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happy haikyuu!! fic recs

under the cut is a list of fics that folks in the haikyuu fandom read to remind themselves that there is good in the world.  i hope that the list can help spread some positive energy during this tough time.  thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions and helped to put the list together!

fics are arranged by ship and include ao3 link, author, length, and summary.  please let me know if one of your fics is on this list but your tumblr/twitter/etc isn’t linked, and i can add it.


  • I like the way your clothes smell by @mysecretfanmoments; kagehina; 75k; ‘Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.’ 
  • Painting with Words series by iwillstillopenthewindow; kagehina; 11k; 2 fics; ‘Where Hinata has trouble writing and Kageyama has difficulty seeing the world in color again.’ 
  • Hinata is a middle aged cougar at age sixteen the fanfiction by pittoo; 2k; ‘Kageyama just wants to mow hay’
  • kisses by buu; 4k; ‘There’s a blur and Hinata remembers warm lips, surprisingly soft from someone who frowns all the time, and Kageyama’s terrified face when he pulls back, and the electricity running through Hinata’s entire body, heating his cheeks to match Kageyama’s. / Kissing, it turns out, is as good as volleyball.’
  • Ridiculous by @festivetrickster; kagehina ft yachi; 3.5k; ‘After Yachi’s heater broke at her own apartment, Hinata and Kageyama invite her to stay at theirs until it gets fixed. Only, the problem is: 1) the repairman is never going to come, 2) temporarily living with Hinata and Kageyama is …stressful, to say the least.’
  •    maps, from me to you by tothemoon; kagehina; 10k; ‘This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.’
  • let’s do it like they do on the infomercial channel by @kiribakus; 2k; ‘kageyama opened the door and hinata was blinded by the sheer force of his rock hard abs. / “wtf dude ur like 12,” hinata said.’
  • love and now by @plotghosts; kagehina; 16k; ‘After their break-up three years prior, Hinata attends Kageyama’s final university match.’
  • A Couple of Awesome Players by Esselle; gen kagehina; 3k; ‘Shouyou meets volleyball and Kageyama at roughly the same time—during his first year of middle school.’
  • Paws for a Second by LemonNinjaa; kagehina; 3k; ‘Daichi decides that working on teamwork is important, and Hinata volunteers Kageyama’s house. Little does Karasuno know that Kageyama has two fluffy secrets.’ 


  • You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder; daisuga; 25k; ‘Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.’
  • pride by @owlinaminor; daichi genfic ft. daisuga; 4k; ‘Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous. / “I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests. / The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team. / “Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”’
  • Perfectionism by @mysecretfanmoments; daisuga; 3k; ‘“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” / Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” / “Yeah. Are you offering?” / ((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))’
  • the perfect stranger by @downmoonwrites; daisuga; 26k; ‘There’s a man standing outside Suga’s door. / Scratch that. Start over. / There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.’
  • Black and Blue by @makariawritesabout; daisuga; 117k; Daichi’s new (temporary) neighbor is not only stunningly beautiful but also funny, friendly, with just a touch of mysterious. / Naturally, Daichi freaks the fuck out. / (AU where everyone lives in the same building and everyone is gay)’ 
  • Add New Contact by booksong; daisuga; 9k; ‘"Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage.“ / (Or; All Daichi’s electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can’t get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)’
  • World Will Follow After by @kiribakus; daisuga; 7k; ‘Sir, are you interested in the flavor of the day? Is that what’s going on here?? Could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward??? Is this some kind of weird Morse code???? Sir I don’t understand what is going on and my face is burning sir please—’


  • Build A Temple in Me by @kiribakus; iwaoi; 40k; ‘Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s where Hajime met him, and where their story began. / But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.’
  • how to let your planets align by tothemoon; iwaoi; 16k; ‘It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.’
  • midnight boy/sunset town by carafin; iwaoi; 10k; ‘In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn’t ever sleep - not exactly in that order.’
  • I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov; iwaoi; 30k; ‘It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.’
  • Phone Home by ghostystarr; iwaoi; 7k; ‘Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.’
  • Through My Eyes by anchoringsouls; iwaoi; 3k; ‘“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”’
  • the BEES KNEES by munzie and oikawamemesquad; iwaoi & bee x knee; 300 words; ‘KN(B)EEwaoi: the fic (boy x boy, R-18, dont like dnt read!1!!!)’


  • Close to the Chest by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; kyouhaba; 61k; ‘It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.’
  • Laughter by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2k; ‘Kyoutani has a cute laugh and suddenly, Yahaba has a crush.’
  • Entwined by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2.5k; ‘Soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. Yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and Kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.’
  • Colourmarks by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 4k; ‘Kyoutani and Yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. They’re trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.’
  • no solution series by fortyfiveangrycats; kyouhaba; currently 17k & 4 fics; ‘parallel lines, parallel stories. basically a bunch of kyouhaba fics that all remotely tie together.’


  • plus one by safra; matsuhana; 6k; ‘"Did you know we’re dating?” / “What? Says who?” / “Says everyone apparently.” / “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice."’
  • A Bouquet of Flours by @guyfierimpreg; matsuhana; 5k; ‘“Is that a flour sack in a diaper,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, looking at the offending thing with a Look saved only for dealing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa (and occasionally Oikawa, though the Look for Oikawa came with a lot more vein-popping and swearing). / “Don’t talk about our baby like that,” Matsukawa shot back.’
  • stranger things by laubear; matsuhana; 10k; ‘In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.’


  • geronimo by lagatos; bokuaka; 28k; ‘"beach resort au” where Bokuto Koutarou works in a small tourist town’s beach resort, renting out kayaks and surfboards for people he’ll never see again. Akaashi Keiji moves into town for the summer for a photography internship and Bokuto insists on showing him how the natives live.’
  • oh baby, can’t you see by commovente; bokuaka; 2k; ‘akaashi keiji’s comprehensive list of all 37 of bokuto-san’s weaknesses.’
  • wanderlust led me home to you by earlgrey_milktea; bokuaka; 13k; ‘When a tall, dark stranger walks into Koutarou’s shop one day, he was in no way prepared for his entire life to be changed at a glimpse of those breathtaking grey-green eyes. / in which bokuto fiddles with a music box that makes no sound, akaashi is a plant person, and some secrets must be revealed sooner or later.’
  • Rules by conesofdunshire; bokuaka; 120k; ‘In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there’s just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.’


  • black cats & voodoo dolls by ohhotlamb; bokuroo; 4.5k; ‘“So, hypothetically, if I wanted to put a curse on somebody and make them suffer but I didn’t really want them to die—how would you suggest that, um, I do that?” / Kuroo looks up over his completely wholesome and not-at-all suggestive magazine (covered by another magazine—a nature special on humpback whales or some other majestic shit like that) to find an extremely hot and extremely sad-looking guy. Kuroo raises an eyebrow, but it’s invisible under the black of his fringe. He alternates brows. / “Damn. Who fucked you over?”’
  • it feels good, it feels great by @niwry; bokuroo; 1k; ‘Bokuto makes Kuroo feel alive, Kuroo makes Bokuto feel calm. There are also pineapples and night trains.’
  • the yeah yeah yeah song by keptein; bokuroo; 5k; ‘And the light from the stage catches in the guy’s hair, so blond it shines white like a beacon, like one of the stars overhead. Tetsurou leans over and yells in his ear, hand on one solid shoulder, “Cool hair!” / “You too!” the guy yells back, “I dig the sex hair look!”’


  • A Very Kuroo Chirstmas by AQuinton; kurotsukki; 2k; ‘Tsukishima Kei loves all things Christmas. But he doesn’t plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.
  • as far as first meetings go by whatcaniwriteinthis; kurotsukki; 0.7k; ‘… this isn’t that bad.’
  • Who Done It by galaxymouth; kurotsukki; 1k; ‘Tsukishima Kei has hickeys on his neck and no one on the entire volleyball team can figure out who could ever get close enough to the wall of salt to leave them there. The volleyball club suddenly becomes a detective debate club.’


  • Dovetail by ideallyqualia; ushiten; 31k; ‘To know something like the back of your hand means that you know that person or that thing very, very well.’
  • i’m a house with no windows, you’re the flowers on the front porch by @tendouaf; 67k; currently 9/? chapters; ‘Wakatoshi likes absolutes. He likes the idea of something being unchangeable, immovable, because he doesn’t have to worry needlessly about it. He can focus his energy on other, more important things. And among the absolutes he feels in his life, his bond with Satori is one of them. / (aka: a fic focusing on ushiten’s development from childhood through adulthood that no one really asked for but I felt an extremely strong urge to write anyway)’
  • ushiten week 2016 series by @owlinaminor; seven fics; 21k total; established relationship oneshots ft genderfluid ushijima.

captains genfic:

  • national hot dad alliance is now calling… by @dicaeopolis and @owlinaminor; captains genfic; 58k; ‘Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck. (Or, the captains’ squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)’
  • Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by @ezzydean; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them. / What could possibly go wrong? / (The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)’
  • holding out for a hero by @dicaeopolis; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Daichi make up a team of superheroes fighting to keep their city free from crime. But they might’ve met their match in a powerful nature spirit that seems determined to take them down for good. / Also, it would really help Kuroo’s concentration if his teammates stopped wearing so much spandex. / Or: the superhero slice-of-life that nobody asked for.’

rarepairs & multishipping:

  • jaywalkers series by @sturlsons; kurotsukki, bokuaka, yamayachi, & others; currently 95k & 18 fics; ‘A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will. / Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.’
  • Hearts aren’t bulletproof by boxofwonder; ushioi; 11k; ‘Being a superhero is hard. / Having a crush on your High School rival is hard. / Your High School rival having a crush on your Superhero identity without knowing it’s you is … kind of the worst.’
  • This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments and poulerslashes; ushioi; 34k; ‘Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?’
  • babysitters club by tesselated; tsukkiyama; 4k; ‘This is the problem with Yamaguchi: he’s too nice. Tsukishima has known this since they were thirteen, but apparently he’s never learned because here he is, babyproofing their apartment for the third time this month because Sugawara knows Yamaguchi will say yes when he asks them to babysit.’
  • blue summer sky by deanpendragon; tsukkiyama; 32k; ‘In which Tadashi manages his grandfather’s pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia, and terrible puns ensue.’
  • four-star daydream by @dicaeopolis; oikuroo; 5k; ‘Kuroo’s cat has a problem with stealing clothing. Oikawa has a problem with Kuroo.’
  • That Go Bump In the Night by sushibomb; oikuroo; 19k; currently 1/3 chapters; ‘Oikawa has always been fascinated with the unknown. Aliens, monsters, ghosts, you name it, he can tell you a little something about the lore. So when a mysterious new person moves into his apartment complex, Oikawa is determined to prove that this seemingly normal guy might be one of the undead. But what happens when it turns out that he’s right?’
  • Unconventional Wisdom by irlbokuto; bokuroo, daisuga, and iwaoi; 60k; currently 12/? chapters; ‘They say you don’t really know a person until you live with them. After late night grocery runs, singing competitions, stove fires, alien conspiracies, laundry mishaps, excessive penalty drills, identity crises, and falling in love with your best friend, you begin to see life in a different light. You knew playing volleyball would take you places, but this was the farthest scenario from your mind. / Or, a tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou found himself rooming with three other volleyball captains at university.’
  • romance ‘n’ all that jazz by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 12k; ‘The smile drops from Goshiki face and his steaming cup of coffee nearly slips from his hand when he realizes: there’s someone already standing there. Standing in his spot. / Someone who’s assaulting poor, unsuspecting passerbies with the offensive noise known as jazz. / OR: AU where Hinata and Goshiki are rival street performers’
  • a dash of sugar and a spoonful of salt by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 1.5k; ‘"I don’t who keeps leaving me sweets but whoever it is, I’m gonna marry them,” Hinata gushes. / “Really?” Shirabu demands, jarring Goshiki from his thoughts. “You don’t even know who’s sending them, though. They could be hideous—” he looks over at Goshiki—“or painfully annoying.” / OR: the college AU where Goshiki keeps anonymously leaving baked goods in front of Hinata’s dorm room and Shirabu’s completely lost any semblance of chill he’s ever had’
  • The Kindling Alchemist by kvhottie; kagehina, tsukkiyama, daisuga, & others; 15k; currently 3/? chapters; ‘The lovechild of FMA:B and Psycho-pass AU. / “…and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”/ Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.’
  • red skinny jeans by @dicaeopolis; tentsukki; 4k; ‘The trials of one prickly student-librarian and the guy who seems to enjoy nothing more than pissing him off. / Or, “Tsukishima Kei and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"’
  • Herding Cats by notallbees; kuroyaku; 15k; ‘Cat-sitting in his new boyfriend’s apartment seems like a stress-free way for Kuroo to get out of his mom’s house for a week, and to win some brownie points with Yaku. But cats often have their own ideas about how things should be run, and Kuroo has his work cut out if he wants to impress Porco and Rosso.’
  • when the moon hits your eye by Metis_Ink; ushijima/futakuchi; 10k; ‘The stress of new captaincy is troubling enough when there’s not a nationally-recognized, socially-stunted rival captain inappropriately concerned with your eating habits. Futakuchi is disappointed to find that that’s just the beginning of it.’
  • it’s tradition. by hicsvntdracones; kyouhaba, iwaoi, matsuhana, & kinkuni; 6k; ‘It’s tradition, it’s tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together. / "Let’s begin this year’s annual training camp truth or dare!” / Kunimi tries to run.’
  • Touch by @mysecretfanmoments; yakulev; 10k; ‘After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn’t want to kick at all. (Or, well… not often.)’
  • Ear to Ear by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; aonefuta; 1.5k; ‘Futakuchi is as noisy, but Aone doesn’t mind.’
  • Despite the Warning Signs by @natroze; tensuga; 16k; ‘“War,” Suga says, quite cordially. “This means war.” / Or, the one where Tendou and Suga end up roommates in college and immediately engage each other in dorm room prank combat. Romantically.’
  • a little piece of home by spacegirlkj; oihina; 3k; ‘It’s a big step, Shouyou thinks as he stands back, wiping the paint of his hands to look at the blue room. / Their first real home, Tooru and him.’
  • Boatman by @surveycorpsjean; bokuto/iwaizumi; 4k; ‘Bokuto finds him, washed up, dehydrated, woven in translucent webbing. / Of course they fall in love.’
  • Stuck in the Middle with You by overlymetaromantic; oisuga; 15k; ‘It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.’
  • Phases by togekissies; oisuga; 3k; ‘i. Moon witch Sugawara meets weather witch Oikawa on the street, strikes up a friendship. / ii. Moon witch Sugawara spends longer than is necessary texting weather witch Oikawa, is judged by his cat. / iii. Moon witch Sugawara, emboldened by the full moon, asks weather witch Oikawa a silent question. Weather witch Oikawa says yes.’
  • Daredevil on the slope by @smokey310; bokuakakurotsukki; 124k; ‘„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat. / “Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about. / “Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?” / “There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below. / Well – he did have a point there.’
  • Mannequin Men by @surveycorpsjean; bokuakakurotsukki; 76k; ‘The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path. / In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.’
  • Half Past Moon by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira; 9k; ‘5 kawashira scenes with the moon and 1 under the sun as they slowly fall in love.’
  • Window Vine by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira & tensemi; 15k; ‘"Tendou-san named the storage mop after Semi-san.“ / "That is concerning,” Kawanishi concedes.’
  • Sunshine Cafe by shions_heart; kenhina; 2.5k; ‘In which a tired college student’s daily routine is turned upside-down by the arrival of an adorable barista with sunshine in his smile.’
  • Push and Pull by @aroceu; kagetsukki; 11k; ‘The one where Kageyama and Tsukishima can’t be in different rooms if they don’t want to die (or at least hurt each other), and Kageyama has feelings.’ 
  • The trick to my treat by Etstrubal; bokutsukki; 3k; ‘Tsukki is pretty much addicted to sugar, and Bokuto makes the best sweets in town.’
  • OUT! by @yamaguchigrin; yamaguchi/male oc; 106k; ‘JAPAN’S FIRST GAY ATHLETE COMES OUT! / Yamaguchi never expected to read THAT headline in Gay Japan News, but he about fainted when he scrolled down to the photograph. There–volleyball on his hip, naked from his Seijoh shorts upward and eyes pleading for readers to devour him–was the familiar face of Oikawa Tooru. / Oikawa? Gay? OUT?’

other genfic:

  • the lost boys by @owlinaminor; shiratorizawa genfic ft ushiten; 61k; ‘A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.’
  • Dear Mister Ghost by phantomdieb; shiratorizawa genfic; 5k; ‘The Volleyball team of Shiratorizawa is allowed to practice at school in their autumn holidays.  Everything seems alright until suddenly two of them go missing - followed by more of them.  Is that the Shiratorizawa Academy’s ghost?’ 
  • senpai troubles by @owlinaminor; one-sided goshiki/all his senpai & minor ushiten; 5.5k; ‘“Um, senpai?” Tsutomu wonders. “What does gay mean?” / Shirabu stares at him for another long moment, unblinking – then leans back against the bench and tilts his face up to the ceiling. / “Nope,” he declares, to nobody in particular. “I am not dealing with this.”’
  • intra-team espionage by hananapeel; aone & futakuchi; 1.2k; ‘A normal end to a normal Friday night: a fuming Kamasaki, an unapologetic Futakuchi, and Aone, who is dragged along for the ride every single time.”
  • it’s like the hunger games, but better by safra; seijoh genfic; 3k; ‘“Just a game of paintball?” Hanamaki parrots, eyes widening as he takes another step forwards until they’re standing practically nose to nose. “Kindaichi, Kindaichi, my poor naive Kindaichi. This is more than just a game.” / Kindaichi frowns. “It…is?” / “Kindaichi,” Oikawa says sharply, shoving Hanamaki out of the way so he can grasp Kindaichi tightly by the shoulders. “This is a matter of life or death.” / “I mean, I don’t think it’s really tha—” / “Life or death,” Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say loudly in unison.’
  • A Good Day by bishounen_curious; saeko & natsu; 2k; ‘For the SASO2016 Prompt: Remember when the big sis of the Karasuno team met the team’s little sis?’
  • second year volley squad by garbagecannot; karasuno second-years genfic; 3.5k; ‘Kino: no-one cares tanaka / Tanaka: shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Or how five high school volleyball players with only their club in common, slowly but surely, became best friends.’
  • Hello, Halcyon Days by tookumade; aone & hinata; 2k; ‘No matter where he walked in Sendai city, Aone was always given a wide berth. He supposed it made getting around places easier, but there was a sort of loneliness in how people gave him fearful looks and avoided him as much as they did.’
  • no unread messages by warfare; kageyama & kenma; 5k; ‘Kageyama also remembers that he’d failed utterly at getting to talk to him. He’d been baffled about it at the time; what kind of setter doesn’t want to talk about setting? But maybe this is the answer. Maybe Nekoma’s setter - (“Kenma,” Hinata chides frustratedly the third or fourth time he says it, “his name is Kenma") - maybe Kenma-san is just bad face-to-face. Kageyama can understand that, to some extent, although he doesn’t quite understand why that would extend to talking to him about volleyball, but fine. He can accommodate this, if that’s what it takes. He asks for Kenma’s contact information immediately. Hinata copies it into his phone with a weird, sour face, muttering, “I mean it, Kageyama, you better not be a jerk to him.” Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is insinuating, and he forgets the comment almost immediately.’
  • levels of investment by @skittidyne; karasuno genfic; 9k; ‘Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head. / There was a beat of silence. / The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara. / (( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he’s been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))’
Blue Bloods [1]

Author: @knockknocksoosthere formerly known as @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Creative Content Contributor: my ultra talented babe @everybodykpops with her always beautiful moodboards

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x Jongin

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: M (explicit sex, language, violence)

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anonymous asked:

Can you make a headcanon where s/o is close to dying and Pennywise is there trying to make sure they live? One version where they don’t and the other where they did. Thank you! 💕💕💕💖💖💖

this has to be my F A V O U R I T E submission so far, this is rather long sorry;

((note; I’m no medic (yet lol) so ummmh…))

• pennywise senses something is wrong, no he can smell it
• he’s mid-hunt, and starving
• he follows the scent to come stumbling upon you huddled over on the sidewalk, with a gash on your neck, blood spurting every where
• barely conscious
• he’s a shaking mess, panicking
• Pennywise is in utter hell right now, he’s so god forsaken HUNGRY but his other half is lying on the pavement possibly dying
• “Help me, (Y/n)! I can’t help you, help me (Y/n)!”
• he’s on his knees, putting his hand atop of your wound trying to stop the out pour of blood
• his gloves, sleeve, his outfit WHOLE entire outfit is stained red with your blood
• all the while he’s trying to resist tearing your head from your shoulders, finishing you off and drinking your blood and feasting on your flesh
• it’s LITERAL hell for him
• but then he can’t handle it, he snaps
• he’s howling, making inhuman noises full of grief
• he cries for the first time in a long long time
• you can’t even form words to comfort to him due to the gash on your neck, you can’t say your last words to him
• I love you pennywise..
• but does he love you?
• of course he does but he can’t control his hunger
• at least he put you out of your pain before he munch n crunch

• yea no I don’t think there’s a possibility from surviving a cut to your throat,, deadass murderers these days


• you’re in labor, but you and pennywise have agreed on not letting you go to a hospital for obvious reasons
• you’re uncertain of the child
• birth is in the neibolt house cause sewers are unsanitary af by your standards and many others but pennywise’s lol
• it’s not a easy birth though
• you’re screaming down the house((obviously, you’re like pushing out a child of a demon heck))
• scaring pennywise for once
• he’s trying to keep you still, he’s literally having to hold you down because you’re moving, thrashing about
• he’s silent the whole time, the only thing he can hear in his head is the word
• F E A R
• you’re bleeding; everywhere
• he’s scared
• you’re scared
• but the child comes
• it’s a boy
• he has copper coloured hair, his eyes are a radiant blue and he looks more like you than pennywise
• but pennywise is less concerned about the child right now but more of how to stop you from bleeding
• you’re tired
• too tired, you want to sleep, pennywise can see that too so he’s trying to keep you awake
• he’s resorted to telling you lame jokes
• he makes you giggle a few times, you have to give him credit even if he used the old, “why did the chicken cross the road” joke
• but you’re just so tired
• you fall asleep to the cooing of your new son
• but somehow as if a miracle occurred on that day, the day you and your demon had your first child
• you survived, the blood loss that was concerning pennywise all stopped
• and your son was to grow, healthy, happy and lead a life of blood thirst


My Lover Smells Like Fish (omake)

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Married life isn’t what Alfred expected it to be.

‘Take out the trash.’

Okay, yeah, maybe he expected that part.

Arthur’s holding up the sign, looking annoyed, and pointing very forcefully at the overflowing waste bin attached to the wall. When the trash isn’t taken out, sometimes it gets into the water, which upsets Arthur, which is kinda, sorta fair.

Alfred extracts the bag from the bin, some force needed as it’s keen on sticking, and wades out of the kitchen, exiting through the back and walking up the steps to solid ground. Throwing the bag in the dumpster a dozen yards out, he returns, walks down the steps, and wades back into his home.

When Alfred had agreed to a cohabitation experiment, he had had in mind Arthur in some sort of tank in a home, maybe something that could span several rooms, or possibly, an arrangement at the aquarium.

Instead, he was driven out to a house they had hastily constructed out of non-water-soluble materials and half flooded. Alfred had been assured it was safe, had been given some boots, gloves, and rubber fishing pants, and had been told he could move in immediately.

Did his family and friends judge him for moving into this questionable water home with the merman he’d unofficially eloped with?

Yes. Yes, they did.

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Klance tries to bake shit and somehow they become boyfriends

Lance has no idea how Hunk does it.

The yellow paladin has a way of making culinary art look effortless–Lance, on the other hand, has a way of making his culinary efforts look artless.

“Are you sure you’re supposed to put that much in there?” Keith inquires with a dark brow raised.

Lance lets out a string of nonsensical sounds followed by, “You just let the master work and continue to seppuku those space strawberries.”

“You’re definitely not using that word correctly.” Keith rolls his eyes but goes back to carefully slicing the juicy blue alien fruits with the precise little strokes of his knife. Every piece is flawless, and Lance can’t help but stare at the cyan staining Keith’s pale fingertips and fantasizing about sucking the colour off of them–

Back to the matter at hand, Lance whisks the batter furiously and prays his face isn’t turning as red as it feels like it is.

“Should you be mixing like–”

What did I say about letting the master work?!”

Keith’s lips twitch into a tiny frown.

“Okay, fine, destroy the cake then.”

“Hey! If you think you could do better then be my damn guest!”

“I don’t think your delicate pride could handle it, master!”

Their faces are so close Lance can feel each angry huff of air from Keith’s slightly parted lips, downturned in a scowl complete with his harshly slanted eyes and tight brow. Those lips are just slightly tinted purple from their shopping trip earlier that day, taste-testing random extraterrestrial produce until they found the closest match for strawberries.

Ugh, Lance can’t take it anymore. He launches himself forward, flinging the bowl of batter in the general direction of the counter and burying an Altean flour-substitute-coated hand in Keith’s hair. Keith responds just as hungrily, like they’re fighting a battle but the blows exchanged are between their mouths and not their fists. This suits Lance just fine as he eagerly kisses back, his other hand slipping up the hem of Keith’s shirt to fondle the soft skin covering his sculpted abs.

“We,” he swipes his tongue into Keith’s mouth, “are,” nips at his bottom lip, “gonna,” presses an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Keith’s neck, “make,” revels in the strangled involuntary moan that escapes Keith’s throat, “the,” noses at the back of Keith’s ear, “best,” drags his teeth along the red paladin’s earlobe, “damn,” traces the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue, “cake,” blows a short puff of air over Keith’s wet skin and savours the shiver that runs down his spine, “ever.”

Keith pulls away, pupils blown so wide they act as black holes consuming the purple irises Lance is used to staring into. His tongue darts out to chase the taste of Lance on his lips, and it gives Lance chills.

The cake is horrendously burnt. Lance and Keith grin madly at each other over their semi-successful second attempt, lopsided but painstakingly covered in the closest thing they could get to whipped cream with sliced space strawberries beautifully splayed across the top and sides like blooming flowers.

Pidge created the card that goes with the cake, a really colourful “Congratulations Hunk and Shay!” on paper that she found somewhere. They all signed with their best wishes for their friends’ relationship now that it was finally made official.

”Hunk has a girlfriend,” Lance sobs into Shiro’s shoulder as Keith balks and Pidge groans, bracing herself for the inevitable blowout.

“I’m right here, asshole,” Keith hisses.

Lance turns his face from Shiro’s sleeve, head still resting on their leader’s shoulder.

“Is this your way of confessing your undying love to me, mullet?”


“You wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah–I mean, wait, you–what???”

“Great!” Lance snakes a sticky, batter-splattered arm around Keith’s equally sticky waist and presses a sloppy kiss onto his cheek. Keith turns so red so fast Lance can swear he can smell the batter cooking on Keith’s skin.

“So… can someone who’s not us please make us a congratulatory boyfriending cake too? Please?”

Hunk just shakes his head and laughs.

“Sure, buddy,” he concedes, eyes shining with happiness and gratitude as he crushes both Keith and Lance in a hug.

Lance grins brightly and nudges Hunk with an elbow. “Guess we’re both dating aliens now, huh, big guy?”


Happy Lance Month!! <3 I love these dumb dorks so much. Sorry for the pain a few days ago. Here, have this fluff.

eastofthemoon  asked:

Never Have I Ever written a kid Hunk fic.

I HAVE NOT. But I would love to. Oh man.

Any kid Hunk fic I wrote would likely also have kid Lance, because double the fun and shenanigans, and talkative Lance could speak for shy Hunk and drag him into trouble while tiny Hunk tries to hold him back. If Hunk was the only kid, though:

  • This is the best day of Lance’s life. His favorite person on the ship is tiny and adorable and ever so huggable (and extremely clingy). He carries him around like a baby sloth. Constantly. He sings and tells stories and plays games and never gets tired of tiny Hunk. The others try to peel Hunk away and mostly fail, because Hunk feels the safest with Lance. If Lance wears himself out, though…
  • Shiro is next best. He is big and strong and his voice is so gentle and warm. Hunk feels safe with Shiro, too. They take wonderful naps together. Shiro is the best pillow. Shiro also sleeps well while tiny Hunk is sprawling on top of him, though he’s scared to at first, afraid he’ll hurt him. Hunk is insistent though, and Shiro gives in, because how can you not. Those puppy eyes are lethal.
  • Pidge is third favorite. She works on such cool things. She knows so much. She lets Hunk watch when she takes apart gadgets, and will let him touch if he’s very, very careful. (Actually she deliberately gives him junk that she doesn’t care if he breaks or ruins. Imagine her shock when tiny genius Hunk actually fixes whatever broken thing she gave him.)
  • Coran is also great. He lets Hunk follow him around while he works on a thousand fascinating tasks, and he answers every question Hunk asks him. Hunk has a LOT of questions. All the time. He doesn’t know that Coran is making things up at least a quarter of the time. Other times, though, he’s perfectly honest. Coran loves having someone who doesn’t get tired of listening to him talk.
  • Keith and Hunk are wary of each other at first. Keith seems intimidating, with his scowling face and closed body language, but Hunk is a smart kid. He figures out that Keith is interested in him, just not sure how to approach him. Eventually he goes to him on his own and asks Keith to make him a sandwich. Keith knows his way around the kitchen, possibly because Hunk in his older form showed him a few things so Keith could make himself food after training sessions. Together they developed the equivalent of space peanut and butter and jelly. This is Hunk’s new favorite thing. Keith makes it for him a lot.
  • Allura is also a bit intimidating, but she keeps looking at Hunk with such sad, wistful smiles. He doesn’t know that she’s thinking about the children of Altea, lost so long ago. It takes him a long time to work up the courage, but eventually he starts sitting next to her whenever he has the opportunity and leaning into her. She smells so nice, and her hands are so soft when she pats him. 
  • The mice love Hunk. Hunk loves the mice. They get along like peas and carrots. If Hunk ever gets lost wandering around, they find him and bring him back. They also distract him when he gets anxious and make him laugh even when no one else can. Lance feeds the mice so much extra food they get a little chubby, and Platt looks like a yellow marshmallow.

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Saeran x MC - Peppermint

This fanfiction idea came to me when I came across a headcannon saying that Saeran probably smells like peppermint.

Saeran always smells of peppermint.

He always has traces of that peppermint scent about him. You can even smell it through his cologne.

Like, for some reason the scent of peppermint always lingers about him?? You don’t know how or why because you’ve never seen him chew peppermint flavored gum, and his cologne smells nothing of peppermint. He’s obviously not the type to use peppermint scented creams, so how. does. he. always. smell. like. peppermint??? Is it his shampoo? His soap? Laundry detergent? Maybe he secretly takes baths with peppermint salts and bath bombs? Who knows…

It’s a mystery you’ll never solve.

Instead, you enjoy his peppermint scent. It’s a scent unique to Saeran. It’s cool and refreshing, like a breath of fresh air. Sweet, but sharp as well, just like Saeran. It’s a perfect scent for him. Every time you smell peppermint, it reminds you of him. Whether it’s out in a store or when you come across peppermint candy canes during Christmas, the first thought that pops into your mind is “Saeran”.

Usually, you end up secretly sniffing Saeran every time he’s around you. 

He’s reading a book? Perfect. He’ll never notice you lean in slightly.

Cuddling? Even better. You can stuff your face in his neck and sniff his scent in.

It’s strongest around his neck. And he’s tall compared to you so you’re never able to smell his neck if he stands up.

You feel so incredibly light headed and happy when his scent envelops you. It’s like a warm feeling deep within you blossoms and wraps you up like a protective blanket. His scent is just so reassuring; he’s there with you.

It really confuses Saeran when you suddenly come up from behind him when he’s relaxing on the sofa and wrap your arms around him torso, only to bury your face into his neck. 

“MC, what are you doing?” he’d ask you monotonously. You know he’s blushing furiously though. You can tell by the red tinting the tips of his ears.

“Hugging you,” you’d reply nonchalantly as you’d take the opportunity to inhale deeply.

“You can always just come up and hug me from here. I could give you a proper hug,” he’d say, gesturing to the spot in front of him as he’d stand up. Your surprise hugs always flustered him. He preferred initiating such things since he would be mentally prepared and have his defenses up, which would result in less blushing and less stuttering and just less embarrassment as a whole. 

And there would go your chance to smell the peppermint. 

It confuses Saeran even more when you pout slightly as you reluctantly give him a short hug and walk away.

Usually you love his hugs so what’s wrong now? 

His scent is like a drug to you. You can’t go through a whole day without sniffing your boyfriend at least once.

You just can’t help it. You’re aware that you probably look like a creep, secretly sniffing him. And god forbid if Saeran ever notices. He’ll probably file a restraining order against you or something.

You’re willing to take the risk though, especially if it means getting your daily dose of the Peppermint Boyfriend™ scent.

It’s best when you’re making out. Sometimes when Saeran feels bold and initiates the make out sessions, his peppermint scent suddenly intensifies, floods your nose and renders you senseless. 

And because his scent is the only thing you can understand, his first few kisses taste like peppermint too, before he deepens the kiss. That’s when you lose your mind completely and surrender yourself to him.

You can’t imagine life without his peppermint scent. 

So when he found out the reason behind your surprise hugs and your reluctant behavior to accept his hugs right after, you thought your life had officially ended.

Saeran had been relaxing on the sofa, reading, when you snuck up behind him. Since he was a bit moody today, you knew he wouldn’t really appreciate a surprise hug or tackle, so you tried being subtle and casually walked by, trying to squeeze in a sniff.

“MC, were you….sniffing my hair?”

As soon as he asked that, you knew you were screwed.

Bye bye peppermint.

Hello restraining order. Sure, you were a fan of the smell of fresh books and paper, but restraining orders? They just kinda suck the happiness out of the scent…

“Maybe?” you said unsurely. 

Saeran stared at you when you confessed your crime. You avoided eye contact and started fidgeting. You suddenly broke out into a nervous babble when Saeran’s eyes remained trained on your face.

“I just can’t help it, You have this weird peppermint scent always lingering around you, and now it’s become part of my every routine to get that scent in my system because it reminds me of you, It’s so warm and sweet but sharp and cold as well, just like you, It’s such a perfect blend, It’s so perfect Saeran I can’t even begin to describe how happy it makes me feel, I just love it so much because it’s your special scent and I love you too and please don’t file a restraining order against me, I promise I won’t be creepy anymore,” you said in a single breath as you squeezed your eyes shut.

A long silence stretched on, lingering heavily in the air as you felt your cheeks flare red due to the embarrassment of the situation. Then-

“Pffft-” Saeran burst out laughing. 

Your eyes flew open, only to find your boyfriend struggling to breathe.

You were amazed. You’d never seen Saeran laugh this hard before.

Maybe except for that one time when you were cleaning the house and Saeyoung came out of nowhere, stubbed his toe on the corner of a wall, tripped over, slipped on a stray Honey Buddha chips wrapper and landed into the bucket of dirty water that you were about to throw away after wiping the floor clean. He had to get a new pair of glasses that day. Turns out, he kept several identical frames in his wardrobe.

You stared at Saeran as he struggled to catch his breath. Slowly, a shaky smile formed on your face as you started laughing awkwardly, still confused and unsure at Saeran’s reaction.

“Why…why are you laughing?” you asked when he finally caught his breath. 

“Why would I file a restraining order against you?” he asked as a bubble of laughter escaped him.

“Because I was acting creepy…” you said shamefully as your head hung low. “And sniffing you…”

You didn’t see Saeran smirk. And you certainly didn’t notice when he reached out for you. He pulled you over the sofa as a yelp escaped you. Your world turned upside down momentarily, as Saeran hovered over you, trapping you under him.

Peppermint flooded your senses.

“If you like my scent that much,” he said as he teasingly came closer to you. “Then you have to earn it. I’m going to punish you for all those times you hugged me for the sole purpose of sniffing me,” he said huskily in your ear, his lips brushing it as he moved them down to nibble on your ear lobe, then kissing it. A soft whimper left your lips at the action as you felt your core immediately heat up and tingle. You were left speechless as Saeran moved from your ear down to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses across your jawline. 

Oh god, that peppermint scent was so good.

“But then again,” he said between his kisses. “I was in a pretty bad mood today…and you made me feel better. So I suppose I could reward you a little…but your punishment is still due.”

Your breathing turned rapid as Saeran’s hand skillfully travelled under your shirt, lightly brushing your skin. A shudder coursed through you as you closed your eyes. Every place Saeran touched felt like it was on fire.

Saeran studied your expression with an amused look. For someone so bold, you would always melt when it was him who took the initiative. 

He moved down and buried his nose in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply and your eyes flew open.

“You’re not the only one addicted to a scent. Yours is equally as addictive to me as mine is to yours,” Saeran said lowly against your neck. He kissed the area, then bit down lightly. “God MC, you have no idea how much more intoxicating your scent is compared to my peppermint.”

Your face was already red enough as it was. You didn’t think it was possible for your face to turn any more colored. When Saeran bit down harder to leave a bruise and mark his territory, a moan escaped your lips.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying my scent,” Saeran said teasingly, fully aware that the reason of your moan was definitely not peppermint.

“Saeran…” his name escaped your lips before you could stop it, desire pooling at the core of your body. You felt yourself getting water by the second. 

Saeran’s cheeks tinted pink when you said his name like that. They always tinted that shade of pink when you called out to him while he kissed you. “How about I make you forget the peppermint,” he said.

“How are you going to do that?” you asked, daring to smirk. “All I can think about is your peppermint scent.”

“Remember that punishment I was talking about? No more peppermint for you.”

With that, Saeran’s lips crashed down onto yours hungrily as he kissed you deeply. There was so much passion and longing filled into the kiss that it left you breathless. His hands went up to grope your breast as yours snaked around his torso, pulling him closer.

Just like that, the peppermint was gone and Saeran had replaced it. And he made sure he replaced it well throughout the night.

Saeran held you close against him. You both had taken it from the sofa to your bedroom.

He definitely made you forget his peppermint scent.

But there it was again as you lay cuddled under the blanket close to him. 

His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted as he slept. You dared to inch closer, closing any space between your bare bodies.

One sniff wouldn’t hurt, right?

You got up carefully and buried your nose into his neck, breathing deeply.

You loved it so much. You loved him so much. It was a part of Saeran that completed him. 

When you fell back down next to Saeran, you froze. His mint colored eyes lazily watched you.



“Restraining order?” you asked.

“It sounds tempting when you won’t let me sleep…but no. No restraining order.” 

Well, that’s the end. I prefer not letting things get too heated up in my fan fictions so I’m sorry if you guys were expecting a lemon or a NSFW. I might do something like that in the future but as of now…let’s just stick to some peppermint sniffing.

They have their moments

The cockpit was dark, the indicators and displays lending a soft glow to their faces, the engines almost completely still as the ship clung to the side of the Star Destroyer. When they spoke, it was in quiet tones, as if worried that the Empire would hear their words.

If not for the gold-plated protocol droid slumped over in the seat next to Lela, the Wookiee waiting at the landing claw, the mass of Imperial ships ruthlessly hunting them, and the blasted broken hyperdrive, it would almost be romantic out here among the stars. It’s too bad, Han thought, trying to shake off those thoughts. We just ran out of time.

Leia pulled up next to him. “What did you have in mind for your next move?” she asked quietly, her voice surprisingly gentle, considering the mess they’d just been in. And hadn’t quite escaped yet.

Han kept looking straight ahead, but he could feel Leia’s eyes on him as he explained Imperial procedure and the pre-hyperspace garbage dump. He could smell a faint hint of the shampoo she used, the bottle he’d brought back on a supply run once because it had the same name as that Alderaanian flower that was so rare now. Arallute, that was it. He breathed a little deeper to smell it again.

“So we just float away,” he explained.

“With the rest of the garbage.” There was no trace of rancor or derision in her voice now; even her dig at his ship was obviously meant to be a gentle tease rather than an insult. “And then what?”

Ain’t that the million-credit question. Han knew what probably had to happen between them now: nothing. Or, nothing more than what had already happened, though he refused to regret kissing her in the circuitry bay.  

For now, he had more practical concerns. “Then we have to find a safe port somewhere around here. Any ideas?”

She leaned closer, and they both peered at the navigation screen, scanning nearby systems for one that would work. We make a pretty good team when we’re not at each other’s throats, Han thought, enjoying their closeness.

Then he saw Bespin on the map, and remembered his old friend. “Card player, gambler, scoundrel. You’d like him,” he told Leia, and was she blushing when he said that? “It’s a long way, but I think we can make it.”

Then it was time for Chewie to release the landing claw, and soon they were adrift in the garbage, the Imperial ships disappearing into hyperspace one by one.

“You have your moments,” Leia admitted, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were soft, and he could smell her arallute shampoo again. “Not many, but you do have them.”

Han looked ahead as he steered them from the garbage, but his thoughts remained on Leia. It would take a long time to get where they were going. Maybe they weren’t out of time yet.

It’s a long way, but I think we can make it.

dangerscully  asked:

19, 27, and/or 29 for the cuddling prompts, depending on how much you wanna make me cry!

Ok, first of all: thanks for these! I’ll do 19. at some point, but somehow 27. AND 29. spoke to me just now so here you go. I’m sorry. (And I really should be working and not writing fanfiction) 

!Warning: Character Death!

27. + 29. First and last cuddle

“Hmm, you smell good, Scully”

“Oh shhh, Mulder.” She coos, cuddling closer to Mulder’s weak, slight frame. Her hand is on his chest, making sure it still raises and falls, raises and falls in a steady rhythm. It hasn’t been steady for a while, she reminds herself; the sad reality constricts her throat as her hand caresses him.

“Hm, but you do. I can’t really… see you…but I can still smell you.” He takes a deep breath, causing Scully’s own to hitch in fear of the inevitable, and then chuckles softly. Soft puffs of air tickle her cheek. His eye sight deteriorated last week and as much as he still smiles about it, Scully knows that he is now almost completely blind. Last night, when she could no longer hold her tears at bay, watching him from the doorway just laying there unmoving, his gaze on hers, that’s when she knew. His eyes were on hers, as always, but they were no longer seeing her. Maybe in memory, or maybe in his dreams; she can only hope.

“Should have done this… more often.” Mulder murmurs against her. His voice is so raw, so weak. She’d tell him to be quiet, but she’s also selfish; before the silence takes him, and buries her, she wants to listen to him like she used to do for the last decades. Soon, way too soon, there will be only silence to listen to.

“You’re right. We didn’t do this nearly enough,” Scully closes her eyes, buries her face in his chest; still raising, still falling. Ever so gently, but still there. Still holding on. He’s always held on, always refused to let go. She’s the same, she knows. When her hand tightens around him, afraid to let go too soon, she feels his ribs poke her; there’s not much left of him, now. The disease eating away at him, continuously. “Do you remember the first time we did this?”


“Do you remember, Mulder? The first time we cuddled.” Her eyes still closed, Scully wishes herself back; both of them so young, still wary of what had always been between them.

“Tell me, Scully. Please tell me.” His hand is on her back; there’s no pressure, just a reminder that he’s still there. It feels clammy, foreign almost; and Scully presses her eyes shut, to stop the flood of tears, and to keep reality far away. She’s never been one for nostalgia, that’s Mulder’s forte, but now…

“It was after Donnie Pfaster,” she begins with a soft voice, not unlike the gentle words she used once, so long ago, when she told their baby boy about his miracle conception, “After the first time we crossed paths with him. I was shaking so much. You kept your arm around me. Even when the police came to question me, you never once left my side no matter how often I told you I was fine. You knew I wasn’t. You always knew it. There was no way we were going home that night and so we went to a hotel. Remember, Mulder?” He doesn’t answer and Scully goes on, trying to conjure up the moment again, and tries to hang on to it.

“I told you again ‘I’m fine, Mulder’ and I expected you to huff, or say anything, but that’s not what you did. You know what you did, Mulder? You took me into your arms. You just held me while I cried. I don’t remember… you always remembered the little details better than I did, Mulder. I’m sure you could tell me exactly what I was wearing, how my face looked, things you and I said that night. I don’t. That’s not what this was about. You let me have the bed, of course, and I told you I didn’t want to be alone. When you held me that night, Mulder, for the very first time… I felt so safe. You always made me feel safe, Mulder. No matter what we were… I was always safe when I was with you. I wish… oh Mulder, I wish you’d remember that night.”

His chest under her face, still now, no longer raising, no longer falling. Still now, like his heart, the memory is all that’s left. Now.

Imagine Loki #5 (requested)

Originally posted by lokitty

Imagine Loki’s

reaction to your Hispanic culture


You and your boyfriend Loki walked through East Los Angeles where a lot of Hispanic’s lived. Loki wanted to know more about your culture since you know so much about his.

You walked by a Hispanic restaurant (i don’t know one sorry) and you sniffed, smiling. “What?” Loki asked, confused.

“I can smell the beef picadillo” you answered. Smiling still, you grabbed Loki’s hand and pulled him into the restaurant.

“Well okay then” he stated when you entered the restaurant. You giggled.

You two ate some food and Loki loved it! You weren’t sure if blhe would or not to be honest.

“Love, that was delicious” he exclaimed, licking his lips as you walk out the restaurant door.

“I know right?!” You continued to walk when you heard the music… The music of Folklore dancing! You jumped up and down, smiling ear to ear. Loki smiled at you and you pulled him toward the music. You saw a woman dancing on the side walk. Spinning around. Loki was smiling widely as he watched the woman dance and occasionally glancing at you.

(Pretend shes outside. This is the best thing I could find)

Originally posted by alxbngala

After the women was done dancing you and Loki walked home and cuddled on the couch.

“Y/n… Your culture is so intriguing.” Loki complimented.

“I know” you said, giggling.


I hope you liked that one and I’m sorry to the person who requested this. I don’t know anything about Hispanic culture.

eternalgirlscout  asked:

i can't stop thinking about juno/peter spooning and in particular juno being the big spoon can u indulge me

I would love to indulge you~

If you’re a fan of spooning, you can also find some in this fic over here.

The moment I crawl into bed next to Peter, he sighs and sidles closer to me. He’s been in bed at least a half hour longer than I have, but somehow his skin feels lukewarm at best.

I don’t get it. How can a guy be buried under that many blankets and still be cold? 

He’s been all over the galaxy– I know some of those planets get colder than Mars. How does he survive on worlds made of ice? Does he bundle himself up in layers? Does he turn up the charm and hope for a bit of shared body heat? Or does he just freeze?

I know my solution to his problem. I nestle closer beside him, tucking his back against my chest. My arm wraps around his waist; my legs tangle with his. The sound he makes is so blissful that it borders on the obscene.

“You’re so warm,” he hums, wrapping his icy fingers around my arm. 

“That’s what I’m here for,” I murmur.

He sighs again, and I echo it with one of my own. This is nice. Especially because my face is pressed right into the crook of his shoulder, just at that perfect spot where his hair is draped around me without getting in my way. 

I don’t think I give Peter’s hair enough credit. It’s so soft and shiny, and it smells incredible– not quite the same scent as his cologne, but it compliments the other smell just right, the perfect combination of earthy and mellow and spices. 

I inhale deeply, sighing against his ear.

“I ever tell you that you smell nice?” I whisper.

His only answer is a soft snore. Looks like he’s finally warmed up enough to fall asleep.

I press a soft kiss to his neck, just because I can. “Sweet dreams, Peter. I’ll make sure you stay warm.” 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writing scenes like those very quiet moments in movies where the one character just observes, feels, listen, smells etc etc etc, there's no sound but nature - those highly descriptive scenes - but.. without overdoing it? Avoiding being so description-heavy (or "purple" even), but still being almost poetic in a way? Am I making sense? ha. :) ty!

I’ve got some bad(ish) news– you can’t always write things like you see in the movies. 

Yes, writing and visual media both tell stories, but the fact is that they use very different tools to do so. Movies have music, visuals, sound, etc., whereas books have the advantage of showing perspective extra well, benefit from the ability of specific word choice, and many other tiny things. For your particular question, that moment will always work better in visual media. The Limitations of Writing and Background Comedy is a different example from a different topic that explains how certain things just don’t work between types of media.

You can’t write a scene that’s supposed to be “description heavy” and then say you want to avoid being description-heavy. You don’t have music. You only have words. I get that you want to find the sweet spot, but you’re asking about certain subtleties that a critique is likely needed to tease out. Part of your answer is there in your question: “the character just observes, feels, listen, smells etc etc etc, there’s no sound but nature”. You can’t avoid description when that’s what you need to write, and part of the issue once again runs into the “type of media” problem.

The kind of scenes your talking about also don’t last nearly as long in books. I think the reason you’re having trouble is because you can watch a full 5 minutes of that kind of think in a movie (because the music can be awesome) but books just can’t do that. You describe what you need to, and move on. You can’t “pad” things without it coming off as “too much”. It’s just a medium limitation.

Purple prose I can help a bit more with, because that specifically refers to unnecessarily ornate language. It sounds pretentious or dramatic, but depending on the mood and reason for the scene, “drama” is relative. 

Avoiding purple prose:

- Keep the narration with the character. Is your high school football coach really using the exact same words as a Harvard English professor when they describe the exact same thing? 

- Your words still need meaning when you’re getting poetic. The meaning actually becomes 10x as important. “Being poetic” is not “good writing” unless it still conveys a clear message and style is never an excuse for a lack of good communication. Think about it like attending two talks about the universe, one from a stoned person who never took a science class and one from Neil deGrasse Tyson. The first guy may have some fancy words and open-ended questions, but there isn’t any real substance behind it. 

- PP typically shows up when what’s being described doesn’t fit the drama (and it’s not being used for comedy). Describing a city tree that your characters walk past as “a struggling being, destined to fail its purpose in life” (coming from the knowledge that city trees absorb pollution and are generally unhealthy) is over-dramatic. Move that moment to a climax where a character is having an existential crisis and just happens to be sitting at a cafe near a wilting tree, which they then compare to their own lack of progress due to environmental oppression… that’s a bit different. 

Sadly, this isn’t the kind of issue where I can really help because it’s so relative. You need a beta reader to properly tease out if your writing is working or not because I can’t possibly cover all the ways to write a scene like that. Everyone does it differently, and your question shows that you know the basics of how to write that kind of scene– which means you’re probably already on a really good track! You’ve clearly done your research, but you’re now worrying about details that I’d have to be reading your work to give you the kind of help you need.

Good luck with everything!

Healthy Amount of Skepticism

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Summary: The boys roll through town on their way home and catch word of something going on. They decide to sick around and figure out what’s going on, but not everything is as it appears.
Word Count: 1171
Author: Fangless
Warnings: Cute dog gif at the end. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Platonic!Reader

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“What kind of town has a library that’s too small to hold historical records!?”

Sam was more frustrated than anything, this case was already hard enough, with little to no information about the small town on the internet, and the rare article he could find would reference written record. Now, the clerk of the one room library had told him that most of the written record was held at another location, since they didn’t have the facilities to hold them.

“Sorry, it’s been a really long day,” Sam flashed a smile at the woman behind the counter. She smiled at him in return and held up a hand, signaling him to wait for a moment. She placed her phone to her ear and waited for the other end to pick up.

“Y/N? Hi, it’s Laurie from the library. I was wondering if I could send someone your way?”

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons where his s/o has an admirer maybe ??? Thank you! 💖💖💖💖

AHH okay I am here for this.

  • When Pennywise finds out, he loses his shit
  • “You’re my little human.”
  • You know he’s gonna scare the fuck out of the admirer at any chance he gets; leaving threatening and cryptic messages, advising the admirer to stay away from things that aren’t theirs
  • He’d 10/10 just kill the damn nuisance if only his s/o would approve of it
  • Every time the admirer is speaking to his s/o, a red balloon is eerily floating nearby as a reminder- for both of them
  • Pennywise is more touchy than usual; he constantly has his hands on his s/o and is always rubbing up against them- almost like a cat
  • He wants his s/o to smell like him, especially when he knows his s/o is going to a place that the admirer might be
  • Heaven forbid his s/o ever has the scent of the admirer
  • He’s lowkey disgusted at how vulnerable his s/o makes him, how unsettled the thought of his human with someone else can make him feel
  • “Are you sure I can’t just eat them?“
Honesty (Bucky)

i titled this honesty because i honestly have no idea what i’ve just written. it might just be the strangest mish mash ever and probably should have been 2 diff fics instead of one


Buckys hand cupped your ass, squeezing it every so often. You had to stifle your laughter each time.

“Please stop fondling her.” Wanda begged softly, her final attempt before you knew she’d leave the conversation you were having entirely. Bucky frowned at her in playfully innocent confusion, releasing your flesh for a moment before he scoffs loudly.

“I let her go for three seconds and this joker’s eyeing her like a piece of meat.” He snarls quietly, taking a step toward the crowd, only for you to capture him by the belt and pull him back.

“Walk away and someone’ll approach me.” You warn him and he grumbles softly, tugging you against him bodily and Wanda sighs in resignation. Without conscious thought, you melt against him, smiling up at him with heart eyes. When you look back, Wanda is gone.

“Every time.” Steve snipes incredulously and you frown at him, until you realise he’s talking about Bucky, who is watching the surrounding area like a hawk. Patting his chest gently, you slip from his grip and head into the crowd and toward the second balcony. It’s well in view of the party but nearly inaccessible for people without residence clearance. Something pushes at your mind and you relax enough to feel Wandas exasperating over a short of Bucky following after you like a puppy. You can’t help but beam at the sight of all the girls ogling him, and his gaze glued to you.

That’s not what I intended. Wanda whispers through your thoughts sourly and you snicker, sidling out the door and into the cool night air. Below, the city shouts and rumbles.

You sigh softly, your eyes switching from the bright lights to Bucky as he steps past you to lean back against the railing. His eyes trace you and you can’t help standing a little straighter, your chin lifting with a tilt that you can’t help. He says it’s your tell, for when you’re about to make the first move or flirt someones pants off. He’s right.

“What’re you thinking?” He asks softly, his voice a low rumble that barely manages to compete with the sounds of the city below and the music within.

“I’m thinking about…” You begin, ready to lie with some little strange titbit, before you shake your head and meet his eyes solidly. “How you’re wasting your youth.”

He startles at the words, frowning and tilting his head a little, as if gesturing you to go on.

“You’ve just exited cryo freeze. It’s been a year since you did so, and six months since you returned with Steve and the rest to the Avengers here. In the last six months, you met the three new recruits and brought your own, bringing the team up to large enough numbers to part into two full size crews.” You explain, frowning at the darkness above him so you won’t get distracted by whatever you read on his face. “That means we all get more breaks, and less chances at dying. What does an Avenger do with all this spare time? Clint kicks back with his family, since retirement doesn’t suit him he’s able to step in on say, every tenth high profile mission. And Natasha, she volunteers at those ten different youth shelters. Even Steve has taken up the cause of working with the Smithsonian to provide accurate renditions of his time as the Cap.”

You shiver a little, the cold getting to you.

“But you aren’t doing anything.”

“I’m doing you?” He chuckles and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Dirty old bastard.

“I know and I’m wondering if that’s the right thing for you.” You mumble and he goes silent. Hesitantly, you move your gaze to his face, hoping to gauge his reaction, but he’s icy, blank.

“Are you breaking us up?” He whispers, his voice utterly bland and monotone. You can’t help flinching at the words. Biting your lip, you shake your head a little, indecision in the movement and he see’s it. “Then what’re you saying?”

“Bucky, look.” You sigh, pointing across to the other balcony where three girls dance together, their grins wide and their laughter a melody floating just above the music. They’re entrancing.

“What about them?” He sighs tiredly, stepping away from the banister to stand by your side. You’re grateful for the movement as his body radiates heat.

“They’re alive, they’re normal. And I bet they’re amazing in bed.” You explain, still watching the girls. One of them meets your eyes across the distance, curiosity in her gaze as her eyes move between you and Bucky before she’s once again distracted by her friends- or perhaps lovers. “Don’t you ever consider the experiences you’re missing out on? Tinder, sexting, sex in public places? Hell, even grocery shopping with someone you’re in love with?”

“We haven’t been sexting?” He asks, his voice sounding funny and you can’t help the smirk that tips up your lips as you meet his eyes.

“No, darling, that wasn’t sexting.” You tease and he swallows hard, his eyes darkening. For a moment, you’re lost in his gaze, before you remember what you’re talking about and click your fingers in his face. “Focus. Don’t you want those things?”

“Do I want to spend time with a girl I don’t know, who doesn’t know me, and do banal things like sex in public places and grocery shopping?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp tension and your shoulders slump.

“I just want… I don’t want you to miss anything. Especially if it means one day you’ll hate me for it, or regret this thing between us.” You sigh, and he sighs with you.

“Y/N.” He groans, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you gently against his chest. You feel the weight of his metal arm as it wraps around you, and you can’t help hugging him back, pressing your face into his shirt. “I ever tell you about the time I made Steve ride the Cyclone on Coney Island?”

“Nine. Million. Times.” You scoff, pulling your face from his chest to rest your chin against it and stare up at him. He smirks down at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I like you at this angle.” He flirts and you snort, earning a disgusted scowl.

“Get on with it old man, us delicate women folk prefer to be in bed before ten.” You prod and he rolls his eyes, his palm sliding down your arm until he catches your hand in his and interlaces your fingers.

“I could’ve killed him that day.” He says softly, his voice like a warm fire, and you barely notice the words as he rocks the two of you side to side. Completely out of time with the music, you can’t help but beam at him. “But I didn’t, luckily. It was one of the few memories I had left of that time after I fled Hydra. It’s one of my best memories, even if he was ill the entire time.”

“What’s the moral?”

“That I don’t regret putting my best friends life in danger, and I’d never regret the fun I had that day. Just like I’ll never regret any of the time spent between us. What I would regret would be letting you slip from my grasp because you’re a huge chicken.” He explains and you make a sharp noise of indignation, pursing your lips furiously.

“I’m no chicken.” You growl and he laughs, glancing away like the joke is all too much. Jerk. “Oh, whatever. You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, that’s a joke.” He scoffs, and you shrug, feigning at being cool. “Examples, doll. Give me examples.”

“You can’t even dance with a girl.” You say instantly, the words coming out sharp and excited when you’d meant them to be calm and utterly above it all. He laughs, raising his eyebrows and glancing pointedly at your interlaced hands. “No, you weak creature. I mean that.”

You point toward the three girls, who’ve slowed down, but are still moving together.

“You want to do that?” He asks curiously, the words without any sort of lust like you’d imagined they would hold.

“No, I want you to do that. Go join in, they’d let you.” You command and he stares at you. “I promise they’ll let you, if they ask you about me, just point over here. Go, do it.”

He hesitates, still holding on to you and his eyes dart to the girls almost nervously before he straightens his shoulders.

“If it means I’m not a chicken, and if it gets rid of this doubt, I’ll dance with them.” He says, the words like a declaration before he dives into battle and you stifle your giggle.

The three girls eye him with barely concealed disdain as he approaches them and you can’t help grinning. Girls are something special, really.

Bucky points to you, across the divide and they all glance over. Waving, you smirk at them and nod once. You watch him regain their attention, waving his hand at you a couple times more as he likely explains the situation. The guy has no game. Honestly.

Two of the three grab him, pulling him with an arm each into the centre of their triangle and you can’t help passing your gaze over those around them. Dozens of men, half likely having been ignored when they tried to speak with them, the other half likely too intimidated, eye him jealously. Bucky catches your gaze and shoots you an awkward smile, letting the girls guide him through the dance while his gaze stays locked on you. After a song, you can’t help rolling your eyes and grinning. It’s too painful to watch. Holding up a palm, to tell him not to move, you slip back through the doors and into the crowd.

“Hey.” An unrecognizable male voice says, but you pretend not to hear it. The music is loud enough that you could probably get away with it.

Emerging onto the giant balcony, you slip through the crowds to arrive behind the three girls. Buckys gaze scans the crowd before they lock on you and he slides from their grasp. You watch them pout after him, before they spot you and brighten.

“Hi!” They chirp and you grin, waving at them as Bucky descends on you, his arms capturing you in a tight hold.

“Please never make me do that again. Please rub yourself all over me, too, all I can smell is their sweat and perfume.” He groans in your ear, his palms running over the curves and lines of your body.

“You dork.” You laugh softly, sliding your hands across the smooth material of his shoulders.

“Who’s that guy?” He growls, suddenly going tense and you grumble at him.

“Seriously?” You groan, turning to see where he’s looking, and spotting a man half a foot behind you.

“Hey.” He says and you recognize the voice from earlier, but you’ve never met this man before.

“I wouldn’t.” You warn, meeting his eyes seriously. “He’s crazy.”

Bucky chuckles, nipping at your neck and you know he’s purposely taken his eyes off the man and touched you all at once. Damned posturing. Sure, he can back it up, but does it have to happen at all?

“Girl.” The guy says, more forcefully and you turn around fully, Bucky wrapping his metal arm around your waist. This guy is being weird. Weird like the Terminator.

“What?” You snap, glancing aside to see the three girls have moved closer and are watching the moment with a keen eye. Your eyes return to the man, his bearing lumbering to put it mildly.

“Watch your back with those ones.” He warns, eyeing the three girls critically before he backs back into the crowd and you glance at the girls before returning your eyes to where the man had stood.

“You wanna get out of here?” You wince, wrapping your fingers around Buckys metal wrist tightly and he squeezes you with it once before he’s guiding you through the crowd.

“What the hell!” You scream, gaping at the three girls from earlier in the night. Bucky jolts awake, his arm instantly thrown in front of you as he holds up a gun with the other. “Lights, FRIDAY.”

The lights fill the room, and they’re still there.

“That man was totally right.” You whisper, eyes glued to the three as they stand as still as wax statues.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Bucky mumbles and you snatch your phone from the bedside table. One of the girls twitches at the movement, but is stilled by a minute gesture from the middle girl.

Unlocking the device, you quickly type out the ambiguously innocent looking warning message, the one that sets off the alarms as soon as it’s typed, and you can’t help relaxing as the call starts to echo through the floor.  As the alarm starts two of the girls leap forward, both of them diving for Bucky, whose guard is down as he shoves you away.

Furious, you can’t help sending a blast of pale purple energy at them, the shot hitting one of the girls directly in the chest and slamming her against the wall.

“You are being reclaimed.” The third girl whispers in your ear as her arm slides around your throat, capturing you in a choke hold.

Grunting, you buck wildly, before giving in and holding her flesh tight and blasting her arm with point blank burning energy. She screams like a banshee, but doesn’t let go, and you’re unsure how much longer you can stay conscious. As black edges your vision, the door slams open and Steve and Sam pour in, the blonde man helping his friend while Sam tackles the woman holding you. Her wrist is torn from the rest of her arm, half of her forearm and hand falling in to your lap and you can’t help but scream.

“Ew!” You shriek, leaping to your feet and tripping sideways as it flies off your lap. Even as you fall, you can’t help keeping your gaze locked on the limb and shrieking again. “Ew!”

“No!” Yowls the leader and you try not to vomit, tearing your eyes from the dismembered piece to Buckys stricken face. On the other side of the bed, Steve holds the other girl tight, the third lying dead against the wall with a charred indent in her chest. Bucky leaps across the bed, slamming against the leader and stilling her in Sams grip before he turns and launches himself toward you. You whimper as he slides to his knees, pulling you tight to his chest.

“Are you hurt?” He whispers frantically, but you shake your head, your gasping breaths slowing.

“What the hell happened?” Tony asks from the doorway and you glance toward him from the shelter of Buckys embrace, noting Natasha as she slips from his side and backhands the woman held in Steves grip.

“Woah.” Steve warns but she shoots him a deadly glare. Rapid fire Russian bursts from her lips and the girl cringes backwards into Steve, who uncomfortably holds her forward and away from him.

“This will not happen again.” Natasha hisses, her eyes completely passing over the leader and you see the previously cocky girl shrink. “I promise.”

Without another word, she stalks from the room, calling after Steve and Sam sharply, who jump, dragging their prisoners with them. Tony eyes the dead body against the wall with distaste before sighing.

“I’ll get someone to pack up your things tomorrow, we’ll set you up in a new bedroom tonight and have your personals delivered before lunch.” He mumbles, jerking his head toward the door and you stumble to your feet. Bucky holds you tight to himself, clinging to you while his eyes dart around every corner and into every shadow. Finally, Tony gestures the two of you into a room, issuing a short bark of commands to FRIDAY before excusing himself.

“She wanted to take me back.” You whisper hoarsely and Bucky sighs, holding you a little tighter. “She wanted to take me from all I have left.”

so weird, amirite????

i didn’t edit this and wrote it between 11.30pm and the current 1.40am sooo yeah

Deception - Chapter 3

Fandom: Divergent.
Pairing: Eric/OC
Rating: M

With a Father in power and a past based on rumors, a story of deception entails.

Find the second chapter here.

A/N: Thank you as always. And this will eventually be updated to FF.net when they sort their shit out.

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anonymous asked:

Love how KateDrunkLondon just blew up like this and has all of Tumblr in a flurry! #330 continuation please?


continuation of Kate drunk London (also now being posted on ffnet)


She staggered off the elevator, astonished at how her body kept moving even though the ascension had stopped. Castle caught her elbow, but not in time to keep her from knocking a shoulder into the wall.

“Wow. You’re… really hungover.”

“I was really drunk,” she muttered. “And I’m really exhausted. And I really just want to-”

But Castle was suddenly gasping and darting forward, brushing past her down the hall while she stumbled. She laid her cheek to the faintly textured wallpaper, wilting against the wall. A musty scent wafted up, and she closed her eyes because she just didn’t have the will power to ask. To investigate. 

He was running hot and cold. Five hours maybe she could have called his name and discovered why, but right now-

“Did you see that?”

She opened her eyes.

Castle was halfway down the hall, back-lit by the noon sun that spilled through a window in the junction. He turned crazily, his body a jagged movement, his hair sticking up, arms spread. “Did you see that, Kate?”


A wildness was in his eyes when he strode back for her, a wildness that had her spine straightening and her body coming off the wall to meet him. The scruff at his jaw and throat were dark shadows; she could see the bewildered exhaustion in him as well.

He stopped just before her, twisted back to look at nothing down the hall. Then he turned to her, peering past her towards the elevator. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” That bewilderment made his face look young despite the haggard lines. “You weren’t yanking my chain.”

“When this morning have I at all been kidding? I’m too tired to be yanking anything, Castle, and oh God, please do not make a joke out of that, I just don’t have it in me.”

His lips had quirked, and then flattened, and now zipped up again, his grin pressing too deep for her. She didn’t bother replaying her words to find out where she’d gone wrong, she just angled past him to head for the room.

Was it seventy-something or something-seven?


“What, Castle?”

“I saw a ghost.”

She was already at the junction, with all that too-bright light. Who’d have thought spring in London would have so much sunshine? She longed for a spring shower. An entire afternoon of darkness, grey clouds and muted traffic and the swish of tires through rain.

“I’m not kidding. I saw a ghost. I think. I mean, this guy just disappeared. He looked like he was walking toward us and then he was gone.”

“Sure, Castle.”

She slogged towards their room, listening to the hurried sounds of him chasing after, taking out the key from his pants’ pocket, the little caught breath of his wonderment.

“Maybe, we should prowl this floor to look for him. He could reappear - ooh, or, or we could camp out in the hall! Drag out the bed covers and make a nest and wait for the ghost. Maybe he’ll talk to us. Maybe it will talk to us? I never thought to ask, but it’s possible these spirits have no body, just taken on corporeal form as a way to trick us into believing they’re human, but they’re actually demonic-”

“Castle.” She glanced back at him. “Key. I’m falling asleep on my feet.” The difference between before breakfast and now after, his nonstop theorizing, the glow on his face, the energy…. A ghost in the hotel and he hadn’t gone looking? She hurt just thinking of him so broken down. “I’ll make a nest with you in the hall - if you promise to let me sleep until the ghost shows up real and in the flesh.”

“In the flesh?” He grinned and wriggled his eyebrows, but he was nudging forward to put the key in the lock. “Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

Close. Intimate. Her eyes crossed he was so near. 

So she closed them. He smelled sweet. Powdered sugar and a long flight. She had been pressed against him for a moment downstairs; there were the extra wrinkles in his shirt where she’d made fists to hang on.

“I won’t make you sleep out in the hall,” he whispered. “Investigation can wait.”


The Farmer's Wife Chapter Two: The Snow Day, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction

On her first morning on the farm, Rick found a kitchen filled with laughter and mouth-watering aromas. They had lost power sometime during the night and he went out to recheck the backup generator, leaving Carl and Michonne in the kitchen. She wore her locks atop her head in a bun and she was wearing a loose sweater and jeans that hugged her curves.

The night before, during his nightly bouts of sleeplessness she remained on his mind. He pictured her sound asleep in the downstairs guest room without a care in the world. Life, unfortunately, was not like that for him.

“And then he just jumped on the table,” Michonne explained animatedly, as Carl grinned up at her, deeply engrossed in her story. “It was a complete disaster and there were a lot of very important people who were just losing it.”

“Wow, that’s crazy. No wonder I wasn’t allowed to get a pet,” he mused. “Well except now of course. Dad’s more okay with it now that we’re living here and neither of us are allergic. He even said I could have a dog. I think he prefers that instead of the younger sibling I asked for.”

“Is that so?” She raised her brow at his revelation of his unusual request. “Well, dogs are the best pets you could possibly have. I have a little dog myself. His name is Snoopy and he’s like a little child.”

“What kind? Can I meet him?”

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“Dad should probably meet him too, so we can get an idea on what kind to get,” he said, twisting his mouth thoughtfully. “I kind of want a big one.”

Rick remained in the kitchen entryway, watching their easy exchange in amazement. They continued with their conversation, completely unaware of his presence. “Something smells good,” he finally said making himself known.

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By His Cover || Chapter Two (Negan x Robin Ballard)

Gift For: The story is based on an anonymous request. 

Genres: Alternate Universe, Romance, Self-Insert, Series 

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Pairing: Negan x Robin Ballard (Original Female Character) 

Summary: Robin takes Negan to the ER and encounters some difficulties getting him treatment. 

Rating: SFW 

Warnings: Guilt, Homelessness, Injury, Judgmental Assholes, Language 

Previously: Negan saved Robin’s life. When she realized that he’s homeless, she took it upon herself to get him medical treatment. 

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I keep holding Negan’s hand as we drive to the ER. I can tell he’s uncomfortable in the car, and I want him to feel safe. 

I glance down at his foot. His sock is dirty, but I can still tell that he’s bleeding. “How does that feel?” I ask worriedly. 

He shrugs. “It’s hard to tell,” he answers hesitantly. “These days, everything hurts.” He bites his lip after the admission, as if he regrets saying it. 

I put my free hand on his cheek and turn his face to me. “I’m so sorry, Negan,” I whisper. 

He shakes his head mournfully. “Don’t be sorry for me, Ms. Ballard. I deserve it.” He looks out the opposite window as I process that comment. 

“Call me Robin,” I insist, reaching for his face again. He sighs and turns; when he looks at me this time, I realize that his eyes are wet. “Negan, you don’t deserve this. Nobody deserves this.” 

He presses his chapped lips together into a thin line. “You don’t know what I did.” 

“I don’t have to know. Whatever it was, it doesn’t mean that you deserve this.”

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How to Lose Your Job in Less Than 10 Minutes

Summary: Cas comes to visit your workplace and you couldn’t be more excited. That is, until one of your coworkers decides to flirt with you.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2,100+

Warnings: DIRTY TALK THAT IM ACTUALLY PROUD OF, Cas has a prayer kink (is that even a thing? I’m making it a thing), smut, language, jealous!cas.

A/N: so this is actually based off of me and a dream I had the other day. I really do work at a gourmet espresso shop, and I have a massive crush on one of my coworkers, except he has a girlfriend lol. also, this was supposed to be shorter but WHOOPS got carried away. anyways, I hope you all enjoy my personal little fantasy ;)

Originally posted by tallyiaboo

It was Cas’ first time visiting you at work, and you were beyond excited for him to finally see what you did outside of hunting and meet some of your coworkers.

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