i don't know what i would do if he never got to lift the cup

slightlied  asked:

hi spooks!! viktuuri high fives for the touch prompts? i just think that's so??? Hilarious??? *morooka voice* and here we have the most romantic lovers to ever grace the ice executing a..............high five

I…might have gone in a slightly different direction with this???? oops. 

Katsuki and Best Friend Coach Victor Nikiforov to remain Coach and Student as Nikiforov Returns to Skating

Nikiforov shocked the skating world when he abruptly retired earlier this year and moved to Japan to coach Katsuki Yuuri. Their hug at the Cup of China made waves in the skating community—showcasing a deep affection between two friends. Two very good friends. Definitely just friends. No one is quite as skeptical of Nikiforov’s decision now that Katsuki’s broken his coach’s record and taken home silver.

At the press conference after the medal ceremony, Nikiforov expressed his desire to return to the ice while remaining Katsuki’s coach…

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“I’m suing them for libel.” Victor would rip the paper in half but he needs to make sure he can still read the columnist’s name so he can savage them over the phone. And television. And Twitter—especially Twitter. “Did they not see my ring?”

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(I didn’t even realize it was you when I started @sawthatwink . Two in one day. You do good prompts  ❤)

“Look- Malfoy, get back here!”

“No,” Draco said coolly.

Harry stomped after Draco as he lifted his chin and walked into the great hall, intent on ignoring Harry.

Harry ran a few steps grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him back, “Look, if you just asked Slughorn-”

“I will not,” Draco bit out and jerked his arm back, “Release me, Potter.”

Harry tightened his grip and took a half-step closer, “I know he’s not the- your first choice but he’d apprentice you if you-”

“If you asked,” Draco snarled.

Harry scrubbed his free hand through his hair in frustration, “That’s not-!”

“NOW KISS!!” Someone shouted.

A wave of silence flowed through the hall followed immediately by a ripple of laughter.

Harry quickly let go of Draco, stumbling backward, his face growing hot.

Draco’s mouth had fallen open in shock, his entire body gone stiff as an ironing board.

Ginny climbed up onto her bench, hands cupped around her mouth as she began chanting, “KISS! KISS! KISS!”

Amid the laughter, more and more people began to take up the cry, filling the room with an echoing ’KISS! KISS! KISS!’.

Harry had the inexplicable the need to reassure Draco of something, whatever would make him feel better. He had been trying for months to win Draco’s trust and now it all seemed to be falling apart. Yet, he couldn’t seem to string words together, all of them running into a jumbled mess of embarrassment that came out as ums, errs and I don'ts, It’s not-

Draco unfroze slowly, looking hurt at first but quickly growing furious. His hands clenched into fists and stormed right out the doors he had come through originally.

There was a collective groan as he left.

Harry was torn by indecision before finally deciding to go after Draco. He didn’t know what he was going to say but he couldn’t leave it as it was.

Harry never got the chance. As soon as he was in the hall, Draco grabbed his arm in one hand, the other pressed flat to his chest, pushing Harry back until his back hit the wall, pressing all the air out of him. The kiss that followed took the rest of his air, leaving him gasping, his mind reeling, Draco’s eyes searched Harry’s, pinning him to the wall more firmly than his hands ever could, before he turned and marched away.

Several seconds passed before he was able to think clearly again and then pushed off the wall to go after Draco. He didn’t know what he was going to say but there was no way he could leave it as it was.


Make Time

it wasn’t your fault. it was schools fault.

everytime that hyuk has a performance, you miss it because of your packed schedule. you wished that you could just go or do whatever or wherever you wanted when you wanted.

you remember like it was yesterday..your high school graduation. of course, hyuk was there but he seemed a bit off.

“hyuk? what’s wrong?” your eyes filled with worry quickly after realizing that your boyfriend had a pouty face.

he forced a fake smile to assure you that there was nothing wrong. but there was.

“come on, lets go outside.” you got up and grabbed his hand, guiding him out of the refreshments room.

you weren’t going to believe any lies that he was going to attempt to tell you. it was obvious that he had something on his mind. something that was dragging his regular happy self down.

“tell me what’s wrong.” you said.

“i just…nevermind.” he looked at you and bit down in his lip to hide his frown.

“c'mon i don’t want to hear that.. you better tell me hyuk.” you forced him.

he let out a sigh and broke his eye contact with you. “will you still be able to…”

“to what hyuk? you’re like how many years older than-”

“come to my shows. and please let’s not talk about our age gap…ever.” he whispered the last part, no one could know about that. not now.

“if this is what’s bothering you, then…yes i will still try to go to your shows. i’ve never missed one yet. and i damn sure don't  plan on missing one.”


you cut him off with a kiss, causing him to turn to putty in your hands. he was a sucker for you and he needed to make sure that you’d be around. you were his inspiration for everything after all.

you got a nonification from the angel that attended each and every one of hyuk’s performances. she went live so that those at home could watch him live.

you tapped on it and god…there he was, singing pour up. he looked amazing. and you noticed that he was wearing the necklace you got him for his birthday which made you smile and tear up. you were beginning to feel emo.

honestly, you felt distant from him. you’d see him every now and then but that was either for a quick fuck or to spend “time” together which only lasted for about an hour.

god knows you didn’t want to break up with him. you loved him too much.

you pushed your thoughts to the side just for now and focused on hyuk. of course, he was singing well and giving a great performance. he sung a few songs before getting to what2do. a song that he wrote when you two weren’t on the best page.

but right in the middle of the song, he stopped singing, covered his face and looked down. he walked off of the stage while shaking his head. but before he left, he spoke into the microphone, “i’m sorry”.

“what?” you asked yourself before hopping off of the couch and heading to your room to dress yourself.

you threw on a skirt, one of hyuk’s old supreme jackets and a pair of your old sneakers. you looked fine, if you excluded the fact that it looked like you had no bottoms on.

after locking up the house, you looked back at your phone. the ‘angel’ was apologizing to her viewers.

“dean is backstage. he’s been back there for a good six minutes…i hope he’s alright. if there are new viewers, the reason why you don’t see dean is because he cried on stage and left. he’s still here and maybe will be out soon. hang on.” she turned the camera around to face the stage.

hyuk had came back, with a hat on to hide his puffy eyes. “i apologize for my abrupt stop…. it’s just… i’m having problems.” he wasn’t going to continue the sentence but people in the crowd encouraged him to.

“tell us dean!”

he sighed into the microphone. “i wanted her to be here and…she’s not…”

“aww.” the crowd cooed as he started crying again.

you put your phone in your pocket and continued your walk to the venue. you hoped that security would let you in although they most likely wouldn’t.

even if you told them that you were hyuk’s girlfriend. they probably wouldn’t believe you because of how you looked. or maybe just because they were trying to keep him safe.

when you finally got to the back of the building, you saw that there was no one at the back door so you started to open it… until someone opened it before you.

“what were you doing?!” two men who looked like security guards asked you.

“umm…” you paused. “i’m here to see hy- dean. i’m his girlfriend.”

the both of them started to laugh and point at your features, telling you how hyuk would never date someone like you.

you just stood there. unfazed. how and why were you unfazed? because you were used to this. it was nothing new, so you let them get in on their jokes.

“y/n!” hyuk literally screamed when he spotted you from the hallway.

he pushed pass the guards and pulled you into a tight hug. “what are you doing here? i thought you said that you have a test tomorrow and you need to study?”

“they teased me hyuk.” you ignored his question and stared the two older men in front of you down.

“what?” he looked back at them and codly said, “you’re not the only ones. hardly anyone believes her.”

“sorry.” they said in unison and left the two of you alone.

hyuk stepped back and looked at you, he noticed his jacket and that brought a slight smile to his face.

“you cried…on stage. why?” you cut straight to the point making his smile drop.

“because i miss you y/n. i miss us.” he paused and ran his fingers through his hair. “i miss you being in the crowd and i miss spotting you out and singing to you. baby we’re not even around each other as much anymore. and when we are… it’s just..not the same.”

“i honestly feel the same way hyuk…i really do. but-”

“please don’t say but, just be here with me. we can work this out.” he looked down, obviously he was in some type of emo state.

“alright..after your show, let’s go home.” you suggested.

“after the show? home?” he asked. the tone of his voice was lifted and his eyes opened much more wider than before. You

“yes hyuk, now get in there and give your fans a good performance!”

he grabbed your hand and guided you through the building, to the stage. “what are you doing?” you asked him through gritted teeth.

he placed his finger over his lips and signaled for the dj to start the music. “everyone this is the woman in my life, y/n. and i will be singing to her.” his voice came out shyly and his cheeks were a pinkish red because of all the blushing that he was doing.

the crowd cheered him on until it was time for him to begin singing. they cooed along with you all the way till the end.

“i love you y/n.” he said, sincerely.

you mouthed i love you back to him and opened your arms wide. but, he didn’t hug you.. he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. he kissed you in front of all the cameras.. something that he once said he’d never do.

when his set was over, he bowed at the crowd and thanked everyone for coming. he also apologized again a thousand times until you had to stop him.

“are you happy with me?” he asked, while holding the door of his car open for you.

you nodded and spat out a quick “yeah.” before he could close the door.

you didn’t lie, although things may have been a little off with your relationship with hyuk but that didn’t mean that you weren’t happy most of the time.

when he got into the car, he started the engine and turned up the radio. you leaned back into the seat and held onto his hand.

“you know, if you at least attend some of my shows, i’ll be the happiest man alive.” hyuk said.

“i’ll see what i can do.” a smirk stretched across your face. he didn’t exclude the"some" which made you feel good. he was finally understanding that school was a top priority.

“you better.” he laughed.

when you two got to your house, you watched a movie and talked about your relationship. thankfully, you worked it out with him completely. you would attend some of his shows and he would come over to your place everyday for way more than an hour time to spend time with you.


“tell me everything will be alright.” you said, while you snuggled deeper into hyuk’s chest.

“everything will be alright. i promise.” he kissed your forehead and sung one of his songs to you until you fell asleep.

“love, love the stars.
love, love the moon”

Regret (J.M)

Description: Jonah thinks you regret losing your virginity to him.
Warnings: mentions of sexual activities, maybe swearing?
A/N: in my imagines the boys all have their own rooms unless i mention they’re sharing one

Last night meant a lot to him.

Last night you gave up your virginity not to him but for him. And that meant more than anyone would think to him.

Jonah loved you with all of his heart. He would give up his world just to see you smile and you and everyone who knows the two of you know that.

You’ve been dating Jonah for the past year and a half and you’ve known him longer than that so the bond between the both of you was unbelievingly strong and nothing could break that.

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I Love You - Barry Allen

Originally posted by gustin-daily

word count: 1586
warnings: none (well this is a first)

It has slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.  He’d said it like it was the simplest, carefree thing in the world.  To him, maybe it was.  Because for him he’d known for years.

But for you, the three words shook your whole world.  Having known for a whole forty five seconds, and barely knowing what to do with this new information.

It was just one of those good days, great days.  The kind where Barry feels proud enough of himself to text you, and you feel proud enough of him to celebrate.  So you’d told him to swing by your apartment with a couple of coffees.  He did in a matter of seconds.

All you’d done was congratulate him, tell him the city would be in shambles without him.  But something about the little giggle you have and the beautiful smile you wore, just pushed him to add those three words that had harbored in his head to come out.  “Awe y/n thanks I love you” He’d even gotten a hug in before realizing what he’d said.

“Are-are you gonna say something?” He mumbled, and you just blinked.  

“I don't…. I don’t know what to say, Barry” You whispered back.

If she loved you back she would’ve said it and now you’ve not only ruined the relationship you had with your best friend, you’ve also made a complete fool of yourself.  Nice going, Allen.

“Look I’m just going to go home” Barry grabbed his jacket off of the couch and headed towards the door.  “Call me.. or-or don’t that’s okay” He said, reaching for the handle.

“No, Barry-” You walked quickly over to him, and he’d immediately turned around.  He stared down at you intently, but somehow his eyes seemed soft.  You took in a deep breath, fingers wringing together anxiously.

“Look, y/n if you want let’s just forget it happened, okay?” Your brows furrowed and you licked your lips.

“Will you close your eyes?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.  He looked confused for a moment, but he did as you asked, shutting his eyes and standing there silently.  You stepped forward, glancing from his shut eyes to his lips.  Pink, and slightly parted.  You took another step, placing a timid hand on his chest, the other sliding up against his cheek.  He couldn’t help but lean more into your warm palm, making you smile, sure of your next action.

You had to stand on your tippy toes in order for your lips to meet his properly.  Your eyes slipped shut in peace, while Barry’s opened, staring at you as you kissed him.  His hands landed around your waist, pulling you against his chest.  You smiled against him, and broke the kiss, mouth agape at him when you saw his opened eyes.

“I told you closed eyes” You scolded but couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“What was that for?” Barry asked, and you wrapped your arms behind his neck, fingers running through hair just lightly at the base of his neck.

“I love you too” You told him quietly, eyes flickering between his.  A smile broke on his lips.

“You do?” You nodded, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

“Yeah, I do” You whispered.  “A lot” A small chuckle left his throat as he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“Well that’s something I can work with” Barry said, pulling you gently back up towards him, and kissing you deeply and passionately.  You eagerly responded, moving your lips against him in sync.  Your tongue grazed over the seam of his lips, and before you knew it he’d slowed down his world, speeding to spin you around and lift you up, your back against the door and your legs around his waist.  Both of his hands cupped around your face as he continued to pepper soft and loving kisses against your lips.

“We should go somewhere else” You said, looking at him seriously.  Barry nodded, and in a blink he had you carried to your room, setting you down so you sat on the end of the bed.  You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as you peered up through your eyelashes.  Barry’s heart raced again as he stared at you.  “What?” You murmured, and he leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“It’s just been a long time since I first thought about this, well, when I realized I was in love with you” He told you, making you blush and giggle quietly.  You kissed him again before he could completely pull away.  “But I don’t wanna move to fast and ruin everything” You laughed again.

“The Flash doesn’t want to go too fast? Oh the irony” Barry chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “Come here” You said, scooting back on the bed.  He watched, wondering what you were doing.  “Come on, I don’t bite” You told him in a softer tone.  He kicked off his shoes, and crawled up next to you.  You smiled at him, pulling up the covers over you both, and then pushing on his chest slightly.  “Lay down” You told him, and he listened, laying back on one of your pillows.

“I’ll be sad if you murder me” You laughed quietly.

“You’d be sad? Not revenge seeking?” He shook his head.

“I’d feel betrayed” You giggled again, pecking his cheek.

“I’m not gonna kill you Barry” You said, laying your head on his shoulder.  He turned his head and smiled at you, his arm coming over you.

“Look if all you wanted was cuddles you could’ve just asked” You smiled, closing your eyes for a second so you could bask in the moment.  You felt his hand begin to rub circles into your back, and he pulled you closer to your body was pressed against his.

“How long?” You murmured, and he knew instantly what you were referring to.

“Freshman year, when you got detention for beating up Tony Woodword because he picked on me for my Dad” Barry sighed.  You opened your eyes, a bright smile on your lips.

“I did give him a good beating, didn’t I?” You said, making him smile.  “But it’s nothing compared to what you’d done to him.  Mr sonic boom” He chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s different, I had to do that so he wouldn’t kill you or anyone else.  You did it purely because you cared about me and didn’t want me to get hurt” You smild sadly.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt when we were in the school that night” You argued back.  He sighed, knowing he’d never win against you.  He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, both of his arms enveloping you.  “I… I realized senior year” You told him hesitantly.

“Yeah? And what chivalrous thing had I done?” Barry asked with a goofy smile.

“Something you didn’t want me to know you did” You told him, and his smile fell slightly.  “And I know you lied about it and I was gonna confront you about it but I figured it was best to keep my mouth shut and be thankful you didn’t get yourself killed”

“I picked a fight with Ryan Andrews” He admitted, and you nodded.  Barry never broke eye contact.  “When you told me what… he hit you y/n you had a bruised cheek for a week I-I had to do something”

“Even when I told you to leave it alone because him and I were over” You said.  Barry licked at his lips nervously.  “You broke your wrist, that’s worse than a little bruise-”

“No, no don’t say that” Barry cut you off.  “He was your boyfriend, he was supposed to take care of you and cherish you not hit you over..over the littlest of things” He said.  You quietened.  “y/n by then I’d already fallen for you but I didn’t go to his house that night because of that I went because that was the right thing to do” Tears began to well in your eyes.

“Then why’d you tell me you fell out of your tree?” Your voice cracked.  “Do you know how scared I was? I knew instantly… I knew you’d gone to him for a fight or- or something I don’t know I just knew he was the one that did it-”

“Your safety was worth it” Barry said, knuckles grazing over your cheek.  “He never touched you again, I did what I had to” You blinked, feeling an unbelievable amount of love for this young man in front of you.  “I think it worked too”

“You, are such an adorable idiot” You said quietly, and scooted over, pushing him onto his back so you could set your head on his chest.

“I think I’m gonna take that as a compliment” He said, and you hummed tiredly.

“You should stay here tonight, adorable idiot” His brow furrowed.

“So it’s just my name now?” You nodded.

“Change your usernames” You said, making him laugh again.  “I’m better at the pet name thing than most people”

“Clearly” He muttered.  “You must be hanging out with Cisco too much”

“Well what else am I gonna do while you’re out saving the world?” You said, already drifting to sleep.  “I’m tired Bear” You said through a yawn, again making him laugh quietly.

“Okay okay sleepyhead, go to sleep” He said, tightening his hold around you.

“G’night I love you”

“Love you too”

my first imagine on this blog! yay!

xoxo ~ jordie

My Saviour - Nine

A/N: Thank you to all who are following this series and all of you that are giving me such amazing feedback. I love writing this, and I love reading all of your reactions, comments and predictions. You will never understand how much your kind words mean to me. Also a special shout out to my amazing beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without  you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talk about abuse, miscarriage.

Wordcount: 2342

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by miinyooongii

“Come here,” Dean said, helping you to your feet, holding your hand as you stepped out of the shower. “Here-” he put the towel around your shoulders and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you. “-what kind of pain?”

“In my back.” Your eyes were wide in horror as you spoke, but for the first time you kept your eyes glued on Dean’s. “I thought the warm water would help.”

“We need to get you out of these clothes, okay?” You nodded. “Stay here and I’ll go get you something to wear.”

You did as Dean said, not moving a muscle as he went to grab you some clothes, returning with one of his large sweatpants and a sweater, hoping they would warm you up. He stood outside the door as you changed and then he followed you into your bedroom once you emerged. Your entire body shook as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Dean grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you.

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked, one hand resting on your knee.

“I… uh… I had this pain in my back, and it wouldn’t go away so I figured the warm water might help.” You pulled the blanket tighter around you as you spoke, your voice flat and detached. “Then it got worse before I could even get to the bathroom, this kind of sharp, stabby pain in my stomach.” Dean already knew where this was going. “There was just so much blood, and now I don’t have anymore pain.”

“I don't…” Dean started but you interrupted him.

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I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it

“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”


"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”


All of You

68. “I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”; 71. “I’ve seen how much you really care. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”, requested by the lovely @fornhaus

Pairing: kacchako, obvsly.

Rating: t

a/n: sorry i’m such a lazy ass. This came out a bit longer and less angsty than I expected, but I just decided I can’t do prompts for shit. I always get carried away from the topic, in the end you ask me for apples and I give you pears. Anyways, hope you enjoy it anyway!


The air was warm, a pleasent breeze rushing through the trees and bushes that surrounded him. In front of him, was the lake that mirrored the starry night sky. No sounds could be heard, aside from the crickets, and, of course, the muffled laughter and chatter of his classmates.

It was one of those summer nights he would probably spend in his room, studying or reading some comics. That is, if he was home. Right now, Bakugou Katsuki was trapped in a campsite far, far away from the U.A. dorms, cursing all the souls within a hundred mile radius, and their mothers.

Summer break was just around the corner, and the students of classes A and B decided that they should all take a trip together to get their minds away from the midterms and have some fun. Which was exactly the opposite of what Bakugou was doing. In fact, he had only agreed to go thinking it was a training camp, like in first year. He would later find out that the only training they would be doing was on how to make s'mores and sing dumb songs by the fire.

After so much time living together, it was not like Bakugou wasn’t already used to the presence of his classmates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even be that bothered by their shenanigans. But being tricked into coming to their little trip, wasting his time with stupid shit like that, it had spiked his fury in a whole other level.

He could easily had taken the easy path there and just burn them all to bits before they thought of another song. But after all they went through, Bakugou had to learn his lesson about thinking his actions through at some point. Instead, he got up from his seat by the fire and walked into the woods, screaming that anyone who followed him would have their head ripped out of their body and shoved in their ass. So, after a quiet walk, he expected to calm his nerves and clear all the murderous intentions out of his head.

What he did not expected, though, was to find Uraraka Ochako, sitting alone on the muddy ground, staring at the clear water of the lake.

She had her Nº 13 hoodie on, short brown hair floating with the breeze. After a better look, he noticed her shoulders were shaking.

The boy stood there for a few seconds, the wind brushing his wild hair, hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.

Bakugou wasn’t exactly the example of a caring person. Even after a year and a half of sharing a house and a classroom, he still couldn’t remember half of his classmates’ names. He just didn’t give a fuck. But she was different.

Uraraka had something in her. A hidden side, obscured by a good girl mask that could fool anyone and everyone. Except for him. She liked to bat her little eyelashes at him, smile at him on the halls, scold him for not being friendly or some shit. But as much as it all confused him, he had seen her for who she really was during their first fight, and on all their other fights since then. He was the only one who could see through her mask, who was able to push her past her breaking point and take a peek at the real Uraraka. She had caught his eye, to a point where he wasn’t satisfied with just a peek anymore. He wanted to see more, to find out what she really had to offer. So, on one restless night, Bakugou decided to go to her room and challenge her for a real match.

But before he could knock, he heard her sobs. Tiny, shaky sobs that, although he would never admit it, made his heart beat a little faster. Much more faster.

Bakugou had been avoiding her since that night. Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t a coward. He would never run from his problems, like some chicken. But something in him has changed when he heard her crying. She was suffering, and somehow, that affected him too. He was fucking terrified of that.

His sharp crimson eyes stared at the back of her head, as her sobs and hiccups got louder. He scowled, turning around to leave while she hadn’t noticed his presence. Carefully, he took a step forward, then another–

“B-Bakugou-kun? Is that you?”, Uraraka’s meek voice reached his ears.

Fuck his life. He had stepped on a branch. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Comfort her? As if.

He slowly turned around, ready to make up some excuse for why he had been watching her cry, possibly throwing some insults and explosions on the way. But when he could finally see her face, his resolve was shattered.

She looked scared, frightened brown eyes staring at him from her seat by the lake. Her cheeks, usually rosy and flushed, were now pale and stained with tears. Her small frame looked even smaller, quivering under the moonlight.

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. She got up, wiping the dirt off of her shorts, avoiding his gaze.

“I… Umm… What are you d-doing here?”, she tried again, looking mildly taken aback by his expression. He must have been looking really stupid.

Shaking his head, Bakugou opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out. He averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up.

Uraraka bit her bottom lip, looking at everything but him. She looked extremely uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to apologize for walking in on such an intimate moment of hers. A bigger part of him wanted to fucking punch that part in the face. What the hell was happening to him? It was her fault for crying on a public space! He had nothing to do with her, it wasn’t his fucking business. Again, he could easily have chosen the easiest path. But something about seeing her in such a frail state made him change his mind.

“Uraraka.”, he said, his strangely quiet tone capturing her attention again.

He moved a bit closer to her, reluctantly. She blinked, watching as he scowled and tucked his hands deeper in his pockets, looking like he regretted every word he was about to say.

“Why are you… y'know…”, he started, finding it hard to get the words out of his mouth. “… crying?”

She blinked again, several times, brows knitting in confusion.

“Why… why do you care?”

Good question. There was literally no reason for him to give a fuck about her, or what she felt. But he did. He fucking did. And no matter how stupid his words sounded to himself, he couldn’t help but want to know why she was suffering.

“Who the fuck said I cared? Don’t get cocky, round-face!”, he exclaimed, unable to hold back his tongue. She looked even more confused. “It’s just really fucking annoying to hear you crying all night, and then have to bare with it here too!”

Her eyes widened, the color rushing back to her cheeks in embarrassment. “Y-You could hear m-me?”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, as he runned a hand through his blond hair, trying to hold back all the weird feelings that threatened to spill.

“Yeah, Uraraka, I could fucking hear you.”

She pursed her lips, hugging her torso and looking at her feet. Her eyes were closed again, a shaky breath leaving her lungs. He felt a pang in his chest, a strange urge to cup her face in his hands and tell her to breathe. Again, what the fuck was happening to him?

She opened her eyes, and he could swear they were even sadder than when he found her. Uraraka took a step back, going back to a sitting position next to the lake, looking expectantly at him. Bakugou hesitantly moved forward, sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his knees. She hugged her knees to her chest, a shaky sigh leaving her mouth. They were only a few inches apart from each other now.

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”, she started, looking at the clear water before them. “I’ve received some bad news lately and it’s been a little difficult for me to accept them.”

A few beats passed, his strict eyes locked on her face, before she cleared her throat and continued.

“My father is sick. It’s not so serious, but he still can’t work properly. But his debts keep growing y'know…”, her voice sounded so weak it was barely audible. “… My mother said it’s okay, that they’re gonna work this out. But I need to help too. I can’t just stay here and watch them work themselves to death.”

Bakugou went dead silent, the sharp features of his face curling in a frown. He had expected for her problems to be related to that bastard Deku or something, but this was much more serious than he initially thought.

“Do you mean…”, he muttered, voice faltering for a second. She still wouldn’t look at him, eyes trained on her reflection on the lake. “… does this mean you’re…?”

Her grip on her knees tightened. “Yeah.”, she mumbled, and he could swear his heart had skipped a beat. “I might have to drop out of school.”

She finally looked up at him, and the first emotion to hit him was confusion. It took his brain a few moments to process the real impact of her words. Then, a hurricane of feelings rushed through his mind, bliding his senses and making a big mess out of his already confused heart. He felt anger, and grief, and revolt.

Anger because of how fucking unfair that world was, for someone so unbearably kind like her to have to give up on her dreams so early. Grief, because no matter how much he denied it, that girl has done a great job at marking her name on his mind, and watch her go away would be much more difficult than he would like to admit.

Revolt, because that was Uraraka Ochako, that stubborn, impulsive, courageous mess of a girl he had learned to respect. An adorable looking girl who could lift up buildings and create meteors and never, ever accepted defeat, even after his most powerful blows. She would still refuse to give up.

Right now, he couldn’t find that girl. Looking deep into those frightened eyes, at her trembling hands, at her heaving chest, he just couldn’t find her. He only ever knew two sides of Uraraka: the cheery, innocent girl who he fought to ignore in class and the powerful, determinated woman he yearned to face up on the battlefield. But this was a new side of hers, the broken one, barely able to hold back her sobs, who hid herself from the world to fall apart alone and scared. Bakugou felt like his lungs were shrinking, making it impossible to breathe.

She still held his gaze, her big brown eyes full of sorrow, and tenderness, and so many other emotions he couldn’t describe. Her eyes could easily put the sky above them to shame. He couldn’t understand why someone like him could suddenly notice those things. Like the little marks and small scars that adorned her face and neck. The pink flush of her cheeks that had spreaded to her nose and ears. The teeth marks on her slightly parted lips, from biting at them nervously. So many details abour her came at his mind at once, as if he had been pinpointing them since the day they’ve first met. Maybe he did. At this point, his confusion was too much to handle.

Bakugou came out of his stupor when he saw her mouth curl up in a sad smile. Then, a short giggle scaped her lips.

“What’s so fucking funny?”, his voice was raspy and low, way too low for his standards. He suddenly realized of how close they really were, their shoulders almost touching.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just…”, she giggled again, shaking her head. Looking back at him, there was something else in her eyes he couldn’t exactly name. It made his hands tremble a bit. “You’re the first one to know. And I kinda like it that way.”

His gaze shifted to her eyes, then to her lips, and back to her eyes. What was that supposed to mean? They weren’t friends. That was probably the most intimate conversation they’ve ever had. Uraraka closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath and runing her hand through the water.

“I’m not worried ‘bout you.”, he said, staring at the lake.

She opened her eyes once again, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

Bakugou grabbed a branch at his side and started fiddling with the water, distorting his reflection. “You’ll find a way.”

The girl smiled sadly, watching the small waves on the lake. “I’m afraid it’ll be a little trickier this time.”

He let go of the branch, scowling at her. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Huh?!”, she squealed, surprised by his sudden change of tone. His crimson eyes stared deep into her brown ones, eyebrows knit together, in that always grumpy expression that inspired authority.

“Answer me! Who the fuck are you?!”

She cleared her throat, unsure of how to respond. “U-Uraraka Ochako?”

Bakugou scoffed, not averting his gaze from her. “Are you fucking sure? Doesn’t seem like it.”

Her confused expression didn’t budge, annoying him to bits. “I… I-I don’t understan–”

“I know a girl named Uraraka. Annoying little bitch. She’s always wearing these stupid smiles every time I see her.”, he grumbled, making the girl next to him puff her cheeks in annoyance.

“Oh yeah? If you hate this girl so much why don’t you–”

“I’ve seen her done so much stupid shit, that sometimes I wonder how the fuck did this girl ended up in third place on the entrance exam. That had to be a mistake.”

She looked down at her hands, her bottom lip starting to quiver again. “I get it. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“She’s always letting her damn feelings get in her way, like some little kid. Never thinking before acting, like a fucking amateur.”, Bakugou’s voice was as harsh as his words.

“You can stop now, please. I don’t want to hear how stupid you think I am.”, she hugged herself again, gaze lost in her reflection on the lake.

But he wasn’t done. “I’ve seen her trip over her own feet more times than I’ve seen the sun rise.”

Uraraka got up from the grass, legs still a bit shaky. “Okay, stop it! I get it! I’m useless and stupid and–”

“I’ve seen her get herself in danger over the dumbest things!”, he got up too, not letting her run away. They were only inches apart, her back facing the lake. “She tried to throw three tons of concrete on my head once! Who the fuck does that?!”

Her gaze was fixed on her feet, hands curled up in trembling fists at her sides.

“Stop it.”

Bakugou scowled, getting even closer to her. “This one time, she lifted a whole truck to find some little brat’s doll! How stupid is that?!”

She tried to push him out of the way, a few stray tears already running down her face. “Let me go! Stop it, Bakugou!”

He felt his chest tightening again, but didn’t stop.

“She even jumped off a building once to try and save a fucking villain, even though her weight limit was almost running out! Isn’t that fucking crazy?!”

He had to hold her wrists now, to stop her from sending him floating out of her way. She struggled in his hold, punching and kicking what she could see, but it was no use.

“Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

Biting his bottom lip, he locked her wrists with one hand, while forcing her to look at him with the other.

“And you know what the worst part is?!”, Bakugou’s voice resounded over her protests, her fighting slowing down for a moment.

His expression looked almost painful, eyebrows knitted and face heating up at the proximity of their bodies. But his eyes told another story. There was a whole storm of sentiment he kept inside, waiting for a moment to be let out. All the anger and frustration he had hidden deep within his soul, all the nights he had spent wondering what was missing. What kept him up at night?

“The worst part, is that I can’t get her out of my fucking mind!”

Her eyes widened, breath stuck in her throat. They were so close their noses could almost touch. He stared at her eyes, hoping she could understand everything he meant by just that stare. By the way she stopped struggling, he thought she did.

“At first, I thought I just wanted to fight her, but I was wrong! I was so fucking wrong!”, Bakugou’s face was incredibly red, and by the tone of his voice, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone on the fucking camp had heard them by now. He couldn’t care less. “I don’t want to see just a part of her, I want the whole package! The annoying one, the strong one, the broken one, I want all of them!”

Uraraka just stared at him in awe, face wet with tears, blushing twice as much as him. Her mouth opened a few times, but nothing came out.

He let go of her wrists, taking a few steps back and breathing heavily. It had been a long time since he had screamed like that.

“That girl may be annoying, and naive, and she might irritate the fuck out of me…”, he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “But i’m fucking crazy about her. She’s the bravest fucking girl I’ve ever met, and hell would freeze before she gave up on her dreams after the first obstacle.”

The girl blinked, running a shaky hand over her hair, trying to digest all of what she just heard. Her mouth was completely shut, not even trying to formulate an answer anymore.

Bakugou turned around, ready to leave her with her thoughts. He had no idea why the fuck he decided to confess all those things after barely acknowledging them himself, but what is gone, is gone. He felt mortified, furious at himself for spilling all his own issues over her when she needed help dealing with her own. All he could do now was to go on his way and let her think.

“Trust me in this, round-face. If you really are this girl…”, he looked over his shoulder, seeing her confused eyes and quivering legs. “… you’ll find a way.”

At this, he walked into the woods again, disappearing from her sight, leaving an even bigger mess in her heart than when he found her.

remmythepegasis  asked:

Prompt: Logan don't believe in superstitions like "broken a mirror - 7 years of bad luck". Prince and Anxiety want to make him believe in superstitions so they decided to be sneaky and make fun of Logic. Their actions make the frightened Logan want to take off the curse. And he goes to Morality for help. What can breake a curse? A KISS!

Being the kind of trait he was, only focusing on facts and what scientific things, Logan was never one to believe in superstitions. They didn’t make any sense. There was no way there could be any correlation between random actions and your luck. Stepping on a crack couldn’t possibly cause one’s mother to break her back. Stepping under a latter in no way negatively affected how the rest of your day would go. Holding your breath while passing a cemetery definitely didn’t add seven years to your life. But his disbelief in superstitions vanished one day thanks to a mirror.

“Logan, be a doll and fetch my hand mirror, would you?” Roman said.

Logan had been through this scenario too many times before to argue. Instead, he just got up from his seat and went to get Roman’s mirror. On his way back to the kitchen a shout from one of the other sides startled him so much that he dropped the mirror. He cringed as it clattered to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

“Dang it!” he said, going to get a dust pan and broom to clean up the mess before anyone got hurt by the tiny shards.

“What happened?” Roman said, poking his head in the room. “I heard a crash.”

“Apologies, but I have accidentally dropped your mirror,” Logan said, sweeping up the mess.

“Have a fun next seven years,” Virgil mumbled, stepping into the room.

“Sorry about that, Roman,” Logan said.

“It’s no bother, I have at least twenty others,” Roman assured him. “What you really need to worry about is the bad luck coming your way.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan questioned.

“Don’t you know? If you break a mirror, the next seven years will be your worst nightmare,” Virgil warned with a devious smirk.

“Preposterous,” Logan scoffed. “That’s just a silly superstition. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Virgil said, he and Roman sharing a mischievous look.

“Whatever you say,” Logan shrugged.

Later that day, while Logan was standing over the sink, washing his plate and reading a very interesting book, Princey purposely bumped into him, causing the book he was reading to fall into the sink. The water was still running so the pages got completely soaked.

“Seems like that bad luck is starting up,” Roman said as Logan retrieved his book.

“No, that was simply one unfortunate event. It has nothing to do with your mirror,” Logan insisted.

While Roman was busy downstairs with Logan and his book, Virgil was in the logical trait’s bathroom, replacing his bottle of shampoo with an empty one and doing the same with all other containers in his shower. While he was at it, he also put a rip in his towel.

Roman snuck onto his laptop and disorganized some of his files.

Virgil gave him a cracked cup that leaked all over his shirt at dinner.

By the end of the day, all Logan wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and just sleep forever. Unfortunately, his pajamas were all dirty—though he swore yesterday he had at least three clean pairs—meaning he would have to sleep in his clothes and he just now noticed the huge coffee stain on his sheets.

He put his dirty pajamas and sheets in the wash, thinking he might as well, and went back to his room to sleep on the bare mattress. Before he got to his door, he bumped into Patton.

“Hey, Logan!” the fatherly trait said cheerfully. “Why are you still in your clothes this late?”

“My pajamas are all dirty, so I have to sleep in my clothes, but I doubt I will get any sleep because I need to clean my sheets as well,” Logan explained.

“Well, would you like to sleep with me in my room?” Patton offered. “I can let you borrow one of my pairs of pajamas.”

“That would be great, thank you,” Logan said with a small smile. Patton had this way of making everything better. It seemed he could fix anything, although Logan knew that wasn’t possible.

Speaking of not possible, Logan was beginning to doubt his previous stance on superstitions being impossible to be true. His day had been significantly worse than usual. Maybe there was something to this mirror thing.

The next morning, Logan pulled a fresh shirt off its hanger, pulling all of the other shirts with it. He watched in disbelief as all of his other shirts crumpled on the floor.

Patton hated to see Logan so disgruntled, so he went to Roman and Virgil to find out how to lift his bad luck curse.

“I just hate seeing him like this,” Patton said as he, Roman, and Virgil sat on his bed.

“Well, there’s no way to fix it,” Virgil said with a shrug, though he knew eventually he and Roman would lay off the guy.

“Actually,” Roman countered, a bright smile on his face. “There is one way.” Virgil raised an eyebrow at his fellow trait, wondering what he could be getting at.

“Really? Please tell me! I want Logan to be happy,” Patton said.

“Logan’s bad luck will be reversed if, and only if, he receives a true love’s kiss,” Roman claimed. Virgil grinned at this. Both he and Roman thought those two would be adorable together.

“But how am I supposed to find his true love?” Patton whimpered.

“Don’t you see, Patton,” Roman said, taking the fatherly trait’s hands. “You are his true love.” Patton immediately turned read.

“M-me?” he questioned. The others nodded.

“Yes, so all you have to do is kiss Logan and all will be well again,” Roman claimed.

“Okay,” Patton said nervously, getting up to find Logan. As soon as he was gone, Virgil and Roman high fived.

Patton found Logan sitting on the couch in the living room, looking gloomier than Patton had ever seen him. He took a seat next to him and wrapped comforting arms around him in a hug.

“I just wish I knew how to break this curse,” Logan mumbled.

“I know how to,” Patton said shyly. Logan looked up.

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, Roman told me how,” Patton said.

“How?” Logan asked desperately.

“Well…” Patton said, awkwardly looking at his lap. “You have to… Uh, we gotta… I…” Patton gave up on his incoherent mumbles and just went for it, pressing his lips against the others. The kiss was very quick, as Patton was afraid Logan would hate it, but when he looked into his eyes again, he found no sign of resentment or disgust, just surprise and… love.

“There, you’re cured,” Patton said quickly before standing up to run back to his room. Before he could leave, however, Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward him, kissing him again. This kiss lasted longer and had much more passion than the first. It was the best thing either trait had ever experienced.

And now, anytime Logan has a bad day, Patton will kiss him and say, “There, you’re cured!”

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anonymous asked:

Can you maybe write something angsty with Jimin getting hurt on stage while performing and Jungkook panicking, and cradling Jimin in his arms in front of the fans, and carrying him and running outside to get Jimin to the hospital? A happy ending tho...i had a dream like that recently and I would really want to read something like this but I suck at writing so... it's okay if you don't want to write it 😊

ahhhhhh thank you so much for the request! I can definitely do that!💖 I hope it lived up to your dream💖


It was the last song of the night and it was safe to say that the adrenaline was the only thing keeping Jimin on his feet. They had chosen to perform No More Dream as the ending performance to their last concert on the mini Asia tour, knowing that it was a fan favorite.

After the lift, Jungkook watched as Jimin stumbled, twisting on his ankle before forcing himself to keep going. He knew that Jimin had hurt himself but he couldn’t make sure he was okay without disrupting the choreography. And so he watched him as closely as he could from his position, completely using muscle memory to continue dancing while paying all his attention to Jimin.

Just before the ending, Jimin dropped to the floor, body completely limp. The collective gasp that came from the audience made the others look around, only to find Jungkook rushing past them to reach Jimin.


Jungkook dropped to his knees and pulled Jimin into his chest, panic swelling in his chest and tears beginning to leak from his eyes. He turned them so the audience could only see his back before pressing his lips to the top of Jimin’s head. 

“I got you, baby.”

Jungkook scooped him back up and rushed him out to the car, hopping into the seat beside him as the others ran after them.

“We’ll meet you guys at the hospital!” Jungkook barely heard Namjoon shout before he shut the door and the van took off.


The doctor had determined that Jimin had fainted from overexertion and lack of a stable diet, one of the prices of being an idol that Jungkook had never been particularly fond of. 

Afterwards, they’d been driven back to the dorm, their manager offering to help Jimin up to their door only for Jungkook to pick him up and carry Jimin himself. 

Jungkook didn’t say a word the entire time he walked up the steps and into the elevator, Jimin leaning against his chest quietly until they’d gotten to Jungkook’s room.

He’d set Jimin down on the bed and sit beside him, refusing to looks at him as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Kookie,” Jimin would try to reach out to him only for Jungkook to stand up and growl.

“You haven’t been eating right,” Jungkook would start angrily, “and I told you not to overwork yourself.”

Jungkook would end softly, his voice cracking at the end as he turned to face Jimin, looking at him for the first time since they’d gotten home. He heard the others come through the front door, choosing to ignore them as Jimin looked to him. He hated that he’d turned into the one that needed comfort instead of him taking care of Jimin.

“I just-” Jungkook would have to stop himself, his voice becoming too shaky to speak clearly, “You scared me.”

And Jimin would understand when Jungkook wiped his eyes hastily, his chest tightening painfully when he heard the first hiccuped sob. 

“C’mere, baby.” Jungkook would end up on his knees, clutching at the back of Jimin’s shirt as he cried.

It would take a few minutes before Jungkook would calm down, Hoseok peeking into the room for a moment before retreating hastily. 

When he could speak properly, Jungkook would clear his throat and look up at Jimin with watery eyes.

“Don’t scare me like that anymore.” 

Jimin would promise him that before cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly. They’d fall asleep intertwined with one another, Jimin tucked into Jungkook’s chest, the others assuming that everything was fine after seeing them together.

For the next month, Jungkook would be at Jimin’s side during every meal, seeing that he be eating properly, often scooping half of his own food onto Jimin’s plate when he wasn’t paying attention. He’d make sure that Jimin went home with the rest of them when practice was over and made him sleep in his room “to make sure he didn’t sneak out”

Or at least that’s what Jungkook would claim whenever someone questioned finding them tangled together in the mornings. 


THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REQUEST! I hope I did a decent job at capturing this 💖💖

anonymous asked:

Are you taking any prompts? If so, what about a situation where touko finds out about Natsume seeing youkai, and convinces him that everything is alright? I need that kind if sweetness right now haha although I'll probably be crying by the end XD If you're not taking prompts or if you don't want to do this, it's perfectly fine :> Thanks for your time :)

i had several prompts like this one ! i sort of let it get away from me, i hope its okay :’) 


The next time Touko sees Sana-chan, she’s armed to the teeth with photos.

Shigeru got that old camera of his working after all, and the album Touko passes across the table to Sana-chan is full of candids - Takashi on the porch playing with Nyankichi, Takashi’s friends sprawled across his bedroom floor the morning after a big sleepover, Takashi laughing with Shigeru over a sink of sudsy dinner dishes.

Sana-chan flips through the pictures with all the enthusiasm Touko could have hoped for, a smile filling her round face as she gushes “what a handsome boy!” and “your house must be so lively these days!” and “I can’t wait to meet him!”

And Touko is warmed all the way home, resolving to ask Shigeru and Takashi what they would think of having Sana-chan and her family over for dinner in the near future.

As if summoned by the thought, Takashi’s voice drifts through the autumn air towards her from the riverbank. Curiously, Touko steps off the road into the grass to follow it to the source - Takashi did say a friend was visiting from the mountain, but surely he knows his friend would be welcome at the house - and steps to the edge of the sloping embankment, peering down.

She spots him right away, smiling a little at the way he sticks out against the dull color of the river, with his fair hair and pastel pink jacket. Takashi is sitting with two of his friends, the three of them grouped around the edge of a strange circle drawn in the damp clay, and they’re pink with laughter and bright-eyed in the warm afternoon, and talking to -

a little green person. With a beak, and tortoise-like carapace, and webbed hands, and a wet plate atop its head amidst a mop of tangled, seaweed-green curls. It hands Takashi a flapping fish and says, “I caught this for you, boss!”

“Thank you,” Takashi says dryly, and tosses the fish back into the water without ado.

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anonymous asked:

Kastle. They argue and things get pretty heated, Frank raises his hand to put behind his hair but Karen says (even though she knows he wouldn't hurt her) "Please don't hit me" because she gets a flashback from previous abusive relationship. + protective fluffy Frank.

“You can’t write that shit Karen!” Frank yelled, his voice frustrated and strained.

They had been talking about her latest Bulletin piece that exposed a group of criminals before Frank had a chance to get to them, a group that Karen wouldn’t have known about if Frank hadn’t filled her in. 

“Every word I wrote is backed up Frank,” she argued back. “They’re not going to know the Punisher tipped me off,”

“That’s not the point and you know it, don’t bullshit me like that,” he shook his head, pacing around the living room. “You knew I was getting closer to them, I was days away from-”

“From what? Killing them?” Karen snapped. “Sorry I took away your thrill Frank, but now they get to rot in jail, alright? That’s justice.”

“That’s not-” Frank began, his voice rough and furious. 

Without continuing his sentence, Frank bit down on his lip with frustration and lifted his arms up behind his head to scratch at the nape of his neck. His whole body was tense, filled with wasted adrenaline and the desire to make those scum bags pay for what they had done.

But just as his arm moved upward, Frank caught sight of something that made his tony change completely. Karen flinched. Not with surprise, but with fear. Her hand came up to shield her face, her body going rigid and slumping down toward the wall behind her. It only last a second, but it was enough to make Frank’s heart sink as low as possible.

As Karen’s eyes met his, he could see her hands shaking in front of her face, her body beginning to straighten up. But the only thing running through her mind was please don’t hit me. 

“Hey,” Frank whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he reached out slowly to her. “Karen,”

“I’m sorry,” she trembled quietly.

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t do that. Don’t. You don’t be sorry, hear me?”

“I shouldn’t have…”

“Hey,” he repeated, his hand softly brushing over her cheek as he stepped closer to her. “You’re safe with me.”

“I know,” she nodded, her eyes dropped from his.

“Karen,” he softly lifted her chin, making her eyes look back at him again. “I won’t ever, okay? We could argue all day, wouldn’t change a thing. I won’t ever hurt you.”

Karen nodded, sniffling softly.

“I-I can’t help it,” she explained. “I’m not afraid of you Frank, I trust you. I just… there’s some habits I can’t shake,”

Frank frowned at that, staring back at her. His hand was still cupping her cheek softly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head. “It’s no-”

“Someone hurt you?” 

Karen stared back at him, feeling his thumb rub gently against her skin, almost against her lip.

“I haven’t always had the best taste in men,” she sighed. “Shocking, I know,”



“Who was it?” 

“He lives in Canada now,” she explained. “Far away.”

“Not far enough,” Frank grumbled. “How long ago?”

“When I first moved to the city,” Karen admit. “I was stupid for staying with him. He had…his temper couldn’t be reasoned with, and you know me, I just go looking for trouble.”

Frank hated just the thought of anyone putting their hands on Karen, let alone a man she trusted enough to be in relationship with.

“Don’t blame yourself for that shit,” Frank shook his head. “That guy’s a jackass,”

“I know how to pick them,” she nodded.

Frank felt her soft skin against his palm and hated the fact he had to pull away. From this moment on, he would never raise his voice to Karen to the point she would be frightened. He would never grab her against her will, he wouldn’t make a joke about how jumpy she was. 

But he would do everything to make sure she knew that she was safe with him, always. There could never be a doubt about that.

“You’re too good for anyone in this piece of shit city,” he told her, stepping away. 

Karen smiled lightly at him, pushing her hair back behind her ear. A moment later she pulled herself away from the wall, slowly walking past Frank who sat himself down on the couch silently. 

Just as she reached her bedroom door, she heard him call out softly.


Karen turned to him, her eyes soft and calm.


Frank watched her carefully, wondering if he should have said anything at all. But as another moment of silence passed, he responded softly in a whisper Karen could barely hear.

“I won’t ever, you got that?”

She smiled back, her heart skipping and swelling before she replied in the same whispered voice.

“Yeah, I know,” 

anonymous asked:

Could you do a vampire!lafferson Drabble where the reader somehow becomes a vampire? :o I don't know much about how someone becomes a vampire, but I think it would be cool!

lol! i had to google this bc i don’t know anything about vampires!!! hope this was okay :)

“Are you sure you want this?” Thomas asked you, gently pushing you down onto the floor. You took a deep breath, tried to relax as you looked up at the two men just above you. Laf looked terrified. Thomas was eerily calm. 

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Don’t Leave Me Again.

Small, unbeta’ed fics. One for every hiatus day. Mostly canon-verse.
Read the whole collection of fics here.
Day 8: 1 June 2017 √

She is lying on the couch, sketching the river they found the other day and a map to remember how to get there again when Madi storms in the room and startles her.

“Clarke! You need you come! Now!” The girl says loudly from the door, eyes filled with panic.

Clarke quickly places her sketchbook next to her and runs to her friend, “What is it?” She asks worried.

Madi doesn’t even answer. She grabs Clarke’s wrist and tugs her towards the exit of the lab and outside. Clarke doesn’t resists much, she runs behind the girl carefully not to lose her footing.

“Madi, what happened?” Clarke asks again, looking around them as the girl guides her through the forest.

The girl glances at Clarke over her shoulder, “I think I hurt a new nightblood.” She explains, voice low and scared.

Clarke stops and Madi almost falls from getting pulled back with Clarke’s hand. She turns to face her, “A new one?” Clarke asks surprised.

Madi nods, “Yes. I haven’t seen him before. He must have came to this side the past few days we were away. He came from behind me startled and I hit him on the face. He fell back and hit his head on a rock.” She explains panicked. “Come on, Clarke. We’re almost there.” Madi insists and waves Clarke to follow her as she turns away again.

They stop running a minute or two later but no one is there. “He should have been here.” The young girl tells, searching around for the man she hit.

“Maybe he got scared and ran away.” Clarke proposes, standing by Madi’s side.

The girl lowers her gaze to the ground, “I’m sorry, Clarke. I didn’t mean to scare him. Or hurt him.”

Clarke knees down to Madi’s height and hold her from her shoulders, “Hey. It’s okay. He will probably come back soon. Maybe he has his own group of nightbloods and went to tell them-”

“Clarke?” A voice from behind them calls and Clarke’s heart stops beating. Her eyes open wide from the shock and all the memories come back at once, making her want to blast off with joy.

She slowly turns around, afraid that he won’t be there and that her mind is playing games with her again. But all her fears go away as she meets those chocolate eyes again after six years. 

He stands there, frozen and staring at her. he hasn’t changed much, his hair are shorter than now and he has lost a lot of weight. He has grown to be a handsome twenty-nine years old man just like she had imagined him to be.

Neither of them seem to be able to move. They just stand there, staring at each other and hoping that the other will make the first move. At the end, it’s Clarke’s leg that take her to him. She crashes on him a moment after he opens his arms for her, burying her face in his neck and arms wound around it, squeezing his so tight as if he will slip through her grip soon.

His arms go around her back, lifting her off the ground floor and holding her tight against him. A moment never allowed himself to dream because he knew it would never happened. Never in his life he was so happy he was wrong.

“You’re alive.” He whispers in her hair, burying his face farther into them till his lips touch her neck too. “You’re alive.” He repeats again and again till his voice dies and his eyes burn with  fat tears.

Clarke is crying too, soundlessly but nonstop too. “You came back. I knew you would.” She says against his brown skin, a color she wished she to have when drawing with charcoal.

Suddenly Bellamy’s knees can no longer hold them up and together they sink on the ground, still holding and crying tears of joy and relief. It’s Clarke the one letting go first and she leans back just enough to rest her forehead against his and cup his face, caressing his face.

One of Bellamy’s hands lift up and cup the side of her neck, caressing the soft skin there. They both are out of air, breathing heavily and staring at each others eyes. “I missed you so much.” Clarke whispers, wiping away the blood from the wound on side of his face, “I have been waiting for this moment for-”

She never finished her sentence. Because Bellamy pushes forward and  crashes his lips on hers, kissing every bit of them like it’s the only thing that keep him alive. Maybe it was and he didn’t know it till now.

“I thought you were dead.” He says between the kisses, “I thought you were dead and I would never get to do this.”

Clarke smiles against his lips and slowly pulls back, wiping away the tears from his cheek, “I’m here.” She sighs, “I’m here now. Please don’t leave me again.”

I Know-Corbyn Besson

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“Anything exciting over there on your end?” Corbyn asks from his side on the couch. Currently, you and your best friend Corbyn were doing nothing other than scrolling through your phones.

“Nope, not really. Jake and Marnie broke up for the seventh time.” you laugh and cross your legs on top of Corbyn’s, which met yours in the middle of his small love seat.

This was a typical Friday night for the two of you: hanging around Corbyn’s house until you found something better to do, which you usually didn’t. Killing time was your specialty, and you liked it most when you did it with Corbyn.

Just when you thought you would spend yet another night doing nothing, Corbyn spoke up. “Tyler’s throwing a party.” he said non-nonchalantly but by the tone of his voice, you could tell he wanted to go.

“Tyler Linderman?” you ask, referring to the doe-eyed jock who sat next to you in Physics class. “Yeah. Its going to be small, more of a kick back. You in?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Eh, I’d rather wait until your mom gets home and ask her to cook us some pasta.” “Come on, (Y/N). The school year is almost over and we’ve only been to like three parties.” he complained, nudging you with his feet for emphasis.

“Yeah and the last one ended with you puking in my lap!” you said, annoyance in your tone but a smile on your face. “True, buuuut, I did help you clean it up.” he said trying to make a point.

“Fine. I’ll go with you to Tyler’s but I’m not wearing this.” you gesture to your outfit of holey leggings and a Virginia State University t-shirt. “Hold on. I’m gonna go change and then I’ll take you home so you can too. Deal?” 

“Deal.” you agreed and Corbyn got up from the couch and disappeared into his room. The second he got up, you stretched your legs, finally having enough room to yourself.

Your eyes scanned his living room and you smiled at all of the pictures of you Corbyn’s parents had put up. You and Corbyn had been best friends since childhood and you did everything together since you were five.

“Okay I’m ready. Let’s go.” Corbyn said as he walked past you on the couch and headed for the door. You sat up and Corbyn threw your shoes toward the couch. “Ready.” you said before following him out the door.


“Oh my God, give me the aux cord.” you complain as Corbyn jams out to another overplayed song on the radio. “No, your music is depressing!” he whines, and you don’t really deny it because its mostly true.

“Shut up.” you say as you snatch the aux from his hands, quickly plugging in your phone. You decide to take a chance and put your music on shuffle. Instead of looking at the screen, you wait to guess what’s playing.

“Khalid!” Corbyn says excitedly and you nod as you recognize the lyrics to the song 8TEEN. “This whole album is gold.” you gush and Corbyn quickly agrees. “We should go see one of his shows.” 

“Yeah because my parents would totally let me go on a road trip with you.” you scoff playfully. Your parents loved Corbyn. In fact, they wanted you date him, but they were too strict to ever let you go to a concert alone with him.

“You’re right.” he admits and drapes his hands over the steering wheel. You had to give it to him, Corbyn was a really good driver. So good that you even begged him to help you practice for your own driving test.

“Okay you have ten minutes. Ten.” Corbyn repeats himself as he pulls into your driveway. “Got it. Thanks dad.” you tease and head inside to change your clothes for the party. 

After digging through your drawers and making a mess of your closet, you settle on a sleeveless body con dress. Turning to the mirror, you take out the ponytail from your hair and run your hands through it a bit and decide to leave it down.

You’re about to touch up your makeup when your phone begins to ring, Corbyn’s contact photo illuminating your screen. Ignoring his call, you apply a couple coats of mascara and head back to the car.

“Finally.” he whines impatiently as you open the car door. “Oh shut up, that was like twelve minutes.” you defend, buckling your seat belt and setting your purse on the floor by your feet.

“You look nice.” Corbyn says and you shoot him a wink. After a little bit of playful banter and another argument over music, Corbyn began driving again. This time, he headed for Tyler Linderman’s house.

“I’ve never been to Tyler’s house before.” you say, bobbing your head to the music as Corbyn focuses on the road. “Really? You guys dated in middle school.” he says, and you swear there’s a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“Yeah, in middle school. Of course we didn’t actually hang out.” you say with a laugh but Corbyn doesn’t join you. “What’s your problem all of a sudden?” You ask after a few moments of silence.

“Nothing. I just don’t like the guy.” Corbyn says in a low tone. “Okay. And you’re dragging me to his party?” you ask, getting a little annoyed with Corbyn’s attitude. 

“Whatever.” he groans and you decide to leave it alone. Reaching for your phone, you turn up the music and for the rest of the ride you and Corbyn sing along to each and every song that plays.


When you finally arrive at Tyler’s house your jaw drops as you stare at the mansion in front of you. “This is where Tyler lives?” you gape and Corbyn just nods like this house isn’t bigger than the two of yours combined.

“It’s big, I know.” he says as the car comes to a stop. Getting out of the car, you realize how big this party really is. “A kick back? Really?” you glare at Corbyn, motioning to the crowd of people all walking towards Tyler’s palace.

“It’ll be fine (Y/N). You need to have fun every once in a while.” he says and even though you agree with him, you would never admit it. “Ughhh.” is all you have time to say before Corbyn grabs your arm and leads you inside. 

You’re instantly greeted by Tyler and all of his friends. “Hey Corbyn!” they say practically in unison and Corbyn returns their smiles, making you wonder if he really dislikes Tyler as much as he says. 

After the boys were done chatting, they turned to you. “Damn (Y/N) you look good!” a boy named Isaac yells over the booming music. “Thanks I think.” you say, squinting your eyes and you notice Corbyn’s jaw clench.

“You okay?” you mouth, but he doesn’t answer you. “I’m gonna get all of us some drinks.” Corbyn says and disappears into the kitchen. “So are you and Corbyn like…?” Tyler starts but trails off, not knowing how to continue.

“Dating?” you finish for him and he smiles shyly. “No. But that’s what everyone thinks.” you say nicely. “Well, if you’re free sometime, maybe we could do something? Get dinner maybe?” Tyler suggests and you can tell he’s nervous.

“Maybe. I mean, you did dump me in the seventh grade.” you joke and he laughs as well. You suddenly begin to list the pros and cons of being with Tyler in your head as you exchange some small talk.

He’s definitely cute, sweet and funny, but you doubt that if you hang out it will escalate into something serious. You exchange numbers with him anyway before looking around for Corbyn.

“Have you seen Corbyn?” you ask, interrupting Tyler mid-sentence. “I, uh, no actually. I haven’t.” he says, taking a look around the room. “I’m sorry but I should go find him.” you excused yourself and made your way to the kitchen.

Scanning the room, it didn’t take long for you to spot your blond best friend. “Oh no.” you thought out loud. Corbyn was slung over the kitchen island, a bottle of vodka half empty in his hands.

“Heeeyyy (Y/N)!” he slurs loudly, picking himself up from the table and earning a few insults as he messes up the cups set up for the ongoing beer pong game. “Hey Corbyn. I thought you were grabbing some drinks?” 

“I was but then I thought instead of grabbing them, I could drink them!” he says proudly, a goofy grin dominating his face as he stumbled in your direction. You mentally face palm yourself, grabbing onto him to keep him from falling.

“Okay, okay.” you say as you struggle to keep him from toppling over. “Need a hand?” a familiar voice asks from behind the two of you and you turn around to find Tyler with one hand on Corbyn’s back.

“Yes please. I need to get him to his car.” you say and Tyler doesn’t hesitate before wrapping Corbyn’s shoulder around his. “Let’s go big guy.” he grunts, practically lifting Corbyn off of the ground.

“Thank you.” you get out from the other side of Corbyn as the three of you head to the door. “Hold on.” Corbyn snaps suddenly and stops both you and Tyler by sticking his feet out in front of him.

“What’s wrong? Do you need to puke?” concern was evident in your voice and this seemed to set Corbyn off even more. “Yeah, something is wrong.” he yells, turning to Tyler.

“You wanted me to leave so you could chat (Y/N) up didn’t you!!” he accuses, pushing Tyler away from him. “What? No, I mean, I got her number and I-” “You gave this prick your number?” Corbyn interrupts, squirming away from you too.

“Yeah. Why does that matter?” you ask, confusion taking over you. “Listen Corbyn, we can talk about this outside.” Tyler insists and goes to grab Corbyn’s arm but Corbyn pulls away from him fast and winds his own back instead.

Before you could react, Corbyn’s fist collides with Tyler’s jaw and you freeze in your place by the door. Tyler stumbled back, surprised for a moment before punching him back; but instead of the jaw, his fist collides with Corbyn’s eye.

“STOP!” you yell and get in between them before anymore damage can be done to either of the idiots you called your friends. “We’re leaving.” you growl, grabbing Corbyn by the arm and leading him outside.

Lucky for you, he was too busy covering his eye to fight you on this. “Sorry for everything!” you yell to Tyler, who was outside as well now, watching you drag Corbyn to his car and stuff him into the passenger seat.


“I can’t believe you right now.” you spit at Corbyn for the fifth time since you’ve been in the car. You’d been chewing him out for a whole ten minutes but you still didn’t feel like it was enough.

“I’m sorry.” he says, again, and turns to look out the window. “What’s gotten into you lately anyway?” you were less mad now and more concerned. “I-Stop the car.” he says roughly.

“No I have already wasted so much time on you tonight that I-Oh God!” you exclaim, turning to see Corbyn with a hand covering his mouth, clearly about to puke. “Sorry, one second.” you panic, finding the nearest place to pull over.

The second the car rolls to a stop, he hops out, leaving the door open for you to hear every hurl and groan. “I am never drinking again.” he says solemnly, his hand clutched to his stomach. 

“That’s what you always say. Every damn time.” you offer him a napkin from your spot in the car and he takes it, wiping his mouth thoroughly before turning back to face the open field ahead of him.

“Can you get back in the car please? I’m still mad and I would like to go home.” you say, trying to keep your cool to avoid blowing up on Corbyn again. “It’s so peaceful out here.” 

He turns and motions for you to join him but you just shake your head. “Its like midnight. Get in or I’m leaving you.” you threaten but Corbyn just smiles in response.

“You would never do that.” he says confidently and you just sigh because once again, he is completely right about you. Corbyn always was. “Come on, we can stargaze!” he exclaims before laying down on the hood of the car.

You don’t know why, but pretty soon you’re next to him on the hood of his car, pointing out all of your favorite constellations, laughing with him about the events of that night.

In this moment, everything feels right. You laying next to Corbyn, so close you can feel the warmth of his soft skin, the stars shining bright, illuminating his eyes which are undoubtedly the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen…

Slowly, your right hand inches toward him and his left hand meets you half way, your fingers effortlessly intertwining. Neither of you say anything, you know what he’s thinking and judging by how he acted tonight, you know he’s been thinking it for a while.

His hand holds yours for a little while longer, an action you once thought of as completely innocent making your heart race. He leans closer to you and you look him deeply in the eyes.

“I love you.” he says at barely a whisper and you smile at his words. “I know.” you say and he scoots even closer to you, causing the cold roof of his car to squeak.

“If you think I’m kissing you before you brush those teeth, you’re mistaken, Barf Breath.” you giggle before snuggling into him.

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Author’s Note: Finally, a CORBYN IMAGINE!! I am honestly sorry that it took me so long to write for him, it is just hard for me for some reason! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it! I got inspiration from the song 400 Lux by Lorde. :) 

chrichardrachtle  asked:

Hi! First of all, I would really like to thank you for every single bit you have written for this fandom, you're amazing. I don't know if you take prompts right now, but there's one that has stuck with me over the years and since you're my favorite fanfic writer it would mean so much if you wrote it! Here it is; setup/countdown takes place after 47 seconds. Again thanks for everything! Love, Emma

He’s so stiff against her, his arm like a vise around her shoulders, his chest like a board beneath her cheek, and she doesn’t believe it’s all wholly from the cold.

“Castle?” she calls, her voice raspy, trembling through the ice in her lungs, up the chilled hollow of her throat. “You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m right - right here,” he answers with chattering teeth, and at least he’s still shivering, still feeling enough to shake. 

She stopped trembling quite a while ago.

Kate attempts a breath, does her best to open her eyes that continue to fall closed, and uses what little strength she has to lift her hand from his chest, touch her fingers to his chin.

There’s so much she wants to say, but it’s been so different between them lately, so devastating, and he’s made it clear that whatever they once had, whatever chance they had at becoming more, is gone. But she refuses to die with words unspoken, to sin by silence - as he’d not so subtly accused her of - even as it burns to scrape the confessions out of her mouth.

“Thank you. For being there,” she rasps, the slow beat of her heart exalting for a brief moment when his head bows ever so slightly, his lips grazing the frozen tips of her fingers.

The pressure of his arm around her increases just a little more and she hums in approval. “Always.” 

And the sound of that word - their word - one she honestly never expected to hear again, not from him, has a small chunk of the ice encasing her heart melting away, allowing it a little extra time to continue beating.

“I just want - need you to know how much I love you.”

His entire body shudders beneath her and then he’s shifting, tugging her in closer. 

“W-what?” he gets out, one of his hands rising to her face, stroking at her cheek, and she fights so hard to feel it, to stay awake for it, but she’s fading too quickly.

“Love. You,” she manages, the encrusted ice coating her lashes weighing down her eyelids, but she forces another blink, has to see the crisp blues of his eyes staring down at her, the bitter shade of grey she had become so used to softening into the cerulean she’d so greatly missed. The way he’s looking at her now the only source of warmth she has left. “Missed you. Love you.”

“Oh, Kate,” he rasps, his hand clumsy at her cheek, his lips useless at her forehead. “You def-definitely can’t pass out on me now.”

She hums, but her eyes are falling closed, sleep so near-

Castle’s mouth touches her, his chapped lips scraping against hers, the heat of his tongue sparking at her bottom lip. And it has her neck aching, cracking, but she lifts her head, parts her lips, and mm, for a moment, gentle frissons of heat and clarity thawing away some of the ice. 

But not enough.

“Come on, Kate,” he mumbles, his lips brushing hers as he speaks, his breath a fraction warmer, burning her cold lips. “Stay with me this time.”

She tries to press in closer, but - but it’s all black and heavy and she can’t see anything anymore.

“Kate, open your eyes. Please, I - I love you too. You know I love you. You have to-”

“Good silver lining,” she mumbles, drifting off against his shoulder. “Not - so bad like this.”

And it isn’t, being allowed to remain curled against him in the snow, to fade slowly into the warm darkness with his love in her ear. Better than the bullet she would have expected to kill her at its next chance.

His cheek hits the top of her head, the last thing she feels, and she sighs out a final breath of contentment.


He emerges from the ambulance with a matching blanket around his shoulders and she manages a smile for him, unsure of how much he remembers from the freezer, if karma has come for her and erased her love from his mind as she had done with his a near year ago. 

But despite the hypothermia she knows he’s suffering from, Castle strides up to her with purpose, the blanket slipping from his shoulders once he reaches her and lifts his hands to her face.

Kate breathes a sigh of relief into his mouth when he kisses her, no preamble or hesitation, only the certain press of his lips spreading heat through the chilled parts of her. 

He reluctantly pulls back at the whistles from Ryan and Esposito, but Beckett arches on her toes, swallows his quiet groan as she sucks on his upper lip. 

“You really love me,” he mumbles, staining the statement against her lips, question and awe in his voice, and Kate nods her head. 

“Yes,” she breathes, opening her eyes to see into the ones looking down at her. “Wasn’t just a deathbed confession.”

“Neither was mine,” he murmurs, narrowing his gaze on her as his thumbs stroke along her cheeks. “I love you too, Kate.”

Her mouth spreads into a smile that she seals to his, one of her hands abandoning the clutch of her blanket to cup the back of his neck-

“Hey, lovebirds,” Fallon calls with a snap of his fingers and Beckett sighs, presses a final kiss to the corner of Castle’s mouth before descending back to the balls of her feet. “Hate to interrupt the celebration of survival here, but we’ve got work to do.”

“After,” Castle whispers, his hands slipping down to her shoulders, squeezing warmth into her stiff bones.

“After,” she echoes, splaying her hands at his sides and biting down on her bottom lip to conceal the smirk curling there. “Won’t ever let you feel cold again while you’re with me.”

Lovely embers of heat spark through his eyes and Castle leans in to push a hard kiss to her mouth. 

“Thank god we lived.”

She breathes a laugh against his lips before she draws back, steals his hand from her shoulder and twines their fingers, grateful for the warmth, the ability to feel the fit of his hand in hers and the flame that travels through her veins, heating her blood. 

“Hurry, Beckett,” he murmurs, dragging her along with him towards Agent Fallon. “The quicker we save the city, the quicker you get to warm me up.”

methods of destruction

au: she’s gone, and she’s never coming back.
warnings: major character death(s), suicidal ideation, violence
word count: 1951

[day 1]

He breathes.

His throat burns with the weight of the heavy air that doesn’t want to leave his lungs, and his eyes are unfamiliar and salt-soaked. He feels like a stranger in this grieving body, a numb observer behind the panic and tears. His unsure hands shift from tugging at his hair to gripping his neck with enough intensity to crack bone. He glances at her, horrified to look but unable to stop.

She doesn’t move from her cocoon of blankets, mouth parted slightly, hair sprawled out on her pillow. She could’ve been sleeping, if not for her half-lidded, glassy stare.

“It was me?” He asks her softly, voice wavering. “You’re fuckin’ joking.”

Natalie doesn’t reply, just keeps looking at him with unseeing eyes.

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anonymous asked:

You remember how mick says he and len don't have heart to hearts? Well do you think they did when they younger and as they got older it changed? Under what circumstances do you think they would have a heart to heart?

So I know this isn’t what you’re aiming for…. but this is where I had to take it. #sorrynotsorry

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anonymous asked:

Marcoace - Magical Tattoo AU where touching someone's tattoos leads to a reaction if the person is your soulmate (like line art turning into color, a dragon flying?)

“You know,” Law says tapping the thick black lines on Ace’s back where his tattoos started and where still unfinished. “You are going to have to let me finish those up at some point. It’s a shame to leave the flames half finished.”

Ace slaps his hand away, “I don’t know where your fingers have been recently and I don’t want them on me, first of all,” Law smirks. “And secondly, I don’t want it to be finished yet.”

“He’s waiting for his soulmate,” Sabo says yawning into his shot glass and frowning at it like he wanted to trade it for espresso. “After what happened with your tattoos, he’s been playing with the idea of seeing what would happen with them, you know.”

“Ah, I suppose that’s true. I mean even I didn’t know that this would happen when I met mine. The completion of my tattoos was certainly not what I expected.”

Sabo hums, “And Luffy’s got more elaborate too.”

“Did it? I didn’t know what it looked like before we had met.”

“Can we not,” Ace mutters frowning at them both. “I like to pretend that our sweet little brother will never be interested in anything like Law. No offense, Trafalgar.”

“But I’m a creepy asshole?”

“Basically,” Ace agrees smirking as he lifts his bottle to his mouth. “He’s an idiot, but Lu loves you for some reason and I can’t believe you would do something stupid to hurt him.”

Law stares at him for a long moment, “You are far too willing to let me be as long as I protect and care about your little brother.”

“He knows we can kill you if you don’t,” Sabo says brightly. “Do you think they have coffee here?”

“Coffee liquor,” Law offers his own drink for Sabo to try. “But I’m not sure how much coffee there might honestly be in it.”

Sabo makes a pleased face at the taste, “I want one, help me order one. I want one of these now please.” They both glance at Ace. “Do you mind holding the table?”

“I can. Go get your fake coffee,” Ace yawns leaning back in his seat and rolling his shoulders and relaxing into his chair. “I’ll be here.”

“If you’re sure?” Sabo asks slowly.

Ace rolls his eyes, “I’m not going to leave and I’m going to stay here, okay? Just go and get some coffee liquor.”

“Fine, we’re going,” Law promises dragging Sabo with him. “Come on, it’ll take ages to get the bartender’s attention to begin with.”

Ace rolls his eyes as they both vanish into the crowd, hurrying to get to the bar and talking as they went, friendly in a way that Ace knows he’ll never be with Law. He can be friendly but not friends and that’s something that he’s been sure of since Luffy came home talking about how he met his soulmate dragging Law along behind him. And he had liked Law before that.

“Fuck,” Ace jolts out of his seat barely moving before a number of drinks dump down into his seat. “I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Ace agrees already bending down to help the man pick up the numerous cups and fruit slices that took up the chair that he had been sitting in. “You don’t look like a waiter.”

“I’m not,” He sighs tiredly. “My siblings demanded that I grab the drinks. I don’t even know what I tripped over just now. I am so sorry for the mess.”

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m not hurt and I’m not covered in booze, so there’s that too,” Ace says smiling. “Ace, I’m Ace.”

“Marco,” He says accepting the hand that Ace holds out and shaking it, blinking slowly. “Was- I-”

Ace glances down, following Marco’s gaze and blinking slowly at the bright colors filling in the bare portions of his tattoo, “Oh,” His hand grips Marco’s tighter. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Marco says smiling in confusion. “I-Would you like to meet for breakfast? I, tonight’s too late and we need to have time, but would you like to? It would be good to know you.”

“You too. I want to get to know you too.”

sparklingpidge  asked:

Uhm... what about a... secret dating AU? I don't know how it's called but Pidge and Lance are dating and keeping it a secret from the rest of the team Or maybe a first kiss thing?

AHAHAHAHA i combined.. em… hope it’s ok qq

They had a list of excuses set up in case they got caught, because privacy was non-existent in the castle ship.

Cuddling? It’s cold in space.

Holding hands? Pidge was taking Lance to show him some cool stars.


To be fair, Pidge didn’t imagine their first kiss attempt to involve a witness.

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