i heard it was his week or something


I started watching markiplier only a few weeks ago, and am trying to figure it all out.

I’ve heard about the community, but dont know where it is(is it on a different platform or something?),or how to join.

I only started watching after the make a wish vlog,and have seen nothing older than that. Does anyone have any suggestions for some older videos to watch?

If anyone could give me a hand, i’d really appreciate it!

forest elves and minotaurs

a little something i wrote for @incaseyouart​‘s phan elf au ,, enjoy !!

summary: ((it’s literally just the verbal form of this post here)

words: 1.4k

t/w: none

((it starts a little slow but bare with aha)

Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.

Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself

Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsaken area of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.

It was more the atmosphere of it all. 

The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths. 

Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf.
Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.

The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.

Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too. 

Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.


He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.

He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter. 

Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious. 

Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.

As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.

He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light.
It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps. 

And he was glowing.

The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.

It made Dan stop and stare.

He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.

Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol. 

“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).

“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”

“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully. 

“Thank you,” Phil said.

“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.

“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.

“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”

Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.

“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.

“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.

“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.

“Ah, no.”

“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.

Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”

Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.

“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.

“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.

“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”

“Perfect!” Dan smiled.

Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.

“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”

“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.

“Nice to meet you, Dan!”

“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”

“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.

“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.

“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.

They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.

“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.


Weasly twins x Reader

“You’ve got that look.” You whispered as Fred and George stared at Umbridge.

“Oh, no we’re just paying attention.” George smiled at you and cocked his head.

“Yes, paying attention, no devious plans in the making at all.” Fred grinned at you and you groaned.

“If I get detention in the first week of school I will not be happy with you two, every time your brother and his friends start something fun I’m stuck in detention because of you two.” You huffed and they laughed, handing over a desert from their side of the table.

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request: Can you write something about best friend harry!


“You promise you’ll come?”

“Come on, love, have a little faith. I would cross an ocean to get to that gallery opening.”

I smirked at his joke, “Yes, Harry, that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”

I heard him chuckle on the other line, “I’ll be there. Promise.”


That was a week ago. I hadn’t talked to him much since and now we were nearing the end of the gallery opening. No sign of Harry. I checked my phone; no missed calls or texts. I tried calling him myself and only got his voicemail.

"Hi! Gallery opening today! Call me when you land, I just want to know if you got in safely.”

“Hey it’s me, just wondering when you’ll be here so I can let the curator know when to look for you.”

“Hi, me again, all the photos of you sold pretty quickly, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I think most people are more here for you than me. Anyway, call me back please.”

“There’s only a few people left here and the gallery closes in an hour. Where are you?”

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“Universe is not a real last name!?”

Garnet voice: “It was… pretty obvious.”

Space walnut?


“They’re illegal aliens!? You couldn’t even marry an American?”

God damnit. God fucking damnit.


Just great.

Yeah I’m with you on this one buddy.

So hey I heard that Westworld show was pretty good.

Anyone checked it out?

Sigh…. okay.

Let me share something about my own family. We’ve had a pretty rough time these past weeks, between the death of my grandpa and something else we’re pretty stressed.

That something else involves my father, someone quite a lot like Andy. My mom is obviously divorced from him and he lives with his new wife and my baby step brother. Yesterday a letter arrived in the mail, a letter from the catholic church certifying the divorce after more than 15 years and giving my dad permission to marry through church again, something he’s been waiting to do for a long time to please his extremely catholic wife.

Now this wouldn’t be a problem and neither me or my mom would give a shit normally, since we’re both from a catholic family and we grew under those values and we appreciate them. Problem is, to get that letter my dad had to make a few, very inflammatory, very unjust and very untrue accusations against my mom, so the church would deem her un-catholic enough to take pity on my dad and give him another chance.

And that’s pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back. My sister who until recently was kind of scared of standing up to our dad told him to fuck off, I cut off all communications with him and my mom is just doing her thing.

This happened yesterday.

So I really, really hope you understand why I’m not feeling like enjoying this episode today, and I’m pretty sure I won’t have a great time with it no matter what development or conclusion it has. I really don’t want another Alone at Sea shitstorm so I just wanted to let everyone know beforehand.

Thanks for understanding.

7. Chocolate // Nurseydex

« {Part 7 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: Written in part for Nursey Week. I used prompt 1, “Mistake”. Slight nsfw themes in this one.

“Oh, shit.”

Dex heard Nursey swear from the kitchen, sighed, and shut his laptop. This couldn’t be good.

“You okay?” Dex called, getting up from the green couch. “You didn’t drop the cookies or something, did you?”

He walked into the kitchen and saw Nursey, standing next to the counter, holding a burst piping bag and absolutely covered in chocolate icing. He looked a little stunned. Dex couldn’t help but laugh. Of all the many mistakes Nursey had made since Dex had known him, this one definitely ranked up in Dex’s top five favorites.

“What did you do?” Dex snickered. “It’s in your hair, how the fuck did you even get it there?”

“Uh,” Nursey said. He put down the broken bag. “I guess—I guess I just squeezed the bag too hard.”

The icing was on Nursey’s face, his hands, his neck, and his arms, but most of it had made its way onto his shirt. “You should probably deal with that,” Dex suggested. He pointed at Nursey’s chest. “You know, before it stains.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nursey said. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

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Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 8

Please read part 1, part 2,  part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6  and part 7 so this will make sense


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 9

The room was suddenly filled with yelling. Jimin was complaining that Taehyung had replaced his shampoo with glue, Taehyung was saying that Jimin deserved it after what happened last week, and Seokjin tolerated it for a grand total of thirty seconds.

“Enough!” He snapped, and both of them stopped. “This is serious, and I don’t have time for you two to act like children!” He ran a hand through his hair. “And who the hell is this—“ He turned to you, ready to keep yelling. Your eyes widened, unsure of what to do. Should you run? He didn’t exactly look happy to see you, and you stood uneasily.

“What. Are you doing. In my house?” He said slowly.

“Taehyung invited me over for tea.” You said truthfully.

Seokjin turned his glare to Taehyung. “Do you have a death wish?” He asked. “Because you know what’s going to happen when Yoongi finds out.”

“Jimin told her we’re part of the Mob.” Taehyung said quickly. “Not my fault.”

“What, I have to die with you? Is that it?” Jimin yelled in protest.

“I think I’m just gonna go now.” You said, taking a step backwards toward the door.

“Shut up. Both of you.” Seokjin said, holding a hand up to Jimin and Taehyung. Then he took a step toward you, looking sympathetic. “Look, I don’t know what they told you, but it’s not the whole story. I don’t have time to explain everything right now, but—“ His hand almost touched your arm, but you pulled back quickly. Seokjins face fell as his hand dropped to his side. “Please, at least—at least don’t think of Yoongi differently?”

You didn’t respond. This was crazy, these people were crazy, and you needed to get out of there. You wondered if they would chase you if you ran out the door, if you stood half a chance at outrunning them.

Another figure appeared behind Seokjin, but whoever it was had their hood up and you couldn’t see their face.

“You wanted to talk to me?” He asked, and you couldn’t believe whose voice it was. He would help you, surely.

Jungkook brushed his hood off, assessing the room. You made eye contact with him, and you hoped he saw your silent plea for help. If he did, he didn’t show any sign of it.

“Who’s this?” He gestured at you, but directed the question at Seokjin.

“Don’t talk to me about it right now!” Seokjin yelled, and started to pace. Jungkook glanced at you, then at Jimin and Taehyung.

“Yoongi’s coworker.” Taehyung said helpfully.

“Taehyung had the brilliant idea of inviting her over for tea.” Jimin added, then his eyes widened. You looked at what had Jimin so rattled, and saw Seokjin aiming a pistol at Jimin.

“Stop talking now, please.” Seokjin said sweetly, before putting the gun away again.

“Do they know what’s going on?” Jungkook asked Seokjin, and he shook his head. “You.” Jungkook said to you. “You can’t be here.”

“That’s fine.” You said, relieved. “I was about to leave anyway.”

“I’ll show you out.” You caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes as he quickly made his way over to you, grabbing you by the elbow and dragging you out the door. He waited until you were outside the gate to let go of your arm.

“The hell was that?” You demanded, rubbing where he had gripped you.

“Didn’t you hear anything I told you?” Jungkook half yelled. “Or do you just not care what happens?” He shoved you hard enough to make you take several steps back.

“Back off!” You huffed. “What is your problem?”

You are my problem!” He said, jabbing a finger at you. “You are the one who needs to back off. Stop involving yourself in things you don’t understand. People are going to get hurt.”

“You could have told me.” You said, anger rising in your voice. “You could have told me all of this, and you know what? Maybe I would have listened. Maybe, if you had given me some reason to believe you, or an actual explanation instead of just telling me “Yoongi is dangerous”, I would have stayed away.” You were suddenly aware of tears pricking your eyes, and you blinked them away angrily. “You could have told me!”

Jungkooks rage seemed to have ebbed slightly, and he sighed. “Go home. Or don’t. Do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore.” He turned and walked away, leaving you standing there.

The walk back to your college felt particularly long. At first, you were going to just go back to your dorm and curl up under your covers. But as you approached the school, you found yourself wandering back to the library.

Yoongi was there still, reading a book at his desk with his feet on top of paperwork. He did a double take when he saw you, then sat up properly. “Hey, what are you doing back here—Did something happen?” He was around the desk in a second, and he gently tilted your chin up to look at him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You blinked at him. This guy? This slightly small framed, angry, kind, person was in some kind of mafia? This guy, who read Shakespeare for fun, and was way too emotionally attached to books?

“Yoongi?” You asked, still feeling dazed. “If you were in a gang, would you tell me?”

“Why would you even ask me that?” He frowned at you, putting the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “Are you feeling alright?”

“No.” You said simply. “But I think I’m going to stay here for a while.” And you did. You ended up staying and reading until the library closed. Yoongi checked on your regularly, but always with some excuse. At one point, he brought you a cup of tea from the café downstairs, and you frowned at it.

“I thought there was a rule against food and drink in the library.” You said, and Yoongi shrugged.

“I guess you’d better not get caught then.” He said with a smirk.

The rest of the week passed without further incidents, which you were grateful for. You put Seokjin’s business card at the bottom of a drawer and tried to forget about ever going to that madhouse. You still couldn’t quite believe any of what happened, or what had been said. But you did know you were done prying. Yoongi had warned you not to talk to Seokjin, and now you saw why.

You thought about quitting your job at the library, but never seriously. Yoongi was a good person, you were positive about that much. And if the “family business” was organized crime, and that was why Yoongi and Seokjin were no longer on speaking terms, then didn’t that mean that Yoongi was no longer part of it?

You were walking back from your last class on Friday, deep in thought when someone linked their arm in yours and whispered in your ear; “There’s a sniper aimed at your head, and you’ll be dead the second you scream. Walk with me over to that car.”

A/N Yay things happened! Haha, this chapter was so much easier to write than the last, and I’m much happier with how it turned out! Also this is my hundredth post on this blog!! Thank you all so much for the support!! It means a lot to me ;-; I’m not sure how many more chapters this will have to be honest, there’s still so much that needs to happen, but it’s already over 10k words! Has Reader decided to stop asking questions too late? Do you think Yoongi can really be trusted? As always, thank you for reading, and let me know what you think! <3</i>

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Roman Reigns Blurb request - The Haircut

Anonymous asked: Anonymous asked: Hi there! Do you think you could write something about Roman cutting his hair and you can’t decide if you like it or not because you really loved it long? He gets defensive and things get smutty when you try and make it up to him? Thank you so much!

I heard the garage door open and smiled. I hadn’t seen Roman in a few weeks since he had gone on the overseas tour while I was stuck home rehabbing a bad knee. It had sucked. Unlike most WWE relationships, we were lucky enough to be together most, if not all, of the time. I wasn’t used to him being gone for weeks at a time without me. It made me appreciate how lucky we were as compared to most others. Honestly, I didn’t know how they did it. Not seeing him for days, sometimes weeks, at a time – seems like a pretty tough gig and one hell of a strain on relationships.

Roman strolled into the kitchen and I almost choked on my coffee, spraying it everywhere as I coughed it out. “Jesus, Linds, you okay?” He rubbed my back as I continued to sputter, tears streaming out of my eyes while I tried to catch my breath.

“What…..happened…to your….hair?” I managed to get out in between coughs.

“I had the WWE stylists trim it while we were in Europe, it was out of control babe. Jericho stepped on it mid-match and almost ripped half my hair out of my head. That felt good. Besides, it’s been a long time coming.” He flashed me a quick smile as he spoke.

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How I Want You

Title: How I Want You

Paring: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 564

Warnings: being roughed up by Dean, implied smut

300 Follower Celebration by the awesome @fandommaniacx “Here’s a Dean gif for inspiration for a little drabble”  Enjoy!! I really liked writing this one so let me know if you’d like it turned into a one shot!


“Why the hell do we need so many fucking papers in this place,” you wondered aloud as you organized the millionth file cabinet in the thousandth room of the bunker this week. Without taking your eyes off the papers you reached over to your phone and answered it.


“Y/N it’s Sam, Dean’s on his way back. He just beat the shit out of this dude at the bar and the cocktail waitress left him. He’s pissed Y/N. I’m getting back as fast as I can but you better hide or something.”

You almost dropped the phone when you heard the bunker door creek open. “He’s here Sam. Get home. Fast.” You ended the call and dove for cover behind a row of file cabinets.

“Y/N? Oh come on sweetheart, since when do you run from me? Y/N?” You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to be anywhere but here at the moment. You heard his loud boots heading towards you and you tried to slow your shallow breathing. Hearing him at the door you sucked in a quick breath and closed your eyes

Dean scanned the room, seeing the open cabinet drawer and papers strewn all over the floor he smirked as he took several steps away from the room.

Hearing the sound of his boots down the hall you let out a long, slow breath. You buried your head in your hands as you started to softly cry. Why did it have to happen to Dean?

Suddenly there were two strong hands wrapped around your wrists pulling you off the ground and over Dean’s shoulder.

“Dean! No! Please! Please Dean, you gotta put me down!” Dean just smiled as his eyes went black and he carried you to his room.

Kicking the door open he literally threw you onto the bed, locking the door behind him.

“Please Dean. We can talk about this, whatever’s going on in that head of yours. We can talk it out!” Dean wasn’t paying attention as he rummaged through his drawers for what he needed.

His body stiffened as he found it and turned to you with a sinful smile. “Strip.”


He crossed the room, eyes black with rage or lust you couldn’t tell, “I said. Strip.”

Not wanting to know what would happen if you didn’t listen you obeyed. Quickly discarding your clothes as your hands shook.

“Lay down. On your back. And close your eyes.” Wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes you followed his command. You gave him one last look, hoping the fear in your face would change his mind.

Reluctantly you closed your eyes and felt him immediately wrapping something around your ankle, pulling your leg straight.

Moving to the other side he began to tie your other ankle. “I seem to remember a very drunken conversation Y/N. I believe your words were along the lines of ‘you can have me any way you want whenever you want?’ Ring a bell?”

Oh god, you had totally forgotten about that. You had hoped that had only been a dream. You gave a small nod as he took your wrists and tied them above your head.

You heard the sound of his belt being undone and clothes hitting the floor. The bed dipped as he crawled between your legs.

“Well right now, I’m going to have you how I want you, when I want you.”


But...You Are So Tiny! (Genji x Reader/ Hanzo x Reader/ McCree x Reader)

(Yes, Yes and YES!!! I think I almost passed out from how adorable this cute and possibly most interesting idea is. I love all ideas I see but this one, a tank that I am taller than by almost a foot ((I’m 5’7, still shorter than everyone on the team though)) so I would love to do this for you my most beautiful and amazing Anon!!! ^_^ Mod Firefly)



It was the first day with the newest tank on their team but something about this one made his heart race all of those times they would train together that made him want to ask them to be his beloved over 3 weeks ago. He has heard rumors about how they could look but the only ones who know what they truly look like is Mercy and Winston and that was during orientation about 3 months ago. They would work on their equipment at night when others would be sleeping.

“Are you focused Genji?” they call from the com as he nods from his location and he looks down to the payload is, knowing that in training, they are quick but today, they were on ice so it could prove to be slightly more difficult for them. “I am just keeping watch, stay with Mercy and the payload, I will attack those who try to harm you.” He says as they chuckle and he feels his insides grow warm.

“Escort the Payload.” Is announced as he sees them take off in their armor with large sword attached and ready to help Torbjörn as he defends them. Genji and Soldier decided to split up and keep eyes on the opposing team a bit easier. The other team consisted of Mei, Roadhog, Lucio, Hanzo, Tracer and McCree.

“How are things holding up?” Soldier asks (Y/N) as they laugh and say that they have already captured the next checkpoint and almost won but then Genji notices that Hanzo is about to hit them with his arrows and he goes to attack with his shurikens. “Defending your lover are we?” his brother laughs as the keep going but not before there is gunfire below and they see that McCree is about to use his ult on them.

“Get down!” He yells as he tries to deflect the bullets but it barely grazes him before he feels himself being pushed away as they are dragged away from his side by Roadhog’s hook and he uses his ult on them. “Mercy, get to them, I will ensure that this reaches the drop point.” Soldier announces as he continues on with the payload and Mercy rushes to help Genji. “Go to them, I can function.” He says as she shakes her head and there is an announcement that his team won.

“(Y/N), let’s go.” He says as Mercy finishes patching them up but they come out of their armor and they are barely taller than 4’9”, about a 2 foot difference from their armor. “Ah man! He shot the computer door compartment and I have freaking rusted parts in my vents!” They scream as Genji looks at them. “What?” They ask before looking down and realizing what he was shocked about.

“Sorry I am not some tall and dangerous machine like my equipment is but yeah, this is the real me.” They say with a blush as he hold them close, just happy that they are going to be ok.

“Let’s go Love-Birds! I am cold and I am pretty sure that I have frostbite forming!” McCree yells before he sees the short figure holding Genji’s hand as they walk. “Hey, Merc. Who is the newbie?” He asks as she smiles and rolls their eyes.


All he could hear with the explosions from the others as they practiced in the training area yet all he wanted to do was meditate because something has been bothering him for a while. It was the new tank that had recently started with the rest of the team and it bothered him because he started to develop feeling for them.

‘What is going on with me, every time they are around, all I can do is get tongue tied and I can’t even answer them.’ He thinks to himself as he finally starts to settle down for meditation. Some peace and quiet was all he wanted to clear his mind but then as he starts to calm down enough for him to enter this state, he hears something come whistling past him. His eyes shoot open and he is ready to deflect any flying parts from himself yet what he was faced with was that of a glowing shield, such as what Reinhardt would project during times of battle.

“Sorry that this flew towards you.” They mumble as they slowly grab the glowing piece of machines debris that he was saved from but it was the ticking that started to bother them. “Damn that junker’s stupid antics!” They shout as they try to throw it back to its owner but it stuck to their armor as if it was made into it. “Shimada-sama, get away quickly!” They shout as they rush outside but for some odd reason, he felt as if regret hung over him, trying to help them. He saw that they launched out of their mechanical armor and stood no taller than maybe a solid 5 feet as they landed on the balcony, holding a side arm that resembled a small archery set and watched as their hard work destroyed the flaming haired junker’s own RIPTire.

“(Y/N)-san?” The eldest Shimada started to question before he sees an arrow being pointed at him and the look of ‘you dare attack me from behind’ in their eyes. “Oh…Shimada-sama…my apologies.” They express as they quickly unhook the arrow from the string. “Y-you saved me?” He asked as they smiled with a blush on their face. “Of course I would. It was the least I could do after you saved me from Roadhog-san’s hook during the last simulation. You also saved me before that during our previous encounter with Talon. I would gladly save another if they have risked their lives for me.” They smiled as he actually bowed to them, gratefulness in his eyes and a slight blush on his cheeks.

“I would have suffered severe injuries had you not helped me like you had though I do apologize for the loss of your armor.” He says with such authority but was surprised when they bow back to him, tears evident in their eyes yet a wild blush on their face. “I would gladly take more bombs if it meant that I get to see you more often, Shimada-sama.” They say as he holds his hand out to them, wanting them to rise and he holds a smile on his usually serious face. “Please, call me Hanzo; I am no longer a leader of the Shimada Clan but I would rather like to know more about you, if you would allow me to.” He says as they take the hand gently but not before offering a small smile in return.

“I would like that very much…Hanzo-San”


“Hey, Reinhardt, whose the newbie?” He asked as he looks at an enormous person in full armor. “Ah, that is (Y/N) my friend, the newest member on our team and a tank.” He answers as he calls them over as the built person comes over in their armor. “(Y/N), this is Jesse McCree; Jesse McCree, this is (Y/N).” Reinhardt says with a smile on his face as he introduces them, having a feeling that they will start dating eventually, which surprising only happened after 2 days of talking.

It has been 3 months since they started dating the sharpshooting cowboy and they still refuse to even tell him what they look like. “Give me a clue darlin’.” He argues as they look at him and growls. “For the final time, I said no. Now stop asking questions and help me with training.” They say as he nods and grabs the loaded paintball gun, shooting them in the back with a smirk on his face as they turned around. “You better be lucky I love you.” They say as he smiles and holds up his gun.

“How about a little wager…first one to shoot Soldier in the visor during training wins and makes the loser do one thing that the winner wants.” He smiles as they growl before grabbing their gun and he can hear the smirk in their voice. “It’s on Jesse McCree. If I win, you have to tell Soldier that you were the one that set off the bombs early when we were on our last mission.” They say as he looks nervous. “I did no such thing and if I win, you are taking your pretty little rear out of your armor and I get to have a good look at you. 

“May the best agent win.” They say as they take off before Athena does the countdown, signaling the start of the training. So far, it was McCree, Soldier, Ana, Tracer, D.Va, and Pharah along with (Y/N) to practice with their guns. McCree is good and is able to shoot Pharah before she can take off, landing red paint on her back and she growls before she shoots him in the hat, leaving a golden colored paint splatter, causing him to growl and try take off after another target.

(Y/N) races past them and manages to take out D.Va with a mirage of white paint, causing her to growl and try to attack them with her own counter of pink paint. Tracer shoots at them with orange paint before she is shot by the blue and aqua paints of Soldier and Ana, who are as clean as when the match started.

“Oh Shoot…Duck!” They yell as Pharah starts to use her ult and coats the unsuspecting Ana and Tracer with paint, resulting in automatic ‘death’ in the game; leaving the 2 tanks and the 3 offense players. “Go (Y/N), you can do it love!” Tracer yells as they nod and prepare their guns to attack D.Va, covering her entire mech in paint and then seeing that when she ejected from there, she was also covered in the pink paint but managed to get some on Pharah as well. “Opps…sorry Fareeha” They say as she nods and goes to the sidelines, ready to see who will win.

“It’s down to McCree, Soldier and (Y/N) who will win?” Tracer says as she wipes the paint from her goggles as Jesse tries to distract them. “Remember the first date we went on? I think it went something like this too.” He shouts as they smile and shake their head. “You and I have different memories about that date. If I remember correctly, I was the one who defending you from getting shot whereas now I am trying to shoot you, sugar.” They use the cowboy’s pet name on him and it made him freeze.

“Stop flirting you two!” Soldier yells into the mic before he starts to shoot at them, hitting their armor and they know that one more good hit is all it will take before they are over with so they start to charge up their ult but not before they hear a combination of their worst nightmare. “It’s High Noon” and “I’ve got you in my sight” sounded from both sides of them and they knew if they wanted to let their armor survive, they need to get out now.

With a jump, they hear both guns go off but not before they managed to get a shot on both of them. The sound of 4 guns going off at the same time and then dust flying from their sudden descend made everyone stand on the edge of their seats but the victory went to McCree, who shot Soldier right in the visor and got you right in the weakness, causing him to have the overall victory.

“Way to go cowboy!” Hana shouts as he smirks at them, causing them to blush. “I won darlin’ so don’t be a sore loser and keep to our deal.” He smiles as they start to take off their armor but what surprised him was that they went from his height to barely reaching his chest when they got out of their equipment.

“Go ahead…laugh it up” They say with a slight pout as everyone looks at how their tall friend who has been head-to-head with Reinhardt was barely tall enough to reach the top shelf in the kitchen. He smiles as he looks at them then at Soldier as he tries to clean the paint from this visor. “Dammit, Solider, I owe you 20 bucks!” Jesse yells as Soldier nods before looking at them. “Sorry (Y/N), He and I had a deal and I said you were shorter while he said that you were tall.” He laughs but before they could say anything, Jesse kisses them.

Damn, guess the saying is true, you can shut anyone up with a kiss.

*- ^_^ Mod Firefly ^_^ -*

Handmade Gifts

A short Satinalia story, inspired by and dedicated to @cute-ellyna!

I told you that the whole idea for this story popped into my head… and that wasn’t quite true. I had Ellyna’s part figured out right away, but it wasn’t till your announcement that Cullen’s side instantly came to mind. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Cullen x Ellyna Lavellan

Word Count: 869

Tags: Fluffy, Romance

Link: AO3

It was a fun idea of Cullen’s; a little bit silly but very fun. They had decided that instead of buying gifts for each other, they would exchange handmade presents for Satinalia.

In the weeks leading up to the holiday, Ellyna would occasionally catch Cullen frantically stuffing something out of sight as she came to his office, and she certainly did her own scrambling when she heard the familiar heavy tread of his boots coming up the stairs. Each time they would have a silly grin on their faces, curiosity and shared amusement.

And now it was the evening of Satinalia, time to exchange the results of their efforts.

The festive air of the holiday had descended on Skyhold, and into her chambers. Some days ago, Ellyna and Cullen had created a mass of pillows and blankets before the fireplace, sharing warmed spiced apple cider or hot chocolate and cookies while relaxing before bed. It had become a haven, a cozy spot for the two of them, and so that is where they sat now.

Ellyna held the wrapped package behind her back, squirming as Cullen settled down across from her. An excited and mischievous grin was permanently plastered over her lips. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

The firelight played lovingly over Cullen, sparkling in his eyes, and she waited only until he was down before bouncing and thrusting the package at him. “Here! Happy Satinalia!”

Cullen chuckled and slowly started to unwrap it, his eyes bouncing between her animated face and his present. Finally, a bright red color was revealed, and he lifted a soft material away. It spilled down, showing itself fully, and Ellyna had to hold in her laughter at Cullen’s puzzled, priceless, expression. “It’s a scarf,” she snorted through her giggles.

It certainly didn’t look it. Cullen held the narrow end, the bottom edge twice the size of the top. And throughout all of it there were at least a dozen holes from where she had dropped stitches. “Leliana was teaching me, but I think it is safe to say I am not very good at it. You don’t have to wear it in public,” She laughed, amused at her crafting un-talents.

Cullen’s chuckle rumbled through the room and he wrapped the red monstrosity around his neck. “I think it is perfect.” He leaned in for a chaste kiss and spoke against her lips, “I will wear it with pride,” he pulled back and bobbed his head in an amusedly resigned gesture, “and probably to quite a lot of teasing.”

They both laughed again, Ellyna scooting a little closer so their knees touched. She had chosen the color well, if nothing else, she saw with pleasure. The red was a lovely foil to his golden hair, and when it was wrapped around his neck like that, no one could see the holes or the mess she had made with the size.

“Now it is your turn,” Cullen said, and she was surprised to see that he looked nervous. Cullen carefully presented her with a small box, a big green bow tying the lid in place. Ellyna peeked up at him once before pulling away the ribbon and lifting the top. Inside was a roughly but intricately carved twist of wood, details engraved into the entwined loops, a long leather necklace attached to the work.

“In Ferelden, they are called love knots,” Ellyna raised her eyes to Cullen, saw him pull out a knot in the mirror image to the one in her hands from where it had been hidden beneath his tunic. “One half for you, and one half for me. They say that when a couple wears them, that they will be always intertwined, inseparable from each other.”

“Cullen,” she breathed, deeply touched. She immediately lifted the necklace from the box, slipping it over her head. She studied it; it wasn’t perfectly symmetrical nor entirely smooth, but she could see all the hard work he had put into it. All the love he had poured into the details.

Uncharacteristically, Cullen flushed, bright pink rising to his cheeks. He self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck, and then shyly said, “It’s also… when someone carves a pair of love knots and gives one to the person they love…” Cullen’s eyes locked with hers, the hesitancy and embarrassment fading away to be replaced by a steady warmth, “It is a marriage proposal.”

Ellyna sucked in a breath, blinked. A bubbling excitement grew, her lips slowly widening. “A proposal,” she repeated.

Cullen’s smile was growing with hers. “Yes.”

“Of marriage.”


“With me.” She was almost squealing.

Cullen laughed and said, “Yes.”

Ellyna burst up, throwing her arms around her neck and shouted, “Yes!” Cullen toppled over backwards into the nest of pillows, his arms coming around her waist to hold her close as she peppered kisses along his cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anywhere she could touch. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Cullen laughed, his grin so broad and open, and he captured her lips in a deep, satisfying, loving kiss. When they came up for air, Ellyna crowed, “Best Satinalia ever!” And then her fiancé pulled her down for another very thorough kiss.

Congrats hun! I wish you two all the best!

My Fanfiction Master Post

Pillow Fort - Junkrat x Reader

Prompt: Junkrat builds a pillow fort for his s/o

A/n: Thank You @kittens4jc for requesting this! I highkey love Junkrat and I loved writing this! 

Title: Flaming pillows

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing well obviously, it has junkrat in it.

Wordcount: 589

You looked up from your work, hearing a loud clatter and an even louder groan from the other room. You laughed quietly, as Jamison was heard grumbling about something you couldn’t make out.  

You shook your head, returning to your work. You had been busy for about a week now, working on another gun for your suit. Overwatch was tiring, but was worth it. Especially since you met your, er, enthusiastic boyfriend, Jamison Fawkes - Better known as Junkrat, in the middle of battle, when he had gotten too close to his own bomb and blown himself right into you, knocking you over, violently.

“Oi, love! Can you come ‘ere?” The junker shouted from the living room.

“I’m a little busy at the moment Jamie. Can it wait?” You asked him, raising your voice slightly to be heard.

He rushed into the room. “Y/n!” He whined. “You’ve been busy all week!”

You sighed. “Jamison. I’m almost done. Ca-”

“Nope.” He giggled crazily as he picked you up, flinging you over his shoulder, his mechanical arm holding your legs and his real arm awfully close to your backside. “Jamison! HEY! Watch where you put your hands mister!”

Hey patted your bum gently, making you squeal. “JAMISON FAWKES” You hissed, hitting him on the back of the head. “Close your eyes, love.” Jamie giggled. You scoffed. “Why should I?” You waved your arms around.

“I mean honestly, yo-” Jamison interrupted you as he started spinning, “Y/n! Pleeeeeasssse?” He whined.

“Fine,” you huffed grumpily, squeezing your eyes closed. He stopped spinning and brought you into the living room, flopping you down onto what felt like a mattress. “Can I op-” You started.

“Y/n! Open your eyes!” Junkrat yelled, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around you, bringing your close. He smelt pretty bad, but you didn’t care.

You opened your eyes, gasping as your eyes landed on a pillow fort, made with chairs holding up blankets,  the mattress you were sitting on went inside. There was a sign pinned to the top of the fort at the front, which read ‘y/n and Jamie ONLY! (and maybe Mako too)’.

“Do ya like it?” He asked. “Jamie! This is amazing! Thank you!” You yelled as he pulled you into his lap, holding you tight.

You crawled into the space as the man let go and smiled as your eyes landed on a bowl of chips, a plate of fruit and two bottles of water. There was a heap of pillows and blankets and you noticed your laptop in the corner.

Junkrat looked at you warmly, giggling. “Ya been real stressed this pas’ week, so I wanted to spend some time with ya.” You smiled at him and pecked him on the lips, who was grinning, looking proud with himself.

You settled down next to the Australian and picked a movie to watch on your laptop. About half way into the movie, when Jamison was falling asleep, you sniffed, smelling something burning.

looking over at Junkrat, you realised the pillow he was leaning on had caught on fire. “Junkrat!” You gasped, laughing as he jerked up, mumbling something about not being asleep. “Your pillow’s on fire!” You laughed.

He giggled quietly and grabbed a bottle of water and poured half the contents on the pillow, shrugging. “I came prepared.”

“You’re actually telling me you expected to set something on fire?” You grinned. He looked at you blankly. “Obviously, I’m not stupid.”

“I love you.” You giggled as he pulled you close, kissing you.

Word Count: 901

Author’s Note: This was a Christmas gift I wrote for @kilismaiden, who has graciously allowed me to publish it here for everyone to enjoy. Thank you darling, I’m so glad you enjoyed it ^^

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I don’t know about you guys but I am too pumped for Shance week. Here I am, here have some cute babies. This is my first time participating in something like this so I hope I can keep up with the days to come.

Shance week Day 1: Pining/confession. 

That Guy’s My Hero!

From the moment Lance shook hands with Shiro his heart wasn’t the same. It seemed to have heard a starting gun shot and sprinted out towards who knows what. Probably Shiro. Shiro who was so so far away. Even when sitting at the table in the dining hall, Shiro right next to him, the other was so far away.

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he first heard her play this record at her mother’s house a week after her remission. 

in her mother’s living room, scully ran her fingers over the records shelved next to the books, the intricate way she looked at each title and fraying sleeve building a warm energy in the mostly-vacant room. there was something about being in someone else’s living room, he figured, that made him feel both comfortable and incredibly uneasy; though the elements of home were stacked up throughout the room, they were never the elements of his own home, of anywhere he’d lived, so all of the warmth was artificial for him even though she relished in it.

the room was dark as she pulled “new skin for the old ceremony” off of the shelf, and in the kitchen, there was a plate of warm cookies waiting for them, maggie’s little way of convincing mulder that he was welcome here even if bill was still in town, still celebrating his sister’s miraculous recovery, and still questioning how exactly she could have been saved. with the sky turning to an evening red, she took the record out of the sleeve, her hands as graceful and steady as a surgeon’s, and when she brought it onto the aging record player, she seemed practiced in her motions until she set the needle down midway through the first song, skipping the introduction altogether.

when it came to her illness, he could never question her about it, could never bring himself to ask why she gained atypical quirks or did things like this, stand silently in the living room and play a record for no reason; as “chelsea hotel no. 2″ started to play, he wondered what she could mean by this song, if she’d even meant to play it in the first place, but as he took a slow breath, the record bringing a lower pitch to the evening, he let those wonders fade away. padding over to the window, she leaned against the sill even though she had plenty enough strength to stand on her own. the record skipped on the word limousine; uncomfortably, he stayed in the middle of the room while she stuck to the edge. 

on that sunday morning, she’d asked him to come over - just for the afternoon, she’d said, a casual invitation that he would’ve taken with ease had she been in her own home, but because this was familial territory, he’d been hesitant - for reasons he didn’t know. though he figured she wanted his company, she didn’t seem to need him specifically; they’d made sandwiches for lunch, played a half-assed game of monopoly, laughed at times, all things they did normally, but he knew that his presence was replaceable, that any of her other friends could’ve come over instead. don’t ask, he told himself, but as he approached her by the window, he needed know.

“scully?” he asked quietly, deeply, in tune with the record.

half-turning, she faced him at an angle, her emotions unreadable. 

“why did you invite me out here?”

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Voodoo Balloon Winterlight

@lightsagah was staying over here for a week, and brought some things with him, including some clothes, his Pc and some other things.
But the second day i found that Balloon with his symbol on it.
I know i like Balloons, but it’s new to me that he does.
Anyways, i thought that he won’t miss one single Balloon, and so i gave it a good blow to see how it goes, it was fun how large that balloon got
Sadly i had to stop at one time when i heard something falling over, or crashing in my Questroom where Winter slept.
Let’s see what happened to him.

Troubles and Worry

Rating : T

Pairing : Mahiru x Kuro

Note : Hello everyone ! This is my first fanfiction about Mahiru and Kuro from Servamp ! They are so cute together I couldn’t help but write something about the two of them. I hope there isn’t too much mistakes ! Enjoy !

Dislcaimer : I don’t own Servamp or any of the characters (sadly …)

While the sun was finishing his race in the sky, with flamboyant and warm colors, and everybody was going home after a difficult day of work, the Sloth pair was out to do some shopping for the week and their evening meal, walking happily or lazily on the sidewalk. Like always, the light brown haired boy had a smile on his delicate face, his big chocolate eyes shining with joy when he spotted something interesting, and was humming a song that he heard in the morning, just before going to school. Unlike him, the black cat on his shoulder was yawning hard enough to break his jaw and couldn’t keep his eyelids open more than three seconds, falling asleep here and there like it was a normal thing to do. That wasn’t unusual. After all, Kuro’s real name wasn’t Sleepy Ash for nothing. Even if it could have seemed troublesome at first, because he couldn’t do a single thing by himself and that he could be annoying sometimes, slumped on the sofa, leaving all the chores to his Eve, the young man didn’t thought it was a bad thing to have him in the apartment. He had company and a friend to talk to when needed. He didn’t regret that day when he picked the dirty feline. He felt whole again with the bluenette by his side. However, Mahiru was a bit concerned by his behavior since their last fight against Tsubaki’s subclasses, and he hoped that everything was fine with his Servamp or that he would talk about whatever was on his mind to him. It was hard to make him talk, even if it was for a simple word like ‘Thank you’ or 'Goodmorning’, and the boy feared that his nerves would let go at some point and that he would hurt himself pretty badly.

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Bitten by the Lonely (Part 2)

Bitten by the Lonely ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Setting : Golden Age - 3 years after the first book

****Requested: Yes

Both Edmund and Reader are 16.

Read Part 1: Click me!

It’s been a week after the ball in Archenland, and now the Pevensies and Y/N are back in Narnia.

Y/N went back to ignoring Edmund, who kept on thinking back to what her note meant.

“I’ve been bitten by the lonely, but I’m not the only one.” What in Aslan’s mane does that mean?

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I never have caffeine in the afternoons, but…

Man, I have been so tired this week. I just don’t have it in me to go to the gym today.  I should…but it’s cold, and I’m tired, and tonight’s dinner has a long cook time, so I am taking the night off.  I barely had five minutes to sit down and answer emails at work today, so I’m calling it justifiable. I’ll probably get all my steps in by the end of the day and I carried a bunch of heavy boxes…that counts for something, right? Pssst…I also have a meeting with our board president next week to talk about my boss.  She’s “heard some things” and asked to speak to me about the boss’ performance. *happy dance* You’d better bet I’m taking some time to compile the examples I’ve been stockpiling of her ineptness. 

One of my older, regular volunteers came in today worried about an “emergency” voicemail that was left on his phone about some sort of email extension plan that he didn’t pay for??  He was supposed to call right away and pay or his email service would be stopped before the end of the month.  He has gmail. :/  I was so pissed off because I HATE these scams that target the elderly.  But, I was SO GLAD that he felt like he could come by the office and ask about it even though this isn’t even his regular day to volunteer. <3

The bad news about all of my book fair shifts this week is that there were a TON of parents–multiple people each day–who no-showed, many without calling.  That is super shitty.  The good news is that most days I was able to stay longer to fill in and now I have all of our family’s required hours for the whole year!  No extra bill!  Yay!

The husband’s noticed that I’ve been dragging around a bit this week, so last night he asked me how he could make things better.  I told him that he could take me on a date…and then bring me home for dessert (but, after actual dessert because…I mean, come on, it’s dessert)! So, I have a hot date this weekend with an incredibly sexy man who I know will take me somewhere I’ll enjoy, engage me in great conversation while we’re out, and then rock my world when we get home.  Doesn’t get much better than that. ;)