hoping maybe this time it gets more notes

Imagine Being Pregnant With Dean’s Child

Originally posted by abigayle12000

Request: I just discovered your blog and I’m like in love! Any chance you could write a one shot, or imagine, where dean’s girlfriend gets pregnant accidentally and they’re both unsure about it at first, but then it turns out to be a really good thing. Bonus points if she’s pregnant with two or more children. And maybe Dean even finds it to be a little bit of a turn on, like he loves her huge stomach and the fact that they’ve made a life (or lives) together. No worries if you can’t, still love the blog! - Anonymous

Author’s Note: Aw, thank you anon! I hope you all like it! Any time I get to write one of the boys are a dad, it makes me so happy. Someone give Dean and Sam a baby that won’t be taken away from them. I can’t handle a Ben situation again.

You could take on the alpha of every monster you encountered and then Lucifer himself and still have more energy than you do at being six months pregnant. That wasn’t even the worst part, that combined with swollen feet, an uncontrolled heartburn and having the most tender boobs that every time you crossed your arms over your chest your cried; pregnancy was going to kill you.

Dean was watching you take your time waddling down The Bunker hallway, with a hand on your belly. “Are you okay?” he chuckled.

“I’m exhausted and everything hurts,” you whined.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Dean whispered, pulling you into his arms when you got closer.

When you told Dean you were pregnant, he was ecstatic and it seemed like his love for you grew bigger. When your stomach grew larger with your child, Dean would constantly rub your stomach and talk to the baby. Sometimes when the baby was kicking up a storm and trying to bruise your organs, Dean would sing softly to your belly, helping the baby calm down so you could get some sleep.

You gasped as you felt the baby attach your organs again with its feet. You grabbed Dean’s hand and placed it where the baby was kicking so he could feel it too. Dean pressed a kissed behind your ear and trailed his lips to your jaw.

“This is so weird,” you giggled as Dean’s mouth got closer to yours.

“How?” Dean whispered, “it’s sexy knowing that we created life.”

You scrunched up your face. “That’s not sexy. Being pregnant isn’t sexy. I feel like a bloated balloon.”

“Even if you were a balloon, I’d fine you sexy as hell and I’d love every minute of it,” Dean said.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him. You hated being pregnant with every fiber of your being but somehow Dean found it amazing. You were going to give him the greatest gift anyone could ever be given, you were going to give him a child.

Dean pulled away and helped you into the kitchen where Sam was making dinner. Cas was with you three like normal, sitting next to you.

“Are you sure you still don’t want to know the sex of the child?” Cas asked.

“Positive, Cas,” You answered him. “We want to be surprised.”

“Well,” Cas murmured, placing a hand on your stomach. “You at least need to know the one thing the doctor missed?”

“And what’s that?” Dean asked him.

“You’re pregnant with twins.”

Periods & Pills | Jeff Atkins

* Jeff wasn’t shown with any siblings in the series but in this imagine, he has a little sister *

Warning: sarcastic banter


It was 11pm as you approached your local shop. The words ‘Open Late’ lit luminous in florescent yellow and orange, flickering and buzzing in the near distance.

You walked in and out of the rain. Your socks damp and hair soaking wet. But you desperately needed pain killers. DESPERATELY.

“Come. On.” the red headed man-child behind the counter tutted his eyes still glued to his smart phone as you passed by him “You’ve had your period since you we’re 12 years old, and your telling me you still can’t handle the cramps?”

“No uterus. No opinion”

You paced over and grabbed a pack of the pain killer you needed along with something to swallow it down.

Clerk watched as you threw some loose change on the counter then popped the pill and chugged down with a can of lemonade.

“..Maybe you can help out the guy in isle 3” Clerk told but asked at the same time “ He’s been standing there for the past 20 minutes”

”..Um-okay” you murmur, your lips still on the rim on the can. The shop was eerie and chilly and refrigerator bright and quiet, not too quiet, the sound of the radio and the rain and the tire screeches from whatever game Clerk was playing was noticeable, every so often.

It was sketchy but familiar.

Your eyes landed on Jeff and he was holding a box of tampons in one hand and sanitary towels in the other. His face like an expression a calculator would make if they had human faces.

“Heavy flow Jeff?” You asked, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Jeff’s head snapped towards you “No no no- it’s for my baby sister” he tells you “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I just come here when I’m bored” you say, balancing on your heels “Actually Clerk and I are good friends”

“I don’t know her(!)” Clerk’s voice hummed from the front of the shop.

“It’s my local. I come here all the time” you assure Jeff

"You only come here when you need drugs(!)” Clerk says again

“Anyway. Need my help?”

"Yeah. s-sure” Jeff shrugs, nodding a little “So what do you use?”

Your eyebrows knit together “Did you really want me to answer that?”

"Actually yeah, never mind” he agrees

You snigger a little which makes Jeff blush in embarrassment.

"Well considering it’s her first time” you take the tampons out of his hand “I don’t really think she’s up for sticking a tampon up her va-”

You stop. Jeff’s giving you that on edge ‘please-don’t-talk-about-my-sister-sticking-something-up-her-vagina’ look.

You sigh “I’m just saying” then you take another sip of your drink, and point to some sanitary towels on the shelf with your little finger “Get these”

“You sure?” Jeff asks, reaching down to get them.

"Yeah. I think I saw these on Tv.”

Jeff had stood back up and you pointed out something on the packet. His tall figure lingering just over yours. All muscle really.

You liked Jeff a lot.

“Apparently their completely leak proof”

And yet you still said something stupid.

“Jesus Y/n” he chuckled “Why’d you have to make this experience so awkward?”

"Sorry” you say walking next to him “I actually feel bad that your first time had to be with me” you chuckle

He places the things on the counter and raids his jacket pocket for money “It’s fine. It’s just, you shouldn’t talk so much- it kinda kills the mood” Jeff jokes

You grin “I was just trying to make you feel comfortable”

He pulls out a note and hands it to Clerk.

"Well I wasn’t”

You fold your arms “Maybe next time you should get someone with a little more experience to do it”

"Yeah, your right” Jeff says, smiling down at you “But who?”

“I don’t know. Your mum?”

Jeff chokes a little and you laugh.

“..What the fuck did you two do back there?” Clerk asks


Short one, hoped you liked it x

Originally posted by 13-lara

noodle-bird  asked:

Hello lovely! How about a pynch au fic where Ronan and Adam meet when the fire alarms for their apartment building go off and everyone has to evacuate to the parking lot?

hey there!!! i am so sorry this is so late, and i don’t really have an excuse other than that life’s been incredibly busy – with good things, mostly, so that’s a plus at least. three notes: 1. this is definitely not a drabble of a couple hundred words, because i’m apparently terrible at keeping my own resolutions… but at the same time, 2. it’s also not a complete fic; it kinda feels like the start of one, and maybe i’ll write that au someday, but i decided to let this go for now or i would never fill your prompt, ack ^^;;; finally, 3. this is unbeta’d, so any mistakes (whether in the english or in general knowledge about american stuff) are exclusively mine. hope you enjoy!! <3

Adam didn’t need this. With midterms looming so close, and the opening shift at the coffee shop the following morning at ass o’clock, he was really looking forward to going over his chemistry notes one more time and then getting an early night. Instead, he had been forced out of his tiny flat and down four flights of stairs by a blaring siren.

Adam really didn’t need this.

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reasons why the “save josh” dlc would be actually really awesome

Alright hear me out on this actually. We really should get the DLC. Not only because the majority of the fanbase honestly likes Josh and wants to save him from a fate worse than death, but also because Supermassive could actually make good money on a bonus optional ending. Like, I’m serious. It would be good for them, for us, for everyone. There’s no reason to not do this.

Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly introduce the Until Dusk DLC, where:

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Finding Home (1)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of weed? Something resembling a panic / anxiety attack, though probably not, but just in case. No specific ship in this entire story, tbh, but I’ll make sure to add some fluff + sexual tension between you and everyone, lol.

Author’s Note: HEY. So, it has been a long time since I’ve written any fanfic, much more an Avengers fanfic. I hope all the characters are in character, ehehe. So, I’ve decided to do a series of connected one-shots of your high school senior year with the Avengers gang + other Marvel characters, inspired by the 30 day drabble challenge (although I will not be doing drabbles, and for now, I’ll just do seven of them, depending on my inspiration). So, hope that you enjoy this! Let me know if there are any mistakes. Thank you! (:

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin. Part #5: haze.

1: beginning

n. a starting point / new or inexperienced

This office was such a fucking dump. You looked at the pee-colored wall, bare but for the chippings on the corners by the ceiling. Good thing a few bulky, metal cabinets covered that eyesore of a wallpaper – although that still didn’t help in the general aesthetic quality of the room. There wasn’t even a window in here.

Your gaze fell on the small desk in front of you, unoccupied except for a laptop, a fuckton of paperwork, and some kind of 1940 action figure of a man in blue-white-red spandex. Oh, and of course, the name of your class advisor-slash-guidance counselor on a rusty, golden plaque: Mr. Phil Coulson.

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Little Avenger

Pairing: Avengers x reader

Summary: you were to meet the avengers that day. They had heard you were good but they were surprised to see you in person

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a teen reader x avengers for a long time and I finally did. It will have other parts and would even have eventual peter x reader. It’s more of an introduction parts and has one of my most favourite tropes. The reader’s powers are energy manipulation. It’s funny and fluffy. Hope you like it! ( I couldn’t find a proper gif so)

Warnings: swearing maybe?

Word Count: 1558

PART - 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Originally posted by a-less-ordinary-life

Everyone was sat in the conference room, getting impatient with every passing minute. They had heard a lot about you and were finally going to meet you that day. Bucky was sat beside Steve arguing with Sam while Steve read your file, tony and Clint were engaged in a paper ball fight, Wanda was talking with Natasha as she made some objects float around, Pietro was zapping in and out of the room and Bruce and Thor were discussing something like the only adults.

Fury was seeing it all and took in a deep breath, the avengers initiative didn’t include him having to deal with superhero children.

‘can you all behave like adults?’ he stood up from his chair and all eyes landed on him. Clint’s paper ball landed on him and he glared at him. ‘she’s going to be here any minute-.’ He was beginning to say the sentence he had been saying for the past 15 minutes before tony interrupted him.

‘oh don’t give us that again!’ he folded his arms.

‘yeah, we’re the avengers we’ve got shit to avenge.’ Natasha looked at him and everyone agreed.

‘okay! I heard that but, if you’d just- ‘fury’s phone buzzed and he took a breath of relief when he read the message. ‘she’s here. where’s peter and vision?’

‘vision kind of drifted away and parker had some project to complete.’ Clint said.

Everyone straightened up, they were curious and exited to know who was going to be joining them now.

‘Steve, tell them about her.’ Fury sat down. ‘I am way too tired for this shit.’ He muttered.

‘alright,’ he got up. ‘so, she’s good at fighting and with weapons, she can also use energy to do whatever she wishes…’ he furrowed his brows as he read the last sentence.

‘I insist you hand us all your weapons.’ They heard a faint voice from outside.

‘I won’t.’ You folded your arms.

‘let her in.’ Clint shouted. You smiled at the agent in front of you.

‘can I go now?’ you tilted your head. He clenched his jaw but nodded with a smile. you pushed your glasses above your nose and walked in.

Everyone was surprised to see you, all of them had varying expression of disbelief on their face. they expected a girl but…older. you were wearing a black hoodie and ripped black jeans. A sword was strapped at your back securely and your clothes had some budges around you signalling you had more weapons; you weren’t looking like a normal teenager. Natasha smiled for she could sense you would be nice to have around.

‘everyone, this is (y/n) (y/l/n). she’s 15 and will be joining you.’ fury introduced you to them and you waved.

‘hello, it’s nice to meet you all.’ You smiled.

‘from now on she will be training with you so, be nice to her.’ He stated simply and left.

‘hi (y/n), how are you?’ Natasha smiled brightly as she offered you her hand to shake.

‘hi!’ you chirped. ‘I am good.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets again.

‘it’s a child!’ Thor’s voice rumbled through the room as he recovered from his shock.

‘everyone can see that.’ Bruce whispered to Thor.

‘well, before we talk more, would you mind putting all your weapons here.’ Natasha patted the table.

‘oh, okay.’ You took a deep breath. You first placed your sword on the table, took out the knives from your boots and the two guns strapped to your waist. Everyone’s eyes grew wide seeing the variety of weapons you had placed on the table.

‘all of it.’ She folded her arms.

‘fine.’ You muttered. You took out a tiny pistol tucked in your jeans and two mini explosives from your hair. Natasha looked at you with suspicion. You understood what she meant.

‘can all the men look away.’ You put a hand on your eyes making Wanda and Natasha chuckle. The guys obeyed and faced the wall.

‘were do you have it stuffed kid?’ tony asked facing the wall.

‘I have two explosives and a poison bottle in my bra.’ You said in angry voice as you reached for them. Everyone snickered or laughed except Thor and Steve, they looked down. You kept them on the table and took a step back.

  ‘that’s it! You raised your arms. ‘the blades in my shoes are fixed I can’t put them here.’ You folded your arms.

 ‘you all can look now.’ Wanda said and the guys turned to you again.

  ‘how did you stuff it all in there?’ Bucky examined a dagger.

  ‘one of my talents.’ You shrugged.

‘hey, what about your powers?’ Wanda asked.

‘well, I can’t explain them just like that.’ You scratched your cheek. ‘I can show you.’ you looked at everyone trying to get a look of approval.

‘go ahead.’ Steve said.

You took a deep breath and moved your hand to summon your energy. All eyes were on you as a red light seemed to form in your hands. You made an orb and opened your eyes. ‘I can do anything with it.’ The orb floated in your hands. ‘I can read others energy, control people or any living being, I can extract their energy, I can channel my energy through inanimate things and do stuff with them, it’s weird I haven’t figured it all out yet.’ You juggled the orb.

‘what do you mean by extract their energy?’ Bruce leaned forwards.

‘I can kill them. You see, life is a form of energy, when I extract it from someone I kill them and that energy kind of feeds me.’ You explained.

feeds you?’Clint said in disbelief.

‘um, yeah, but I don’t do it with many people. It makes me stronger and I get high on it.’ You looked down.

 ‘you can also read energy?’ Sam asked.

‘yes, I can read minds and I can tell what kind of power a person possess.’ you made the orb vanish. ‘for example,’ you looked at Wanda. ‘you can read minds, alter it, and… you also possess telekinesis.’ Your eyes turned black as you read her. ‘and,’ you turned to Pietro. ‘I do not fight with my glasses on I wear contacts.’ You said.

‘sorry.’ He muttered

‘so what you can do with your powers has wide boundaries little one?’ Thor stood up and looked at you.

‘yes sir.’ You said.

‘you need not call me that.’ He smiled brightly. ‘I am Thor, of asgard.’ He said.

‘I am sorry, I have a habit of calling others either sir or mam.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets.

‘now that you will be staying with us, you can call us by our names.’ Natasha kept a hand on your shoulder.

‘that would be nice.’ You smiled. ‘it’ll be like having a family again.’ Everyone melted hearing that.

‘you are so cute’ Wanda pulled your cheek.

‘I am not cute.’ You kept a hand on your cheek and glared at her.

‘alright, let me show you around.’ Wanda held your hand.

‘I get my own room?’ you furrowed your brows and stood there as Wanda tried to pull you.

‘of course, where else would you stay?’ tony questioned and you shrugged.

‘I am pretty strong, little lady, you can’t make me budge until I want you to.’ You looked at Wanda and everyone laughed.

‘will you come, please?’ Wanda loosened the grip of your hand. You started to follow her before you stopped and she groaned.

‘I will get my stuff back right?’ you cocked your head out of the gate.

‘yeah. Go with her now.’ Natasha smiled and you left.

‘I like her already.’ Natasha faced the others.

‘yeah, she seems like a nice girl.’ Clint said.

‘you connect with her?’ Bruce’s eyes softened as he looked at her. She nodded.

‘I can relate to her.’ She said.

‘I still can’t believe it how she fitted it all in her clothes.’ Sam looked at the weapons.

‘you still are the shortest in the team.’ Tony said making everyone snicker.

‘you shouldn’t have said that stark.’ She looked at him.

‘uh-oh.’ He said before running out of the room. She ran after him cussing.

You looked around the facility in awe. You had never been in such a nice place, and now you would be staying here.

‘and this is your room.’ Wanda stopped and opened the door to a room.

‘whoa, I love it.’ You grinned.

‘my room is on the next floor; your room is on the same floor as Natasha and Bucky. If you need anything feel free to ask.’ She was blabbering on until she noticed you weren’t paying all that attention to her. ‘(y/n)? you with me.’ She waved her arm in front of your face.

‘yeah, I heard it all. Hey Wanda, would you judge me if I do something?’ you looked at her.

‘no?’ she squinted her eyes a little.

‘great!’ you jumped on the bed. She chuckled at your childishness. You sat up with a pillow in your lap. ‘I love it here.’ Your hair were a mess and you had a goofy grin on your face.

‘I am glad.’ She ruffled your hair. ‘rest now, I will call you when it’s time for dinner.’ She left the room.

You took a deep breath and lied on the bed. You were so happy to finally be around good people. You could finally use your powers for something good and not to hurt others or be someone’s personal weapon. Your eyes started feeling heavier, maybe it was the soft bed, or the warmth of happiness that lulled you in a peaceful sleep after so many tough nights.

Easter, Luna and Ginny

read the intro here

It’s easter at Hogwarts. Fred and George are both alive and kicking. They have decided that since Umbridge left, this might be a good moment to re-do their last year and cheer all the traumatized war-veterans up with some top quality pranks.

And maybe play matchmaker for a couple or two.


“I don’t think they would hide one here.” Ginny and Luna were standing on the edge of a pile of rubble, near a huge gap in the wall of the castle. It was the only place still left to repair after the war.

“I don’t know. It would be symbolic to find an egg, the symbol of new life, among the remnants of an event that took so many.”

Luna walked into the field of rocks. She looked sad. All Ginny wanted to do was wrap her arms around her, tell her everything would be okay. Then she remembered she could. There was no one around to judge them. No one to call them names or yell homophobic slurs.

Luna always flinched a bit when people yelled at her these days. The dreamy girl that uses to walk the Hogwarts grounds in bare feet, talking about nargles or other fantasy creatures was almost entirely gone. The war had forced her to come into contact with the real world so hard, it had almost shattered her. Sometimes Ginny was scared it had.

“There are so many dead people here. So many wandering souls.” Luna climbed one of the larger boulders and sat down. “Maybe they can tell us where the eggs are. Tell us where to find a new beginning.”

“Poetic. You should write a book.” Ginny joined her girlfriend. Her girlfriend that she didn’t dare call her girlfriend yet because she wasn’t sure if she was. She couldn’t bare to lose yet another person.

“You should help me write it.” Luna gave her a kiss on the nose. God her eyes were beautiful. “We’d live in a small house near the coast. Wake up every morning to the sight of each other in bed, listen to the breathing of the sea.” Luna leaned her head on Ginny’s shoulder, unaware of the effect her words had on the other girl.

Lost in a dream. That has to be it. Ginny pinched her arm

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Luna pulled her hand away. “People shouldn’t hurt themselves. Especially not when people are you.” She kissed her again. Slow, soft, more loving than just-a-fling kisses could ever be.

“Luna.” Whispered Ginny against her lips. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I know.” Luna kissed her again. “They told me. The dead.” Ginny opened her eyes. Luna was crying. “They don’t want us to dwell on what was. We need to focus on what can be. What is.” She squeezed Ginny’s hand, smiling through her tears.

Ginny wrapped her in a tight hug, suddenly unable to hold back her own waterworks. But where luna’s tears were quiet, graceful even, Ginny’s tears were loud and ugly. They ruined the atmosphere, the mood, this magical moment. She wanted them to stop.

“You don’t have to be pretty when you cry.” Sometimes Ginny strongly suspected Luna was able to read minds. “Sadness and grief are not meant to be romantic or graceful. They hurt. They linger. They can tear you apart.”

Luna tightened her grip around the red haired girl. “But we have to live with them. We can live with them. Because we still live with the dead my love. They live in us. In everything and everyone they ever loved. And they don’t want us to dwell on their death, they want us to celebrate their life, because if we are alive and happy then so are they.”

Ginny thought she might drown in feelings. Grief for her lost friends, sadness for the trauma still ruining everyday life for so many people, love for the girl that held her even when her tears weren’t pretty and graceful.

“I don’t think I love you anymore.” She pulled back from the hug to face Luna. “I know I do.”

When the shadows grew longer and the temperature dropped Ginny and Luna climbed off their boulder. “It’s over there.” Luna pointed to a faint shimmer on the other side of the field or rocks.

“Let’s go get it.” Ginny didn’t grab Luna’s hand. Suddenly feeling the urge to be a teenage Gryffindor full of foolish ideas, she swept Luna of her feet like she was her bride. God, Ginny wanted her to be her bride. Luna laughed and held on tightly as Ginny carried her over the field. They nearly fell when they reached the egg.

Luna let out a giggle, and suddenly they were both utterly lost in laughter. Ginny hadn’t been this happy in ages, even though they were among the dead. Maybe the dead were laughing too. She hoped they were.

“Well then. Let’s open this thing.” Luna grabbed the egg and pulled away the golden wrapping. She cracked it open on one of the nearby rocks to reveal a note inside.

When Luna finished reading it she smiled and handed it over to Ginny. “I think this is more meant for you than for me.”

Curious about what kind of ridiculous prank her brothers had come up with this time Ginny took the note.

Hey baby sis,

we knew you and Luna would find this egg.

We don’t want to make you do anything to get a date. You deserve all the dates in the world already. The way you are helping Luna find back her old self is nothing either one of us ever suspected to see from our tough-girl sister.

Some moments don’t lend themselves for pranks or jokes. This one right here, among the remnants of the war, is one of those moments. We hope you are happy. Both of you. You deserve it.

With love, Fred and George

Sitting amongst the last ruined part of the castle, Ginny smiled, and kissed her girlfriend. “Well, mission accomplished I think.”

Again a bit all over the place but I really am trying to finish this before the end of easter and time-pressure doesn’t make my writing any better oops

Shance Fluff Week: Prompt #7

(Happy Voltron anniversary, everyone!)

“What were we…before?”

It had been haunting the back of his mind for some time, the feeling that there was…something different about his bond with Lance. Lance seemed much more open with him than with some of the others, but at the same time, much more closed-off. He treated Shiro like they knew each other inside and out, and yet pushed him away when Shiro tried to get close enough to understand.

He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. There was something missing from his memory, beyond just his time as Zarkon’s prisoner. The question came without a thought, just something he knew he had to ask to get the answer he needed. To get the truth.

He saw Lance freeze.

“Do you really want to know?”

“There are things in my past I’m probably better off forgetting,” Shiro said. “This…there’s something between us. I can’t believe that I’d be better off not knowing what that is. That you would be better off.”

Lance gave him a startled look. “What do you mean?”

“You give me this look sometimes, when you think I’m not watching. Like you want to talk to me, but you don’t know what to say.” Shiro deflated as he saw Lance look away, biting his lip. “Please. Tell me.”

Lance sighed. Looked at him. “We were…you and I were together.”

His expression didn’t falter. No sign of him taking it back, even as Shiro’s face fell, devastation on his face. Not by the news, but by the fact that he had forgotten. Forgotten someone so clearly important to him.

“I don’t blame you for forgetting,” Lance said quickly. “I can’t say I’m not upset that you did, and that I don’t know why, but I don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault. You’d been through a lot. Just…” He looked away again. “I missed you.”

“Lance…I’m sorry.”

“I said it’s not your fault. That’s why I didn’t tell you in the first place; I didn’t want you to feel bad about it.”

They locked gazes for a moment, both unsure of how to proceed, now that it was out in the open. The silence went on for long enough that Lance decided it was time to go, and turned to give Shiro his space.

“Can we start over?” Shiro asked suddenly. Once again Lance turned to him, looking at him in surprise…and hope. Shiro’s confidence grew, and he forged ahead, continuing, “You and me. Let me get to know you again. As a friend, and…maybe more?”

Lance hesitated. Shiro noted, with some fondness, that the expression was familiar. It was the same expression that Lance wore when Shiro offered him his hand, back on Earth, before they became paladins of Voltron.

But as before, Lance smiled, filled with trust, and confidence. “I’d really like that, Shiro.”

Shiro smiled back, heart warmed. “Thank you.”

petitmaitre-et-soncorbeau  asked:

At new years.. you posses your soulmates body? maybe hannigram over the years? with a happy ending though? :') (you make my mornings with your writing, thank you!) - petite-mortem

Here you are, my dear. I hope this makes a morning for you, thank you! :)

But seas between us braid hae roar’d


It’s going to happen again, he just knows it.


But he’s ready this time.


Last year he’d seen one word, scrawled on a post it note on his desk.


Wherever ‘his’ desk was.


The word was in English, but he understood.




So that’s where Hannibal is standing, wearing the nicest suit he owns.


Maybe he’ll get more than a few seconds this time.


He wants to see his soulmate’s face.


He closes his eyes. And opens someone else’s.

They’re blue, and wide, and beautiful.

He is beautiful.

There’s another post-it, stuck to the unfamiliar mirror in front of him. Hannibal peels it off with lovely fine-boned hands that don’t belong to him.

My name is Will.

Hannibal looks at Will in the mirror, touches the halo of soft curling hair that frames his face. He presses one fingertip to the bottom lip of a cherubic mouth and feels himself - but not himself - tremble.

“Will,” he says, except he doesn’t, just gets his mouth around the W before shadow swings around him and sucks him away in a flash of dark stars.

When he comes to, he is himself again. On his mirror, in his own room, are the smudges of a handprint. He knows that hand now. He holds his own palm against it and imagines he can still feel the heat of Will’s hand from the inside.

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Our Own Table - James Neal #1

Originally posted by gfhockey

about/request: here’s some ideas for james neal - you can pick or do multiple :) umm… maybe he gets traded and is bummed until he goes out and meets this girl.

warnings: drinking and sadness

authors note: finally got around to this one, sorry it took so long i never felt like i had it right but here it is!! hope you like it

word count: 1254

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playing house | 6

Originally posted by beatriceindre

member: hoseok x reader
word count: 1,271 (short chapter i’m sorry)
warnings: more sadness

summary: it’s not like you’re hard pressed for cash, but there is that spring break trip you need to save up for, so why not grab your best friend and pretend to be a couple for some research study? what could possibly go wrong?

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Free Demo Astrology Readings

Just in case you missed my post about it earlier, I am doing free demo astrology readings which can be done over Tumblr chat or video. If you’ve been wanting to try getting an astrology reading but are maybe unsure if it’s for you, I can help you decide :) Ask me anything, or if you’re unsure of what to ask I can look at your chart and identify some points of interest. 

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Common topics I address:

What’s holding you back 

Self-esteem and life direction



Miscommunication management

Spiritual path

And many more!

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okay. this is my first headcanon so don’t be surprised if it’s… too bad or something lmao.


  • alright. good. hi!!!
  • to start off, at the beginning of your relationship, i think he would be super duper nervous.
  • like he would accidentally trip in front of you and be like “Heck I’ve Done It Again They’re Gonna Hate Me!!!”
  • but you wouldn’t care??? like at all??? 
  • he would be wayyyy too hard on himself.
  • he would be so nervous he wouldn’t even offer you weed??? And Michael Is Snoop Dogg.
  • he just Couldn’t Believe he would be an ACTUAL ANGEL LIKE YOU.
  • He Is Afraid Of Losing You!!!
  • Very Afraid!!!
  • and then after the squip attack happened, you thought he was gay,,,
  • because jeremy,,,
  • and boyf riends,,,
  • and he was like “no no no no me? gay? what? michael mell gay? who is she?”
  • but you were hesitant.
  • because come on who wouldn’t be?
  • and also you comforted michael in the bathroom [;-)] when he was having a panic attack because of jeremy [The Little Shit]!!!
  • after that incident you guys started becoming comfortable with each other.
  • actually no it wasn’t started it just,,, happened?
  • like frfr he started smoking as much as he used to in front of you.
  • and was overall like,,, “frick it man life is short i’m gonna die anyways.”
  • but he was still super nervous because you’re a god/goddess/nonconfirming individual who is So Gorgeous!!!
  • he would show you his music collection and shit.
  • and was all calm about it.
  • but inside he was like “Fuck Are They Gonna Hate Me For My Music.”
  • like,,, honey,,, you smoke weed around them that’s the least of your problems.
  • nsfw side note: you ended up having sex to it eventually anyways regardless if you liked it or not.
  • he loves when you play with his hair??? for some reason.
  • like the way your hands caress his scalp!!!
  • OOOO honey he loves you!!!
  • also haha slight hair pulling kink but that’s for another time.
  • in conclusion, he rlly loves you!!!
  • like a lot!!!
  • like maybe more than jeremy!!!
  • that’s how special you are to him!!!
  • Like Frick You’re So Good!!!
  • he’s constantly screaming inside when he’s with you!!!


hope you guys liked that? it’s not really good, but i’ll probably get better. see ya next time.

Darn it, Alvarez Arc… You were open to possibilities. Opportunities. Potential…

But then you gave way to Nalu/Jerza fanservice anyway. >.> I suppose, in the end, Natza didn’t HAVE to become canon, but the lack of fanservice up ‘til the ending stuff kinda left things open. I wouldn’t have been opposed to an ending that stayed open. Let all ships have their theories about how everyone paired off, even the overbearing Big 4. But what ya gonna do? I suppose it’s still possible to end on that note, but not very likely at this stage.

Nalu/Jerza camps have their reasons for believing in their ships, and I have mine. Even in this arc of wasted opportunities…

Is this kind of scene romantic? Not necessarily. Just goes to show the amount of faith Erza has in Natsu, when everyone else was ready to go after and support him. He was confronting the leader of Alvarez, the Black Wizard himself, and Erza took him at his word that he could handle it. Even though Zeref would likely make the Balam Alliance seem like a cakewalk, Erza put her faith in him before all others did (at least from what we were shown). Sort of reminiscent of the time when Erza took on a 100 monsters, don'tcha think?

Natsu and Erza trust one another - their character, their abilities, they’ve bared it all to each another over the years. Of course they worry about one another, too - as seen when Natsu saved Erza from falling in Chapter 459 - but it’s a healthy kind of worry. Not to the point of doubting one another’s abilities. Granted, there was a point in Tartaros where he had Happy fly him across Ishgar because he was worried about Erza (and Mira) being taken; at the time, he had little to no evidence, but he was right in the end, wasn’t he?

As much as the Nalu/Jerza camps may try to convince us there isn’t a deep connection between these two characters, there kind of is even if you decide to view it as platonic. That said, this connection goes beyond mere trust and having each other’s backs. They grew up in Fairy Tail for seven years before the canon officially started. Them and Gray bonded to the point they’d bathe together. I can see how that might be viewed as innocent sibling bonding, but all these years later, Natsu and Erza are perfectly comfortable being around one another naked. Maybe in some families, siblings are okay baring all for one another to see, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a 'normal’ sibling-type relationship. Even outside the bathing thing, though, you had the trio of Natsu, Erza, and Gray doing all sorts of things together (the flashbacks in recent chapters prove that; even if you don’t want to buy that Erza expanded on Natsu’s education where Igneel left off, there’s at least that one panel showing Erza possibly teaching them to hunt). It wasn’t just a case of Erza being the badass S-Class mage that was so far above them in skill, and therefore distant from them as friends; they really had a connection prior to Lucy joining the Guild. And that bond can be more or less demonstrated canonically when Natsu rushed off ahead of the others early in ToH, before Erza could stop him from trying to confront Jellal. Even Gray was worked up, but Erza stopped him before he could rush off, too.

It’s just one reason, but I kind of prefer a ship that is built off of years and years of bonding. The kind where a relationship would just 'happen’; no change in the dynamic, they just kinda realize that, oh, they are pretty close. It’s natural to proceed to the next stage. I won’t completely dismiss that Nalu and Jerza have some buildup, but compared to the likes of Natza, they haven’t had as long to be together. That’s just one reason I see Nalu as a BROTP. Jerza… well, as it’s written currently, I’m just plain averse to that ship. Jellal’s caused Erza much trauma, and Erza’s a little too blindly loyal to him for my tastes. Loyalty’s all well and good, but to try and convince the likes of Kagura and Milliana to forgive Jellal and move on like she had, that’s not really fair to them, now is it? Milliana was lied to and manipulated for all that time Erza was in Fairy Tail, and she lost a dear friend because of him - a dear friend that also happened to be Kagura’s brother, who she had been searching for. To top it off, they weren’t the only ones affected by Jellal running the Tower of Heaven. Lots of slaves died constructing it.  And don’t bother trying to pass off Jellal’s actions as Ultear possessing him; I never liked Ultear being made as a scapegoat, and from what we saw he still had a great amount of free will in him.

I’ve diverged off-topic a bit, but that is some of my major reasoning for being against Jerza. If you want another interesting contrast, Jerza is rooted in the dismal past (TRYING to move on, with one person doing most of the work), while Natza can be argued to be headed to a bright future (with both of them mutually supporting one another). That doesn’t mean the past is forgotten; it’s just not at the forefront of their minds. This contrast can be seen in how Erza usually interacts with Jellal and Natsu. Whenever she’s around Jellal, the mood is usually somber and heavy with regrets, and Erza is doing her utmost best to give him hope and purpose (there is maybe one exception, at the end of Tartaros; the roles are reversed, but the atmosphere is still not quite 'cheery’ - much as it tries to be). When Erza’s around Natsu, the mood varies, but it’s worthy to note that Natsu does an excellent job at cheering Erza up or putting her in a good mood. I mean, just look at these…

Canon, filler, doesn’t matter. Natsu’s like the best guy for the job at getting Erza to smile. And more than half the time, he’s smiling right beside her. There’s just so much to love about Natza. More than I could cover in just one post, but we’re quite not up to the 'end’ anyway, so I won’t get into it all yet. There’s still 2 more volumes to come out - 15 chapters, maybe. Yeah, canonically we’re probably going to wind up with most if not all the pairings that were on that color cover a couple chapters ago; some I’m aggravated with, some I’m okay with. That won’t stop me from appreciating all the Natza moments we had…. It’s just… damn it, Mashima, you just had me convinced we could’ve gone that route.

It’s a bummer we have to defend our ship so tenaciously, but what ya gonna do? We’ve got loads of stuff to shove in Nalu/Jerza’s high and mighty faces. And from our perspective, Natza is extremely healthy and well-developed…

Bagginshield space!AU

Captain Thorin Durin was already having a very bad day when his nephews told him about the blind passenger they had found in the cargo hold.

The Oakenshield was running low on everything: freight, fuel, finances, and had barely enough crew for a space ship of that size. The last backwater planet they had visited had proved a total disappointment, with stubborn xenophobic inhabitants unwilling to share more than the barest necessities with a dwarven trader.

And now this: a member of said population on his ship. He grimaced disapprovingly at the small chubby man, who looked totally and completely out of place on the bridge.

Stubbornly insisting to be on an important journey, to find the lost planet Erebor, none less. As if anybody knew where to go for that.

“I have a map.” the hobbit stated with trembling dignity.

“A map, laddie?” First mate Dwalin snorted. “We all know that map. It is worthless without the accompanying log entries.”

>>Captain Thrain Durin of the Mahal’s Beard…<<”, the stranger started to recite in heavily accented Khuzdul.”>>…as we are now leaving our beloved home to the monstrosity of the red fire storm, it is my duty to put down the exact position of the Dale sun in the Rhovanion galaxy…<<

He stopped, and threw a shy smile at Thorin. “Told you. My map is special.”

What? How? Impossible! This shire dweller was in possession of the long lost way to their ancestral home, claiming that the map and the log keys (which he could neither read nor understand) were given to him by a friend.

And this “friend” had sent him on the mad journey to find it, hidden on Thorin’s ship.

It had to be a trick, some kind of foul play indeed.

But what if it was true? Could they really let that one chance slip through their fingers?

And how were they to deal with someone so totally unused to space as this Mr. Baggins?

— — —

Well, I had this idea for a Bagginshield space AU, with the slight twist of Bilbo being the one bringing the map and the key along.

I am not going to write a story, but throwing this out here at you in case anybody might be interested.

Read more to find out where the map is kept hidden!

(Which is kind of a spoiler, because of course they searched him thoroughly…)

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I never knew what I was missing (from a friend like you)

aka First time you both realized you had a best friend

Originally posted by kyloshipsreylo




Cassian x Reader

Words: 1088

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 1 month

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Chapter: 2/20

Author’s notes: Hope you guys enjoy this part! It’s only the second chapter and I’m already getting antsy to get to the romance, but slow burn man it’s a thing…I promise the next chapters will be more talk and interaction and not just background information

After Cassian and you arrived back on Yavin 4 you expected him to go his own way and never speak to you again. You were used to the rebels you rescued thanking you and then leaving. You didn’t think it would be any different with Cassian.

The second you opened your ships door you tensed waiting for Cassian to say goodbye. You could hear him gathering his things and steeled yourself for the words you knew were coming.

“Hey Y/N!” Cassian called while walking down the ramp.

You turn around, a forced smile rising onto your face. Cassian seemed to notice that something was wrong, but instead of mentioning it he smiled, “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded slightly and then turned back to gather your things.

Instead of hearing footsteps, there was silence. You heard someone clear their throat and turned around again. Cassian was still standing there.

“Meet me in the mess hall later?”

You must have looked shocked, because his smile widened and he gestured to the hall behind him.

“I…” You stuttered.

“Eleven alright?” He asked

You nodded and he smiled and walked away.

The anxiety melted away from your skin and you smiled for the first time in a long time.

That night found you and Cassian sitting in the far corner of the mess hall laughing over stupid stories and crazy adventures you had been on over the years. Eating together quickly became a tradition. The table you sat at was quickly dubbed YOUR table. One day a new rebel agent sat there by accident and was immediately whisked away by older agents with fleeting words of how that table was already taken.

Over the weeks your table began to pile up with both of your belongings. The tabletop was full of Cassian’s sketches and stray paper from his after action reports. While the chairs were overflowing with clothes, mechanic parts, and multiple data pads you had accidentally acquired (stole) from the intelligence room.

Soon Cassian and you became the new IT couple. Wherever you were, Cassian was. That is when you were both on the base at the same time. Which surprisingly happened a little too often to be a coincidence. You were both aware of the fact, but instead of questioning and jinxing it, you brushed it off and enjoyed your time together.

It became weird not to see one without the other. When someone needed Cassian they would ask you where he was. Or Cassian would pass on information or spare parts to you from rebels who had handed it off to him. Surprisingly people didn’t assume the worst. There were no rumors floating around about your “forbidden love”. It seemed to be just widely accepted that you were friends.

Friends. Such a strange concept for both of you. Neither of you had truly had a “friend” before. Cassian had Kay and you had some rebels you worked with more than once. But you weren’t sure what being friends actually entitled.

Your friendship grew slowly. It started out as small things like saving each other a seat in the base wide meetings, or you saving Cassian an extra piece of his favorite cake, or Cassian collecting spare parts from the junk bin for you to use on your ship. Soon it morphed into a relationship where you began to collect Cassian’s jackets from all around the base, because he lost them so often. They began to pile up in your room until you could barely see your bed. Meanwhile, Cassian was slowly stealing all your books that he wanted to read and they slowly ended up stacked on the nightstand in his room or thrown throughout his ship.

You weren’t exactly used to having someone all up in your personal space all the time. But for some reason Cassian felt like safety to you. You didn’t mind him taking your books because you knew he would take care of them. You didn’t mind him infringing on your mission briefs, because you knew he would tell it to you straight. Cassian didn’t mind you holding onto his jackets so he would stop losing them all. He didn’t mind that you would hide out in his ship when you wanted to avoid everybody on bad days. You didn’t mind when he didn’t want to talk some days and just sat next to him silently offering support.

Part of you was still waiting for him to leave like everybody else had. But as the days passed you become more secure in knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere.

And it all hit you one day that Cassian was yours. Your best friend.

You had a meeting with Mon. You assumed to brief you on a new mission, but she surprised you with the fact that they were promoting you to a Sergeant. As she continued talking you zoned out and all you could think about was telling Cassian.

Mon could tell that you were getting antsy, smiled, and told you to go.

Without a second thought you took off to find Cassian.

As you were running through the base you passed by many rebels.

“Hey have any of you seen Captain Andor?” You asked breathing heavily.

A fellow rebel pointed back to the hangar and you spun around and hurried off. You raced into the hangar five minutes later not even waiting till you saw Cassian to scream him name.

Your head swung back at forth until you spotted him in the back corner tending to his ship. His head shot up and he smiled at you.

As you raced over to him, the other rebels shot out of your way as you almost bowled them over in your haste to get to him.

“You wont believe what Mon just told me. I can’t even believe it myself. Who knew that it would come to this? I mean obviously I knew it would happen eventually but I mean-“ You shot off.

“Whoa fierabrás. Breathe. What’s going on?”

When you told him the good news, his smile grew and he grabbed you tight swinging you around.

And in the moment, in Cassian’s arms, you knew what true friendship felt like.

After that moment, not a day passed where you questioned your relationship with Cassian. He was there when you needed him. And you were there when he needed you.

Cassian was your best friend. The first best friend you had ever had. And you couldn’t wait to see where this friendship would take you.

Next up: how did I never notice (how perfect you were for me) aka First Time someone told you that you made a cute couple even though you weren’t dating


Miserable Lester, Part 16: Those Guys Meet Marius, And So On

Okay, so one fine day the Stanley Yelnats of this story, Bossuet, is chilling outside the cafe where the Alphabetters always congregate. He’s daydreaming, and thinking not-too-concernedly about how he got kicked out of law school the day before, and how this means he’s gonna have to change some of his plans for the future, sure, he guesses. This guy really is admirably zen about worrisome stuff happening to him, although I suppose with his luck the main alternatives would be to get all defeatist and bitter and self-pitying or to retreat into flat-out denial, so. Suddenly a cabriolet goes by, moving at an unusually slow pace, like, you could jog faster than this thing. It’s like whoever’s inside it isn’t sure where he’s going. That piques Bossuet’s interest, so he looks inside the cab (not hard, because it’s so damn slow), and discovers that it contains a Marius Pontmercy. Bossuet knows he’s a Marius Pontmercy because he’s clutching a big overnight bag with his name written prominently on the front.

“Hey,” Bossuet goes like, hailing the cab to a stop. “Marius Pontmercy? You’re Marius Pontmercy? I’ve been looking for you, man!”

Marius is all, “Who are you? Do we know each other or something?”

Bossuet is all, “Nope!”

“Then HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME??” goes Marius, still holding a bag with his full name clearly printed on it in large block letters facing out the window of the cab.

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Title: Only desire what you deserve

Author: @sternenmaler

For: @eli-han

Rating/Warnings: G/None

Prompt: one is planning a surprise party for the other and keeps it a secret, the other realises they’re hiding something only to get super surprised!

Author’s notes: I’m so sorry for all the cryptic asks!! The final draft turned into something quite unexpected for me as well when I switched prompts like last second (sweats). It’s not really a surprise party but let’s just say Hinata struggles with surprising a very unsuspecting Komaeda for his birthday. Genre is fluff and a little bit of hurt/comfort. It’s set post sdr2 in a Future Foundation AU (aka they are working for FF and living somewhere in the city, not Jabberwock Island). I hope you’ll enjoy!! (more notes at the end)

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How bts/bang PD nim made the highlight reals

Namjoon: lets have jin-hyung travel through space to save us from doing dumb shit ° ~~~ Seokjin :ya and let’s have jungkook get hit by my car ° ~~~ Taehyung :maybe jiminie and hoseok - hyung can try to save eachother cause of the previous theories ARMY has ° ~~~ Hoseok :and maybe we can have yoongi-hyung smoke cause of stress or something ° ~~~ Yoongi :Yah! Smoking really?, and maybe jin can be holding flowers and taking clothing off so it looks like he’s gone through time a shiton ° ~~~ Jiminy : Hey maybe jin-hyung can read something from a note book that can confuse ARMYS ° ~~~ Jungkook : maybe we should release posters first! And then get the fans even more confused ° ~~~ Bang pdnim: Those are good ideas boys but how about we add girls and really triggering things! To confuse ARMY ° ~~~ All :PERFECT!!! ° ° ~~~ (Hi so I did use theory’s that I’ve seen but idk remember who said it sorry but yea I hoped you enjoyed! Sorry if it didn’t make sense )

Originally posted by nnochu