s nothing but some ruins and green everywhere.

but from time to time, someone will come to the island. the man will stay around for hours–days, sometimes, when the weather is good and his white huge thing is filled with food. Sam stays around, dares to touch the thing once or twice (and it’s hard and weird, rumbling under his touch as some wild animal would do) and then swims away. and sometimes, when he’s in a good mood and he knows his father isn’t around to scold him later, he allows the man to take a good, nice look at him before diving into deep waters and not showing up until the Tall One gives up and leaves.

the next time, the man stays for weeks.

{ dragon!sam verse }

{ tagging: @jaredpadacock @policeofficerdean }

listen….. the fab four aren’t good people. they aren’t bad people, but they aren’t these benevolent all loving heroes. they’ve all done awful things and they’ll continue to do awful things because that’s what they have to do. they’ve killed (sometimes in cold blood), they’ve destroyed bases with little regard towards the people who work there, they’ve tortured information out of whoever has it.

is it for a good cause? fuck yeah - they’re still fighting to free everyone from BLI. are they extremists? yes. none of this stops them from being extremely close, protective, and downright nice to eachother.

it’s just.. there’s a huge difference between the people they are in private and the people they are in front of literally everyone else. poison and kobra are famous for being vindictive and having short, explosive tempers. ghoul is a selfish, manipulative asshole that has little regard for the destruction he causes in his wake. jet seems like the nicest one there, but everyone knows that if you cross him or anyone else in the crew, he will be the first to fucking destroy you.

that doesn’t take away from the fact that poison is one of the most empathetic motherfuckers out in the desert. that kobra is loyal as fuck and will go to hell and back for his family. that ghoul is great at dealing with children and is usually the only one who can calm them down. that jet is always willing to be a shoulder to lean or cry on.

you can’t live in the environment they live in and thrive the way they do without having the ability to suspend your own morals in order to do the things you need to do. are they horrified by the things they’ve done? yes. are they disgusted by themselves sometimes? also yes. but they keep doing what they do anyway because they know it needs to be done.

tldr: the fab four aren’t good people but that doesn’t mean they’re bad either. just listen to zero percent and you have it all right there

Hey all! As some of you remember I wrote a short fic for this fantastic piece by sweetcrescent. Some of you might also remember me saying there could be more? …well there’s more! Actually, there’s a lot more. This has turned into quite the little fanfiction project. 

Not only have I updated the first part I wrote, but there will be updates to keep this story rolling. Thanks for all of you who encouraged me to keep writing this, and the biggest thanks to sweetcrescent for the inspiration and letting me use her wonderful art! 

But without further ado- to the undercut!

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His Confession

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Moving past the crowding people I try to stay calm, taking a steady breath with each step as I saw the garden insight. Fresh air, I kept telling myself, it’ll do you some good. The pounding of the bass from the track more people kept knocking me, pulling me into dance along with them whilst they remained high on life, out of their senses. Yet for me that ended ten minutes ago when I realised where I was, what I saw and wished I never had bothered with this whole party. Trying to stay balanced I just needed to fill my lungs with the crisp Autumn air as opposed to filtered vapour that lingered in my hair and on my clothes. 

The calling of my name was continuous but I didn’t want to turn around, I didn’t want to have to look at him and find myself forgiving him. I had the words sorted, I was prepared to tell him how it is but I know if I turn at this moment and see him with those soft green eyes my mini speech will evaporate and I’ll fall straight back into his arms. I could feel the prickling of a cool breeze wrap around my arms as the goosebumps formed, it seemed as if I had never breathed due to the gasping I found myself doing once my feet connected to the grass rather than the destroyed carpet, god, I’d hate to be here tomorrow morning

My feet they continued to move without my brain complying as the thoughts I had remained fogged, blocking everything else out. I was trying to focus on my breathing that kept getting hitched in my throat as I thought back to the scene that I witnessed. Collapsing onto the grass I had my back turned to the party, away from the sound and the images that remained prominent everytime I blinked. The dampness began to seep into my skirt yet I did nothing about it, instead I brought my knees close to my chest and rested my head against them, sighing I closed my eyes for just a minutes peace as a tear rolled down my cheek. 

I didn’t even hear him join me, it wasn’t until I heard him softly mutter my name that I was aware of his presence. Frantically I wiped my face and just blankly stared at him whilst he examined me with pure confusion. The overpowering reek of alcohol lingered on his breath as his eyes softened, the worry becoming clear in those warm orbs. “I won’t ask if you’re okay,” He chuckled as he played with the half empty bottle in his fingers. “it’s a stupid question considering you’re clearly not.” Part of me backed away due to the different tone he had taken, it was so unexpected from him but they do say what alcohol does to the system, it messes you about. 

Calum Hood, I’ve known him since we were young and he’s a nice guy which no one can deny; but, he has always been pining over me. I’m not one and never have been someone who has favoured attention, yet he was persistent with asking me on dates or just happened to be out at the park when I was on dog walks. He couldn’t be shunned down, his spirit remained uplifted even though I told him many times in the kindest way possible I was not interested yet I could never give one solid reason. 

Now he sits here and the awkwardness has faded from his physic, it’s been awhile since I last saw him in person, it’s been a long year. “So, you going to tell me what that meathead did or do I have to guess and act surprised when I get it right?” Sarcasm dripped from his words, coating the air heavily around us. 

Despite how heavy it initially seemed it was good, it was different from everyone else. Others would fake sympathise, they’d fuss then not give a second thought when we went home in the following hours. Except Calum, in this moment he was honest, the sort of honesty I needed to hear for once rather than being sheltered, no more secrets and no more lies. 

Knocking my head back I started to feel the pull of gravity on my body and didn’t resist the urge to lie down, stare at the stars for a little while. “I went upstairs to use the loo and there he was, some girl all over him, calling him,” For some reason as I thought of it it seemed hilarious, yet it was traumatising to witness, Calum nudged me to finish my sentence and covering my eyes it was more of a whisper. “daddy.” 

He laughter erupted out of nowhere and soon I couldn’t help but join in, he discarded his close to empty drink and joined me, his face close to mine with a wide smile. “Was she delusional?” He questioned and I shrugged my shoulders. 

“She must’ve been as I don’t know what I saw in him in the first place.” The laughter died down and the silence loomed over us as I admired the stars, how unique each one would be if it lived today. “I can’t think of one solid reason why I was with him.” Words poured out of my mouth before my mind processed them fully, yet I had no regrets about it. Calum turned on his side so his full attention was on me, the words I was saying. “He was an ass, he never took me on dates, he insulted me, he would talk about other girls and then he did this.” I couldn’t help but bring my hands over my face to hide the tears that brewed in my eyes, “What was I thinking? What an idiot I’ve been this whole time.” embarrassed I wanted to become invisible, disappear into the stars and never cease to exist. 

A large pair of hands gently removed my hands from my face and I turned seeing him wearing a small caring smile. “He is the idiot for letting you go.” He remained serious, the scent of beer still strong on his breath yet his words seemed sincere. 

“You’re just drunk Cal.” I muttered sitting back up, wiping my face and tried to see if I had any service for my brother to come and get me, take me away from this mistake of an evening and wipe it out of my mind, write over it with some cliche romance movies. 

“I may be but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m saying.” Now both sat up I crossed my legs as I remained facing him, his eyes didn’t seem fogged or glazed like his did when he got drunk, so drunk he forgot who I was but not Calum, he seems aware. “There’s always been something so enticing about you, the laugh you have that you try and do quietly but struggle with, or the sparkle in your eyes when you see any sort of dogs in the park,” I rolled my eyes and couldn’t supress the smile on my face. “that too.” He motioned to my smile, “It’s so full of joy, even when you wake up late and come to class looking a bit disheveled you look beautiful to me.” Burying my face in my hands I could feel my cheeks heating up at kind words that I hadn’t heard before. 

Instinctively his hands were over mine, slowly removing my fingers that clung to my face and focused on each detail of my face. “I’m sorry Cal.” I muttered but he shushed me, a small giggle following. 

“Never have I seen such beauty this close, the way your freckles connect like the constellations in the sky or how your eyes can cloud and fog, similar to the clouds before a storm. You’re unique, perfect is unrealistic and has no set definition as everyone is different but to me, you suffice.” He whispered the last part as his hands were on my thighs, I found myself leaning into him just before a loud shout of my name could be heard from miles away. 

Heavy steps approached around the corner and already my heart was thumping in my chest, trying to break free and make a run for it before risking getting hurt all over again. “Of course!” His voice pounded into my ears as I kept my back turned, my eyes closed as Calum remained as still as I did. “Why am I not surprised to find you with some other guy,” This was followed with a scoff, “you’re such a slut, why I bothered with you I don’t know.” My eyes opened and self pity seeped into my system like his insults; too easily. 

Calums hands released from my legs and I heard him begin to shout, “Well more fool you asshole! She is worth more than you’ll ever know!” And he looked proud as I stood up momentarily, that was until he returned, fists clenched and ready for a fight. 

“What’d you say dork?” He took a step forward but I stood in front of Cal just as his fist came down, the force that followed was enough to make me want to collapse to the ground. Never before had I experienced such a pain, the instant rush of heat that surrounded my cheek and towards my eye, the throbbing that blocked out all other sounds, including his attempts at apologising. 

Holding onto my face I just stared at him, he looked shocked and tried to touch my shoulder, moving his hand towards mine before I whipped it back. “We are over.” I spat at him before he tried again, taking another step back Cal remained just behind me, holding my hand gently. “Didn’t you hear me you cheating, lying scumbag?” Tilting my head slightly to the other side I moved my hand away from my face, letting him see the damage that was forming because of him. “Fuck off back to your toy.” With that he turned away, defeated and walked off. 

Standing still I let it all sink in, the throbbing that worsened and the sense of relief knowing he was out of my life. I saw Cal walk around the corner with a quick stride, “Yeah that’s right, on you go Daddy!” The regret I saw on his face as he ran back over after his moment of confidence vanished, he grabbed my hand and we began to run out of the party and down the road. 

Stopping for a breath a laugh escaped me and it surprised him, shaking his head fear crossed his mind. “What did I just do?” He curled up into a ball on the ground and I joined him, still keeping my face partially covered patting his shoulder.

“Looks like you got yourself a sugar daddy.” I joked and he joined in with my laugh before looking back at me and saw the gap in my hand, seeing the bruising forming. 

Pulling out his phone he rang someone to come and get us before indicating for me to remove my hand. “It’s not that bad honestly.” I tried to convince him but he just raised his eyebrow, sighing I moved my hand away and the worry that crossed his eyes made me fear the worse. “How bad is it?” Moaning I saw the debate he was having with himself, whether to be brutally honest or try and sugar coat it. 

“It’s er, it’s well,” He fumbled over his words, the effects of the alcohol wearing off. “It’s pretty bad.” He bit on his lower lip as he tilted my head, trying to see it closer and the precise place where his fist had collided with my face. “You took it well though, I mean if it was me I’d cry.” Shrugging I just smiled, unsure what to say. 

“Listen Cal, about what you said-” I was cut off as a car approached and he motioned for us to stand up. 

Helping me to my feet I heard a car door open and close, someone came towards us and only as he was under the streetlamp I vaguely remembered who he was. “Shit, who did that?” His accent remained thick as he took a better look at my face, his eyes wide. 

“Not helping Ash, can we just get her home?” Cal moaned and Ash nodded, apologising to me and opened the back door for me to get into. The door shut and the pounding of my head intensified, closing my eyes I tried to block out the sound but a familiar hand on my thigh brought me back into my surroundings. “Hey it’s okay, we’ll get you sorted.” Shifting in my seat I snuggled closer to him, practically lying across him as he stroked my hair. 

“About what you said,” This time I wasn’t going to be interrupted, not by my ex, by this intense pain or the loud engine of Ashton’s car. “no one has ever been so sweet and I don’t know if it’s just because you’re drunk or-” A loud giggle in front of us caused me to stop, the silence echoed in the back as the laugh diminished. 

“I’m sorry, I really am,” He spoke through laughs, “just you actually told her and you had to be drunk?” A small exhale followed as he focused on the road, shaking his head. “Classic. Do continue.” He motioned and looking to Cal he gave me an awkward smile. 

“I’m sorry I never gave you a chance before, it may be because I’m going slightly delirious right now or Ashton’s bad driving but I want to get to know you more, if you’ll let me?” He stopped stroking my hair as his hand froze on my head, concerned I slowly sat up, remaining within a close proximity to him. “Calum?” Worried I lowered my head, “You’re just drunk.” 

His hand moved and was under my chin, through the flashing lights I saw a smile cross his lips. “You aren’t half wrong but that doesn’t change anything, I like you, like a lot.” The smoothness he once had was gone but it didn’t matter, his face illuminated for split seconds as we passed streetlights nearing my house, his smile not faltering as we went. 

Edging closer to him I focused on his lips, unsure what I was doing but it seemed right, something about it was different than I expected. “I like you too, like a lot.” Giggling at how cliche the whole thing seemed to be just as I was about to kiss him the brakes slammed and we both groaned. 

“Right kids, looks like this is your stop, one out or all out.” Ashton joked as he faced us with a wide smile, still laughing as we both went quiet. 

Glancing to Calum he opened his door and helped me get out. Holding onto my hand we walked towards my front door, pausing as we went up the steps and he tripped, unable to play it off with any sense of calmness. “Goodnight Cal,” I focused on my feet and battered shoes, the grass stains becoming more obvious now they are lit up. Looking up I ignored the thoughts I was having, went against the rational side and lifted his chin, kissing him without a moment of hesitation. 

It took him less than second to respond and kiss back, his lips were soft get there was something rough about them as his arms connected around my waist and mine grabbing onto his hair. Pulling away I let out a few heavy breaths before hearing a cheer coming from the car, glancing towards it there stood Ashton clapping. “I swear he is like a proud dad.” Cal groaned and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Some daddy he is.” Now he laughed in response and I removed my hands from his neck unable to wipe the smile from my face. “No idea how I’m going to explain this though.” I sighed and Calum just lowered his head and kissed beneath my cheek lightly before a quick kiss on my lips, leaving me wanting more. 

“Just tell them that you saved some guy from crying in front of the girl he likes. That ought to do it.” He nodded and smiled to me, his hands slowly began to move away from my waist leaving me feeling absent of his touch. 

He slowly backed away, trying to seem all cool until he tripped again on the step falling onto his arse. Rushing over he held his hands out, “I’m good. I’m good.” Rolling my eyes I helped him to his feet before he just gave me that look, one that meant all sorts to different people but to me it was unique, it meant happy accidents, it meant realisation but most importantly it meant finding those you’re meant to be with, like the constellations in the sky. 

Little Red Riding Hood (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by wildling-heart

Summary: “Oh little red riding hood, even bad wolves can be good”

Word Count:  1754

Warning: slight sexual content (really just making out) and slight swearing

Extra: as you’ll see in the story I use a lot of lyrics from the song Little Red riding hood. My favorite version is from Amanda Seyfried however I picture that Negan would like the Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs version. So it’s up to you on which version you want to listen to while you read the story.

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The Little Prince: The Airplane Pilot [INFP]


Introverted Feeling (Fi): The pilot is apparently proud to be different from everyone else. He lives in a funny house, befriends birds and seems to get on better with children than with grown-ups. He doesn’t care about what people think of him, yet he tries to befriend his neighbor’s daughter because he believes having friends is very important. He believes that you never really lose the people you love.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): The pilot apparently traveled a lot when he was younger. When he talks, he often jumps from a topic to another. He altered his old airplane so the birds and the little girl could play with it. He demonstrates a goofy sense of humor. He’s playful and child-like.

Introverted Sensing (Si): He lives among all items, and they probably have a special meaning to him. He likes to collect things and he dislikes throwing them away. He enjoys listening to old songs.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): The pilot is more serious than he may appear at first sight. When he breaks his neighbor’s wall, he gives compensation at once, in his very special way. He’s not a serious driver and he lost his driving license for a very stupid reason.

Note: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the author of the book, is often typed as INFP. The pilot was probably some kind of self-insert and the Little Prince may have been his “inner child”, so it makes sense that they’re both INFP.

Never Stop (Avengers Preference)

Hey guys! This wasn’t requested, but my family is here this weekend so I couldn’t give this all of my attention so I didn’t want to half-ass anyone’s request, but I also didn’t want to waste a weekend so! 

This is based off the song “Never Stop” by SafetySuit (which is currently my favorite song so I highly suggest you all give it a listen!) each character has a lyric from the song!


Tony Stark: Let every woman know I’m yours

Tony Stark was… well Tony Stark. His reputation as a playboy made your relationship kind of hard when the press was constantly calling it another one of his flings, or they were starting rumors of him dating someone else. But Tony knew you were the one and he wanted everyone else to know it too. He did everything to prove that you were the person he planned to spend the rest of his life with. He took you to parties, he kicked up the PDA whenever another woman even looked you guys’ way, and he talked about you nonstop in interviews. But what really showed the world that he was yours and yours alone was when he dropped down onto one knee and asked you to be his other half for the rest of your lives. 

Steve Rogers: And as the mirror says we’re older / I want to look the other way 

Steve never thought he would get to grow old with someone. At first he thought he’d die young, then he thought he’d be a show pony until he died, and then he woke up and didn’t want anyone. Until he met you. From the second he laid eyes on you Steve knew he once again wanted the life he always dreamed of growing up. And as the years flew by Steve’s love for you only grew. Through settling down, having kids, retiring, his love never wavered. He was so thankful to be with the love of his life that the only thing he saw when he looked in the mirror with you was the beautiful person he met all those years ago. 

Bucky Barnes: I’ll never stop losing my breath / Every time I see you looking back at me

Bucky had been more than a little self conscious since leaving HYDRA. He knew he would never be the handsome, suave soldier he was back in the 40′s and he wished he could just have a normal prosthetic arm. Of course these feelings only intensified when he first saw you as you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. But as he got to know you he realized you loved him for exactly who he was and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Of course that never stopped the wind from fleeing his lungs every time he saw you looking at him with just as much love in your eyes as his held when he looked at you. 

Bruce Banner: You are my life, I don’t deserve you 

Bruce had done a lot of horrible things in his past and he felt like the universe has slipped up in letting him have you. From the second he met you you had become Bruce’s entire world. He would do anything to protect you and make you happy. He couldn’t stand the thought of life without you, but he knew he was being selfish because he did not deserve someone as amazing as you. And yet there you were. He counted his lucky stars every day for such a truly amazing person to spend the rest of his life with. 

Clint Barton: I’ll never stop watching as you leave

There was a little tradition between you and Clint that you would alternate who was leaving who whenever he had a mission. Sometimes he would leave you to go, and sometimes you would drop him off and leave him. That way you didn’t always feel like he was abandoning you. And even after all these years of hugging and kissing him goodbye Clint still watched you walk away until he could no longer see you. He would never give up those last few precious moments of seeing you, even if it was as you left, because he never knew when it might be the last. 

Pietro Maximoff: Well you’re the only one I see

It was no question Pietro could have his pick of women. He was handsome, funny, and ridiculously charming. So when he chose you you were a little skeptical. You didn’t feel like you were worthy of such a wonderful man, but Pietro felt just the opposite. And he proved it everyday. When other girls tried to flirt or get his attention he simply brushed them off because he knew none of them could compare to you. He loved you with all of his heart and everyone else seemed to just melt away into the background when he was with you. 

Thor Odinson: I’ll never get used to you

Being from different realms Thor was constantly being surprised by you. Whether from the things you said, or from the butterfly kisses you would give him there was always something new. And while this puzzling behavior might have annoyed him with anyone else, Thor loved constantly getting to learn new things about you and Midgardian culture. He was so thrilled that he got to spend the rest of his life with such an amazing and interesting person who surprised him everyday and always kept him on his toes.

Loki Laufeyson: It’s not a momentary phase

You could never tell with Loki when his loyalties would switch. And when he first started showing an interest in you everyone was convinced it was just going to be another on of his phases. But you quickly became the center of Loki’s universe and he knew he would never be able to live without you again. So even when he would turn on the rest of his friends and family he always kept you close to his side. He might not have been able to stick with other things for very long, but he knew his love for you would last for the rest of his life. 

Sam Wilson: You are my life, my love, my only 

Sam had always been focused on other people’s lives and problems. Helping people with PTSD and then signing up to help Steve find Bucky. He had kind of lost sight of his own life. That was until he met you. You had quickly reminded Sam that he had his own life to lead, and you were right by his side as he did it. And while at a glance it might just seem like Sam had become a side character in your life, you had actually become the center of his. He would do anything for you and vice versa as your love for each other only grew as your lives became completely intertwined. 

Scott Lang: You still get my heart racing

Scott had had a lot of heart racing moments in his life. The first few times he broke into someone’s house, the first time he tried on the Ant-Man suit, when he met Captain America. But none of those times even came close to when he saw you, even for the thousandth time. Every time Scott even looked your way his heart started pounding in his chest and he couldn’t think straight. He had loved you from the beginning and he kept expecting that overwhelming feeling of joy he felt when he laid on you to fade as your relationship went on, but it never did. You made his heart thrum just as loudly now as when you had first met.  

T’Challa: I’ll never stop choosing you babe

No doubt T’Challa was a busy man. Not only was he a fearsome warrior protecting the world, but he was also the King of Wakanda. Yet however busy he got with work he always made time for you. You were his number one priority and he always made certain you knew that. He might have to jet off for business meetings or skip a date to save the world, but when it came down to the wire he would chose you over his other obligations in a heartbeat. He loved you more than anyone or anything else and he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way of you knowing that. 


Now that I have a masterlist you guys can be expecting some more requested fics and preferences headed your way!:D

Free And Young And We Can Feel None Of It (Karmagisa)

Nagisa Shiota has always been the one with the demons.

They encourage the darkness in him, tell him that it’s ok to risk his life, as long as he can kill Koro-sensei. They tell him not to think about the risks, and just rush headfirst into it. Use your anger, your sadness, your frustration. They say.

Don’t you want to get back at the world for everything that’s happened to you?

He’s in Class-E, the lowest class of all, and it just shows that he’s pathetic.

But that’s ok. They say, sounding suspiciously like his mom. You can still succeed, all you have to do is raise up your grades. That shouldn’t be so hard, right? Just raise your grades, and reclaim your spot in higher classes. You don’t belong here.

You’re better than this.

He doesn’t believe them of course, but sometimes he’s tempted. Sometime he wants to believe them, that if he just tries, he’ll get results. It’s a simple equation, but he doesn’t trust himself enough to not mess it up.

He doesn’t trust himself much really, because his demons whisper poisonous lies to him, appealing to his insecurities, making everything seem worse. So he puts a smile on his face and blocks out his demons.

He’s not pretending, he genuinely cares about others, but he doesn’t care for himself. After all, he’s just 1 human in the 7.4 billion population of humans, why should he be any special?


Karma Akabane has always had emotions.

It’s one of the things of himself that he doesn’t try to calculate, only to understand. He’s always been surprised with his emotions, mostly because there aren’t many times where they come into play.

He feels satisfied when a prank works, he feels smug when he humiliates someone, he feels excited at the rush of adrenaline that fills him whenever a challenge comes up. Most people think that his emotions range from dry humor to sadistic glee. He would have agreed with them, if not for the fact that it wasn’t true.

He felt a lot of emotions when Nagisa Shiota entered the picture.

When he agreed to watch Sonic Ninja with him, he felt excited. When they started to get closer as friends, he felt happiness. When he started to see signs that maybe Nagisa wasn’t as defenseless as he seemed, he felt fear, a new emotion for him.

It was the last emotion that he wasn’t sure how to handle, so gradually, he left Nagisa.

But when he came back, it seemed as if his emotions weren’t done surprising him.

When he saw Nagisa again for the first time since he left, he felt something akin to fondness. When When Nagisa fought Takaoka, he felt worry. When he saw how much Nagisa grew, he felt both proud and disappointed in himself for not being there to witness it.

Every emotion that he feels gives him a rush, makes him gasp a little, makes his eyes widen just a bit. They surprise him, and it’s always been such a hard thing to do. He doesn’t try to control them though, because emotions are natural, and that’s why he smiles just a little too widely, laughs a little too loudly, finds himself being around Nagisa a little too closely.

He’s never been one for dramatic gestures, but he does have a bit of a soft spot for theatric chaos. Emotions are unpredictable, thereby making him just as unpredictable.

And he likes it that way.


Nagisa has always been friendlier than anyone asked him to be.

He just has this aura of calmness around him, he’s very observant, and he’s not easily fazed. He draws people to him, and while he doesn’t always trust them right away, he likes them at least.

He’s always been kind to people, never asking them invasive questions if they don’t want to tell him things, and that’s probably what people like about him. He doesn’t judge, he waits for you to talk to him, he smiles and tells you his honest opinion.

He feels for you, he understands you, he gets you.

He makes people feel welcome, without letting them see the hurricane inside of him. It should have swept him away someday, but Nagisa has always been mentally stronger than anyone gave him credit for.

Maybe that’s how he manages to surprise Karma, with the intensity of himself. Because it’s not just one thing that makes Nagisa himself, it’s a collection of feelings, insecurities, thoughts, observations, and talents.

He’s never had to hold people far away for fear of hurting them, because he would never do that, he has more control over himself than that. Nagisa is an open book, the only thing he hides about himself are his demons.

It took Karma quite a long time to understand this, and sometimes he catches a glimpse of them.

Strangely, he’s never been afraid of them, because he knows Nagisa, he knows that they’re just a part of Nagisa, born from too much self-doubt and being the victim of his mother’s countless whims and demands.

He fears for Nagisa though, because he knows that Nagisa has always had to control them, and controlling demons is harder than just letting them loose.

He wants to take away all of Nagisa’s burdens, but he doesn’t know where to begin, because Nagisa has always been a little complex. He’s never as simple as he seems, but Karma does know for a fact that Nagisa cares a lot.

He cares for his mom, and that’s why he’s never fought back. He cares for his friends, and that’s why he’s always there for them. He cares for Koro-sensei, and that’s why he lists down his weaknesses, so that he can understand him.

He cares for Karma, and Karma doesn’t know why.


Karma has always tried to understand Nagisa.

It was something of an intrigue at first, because Nagisa was so different from everyone else. Then it turned into solid interest, because Nagisa made Karma smile sometimes, and it surprised the both of them. Then it turned into a slight obsession because when Karma was expelled, he still thought about Nagisa. Then when he came back, it turned into a mission of some sorts.

It’s a little bit surprising how easily they fall back into their rhythm as friends. Nagisa has always been the same, but his demons are still there, and Karma only managed to catch a glimpse of them because he was looking for his bloodlust.

There are sides to his friend that he doesn’t know about, and Karma doesn’t know what to do about it, because he’s never been so personally invested in a person before. But then again, he’s never met anyone quite like Nagisa before.

He’s always been so soft spoken, always placing other’s needs before his own. He’s never once lashed out at Karma for leaving him, even when he had every right to. He’s naturally shy, and he’s never liked being the center of attention. He’s modest, never wanting to take credit solely for himself.

He’s selfless, observant, and caring. He’s stronger than he seems, and he’s always ready to help someone. He has this smile that makes Karma feel a pleasant twist in his gut, and his laughter might just possibly be Karma’s favorite sound in the whole world.

Slowly, Karma realizes that he’s not trying so hard to understand Nagisa anymore, he’s trying to know him better. They’re best friends, sure, but Karma is never going to stop being surprised by Nagisa, and he likes it.

He likes being around Nagisa, and he thinks that the least he can do is be personally invested in him.

He doesn’t like giving effort to anything, but Nagisa has always been worth it.


Nagisa has never showed anyone his demons willingly.

Maybe that’s what makes Karma so special.

He still remembers the first time it happened. His mom was screaming at him again, telling him that he was her daughter, he needed to listen to her like a good girl, she had control over his future, not him, never him.

She had also beat him a lot, and for some reason, the only person on Nagisa’s mind had been Karma. Afterwards, when his mom left, he quickly left the house and ran to find Karma.

He had opened the door, took one look at Nagisa, and brought him to his room. Karma sat down on his bed, and patted the space beside him. Nagisa hesitated, but only for a minute.

In quiet tones, he asked him why his hair was down. Nagisa was unsure at first, but then he told him, “Because of my mom.”

Karma didn’t ask for an explanation, and only asked if he could tie Nagisa’s hair up again. Nagisa had nodded, and Karma had surprised him by getting a brush and slowly combing Nagisa’s hair. It felt good, and Nagisa found himself closing his eyes in order to savor the experience more. It was unlike Karma to be so quiet, and Nagisa wanted to tease him about it, but for some reason it felt as if Karma being this quiet was for him. So he said nothing.

When Karma was done brushing his hair, he carefully tied it up into Nagisa’s old hairstyle. “Better?” He asked.

“Yes.” Nagisa said. After a while, he added, “Thank you.”

Karma smiled, and his eyes had something akin to care or fondness in them. “Of course. You’re welcome to come over whenever you like.”

Nagisa’s eyes softened. “Ok.” He said.


Karma has always noticed little things about Nagisa.

Like the way he pouts sometimes when he’s teased, or the way he taps his pens against his desk when he knows the answer. The way he smiles so easily, and means it. The fact that Nagisa’s favorite food is sushi, and that his favorite subject is English.

He knows that Nagisa struggles with Science, is the shortest male in their class, and looks cute no matter what he wears. (Well, maybe the last one was an opinion, but Karma’s sure that it’s true.)

He knows that Nagisa’s hobby is researching, that he’s weak at physical stuff, but great at assassination. He knows that Nagisa’s height is at 5'3, a fact that he takes great joy in teasing him about.

He knows that he cares too much about people, that he’s insecure about himself, and how people view him. He knows that Nagisa is just as stubborn and persistent as him, and that he never backs down if there’s a chance of something working.

He knows that Nagisa hates bothering people, and never cries in front of anyone if he can help it. (Karma’s possibly the only exception, and he feels a rush of pride at this fact.) He knows that Nagisa likes soft touches, like Karma combing his hair, a pat on his back, an arm around his shoulder, a soft ruffle of his hair.

Karma’s never been one for physical affection, but he feels comfortable doing it with Nagisa.

He knows that Nagisa has the power to stop Karma from doing anything, but that he doesn’t know it, and he’s never used it to his advantage. He knows that Nagisa understands Karma’s personality, accepts it, and respects him. He knows that Nagisa could never hate anyone, and that’s why it pains himself when he sees Nagisa hating himself.

It doesn’t feel right, for someone who cares so much for others to think so lowly of himself.


Nagisa has always wanted Karma to stay.

He thinks it’s selfish, but he’s never wanted something so bad. He doesn’t show it of course, because if Karma stays, Nagisa wants it to be because of Karma’s choice, and not because of his longing.

His demons find it funny of course, and whisper in his mind.

He’s already left you one time, what makes you think he won’t do it again? Really now, shouldn’t you be used to never being someone’s priority?

Who would even care for you, no one thinks of you as an equal, he’s on a different level from you. He’s probably just hanging around you out of pity or something, really now, aren’t you supposed to be the logical one?

Why do you even want him around anyway? Are you that desperate for attention, that you’d force someone to stay with you? Tsk, for shame. Honestly, don’t you think that he’s going to get tired of you eventually? If he isn’t already, that is.

He’d never like you, you’re worthless, pathetic, no one wants you, worthlesspatheticworthlesspatheticworthlesspathetic, just look at yourself!


Nagisa screams in his head sometimes, because the voices are too loud and all he wants to do is be able to drown them out, but he can’t, because they’re a part of him, and on a low level, he believes in them.

He doesn’t know what to do about them, and he doesn’t want to tell anyone, and the demons in his head are laughing at him, while his heart beats painfully loud in his chest.

He grips the front of his shirt, trying to calm himself down, and every breath that enters and leaves his mouth comes out as a gasp.

Why don’t you just accept it?  They ask, gleefully taking advantage of his weakness. It would be much easier if you did.

You don’t control me. Nagisa thinks. You never did.

You know we just want the best for you. We’re opening your eyes, preparing you for the world of hurt that’s sure to come. You don’t have to hurt anymore if you block out your emotions, you know. They whisper tauntingly.

Nagisa thinks of Karma’s laugh, the way Kayano fixed his hair up for the first time, the way Nakamura grins at him. He thinks of Koro-sensei, of Karasuma looking at him as an equal, of Bitch-sensei, who closed herself off from feeling things for a long time.

If I close myself off, I’m only building walls around myself, like a coward. I want to feel things, everything experience, everything positive and negative, I want to learn from them, I don’t want to protect myself. You can’t choose when to get hurt, but you can choose who hurts you.

Nagisa thinks of the first time Karma brushed his hair, the worry and fondness in his eyes, the way his hands were so gentle, the way he told him he could come back. He thinks of the times Karma laughs loudly, smiles like there’s no tomorrow, brushes a hand against his sometimes. He thinks of Karma, and he smiles.

I want to take the risk.


“Does it hurt?” Karma asks Nagisa.

“What does?” Nagisa asks, confusedly.

They’re both in Nagisa’s room, seated across from each other on a table. They’re studying, or at least they were, until Karma put down the book he was reading and looked at Nagisa.

“Controlling your demons and your bloodlust.” Karma says, casually.

Nagisa’s first instinct is to put on a smile, and shake his head, tell him no, it doesn’t. But Karma’s looking at him expectantly, and Nagisa knows that Karma can tell when he’s lying. He swallows a bit. “Sometimes.”

“What does it feel like? Fighting a part of you?” Karma asks.

“Like I’m tearing myself apart.” Nagisa answers honestly. “Though sometimes I feel better after doing it, a little tired though.”

“Why do you control your demons instead of letting them loose?” Karma asks. He knows the answer, or at least he’s guessed it, but he wants to hear it from Nagisa himself.

“Because then they’d win, and I wouldn’t have learned anything at all.” Nagisa replies. “Also, everyone already has their own kind of demons, there’s no reason for me to unleash my own unto them as well.”

He looks so sincere at the moment that Karma just wants to hug him. Instead he says, “When they get too loud, come to me.”

Nagisa looks at him in surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, but Karma beats him to it. “I’ve never had problems with demons, it’s emotions I’m not too great with.”

“You’re great at almost everything, Karma.” Nagisa says, and he says it like a fact. It makes Karma’s chest fill with warmth.

“Maybe, but emotions are tricky. I like them of course, but some of them are new to me.” Karma admits.

“Like?” Nagisa asks, tilting his head a little bit to the side, and oh gosh, Karma thinks he stops breathing a little bit. That was just too cute.

“Feeling surprised.” He replies.

“I didn’t think anything could make you feel surprised.” Nagisa remarks.

Karma smirks a little. “Not anything. Someone.”

Nagisa sighs. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Doesn’t have to.” Karma replies.

Nagisa smiles a little, and Karma’s heart skips a beat. “How about this. You come to me when you can’t handle your demons, and I’ll come to you so that i can understand my emotions.”

Nagisa hesitates a little, but then he nods. “Ok. Though I’m sure you’d understand it on your own, Karma. You’re a fast learner.”

Not fast enough. Karma thinks. “And you’d make a great teacher!” He says, meaning it.

The small blush on Nagisa’s face is worth it.


Karma thinks that he’s falling for Nagisa.

Or maybe he’s already fallen before for him, he’s not quite sure. But he does know that it’s something new and it makes him smile. He finds himself unexpectedly feeling happy, or thinking about Nagisa and what he could be doing. He finds himself thinking about Nagisa’s smile more often, and the way he cares.

He thinks he stares at Nagisa a little too much lately, and he only realizes it when Nakamura whispers to him one recess break.

“Hey, you might want to tone down your staring a little, Nagisa might catch on to your lovesickness.” She teases.

“But I like staring at him.” Karma quips.

“I’ll bet.” Nakamura says, laughing. “Nagisa is confused, but he doesn’t seem to mind the staring, which is good!”

“He is a little oblivious.” Karma remarks.

“So? When are you going to make your move?” Nakamura asks.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to scare him off or anything.” Karma says, looking a little unsure.

“Nagisa’s seen you be violent, humiliate others through your pranks, shove hot mustard and wasabi up an assassin’s nose (Which was kind of cool, but kind of disgusting at the same time), and other unspeakable things, I’m sure he wouldn’t be scared off by feelings.” Nakamura says, sincerely.

“I’ll tell him when I find the right time.” Karma answers.

“Ok. Just don’t let the opportunity pass by, alright? I think you two would be good for each other.” Nakamura says.

“Maybe.” Karma says, not telling her that he really wants it to be true.


There are times when Nagisa surprises everyone with his assassination skills.

There was the time when he beat Takaoka, twice, once when he used the Clap Stunner technique, and when he snatched off the price tag from Bitch-sensei’s clothes without her noticing. He was full of surprises, and you never knew when he would strike.

It amazed Karma of course, but there was a part of him that was afraid. Afraid of not feeling fear.

He remembers the graceful way Nagisa does everything, how quick he can move, how fast he could kill you, and you wouldn’t even notice. He has a talent, and Karma’s not entirely sure how to feel about this.

And then they learned about Koro-sensei’s past. It shouldn’t have changed anything really, but then Nagisa started saying stuff like they should try to save him and it made Karma’s blood boil.

Don’t be half-assed about this!  Karma wants to yell at him. We wouldn’t honor Koro-sensei by doing this!

He doesn’t even remember most of the things that happened, but he does know that they started shouting at each other, and then punches started flying, and then the class was split into two sides, Red (Kill) and Blue (Save).

Karma couldn’t have told you what went through his mind that time, because his emotions were causing a haze for him. He just knew what he had to do, and he moved quickly, applying his skills when needed.

Then, it was just him and Nagisa.

They fought like there was no tomorrow, like they were physically trying to force the other to surrender. They had different ideals, and both were very stubborn, so they wouldn’t back down. They needed the other to understand, because they couldn’t exactly talk while fighting. So with every punch, kick, and chokehold that they did, they did with an intensity that others could only hope to match.

They needed to talk, they knew that, but fighting was so much easier. If they stopped at any point, they weren’t sure they could continue hurting the other like this. So they just continued it, because what else could they do?

They needed to convince the other, needed to force the other to listen to them, so Nagisa did just that. With a chokehold, he pinned Karma down. “I’ll make you listen!” He says, refusing to let go.

He hears a whoosh, and knows that Karma’s holding a knife, and he tenses his body up, waiting for the knife to strike.

But it doesn’t, and Karma says, “You win. I surrender.”

Nagisa holds on tighter, thinking it might be a trick, but when he hears cheering, he finally lets go.

Karma smiles ruefully and explains why he surrendered. Then he holds out a hand, and calls him, “Nagisa.”

And really, what else can Nagisa do, except take it?


The others have already headed back, but Karma and Nagisa stay.

They know they have things to say to each other, but they don’t know where to begin.

Suddenly, Nagisa speaks up. “It’s the first time my demons willingly fought against me. I think it was because I was doing something that they didn’t care about, but I think they also fought me because of you.”

Karma blinks. “Me?”

“Yeah. I think they didn’t want to hurt you, they even told me to stop and think for a while. But I couldn’t stop. Nice to know that some part of me still thinks of you while we’re fighting to the death.” Nagisa remarks, smiling a little.

Karma stares at him, surprised. His heart twists a little bit. “You know, my emotions were running wild, when we fought. I don’t think I’ve ever been more confused in my life, because half of me wanted to stop and declare a truce, but the other part wanted to keep on fighting because I didn’t think it would be fair to you to stop halfway.”

“We really are stubborn, aren’t we?” Nagisa asks, laughing a bit, then wincing.

“I’m sorry. It hurts, doesn’t it?” Karma asks.

“A bit. I’ll put ice on it when we go home.” Nagisa says. “What about you? I kept pinning you down and punching you, but I don’t think it left a mark?”

“It didn’t, but it stings a little.” Karma admits.

“I’m sorry.” Nagisa says, frowning.

“Well, we were both defending our opinions, so it’s ok. We’re ok. Really.” Karma assures.

There’s silence for a while, and then Nagisa speaks up. “You know, if there’s one thing me and my demons agree on, it’s that we don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think I could force myself to fight like that again with you if I didn’t really believe in my cause. We probably could have just talked it out, but I guess the fighting brought that closer together? Or is that just me?”

“Nah, I think so too.” Karma replies, giving him a genuine smile.

“Oh, that’s good. Well, I should get home.” Nagisa says. But before he turns to leave, Karma steps forward, and hugs him. Nagisa gives a small muffled “Huh?” in surprise.

“Is this ok?” Karma asks. “My emotions are kinda whiny, and hugging you seems to calm them down.”

“It’s ok.” Nagisa assures him.

They stand like that for a while, not saying anything, but not needing to. They’re both tired, and maybe they’ll sit down one time and talk about what happened, but for now, they almost lost each other, and they just need a little reassurance.


Nagisa doesn’t think that his demons will ever go away.

But that’s ok, because he’s never going to let them take control of him, and maybe one day he’ll make peace with them. He knows that Karma’s there for him, and he appreciates it, because Karma staying is something he’ll never take for granted.

Some days, his demons are too loud, and he goes to Karma, crying. Karma comforts him, and only speaks a few times, but he knows just what to say.

Sometimes he whispers, “You’re beautiful, Nagisa.” And Nagisa feels as if he really means it. Sometimes he tells him, “You’re so strong. You don’t have to keep fighting alone.” Nagisa knows that, but all he asks for is Karma, and not for Karma to save him. “I can save myself, but I want you to be there when I do it.” And Karma nods, because Karma understands.

Gradually, Nagisa’s self confidence rises a little, and he smiles and means it. He thinks of himself more often than before, but Karma still can’t get rid of Nagisa’s selfless attitude. Nagisa cares for others, even more than before he thinks, because he’s started to care for himself too.

Karma watches as Nagisa grows up, and he’s filled with so much pride that he just knows he can’t keep his feelings to himself anymore.

So when he says, “I like you,” Nagisa’s demons go still. It takes a few days before Nagisa can say it too, but when he does say it, he smiles so brightly that Karma just hugs him again.

His demons approve, on some level, because Nagisa knows Karma, and their bond has always been stronger than most.

It takes a while, but after a year, Nagisa is the first one to say, “I love you.”

Karma should have seen it coming, but his emotions are making him tear up a little, and this time, Nagisa hugs him. It takes barely a minute before Karma replies, “I love you too.”

Nagisa’s demons are quiet, making a small noise of approval. Finally. They tell him.

They’re good for each other, really. They just needed to accept themselves first, because the other one has always been waiting. They’re stronger now, and they know that things might get difficult, but they’re used to challenges and hardships.

They’re going to make things work. They’re stubborn like that.

thenewbrokenbands  asked:

hii! i love your imagines😍 i was wondering if i could get one where it's like you're really insecure about yourself and you get jealous easily because you're scared that draco will find someone better than you, but then draco notices and he reassures you that he's not going anywhere and that he loves you and idk just make it fluffy😋 THIS IS SO LONG okay tysm😂❤️

Title: insecure jealous mess
Warnings: slight anorexia warning, insecurities, fluff/kissing
Word count: 1,196
Y/N - your name
Y/e/c - your eye color
Y/h/c - your hair color

Sorry I haven’t written one in a few days I’ve been SUPER busy so I’ll try to get a few out today. Hope you like this one it slightly deals with the idea of anorexia which I’ve dealt with in bits myself so it’s super close to me. -s


You sat in Transfiguration tuning out McGonagall and staring at your boyfriend Draco who was sitting next to some fourth year completely oblivious to fact that she was trying to get in his pants. The girl was a year younger than you and Draco with dirty blonde hair that dropped to her waist and bright blue eyes, not to mention she had the body of God. You felt disgusting compared her, with your (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) eyes and average figure you weren’t anything special. The girl giggled at something he said and twirled her hair around her fingers mindlessly, Draco gave her a half smile as the bell rang signaling it was time for your next class. You got up hurriedly grabbing your things and making a b-line for the door trying to avoid Draco at all costs, “Hey!” Draco said wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he came up behind you. “Uh..Hi.” You responded bluntly refusing to look up at him, “I have to get to potions I’ll see you later.” You finished, walking the opposite direction of where he was going. “Ok?” You heard him mumble under his breath clearly confused. It’s not that you were mad at him it’s just he’s always so confident and you didn’t want him to see you feeling so jealous and insecure.
For the next few days you completely pushed Draco out of your mind, only concentrating on school work. As dinner on the third day rolled around you walked into the great hall already taken a back by the amazing smell of fresh cooked food. You walked over to the end of the Slyherin table as far away from Draco as possible and worked on your homework trying to ignore everything going on around you. You were typically a social butterfly, everyone loved you but they must have all been able to see you weren’t in the mood because no one came near you unless they wanted something to eat that was close by. You clutched your stomach as it growled asking for food since you hadn’t eaten since two days ago, you shushed it trying to keep it down. “If I want a body like hers I’m not eating. It’s the only way.” You thought to yourself determined to be considered pretty by more than five people for once. This had happened to you before, the not eating thing, it happens whenever you get insecure or depressed you just drown yourself in work not caring about your needs. Of course you’d never admit this to Draco, he’d be so disappointed in you. You felt someone sit down next to you but didn’t bother to see who hoping they would get the memo and go away, after five minutes of them just sitting there you turned to look at them “yes?” You said Rudely turning to face the person who happened to be Draco “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked his blue eyes forcefully meeting yours. “What are you talking about I’m fine.” You retorted and stared back down at your work trying to get lost in it, but you saw Dracos hand slide over it and take it from in front of you, “come on.” He requested taking your hand in his and getting up. You rolled your eyes but stood up the room slightly spinning from your lack of food and followed him. He led you to the Slyherin common which was entirely empty since everyone was enjoying their meal.
He threw your books and papers into a coffee table and pulled you down on the couch next to him, “please tell me what’s wrong” he whispered looking into your eyes once again, you got lost in his eyes like drowning in an ocean and couldn’t resist keeping any emotions in any more. You started to cry tears spilling from your eyes endlessly, at first Draco seemed taken aback, he’s never seen you cry but soon he pulled you into his chest rocking you back and forth in his arms and whispering that everything would be alright. Your crying started to slow down and you backed up slightly so you were able to see his gorgeous features. “Hey, can you tell me what’s wrong?” He said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and giving you a sympathetic smile. “It’s silly” you said wiping a few stray tears away, “I just, I saw you with that fourth year girl and she’s just soooo pretty and was obviously flirting with you. I mean out of all the beautiful girls you could have had why did you pick me? I’m nothing special I’m just average. Average looking, average intelligence, average everything. I understand if you want to break up with me I’m weak and you’re this strong confident person. And that’s why I haven’t eaten in two days, I want to be beautiful.” You said your voice lightly cracking a few times from having been crying. You looked at your hands expecting him to slap you something for be so disappointed in you for being so shallow. But you felt his hand slip under your chin and lift your head up to face his own, “Listen to me (Y/N)” he said lightly looking directly at you as if he could see in your soul, “That girl is a bubble brain, she has nothing on you and if it makes you feel better I will happily ignore her, she was getting on my nerves anyways. I didn’t pick you because of your looks (y/n), although they are a bonus.” He said winking at you with his normal flirty attitude “I liked you because you’re different, you care about other people more than yourself while still being able to be a cunning little mastermind. You’re smarter than me without a doubt and you deserve so much more than I could ever give you. You might seem average to everyone else but to me you are so far from average. You are extraordinary and beautiful in a way that I’ve never seen. I need you to promise me that you will never EVER starve yourself again because some stupid girl made you feel bad about your self. Because you are beautiful and I couldn’t have dreamed of anything better, I would never even dream of leaving you, you’re stuck with me for the long run I love you (y/n)” he said his own eyes slightly watering. “I love you too” you said your eyes welling up again, you leaned into Draco until your lips were centimeters apart “Thankyou” you whispered before he closed the gap. Your lips moved in perfect sync, like they were meant to be there, you moved your hand into his hair as his moved to bum. Until your stomach growled, you giggled into the kiss as did he, “let’s get you something to eat, ok?” He asked his eyes gleaming, you nodded biting your lip as he took your hand and pulled you up off the couch and out of the common room to eat your first but of food in what felt like forever.

Already Won

Description: could you do like an age difference one? like where the reader is notably younger than him and scared about what the clique might think when they publicize it?

A/N: I don’t know how to make a fake tweet with a picture embedded in it, so this will have to do for now, but if you know any tricks, please tell me!!

“I-love-you.” Josh repeated this over and over again, distracting you from the chick flick you had picked out. As much as he insisted that he hated them, Josh always ended up cuddling tight next to you and becoming really possessive whenever you watched them. This was one of those times, when he was acting almost as if he was jealous of someone, or that he had to claim you before someone else stole you away.

“Josh…” you gently protested, and he hesitated only slightly, leaving his lips on the side of your neck. “I can’t pay attention to the movie when you’re doing that.”

“Then pay attention to me,” Josh said into your neck, continuing to kiss you.

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Jamilton Series: Part Three

Hey there, kiddos! Here’s the next part in my Jamilton Series! Did you miss the first two installments? No worries! Just go to this link and read away! :D

Two Days Ago–– Campus Library

“Alex?” Jefferson drawled. His boyfriend didn’t react. “Alexander,” he said, a bit sharper this time.

Alex’s head snapped up from his math textbook. He wiped at the drool that had gathered at the corner of his mouth. Jefferson smiled at him. Alexander was so cute when he was overtired. And Jefferson only thought that because Alex was always overtired. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the boy after a full night’s rest.

“You fell asleep on your homework?” Jefferson prompted.

Alex looked down at his textbook, wiping up a little spit with his shirt sleeve, then up at his boyfriend again, a silly grin spreading across his face.

“Oops,” he said with a tiny shrug. He picked up his pencil again and looked back down at the textbook.

Thomas kept watching him, sighing when he saw his eyelids begin to droop shut again. “Alex, beddy-bye time,” he singsonged.

“It’s only…” Alex glanced at his watch. “It’s only just after ten,” Alex murmured.

“Doesn’t matter. You can’t even stay awake long enough to have a conversation with me.”

“Math is boring,” Alex said, pushing the textbook away as he tried to blink his eyes open. “I’ll just go grab a coffee––”

“Alex, NO.” Thomas had to be stern. That was the only way to get Alex to listen at times.

Alexander sighed. “Fine. You win. Happy?” he muttered as he slammed his textbook shut and shoved it in his backpack.

“Actually, yes, I am,” Jefferson said with a sly grin. “Hey, did you end up grabbing dinner like you said you would?”

Jefferson had texted Alexander to join him for dinner in the dining hall earlier that evening, but Alex had said he couldn’t make it because he had a meeting for a group project.

“Um,” Alex said. And that said it all.

“We’re making ramen when we get back to your dorm,” Jefferson commanded.

“Stop babying me,” Alex snapped.

“I’ll stop when you start taking care of yourself,” Thomas snarked back.

“I am taking care of myself!” Alexander exclaimed. When his eyes locked on Jefferson’s there was something different about them. They were a little glazed over.

Jefferson shrugged it off as too little sleep and not enough food.

Alexander swung his backpack over his shoulder. “I’m going to my dorm room, and I’m going alone,” he said.

Jefferson’s heart fell just a little bit. But he quickly brushed it off, reminding himself Alex was exhausted and hungry, and nobody was at their best when they felt like that.

“All right,” Thomas sighed. “Call or text if you need anything.”

“Mmhmm,” Alex said. He pecked Thomas on the lips before scurrying out of the library.

Jefferson stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what had been so different about the kiss. His lips, he thought. They were so warm.

He shrugged. Alex was tired. He’d be fine in the morning. He just had to be.

Yesterday–– Campus Quad

Alexander was shivering more than usual. He was always cold whenever the temperature dipped below 50 degrees, but this seemed different.

“Um, are you sure you don’t want to go inside?” Thomas asked.

Alexander glared at him from across the table they were seated at. “Yes, I am quite sure,” he said with a little huff.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Well you’re shaking like crazy, so just wanted to make sure.”

“I’m fine. Everyone else is out here enjoying the nice day.” He gestured to all the other students occupying the quad, some at tables, others sitting on the grass, a few tossing a football back and forth.

Thomas wanted to say well you’re not everyone else, but he bit his tongue. Alexander clearly wasn’t in the mood for that kind of thing.

“Well let’s at least get a warm drink, then,” Thomas offered. “My treat. I’ll run into Starbucks and grab coffee.” He stood up, not even waiting for Alexander’s response. Starbucks wasn’t Alex’s favorite, but it was right on campus, and it was what they both drank most of the school year.

“No thanks,” Alex said without looking up from his book.

“What?” Thomas said, staring at Alexander.

“No thanks,” Alexander repeated as if he regularly turned down coffee.

“Are you okay?” Thomas couldn’t keep his voice from cracking.

“I. am. fine.” Alex growled, still not looking up from his book.

Thomas went to Starbucks and got them both coffees, anyway. He wordlessly set it down on the table in front of Alexander.

Alex didn’t even touch it.

Yesterday–– Evening, texting

Alexander: Sorry I was such a jerk earlier today. Not feeling the best.

Thomas: It’s okay. I figured something was up, but you didn’t seem to want to talk.

Alexander: Nothing bad, just a little tired, a little sore.

Thomas stared at the screen of his phone for a moment. It was one thing for Alex to admit to being tired. He did tend to admit it, but only after other people pointed it out to him. But sore? Jefferson couldn’t remember a time when Alex had complained about feeling sore…

Thomas: sore from what?

Alexander: all that working out I do ;)

Alexander: I think I’m just tired is all. I’ll be fine

Thomas was in the middle of typing back a long response about how Alex should call him if he needed him and that he really needed to take better care of himself when another message appeared on the screen.

Alexander: Goodnight, Thomas. Thank you for caring so much <333

Thomas stared at it for a moment. In their months of dating Alex had never written something like that. There’d been hearts and goodnights, but never thank you for caring so much. It seemed oddly… final.

Thomas brushed it off. Alex was clearly exhausted. Everyone dropped their guard a bit when they were tired.

He deleted the response he’d been working on in favor of a shorter text.

Thomas: Night, baby. Feel better soon, please <333

There was no response. Not that night, not the next morning, not until Thomas ran over to Alexander’s dorm and pounded on the door. And now, staring at his boyfriend in the hospital bed, all of his strange behavior made sense. The finality of the text made sense.

Thomas dropped his head into his hands and sobbed.

anonymous asked:

heeey you probably already have this request in your ask, but i was wondering if you could analyze japan too? i love reading all of these omg

Japan was super keen on shielding himself from the rest of the world, you could almost call him a hermit. 

He had no interest on getting to know other countries or become modern at all, it was almost as if he wanted to stay in his own little world without foreign relations 

It was hard enough for him to even open up his ports to other nations at all

And even after he seemed kind of…Different from everyone else. 

He didn’t feel like he fit in nor did he feel like he was up to speed, he often felt he couldn’t keep up with others and he was just ‘too old’ for everything happening in the world 

I actually really loved the character development in him because he went from this distant nation into a very involved and friendly one who was open to showing everyone his culture as well as learning other’s 

ALSO, He used to be very distant with personal space but actually learned embrace it and became pretty chill with it and instead of shoving others away he would treat them gently 

And last but not least, PROTECTIVE OF HIS FRIENDS 

Yes he hid in a ceiling because he worried about Germany’s safety and was literally ready to beat up Russia if anything bad happened to him (Japan and Russia were not on good terms during WWI)

Overall I think Japan really evolved into the person he really is deep down inside and he successfully took down all his defensive walls it’s amazing!!

“Torn” || Stiles Stilinski x Reader || Chapter Two

I do not own any of the gifs or images used on my blog unless stated otherwise.

Chapters:  ONE | TWO | THREE
Warnings?: Angst and snippets of strong language.
Requests?: Not a soul.

Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst
Rated: PG-13

Imagine Key:

  • (Y/N): Your Name
  • (F/IC/F): Your Favorite Ice-Cream Flavor

Word Count: 2,425
Shipping: Stiles Stilinski x Reader   

It’s been a couple of days since your break up with Stiles and you’ve been the same since you left. Broken. Confused. Angry. Betrayed. You have never felt this way before and it hurts, so, so much. Never in your life would you have ever thought that Stiles, your supposedly loyal boyfriend would do this to you. His ways deceived your heart and now it’s left conflicted. It’s just unbelievable and kills you. You thought he stole your heart for the good, but it was all lies. He took your heart to only entertain himself before he leaves for his new interest.

Today marks your first day back to school ever since your incident with Stiles and Malia and you’re remarkably nervous. You haven’t spoken or seen anyone except for Lydia since your short hiatus from the outside world. You didn’t want to see anyone, you just wanted to be left alone and thankfully, everyone understood. Your parents were, of course, were enraged but really supportive and sympathetic, so they let you stay home for a week. You were crying in your comfy bed, re-watching all current seasons of Game of Thrones with multiple pints of (F/IC/F) ice-cream and hot chocolate for 7 days straight. Now, a week has passed and you find yourself leaving for school.

As you park your car, you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure your eyes weren’t red. Satisfied with how you looked, you stepped out your car and walked straight into the building. One foot inside and you were engulfed in a big bear hug, you already knew who it was, judging by the strawberry blonde hair, all up in your face. “(Y/N)!!! You’re finally back!” Lydia grinned happily. Taking a step back and scanned your body, she spoke again with one brow raised. “I expected you to be in sweats.” You laughed quietly before looking down at your black skater dress and knee-high heel boots. “Nope, not anymore. I’m a brave, strong, young, independent woman, who isn’t going to cry anymore, over some guy.” You smiled proudly, showing that you just overcame your problem and you couldn’t have felt better. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N). Now, come, we really need to get to our classes.” Lydia smiled, dragging you down the hall to your English class, before going her separate way.

As soon as you stepped in, Stiles’ head shot straight up, looking at you with regret written all over his face. You walked in boldly, showing you weren’t heartbroken anymore but any werewolf in this class could smell different. Sitting in your seat next to Stiles, you did your best to neglect him while he eyes burned holes into the side of your skull. Determined not to look at him, you carried on, getting your stuff out and listening to the teacher. Half way through the lesson you sneaked a look at Stiles. When you did, you feel yourself starting to pout. You noticed how tired he looked, he had small purple bags under his eyes just like he did when void happened. Shaking your head, you refused to even think or look at Stiles. 

Even though it was killing you.

When class was over, you quickly placed your supplies back into your bag and stepped towards the door, until you were stopped by a firm grip. You turned around, confused to only be faced with the person you really don’t want to see, or better known as Stiles.

“Stiles, let go of me. Now.” You demanded as you tried to release yourself from his grip. “No, not until you hear me out.” He hissed through his gritted teeth. You stared at him with no emotion lingering in your face, as you shifted your weight to your right leg, “Fine. What do you want?” He sighed softly in relief while stepping back, freeing your wrist from his grasp, before he began to speak.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever cheated on you. I’m sorry that I ever hurt you. I don’t know why I did it, I really don’t. Every single day without you just makes my life even worse and worse. I adore you with all my heart and I messed up, so, so, badly. I shouldn’t have hurt you this way, or EVER. Please give me another opportunity to treat you better, I promise. Please, (Y/N).” When he finished, you didn’t even realize that small droplets of tears were rolling down your cheeks. When you snapped back into reality, you looked away as you quickly wiped the tears away, ashamed and angry. You couldn’t let him get to you, and cause pain, even if he meant it or not.

Don’t listen to his words. He doesn’t mean it. He never loved you, like you did.

You can’t let it happen. Not again.

You just couldn’t let it happen again, it hasn’t been long enough for you to just forgive and forget. You are way stronger than that, and you’re going to show it.

You looked back up at him, to see a patient Stiles, waiting for your response. He was silent, staring at you. You released a big sigh and started to rant your rage out, with clear anger plastered onto your face.

“Stiles, do you know how much you hurt me?! Do you know how much you ruined me?! Emotionally?! I can’t believe that you think that after only a week of break away from you can replace a trust that was broken for I don’t know, for months. I don’t know what to say anymore. But all I can say is just stay away from me because I want to be happy and strong, not this small, fragile girl who cries over some guy. So please Stiles, let me have a break.”  You bellowed. Feeling the anger coursing through your body. Fury started building and your face began turning red. You instantly stomped away, knowing that you might break something, potentially physically hurting people around you. 

When lunch arrived, you finally calmed down, even though the talk is still on the top of your head, picking at you, time to time. You sat alone with your phone while waiting for Lydia to arrive for lunch. After minutes of waiting and enjoying the breezy, sunny day, she finally arrives, flashing her pearly whites. 

“Hey, how has your day been going? Has Stiles spoken to you today? What did he say? Tell me!!!” She exclaimed in a whispering tone, switching from a grin to a concerned questioning expression in seconds, as she sits across from you. You looked at her, furrowing your brows, with WTF written on your forehead. “Umm yeah, he kinda um, you know…begged for a second chance, but I…declined it.” You started out, but you could feel your blood boil as you kept on replaying the stupid conversation again and again. “I couldn’t believe what he said honestly. Does he REALLY think I would give in so easily!?!?! I’m just so speechless right now, Lydia. You don’t even know!!! UGH!!! He just needs to back off for a sec so I can actually think about it without fucking bawling my eyes out!!!” You continued, feeling gulps of anger spurring out while Lydia watched in silence. 

“What should I do, Lydia? What should I do?” You sighed, feeling yourself starting to ease. You looked down, pouting a little as you play around with your phone. You dozed off for awhile until you heard Lydia clearing her throat with a loud hem. You looked up with puzzled looks. 

“(Y/N), I know I shouldn’t really pick your choices for love, but honestly, you should give him a second chance. Stiles has his flaws and mistakes but you and I know that he’s still a very good person. I know he messed up, like BIG TIME, but I know, that on the inside he’s killing himself, slowly realizing how much he messed up. And I know deep inside, that you still love him and he loves you. Give him a second chance (Y/N), let him redeem himself. Because I know, that Stiles won’t stop until he gets you back in his arms." She expressed, with one of the most serious faces you have ever seen by her. You stared at her, processing everything she just said. You can’t help but feel like she’s right. You know very well that Stiles is a good person even though he has made "some” mistakes. Stiles still made your heart ache BUT you knew you still have feelings for that goofball, even though he killed you a little bit

“You’re right… again.” You smiled a small grin while looking down at your folded hands. “I’m gonna talk to him after school… thanks for the help, I owe you one.” You continued, making Lydia chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, helping out my best friend, doesn’t cost you anything.” She smiled as your eyes slowly widened. 

“Really?… can you buy me lunch then? I left my wallet at home.” You quickly asked, smiling widely, looking innocent. She rolled her eyes as she dragged you to the nearby restaurant, to get a nice hefty burger. 

When the school day came to an end, you drove by Stiles’ home, with anxiety buttered all over your body. Your heartbeat started to build, and your palms were sweaty. As you walked towards the front door, you felt a little light headed. Everything seemed so, so, weird. You have been exceptionally nervous before, but never to this extreme, but you knew, you could handle it. 

As you inch closer and closer to the door, you began to wonder about EVERYTHING. He crushed you, but you’re forgiving him. He fucked you up, but you’re letting it slide. He messed you up but you still love him. There’s something wrong with you. You have never forgiven anyone of your boyfriends that cheated on you, why is Stiles’ an exception? You knew why he was different from everyone else, you have ever fallen for. He and you had a connection, that you never had with anyone before. And your willing to continue that connection because…you love him. 

When you rang the bell, the door was quickly opened by Sheriff Stilinski. “Oh, surprising to see you here (Y/N). Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, with a small smile. You smiled back, nodding your head. “Yes, is Stiles home right now? I want to talk to him about something.”

“He’s right upstairs, come in and I’ll call him down if you want.” He opened the door, broadly for you to walk inside. When you entered the lovely home, you quickly told Sheriff that you’ll just talk to Stiles by yourself as you walked upstairs to his room. 

Whilst you approached to his room, you heard something fumbling and a really loud bang. You quickly ran into his room to see if everything was okay, but instead, you felt your heart slowly engulf in flames.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!” You screamed, with a stream of tears rolling down your red cheeks as you stared. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe it’s happening again. When you entered the room, you expected to see Stiles alone, but you never expected him on top of Malia, just like the scene that broke your heart the first time.

Stiles quickly got himself up, trying to explain himself with “It’s not what it seems” and other excuses. He had wide eyes that looked dearly sorry, but you couldn’t fall for it, especially after what you just saw. You stared at him, wanting to believe him, but you couldn’t. You ACTUALLY thought that he still loved you, you ACTUALLY thought of giving him a second chance. You ACTUALLY thought you two, could fix everything wrong with your relationship. But you were wrong, totally WRONG.

“Stiles…I can’t believe you!!! You had the nerve to say you still loved me and you would never hurt me EVER again!!! But look at what you’re doing now!!! You lied to me, AGAIN!!! I came here today, to forgive you!!! To ACTUALLY give you a second chance for your sorry ass!!! Now, I regret everything!!! I regret ever getting with you and definitely thinking that you deserve a second chance!!!” You shouted until you couldn’t anymore. Your throat became sore, and you couldn’t look at his stupid watery eyes. You felt so foolish, he made you feel like you were confused, fragile, person. You couldn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe you. 

“Please (Y/N), what just happened wasn’t real. I tripped and fe-” He started but I cut him off with a simple “no”. You’re not going to fall for the bull shit again. You’re done with shit, and you are DONE with HIM. 

“I don’t want to see or talk to you EVER again. You broke me, you fucked me up, you DESTROYED ME!!! And I don’t want to deal with you anymore!!!"  Those release of words lightened you up, but it didn’t stop the flow of tears from your pits of anger and sadness. 

You took one last look of Stiles before you left with not a single word to spoken. You rushed out the door, with small "Goodbye” to sheriff as you ran to your parked car. When you sat inside, you released a big sob, feeling your sorrow and rage run out with each tear that dripped from your eyes. 

You needed a longer break, a longer break from everything. A break from beacon hills and it’s…things. It’s too much for you to handle, and you needed an escape route from this place until you are ready to take on this shit full on.

After sitting and contemplated on what to do, you finally came up with idea that consisted of you moving away from this hell hole with 3 of the best people you have ever met in your life. 

You quickly grabbed your phone out of your bag and dialed a very close friend. In seconds of calling, someone picked up and you instantly hear that very familiar sweet voice that you have grown to love. 

“Hey, how have you been?“
“Good, good. Ummm, can I ask you a question?”
“Do you mind if I stay with you and the guys for a while? I just need a break from home and Beacon.”
“Really? Wow, that’s great to hear!“
“Why?… I-I’ll tell you when you arrive.”
“Okay, thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodbye!”

You hung up, smiling widely with excitement, with no tears to be seen. You placed your phone down and began driving home, with a wide smile plastered on your face.

You sighed in relief, knowing you will finally be away from this dark alley in this world that’s dragging you down. All you had to do it wait. Wait for the familiar black 1967 Chevy Impala to arrive at your home, with 3 of your favorite people on Earth.

A/N: Chapter two? DONE. Here you go, my children! I was so stuck on this chapter, I had pieces missing for it, but luckily I’m friends with a big sweetheart on tumblr and she helped me a lot. Big thanks to Bethan (@granddaughter-of-satan), you’re amazing! Thank you, thank you! She’s my life saver, many kisses to this love! xx

A Gift

When life shoots a bullet, you are expected to catch it. The impossible expectation leaves some to ruins. For you, there was no such expectation. Rather, it was those around you who lived to grovel at your feet giving you your every desire. And you hated it. 

Barely three years old and such a tragedy had occurred, costing you something you couldn’t even remember having. It was your restriction, leaving you rendered physically useless in a way. 

Poisoned by your own thoughts as people such as family, or friends babying you because you couldn’t do what they could. Walk. Doing things as you pleased wasn’t your reality. 

Hospitals for the next 5 years after the accident, physical therapy filled with hope to be diminished for 2 years, and the doom of the chair for the rest of your life. Chair had become one of your least favorite words; rather, your wheelchair had become your demise. 

It was life reduced to half, where you were on a different level than everyone else. Different from everyone else. Even though he was there to tell you not, it was the cancerous thoughts of being rendered useless that overwhelmed your very being. 

The only person in your life who seemed to understand you completely had stuck so close you felt like you never deserved anything. A little boy by the name of Do Kyungsoo curiously peeked over at the little hospital bed that you laid on, on the day of your accident. 

His big eyes looked at your frail body, and the little boy turned into a prince. Valiant and a noble, this prince has stayed by your side for the majority of your life, giving his all to you. To you, though a knight in shining armor, you knew he wasn’t a prince. 

Kyungsoo had his fair share of faults like any other person, and that included sometimes not always wanting to baby you. In school, he was with you all the time. Money and power made the two of you have the same schedule for the sake of your convenience. 

He pushed what he called your throne through the halls of the school, greeting the students left and right. He was, you weren’t. Yes, your classmates were nice to you and all, but you couldn’t help but feel that the only reason they were so was your…disability. 

It was only a courtesy, a pity if you really wanted to get into the depths of your insecurities. Rather than talk about your fears, you would cover it up with a polite smile, sometimes some words exchanged. However, as the students passed by there were next to no faces you could claim as your friend, only Kyungsoo. 

Some days you would think he would be kind to you out of responsibility, a sort of chore by his parents and yours so that you would be taken care of. Because he had been there your entire life, you had gotten used to the idea that he was always going to be around you, always take care of you. 

The case of a princess always had to fall for the prince. You wanted more than a relationship as a babysitter, extend the title of a friend. Maybe…if you didn’t feel more useless it would change. 

The sweet sound of Kyungsoo calling your name returned you to his presence, as the wheels of your throne halted. “What would you like to eat?” Kyungsoo smiled down at you as he pulled out two homemade lunches. He always had two options for you, but you could honestly do with whatever amazing thing he made for you. 

You picked at random, and took the blue lunch pale out of his hand. Kyungsoo was always a quiet person to begin with, but chatting with him was heavenly. Currently he was giggling over something a teacher had said in class, making a joke. 

You watched all of his facial expressions, the way he smiled, the way his eyes curled up into smiles themselves. Everything he did and said made you fall even deeper as the days passed. The dream couple would be the prince and the princess together. 

By the end of school, you and Kyungsoo were ready to head out, when you heard a female voice calling him. It was straining to you, but from behind you saw a girl, very popular for being both sweet and really attractive. 

“Hey, you forgot one of your books in class!” Kyungsoo gave her a bright smile, and you noticed a different kind of twinkle in his eye as he stared at her. 

“Thanks Hyeri.” 

“How have you been Kyungsoo? We haven’t talked in forever!” You were quietly listening as the two were catching up, unaware that they were close to begin with. 

Dangerous thoughts crossed your mind, as you saw Kyungsoo, standing, standing with another girl who was more normal than you. Someone who was able to freely talk to him, someone he didn’t have to constantly worry about. 

Unlike you who felt like an obligation, you didn’t realize that Kyungsoo could have had a completely normal life if you just weren’t there. Your existence was fading as the conversation prolonged, and you had all the power to just move away, if you only reached down to move the chair. 

Kyungsoo finished the conversation early, saying that you needed to get home. The disappointment in the girls face was easy to read, but it wasn’t Kyungsoo that saw it, it was you. 

You exchanged looks of sincere pity as you started moving away and Kyungsoo’s attention was back on you. Quietness consumed the car as he drove the two of you to your home, making Kyungsoo more worried than you knew. 

He tried asking if you were ok, but you just mumbled an incoherent and vague answer, neither saying yes or no. Kyungsoo helped you out of the care, warm arms caring you from the seat of the car to your chair. 

“Uh, you can go home Kyungsoo. I’m fine on my own.” 

His naturally wide eyes had widened even more at the suggestion that you would be fine on your own. Though it may have been true, Kyungsoo didn’t want to accept it. “A-are you sure? I can say hi to your parents…or-“ 

You knew you got him as soon as he started stuttering, but honestly you wanted to be alone and away from him. Just to gather your thoughts. He was hesitant, beyond hesitant. Not that you weren’t capable, but he desperately wanted to protect you. 

Shelter, cradle, comfort, whatever words he could think of, that’s what he wanted to do. It scared him greatly that you wanted to be on your own, and you read that on his face. 

He insisted at least that he helped you to the door, but once you got inside, the door was shut and you went straight to your parents. You explained that Kyungsoo as a guardian was no longer needed, and you shouldn’t have to burden him anymore. 

So when you showed up to school alone, pushed yourself around school, and ate lunch you prepared yourself, you expected to do all of these things alone from now on. 

But nonetheless a blue lunch pale was set in the place exactly where it should be. He was so nonchalant about joining you, like it was a second nature. He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw your confused face. 

“D-didn’t your parents tell you?” 

He titled his head like a puppy, “Tell me what?” 

“That you don’t have to…take care of my anymore.” Your voice faded in and out, rather embarrassed to say that he didn’t have to come anymore. 

“Why? I can’t sit with my princess? What kind of prince would I be then?” 


“I’m being serious. Why do you have to word it like that? You are not an obligation, jagi. I’ve never thought that.” The intent stares and the endearing name he called you was enough to send your heart through the roof. 

“But-“ “Princess, I really need you to stop worrying.” He placed his hand over yours and leaned over to place an endearing kiss on your cheek. 

“But I’m-“ 

“Perfect.” There were plenty of more ways Kyungsoo could make you believe his truly feelings, it was only which he would choose at this moment. Overall, he chose you, he chose to love you.

Peach Unnie Kyungsoo isn’t lonely anymore!! <3

The Partner

Written using this post as a prompt. Didn’t go anywhere near where your elaboration went, @thenarator, so I’m putting it up anyway. 

And in other news I kinda want to write the further adventures of Joe’s new partner and his little science nerd. (Preferably featuring said partner discovering things about his nerd’s life that appall him and might definitely end up with him punching Harry in the face.)

Anyway whatever here’s a short fic I just wrote. 

Keep reading

slaygoldponyboy  asked:

I really would like to know more about Chowder being a low-key scary badass, if possible?

“If possible?” you say. 

“idk maybe,” I reply, covered in Chowder headcanons. They just keep pouring in. I love Chris Chow, okay?

No one expects Chowder to make it through training. Not that his skills test scores were low, it’s just… he seems too happy to be a spy. He wants to make friends, and talk to people, and those things don’t bode well a) in the W.E.L.L system and b) in the espionage field in general

Chowder has a reason for all the niceties, though (other than the fact that he’s a genuinely sweet person and the glow of the sun personified, I mean.) You see, being nice? It gets you places. Making friends gets you information, opens doors that were closed. 

They get an assignment, during training– a test of sorts. Everyone, secretly, thinking that they’re the only person to get the assignment, is assigned a person and is instructed to get certain information from them. Most of the class, they use their spy training, and try to do it through stakeouts and espionage. Not Chowder, though; no, Chowder take a much different approach. 

He asks. Nicely, with a smile and genuine interest in his tone. His target is so surprised, and a little flattered that this other trainee seems to look up to them so much, and wants to know about them.

Chowder gets his information in three days. It takes everyone else weeks. This is when people realize that Chris Chow is a force to be reckoned with, whether you’re trying to beat him hand-to-hand (which is nigh on impossible) or trying to best him mentally. 

He goes into SamWELL as a field agent, initially, but he eventually becomes Lardo’s right hand, running classified errands and fielding between agents and the tech branch. 

(This is how he sort of gets pulled into Dex and Nursey’s pseudo-feud: he totes notes back and forth, with Dex’s chewing Nursey out for destroying a piece of tech, and Nursey’s being a single sticky note he always reuses that reads “chill” with the number of times he’s had to send said note tallied up underneath it. Dex rips it up and sends it back at thirty, but gets a new note that says “yo chill” with the tally still running. Chowder can hear his scream from the other side of the glass.)