i really just can't wrap my head around it at all

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“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.

“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”

“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.

“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.

“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”

“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.

It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.

Just him, and Garfield.

From the corner, it growled.

Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.

MY END OF THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED

It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”

I WILL FEED

Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”

YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.

“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”

MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.

“Would chicken be okay?”

UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.

“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”

YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.

“—but you can’t eat Lyman.”

I͇̤͜ ̭̩W̨͕̪̠͙I̧̫͍͕̤̥̥̥L̜̜̭͔̪͢L̡͉͍͍͓̣ ͇F̤̜E̤̱̼̩͙̺͢E̥̳̫D̯͚̰ͅ

The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.

There was a chiming sound.

WHAT WAS THAT

“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”

FOOD

“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”

Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.

“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”

Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.

I SMELL MEAT

Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”

GIVE IT TO ME

“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.

WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.

“… cheese?”

The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.

WE DO NOT HAVE THIS

“You don’t have cheese in hell?”

It nodded again.

“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.

UNTIL YOU ARE SATISFIED

“Until I’m satisfied?”

YOU MUST FEED ME TO SATISFY YOUR HUNGER

Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”

IT WAS NOT

“If you leave, I get fired?”

PERHAPS

“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”

DO YOU BELIEVE YOUR SKILL IS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU DESIRE

Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”

It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.

YOU WILL HAVE RICHES BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS it said in truffle oil and fur and gold. SO LONG AS I AM FED YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HUNGER

Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.

It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.

YES YOU ARE



Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance


“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.


The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.


Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

Day One: Homesickness

Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)

Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).


“Come on Lance, one more time! You need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!” Allura shouted down from the observation deck.

The quiet groans of his teammates filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style. He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at him.

Lance sighed, side stepping the bot and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking together.

“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!” Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”

Lance took a shaky breath, shooting a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”

Before the bot could get any closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds, the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Lance ripped off his helmet and chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us this way, we’re the only reason you’re not dead or still in those stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”

His voice broke and his lip quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”

He swallowed and spun on his heel, storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”

They remained silent for a moment, glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at least.”

“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.

Keith nodded silently, rubbing a hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura, we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”

“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered. “And Lance…”

Shiro spoke for the first time. “Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”

“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he didn’t snap before this.”

Allura swallowed. “I’m…”

“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”

“But you have to remember that we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot. “There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”

Allura bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I should go-”

“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get dinner.”

She and Coran studied the paladins for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.

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Svt reacting to their gf sneaking into their bed to cuddle when they can't sleep

requested by anon: “Hello~~ Can you do a reaction when it’s really late, their crush can’t sleep, so she sneak in their bed and cuddle with them please? Thanks!😊❤”

Seungcheol- He’d be hella surprised but probably sit up and give you a hug and then go in search for some warm milk or something else to help you sleep before pulling you to his side and going back to bed with his hand in yours and a light kiss on the forehead.

“If you ever can’t sleep again, you can just tell me.”

Originally posted by imbangnzelo

Jeonghan- Doesn’t even flinch or wake up, the nap master just reaches out for you and pulls you closer holding you in his arms without even opening his eyes or waking up. You can try to struggle, but Jeonghan has you wrapped tightly in his arms, no escaping now.

“Next time, let’s do this in your bed, it’s comfier." 

Originally posted by cutiepatoodieart

Joshua- Joshua would be surprised and ask you if anything was wrong and once you told him you couldn’t sleep, he’d just give you a gentle laugh and hold you to his chest with his chin resting on the top of your head waiting for you to fall asleep.

"I’m probably not going to let go all night, hope that’s ok with you.”

Originally posted by jisooosgf

Junhui- Jun would be surprised too, but he’d turn to face you and prop himself up on one elbow to watch you. He’d give you all the cuddles you want and play with your hair and kiss your nose before settling back in bed and throwing the blanket over the both of you.

“You know, this isn’t so bad sharing the blanket… We should do it more.”

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Soonyoung- He’d be giggling in his sleep like crazy until he woke up and saw that it was you. Then he’d tickle you and make you laugh and then suggest y'all build a pillow fort around the bed to keep out the monsters and bed bugs and you’d both be so tired, you both fall asleep on top of each other.

“Don’t worry, pretty sure monsters are scared of cuddles.”

Originally posted by minghaon

Wonwoo- He’d probably be worried that you couldn’t sleep and ask you if you’d want to just stay and cuddle. Then he’d read or tell you a story that he recently found and hold you with one arm wrapped around you and your head on his chest staring up at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

“‘The field seemed to stand still waiting for the return of the night and when the sun set, beauty awaited him in his dreams.’”

Originally posted by imaginetheseidiots

Jihoon- Probably the one that can’t sleep and is up doing something or just staring at the ceiling by the time he realizes you can’t sleep too. He’d laugh and lightly tease you but hold you comfortably in his arms and pat your head telling you to go to sleep and assuring you that he won’t go anywhere.

“It’s bad enough that I can’t get enough sleep, you should rest more.”

Originally posted by kihyyn

Seokmin- Might scream, the frightened sunshine until he saw it was you, then he’d be so relieved he’d hold you tight and not even care how late it was and insist you stay while he snuggled up to you while smiling like crazy and continually asking himself if you were just a really good dream.

“I must be dreaming, it’s too good for it to be real.”

Originally posted by leeseok-mine

Mingyu- Mingyu wouldn’t be too surprised to see you but he’d sure be a really happy puppy to know that you just wanted to cuddle because you couldn’t sleep. Probably wouldn’t be able to sleep either with the excitement of being able to hold you in his arms and happily pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t go, let’s just try to sleep tonight.”

Originally posted by indigyu

Minghao- He’d find you too cute to resist and would immediately scoot over until he was almost on the edge of the bed to make room for you and turn to face you snaking his arms around your waist to give you a hug and brush your hair back so he could kiss your nose and tell you to sleep.

“You’re cute and cute things need their sleep, so quickly now. Sleep.”

Originally posted by dinfluenza

Seungkwan- He’d be so, so happy that you were there, too much excitement for sleep, he’d pull you up and maybe jump around on the bed for a little and give you lots of cuddles while giggling, maybe even a pillow fight before he realizes how late it is.

“YAH, y/n! Next time you can’t sleep, come over earlier, but we should really sleep now, come here, I’ll hold on to you.”

Originally posted by kyungminie

Hansol- He’s too cute, he’d pretend to be sleeping and every once in a while he’ll take a peek at you by opening one eye and shutting it immediately if you catch him giggling and staring at you. He’ll just continue pretending to sleep and yawn while stretching his arms out to pull you closer.

“Well, since you’re here, you might as well just stay in my arms so I can fall back asleep.”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Chan- He’d be pretty flustered to see you so late at night but he’d break into a huge groggy smile and hold his arms open for you to sidle into. He’s a tired bb, probably would try to say something to you but end up falling back asleep with you next to him and a smile still on his face.

“Mmmm, it’s late just sleep and we can talk tomorrow.”

Originally posted by tekukii

MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

Keeping Your End of the Bargain

I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises. 

Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:

He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.

Enjoy.

Originally posted by wrcngchcice


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Erased

This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha
which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.

This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.

aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.


Lance’s leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to look at it just made him feel worse than before. 

Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of the five of them who could still stand on two feet.

But Lance couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.

They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at that— he was the one to land a shot there.

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whoops, my hand slipped and here is a much more fic-like set of bullet points that i don’t have to heart to actually turn into a fic. part of a trilogy it seems.

one | two | three (THIS ONE!) | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • something to know about michelle: she’s very good at keeping secrets
  • once, when she was eight years old, her older brother broke the brand new watch his parents had gotten him for christmas. he begged her not to tell anyone, most especially their parents or her four year old sister who would undoubtedly tattle to their parents. she never spoke a word of it to anyone and helped him fix it as best they could so that her parents never found out.
  • then, when she was eleven, she had the biggest crush on this one girl in her class, layla. and one day, one of her best friends alex told her that he had a crush on layla. so she never spoke a word of her crush, nor of alex’s, to anyone. that is, until one day alex and layla walked around the playground at lunch time holding hands and told everyone they were now dating.
  • and then after she moved to new york, spent the year trying to find a place for herself, and then finally found and joined academic decathlon, she met peter parker and liz allan. and she knew immediately that peter parker liked liz. he always stared at her during practice and smiled at her whenever she glanced at him. she heard him talking about her at lunch. everyone knew that peter had a crush on liz. but one day after practice, she was in the bathroom stall when liz and her friend betty walked into the restoom, chatting.
  • “oh my goodness I can’t believe you have a crush on that freshman.” betty scoffed. “really liz, like half the junior class is in love with you and you’ve got heart eyes for the scrawny kid from, what is it, queens?”
  • “he’s really sweet!” liz laughed. “I think he’s really cute. he’s always nice to me. can’t I like someone who also likes me? is that really a crime?”
  • “of course not.” betty sighed. “I’m just saying. he’s a freshman, you’re a junior. in two years, you’ll be going to college and he will still be here. do you really want that?”
  • “I don’t know.” liz replied, pausing for a while before michelle heard the sink start to run water. “peter is really sweet and smart. i’d like to see what could happen.”
  • “fine, fine.” betty laughs. “but don’t wait for that boy to ask you out because he seems shocked every time you even look his way.” they both laugh and with that, walk out of the bathroom.
  • michelle never spoke of that incident to anyone either. so, she’s good at keeping quiet when she needs to be. which is why she never tells peter that she knows. knows that he spends his time stopping bank robberies, muggings, and helping old ladies cross the street. knows that he saved her friends in washington dc. knows that he’s the reason liz’s dad went to prison and she had to move to oregon. she doesn’t tell anyone this. not even peter.

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breyito  asked:

Hi, I know its monday and you probably have tons of things to do, but could I get some fluff, please? It's been an awful weekend(one of the most loved grandmas of the neighbourhood died saturday) and my grandma(who I haven't seen in years) died today and we can't go to her funeral. I am a breath away from an anxiaty attack and later today I have to go back to college alone, after weeks in family. So please, can I have some Tony&Peter or Tony&the bots or Tony&Harley&Peter&Rhodey fluff?? Thanks

Aw burrito. :C


Tony ran a hand through his hair and sighed, dipping his head. “Okay. All of you have new wheels. You have new screws. Dum-E has a new strut because he bent his somehow–”

Dum-E let out a happy beep and spun in a circle. Butterfingers and U watched him for a moment before following suit. Sometimes they really were like little kids that copied their older brother.

“Sir,” JARVIS said. “You speak as if Dum-E didn’t bend his strut trying to keep an engine from falling on you.”

“Shh,” Tony answered immediately, scowling.

That had been a… frightening day. Tony didn’t like to admit that he made mistakes, but he had, the chain hadn’t been checked properly, the engine hadn’t been anchored properly, Tony hadn’t done everything properly. It was his fault.

He had been so–so scared when the chain slipped and the engine started to fall–more scared that when he battled Doom Bots or sentient slime, because this–this was what he did for fun, and he’d felt a little betrayed over it, even if it had been his fault. So many calculations had run through his head and he still hadn’t been able to get out of the way in time.

And then Dum-E–dear, sweet, foolish Dum-E–had let out a terrified squeal and clenched his claw around the alternator, and the sudden weight had caused his strut to bend with the stress, almost fold in half, and his servos had whirred frantically.

Butterfingers and U had zipped over, wheels leaving burnt rubber on the floor, to hurriedly grasp the engine. They’d beeped at each other and moved together to settle the engine on the floor a few feet away as Dum-E creaked his arm down to tap Tony’s face with his claw. Tony had felt awful that Dum-E had had to damage himself to save him.

“This should stand up to any engines,” he said to himself, reaching out to run his hand over Dum-E’s strut. Dum-E rolled closer to let him. Tony smiled tremulously. “Good boy, saving your dumb old daddy.”

Dum-E let out an offended beep and shoved his open claw against Tony’s stomach, curling it just slightly so that he was holding Tony’s waist.

“Dum-E does not like it when you call yourself dumb,” JARVIS supplied.

“Oh, but it’s okay when I do it to him,” Tony said, lifting a hand to wipe away–sweat, yeah, sweat.

Dum-E pressed closer to him, chassis bumping against his knees. He beeped again. It sounded… fond.

“I love you,” Tony blurted out, wrapping his arms around the bot as well. “I know I don’t say it enough, but–I do.”

Butterfingers and U rolled over to grasp at his shirt and arm, beeping quietly.

“We love you too, Sir,” JARVIS said quietly, part translation and part sincere.

Tony pressed his forehead to Dum-E strut.

He’d kind of figured that, when Dum-E had grabbed a falling car engine to keep it from killing him at the expense of his own arm.

anonymous asked:

imagining laura hollis reacting to this dw 13th doctor announcement is giving me life rn. She'd be so excited!!!!

You know exactly what you’re doing putting plot bunnies in my head, don’t you anon? … and it worked too… you sneaky cupcake. 

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The front door hadn’t even shut behind her when Carmilla suddenly had an armful of bouncing Laura Hollis. And then no Laura Hollis. And then arms full of Laura again.

“Carm! Did you hear the news?” Laura was practically wiggling with excitement, a flush in her cheeks and her eyes lit up with the sparkle that always made Carmilla’s heart flip over. “It’s like the best news all month!”

She grabbed Carmilla and kissed her full on the mouth. So hard and messy that Carmilla barely had time to respond before Laura was pulling back, arms locked around Carmilla’s neck. 

Carmilla wracked her brain, trying to balance Laura in one arm and hang her motorcycle keys on the hook with the other. She fought to keep her face impassive. She’d clearly forgotten something. Something important. 

Wedding anniversary. No. Birthday. No. Some strange modern holiday. No.

Doctor’s appointment?

She glanced over at the fridge and the tiny ultrasound photo prominently displayed in the center. No. That couldn’t be it. They’d just had one.

She had no idea. 

Still, she couldn’t disappoint the smiling girl in front of her. “Of course I did cutie,” Carmilla purred, her arms wrapping around Laura’s waist “But I’d rather hear it from you.”

Laura rolled her eyes but her smile never died as she kissed Carmilla on the nose and then broke away, grabbing the keys that Carmilla still hadn’t been able to hang successfully on the hook and popping them in place. “You don’t have to pretend for me, Carm. I know you don’t really care one way or the other but I just cannot believe that it’s a girl. I mean, I was hoping but I never thought it would actually happen and I just couldn’t stop smiling when I heard. Like, I think my face is going to split in two because it’s so great for feminism although it would have been nice to see some poc too because-”

Carmilla’s brain crashed to a halt halfway through Laura’s ramble.

“It’s a girl?” Carmilla could barely breath the words. Laura was still talking but Carmilla couldn’t focus on her words.

She stepped forward almost involuntarily, capturing Laura and pressing a hand against her stomach. The smallest curve against her palm where only days before the doctor had taken an ultrasound of the newest member of their family.

“I thought,” Carmilla couldn’t take her eyes off Laura’s stomach, “we were going to make it a surprise.”

Still. A daughter. Taylor. They’d decided. The thought filled her mind, unable to be shaken once the idea was in her head. 

“Did the Doctor call?” Carmilla continued, “or did Laf sneak in and run those tests they’ve been trying to get us to let them do?”

It’s a girl. It’s a girl. It’s a girl. Laura’s words rebounded through her head.

“It’s a girl?” Carmilla repeated. 

She only noticed when Laura stopped talking. Then two hands came up and cupped her face, the wedding band cool against her skin. Laura was still smiling but her smile was tinged with amusement, “Um, Carm? You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

Carmilla kept her hands on Laura’s belly, “You said the baby’s a girl.”

Laura looked like she was biting back laughter, “I wasn’t talking about the baby, Carm. We agreed that was going to be a surprise. I wouldn’t do it without you.”

Carmilla frowned, “Then what were you talking about.”

“Um,” Laura blushed but was still practically bouncing on her toes, “The new doctor? Doctor 13 from Doctor Who? It’s going to be played by a girl this time! Jodie Whittaker. I’m so excited.”

Her eyes sparkled, face lighting up at the announcement.

Carmilla groaned, sinking back against the wall with a hand on her face, “You’re killing me, Mrs Karnstein. Absolutely killing me.”

“You love it,” Laura leaned in, pressing against Carmilla.”Although now that you’ve brought it up, how do you feel about the name Jodie?”

Carmilla closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled. 

Yoongi as your boyfriend

I just typed this up bc I’m in whole love w my little man and I just uuuuuu can never get him off my mind lmao

•contrary to popular belief yoongis a big ass soft boy so he’s gonna b needy as hell
•like he’d never full out say it bc he really *thinks* he’s a tuff boy but

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This wasn’t requested, but I got the idea for it watching a video from the Q&A where he calls the little girl ‘little princess’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!

— word count: 1,566
— warnings: none

You stand in the hallway, your daughter next to you with her arms wrapped around your legs. You and your daughter haven’t been able to see Shawn in quite a while since he is on tour, but it’s her birthday and Shawn’s is coming up soon, so you decided to fly out to see him and spend the next week and a half with him since he couldn’t schedule around their birthdays.

As you stand there, waiting for the last person to walk into the Q&A, Matt walks towards you a smile full of admiration on his face as he looks at your daughter. He gives her a small wave as he finally reaches your side.

“Hey, (Y/n). The last few people are about to meet with Shawn and then you can head on in.”

“All right. Cool.” You reply, running your fingers through your daughter’s wavy brown locks.

“How have you guys been? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to make it out to a show.” He asks.

“Yeah…” You frown, “We’ve been good, we just haven’t been able to work it out where we can make it, but with their birthdays, I made sure we could.” You smile down at your daughter.

“It’s crazy their birthdays are so close together. Four days is all that separates them, right?”

You nod, “Yup. That’s all.”

“Crazy.”

“It really is. It’s hectic.” You sigh.

“I bet.” Matt says as he leans against the wall.

“Hey, Matt! Is everyone settled in the Q&A room?” You hear Shawn shout as he makes his way down the hall.

You exchange worried glances before Matt gently pushes you into the room after you pick up your daughter. You quickly make your way to the back, trying to get everyone to stay silent as you do so.

“Hi guys. How are you?” You ask quietly as you make your way through the sea of people.

You get settled just in time for Shawn to walk in. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice you all the way in the back corner. As soon as your little girl sees Shawn she starts reaching toward him.

“Shh…not yet, baby.” You whisper into her hair.

She eventually settles down and rests her head on your shoulder as she looks ahead at Shawn. Shawn gets asked a couple of questions about you and your daughter. Like always, his answers make your heart flutter and a smile find it’s way onto your lips. You sit quietly as you listen to the questions and Shawn’s answers, rubbing your daughter’s back gently.

“What was your daughter’s first word?” You heard a fan ask.

“I’d like to say it was ‘dada’.” He starts.

“But, you know you’d be lying because it was actually ‘mama’.” You say as you stand up with your daughter.

Shawn looks at you with a huge smile on his face and he moves through the crowd to get to you. Your daughter immediately reaches for him and Shawn takes her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before giving you a quick kiss as the fans in the room ‘awe’ all around you. He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the room, sitting back in his original place before pulling you to sit next to him.

“Oh my god. Wow…I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers as he pulls you close.

You laugh and lean against him.

“We had to make it out for your birthdays.” You say as you wrap an arm around him.

He places your daughter in his lap, an arm still around you and his fingertips gently trailing up and down your sides. You look out at all the fans and they’re all staring at your daughter, giving her smiles and waves.

“Okay, little princess, do you want to pick someone for daddy?” He asks looking down at her.

She nods and looks out at all of the people before looking back at Shawn.

“Pick someone.” He points out to the crowd as he looks at her.

She points to someone up front and they immediately get excited.

“Hi honey, what your question?” Shawn asks.

“What’s the best and worst thing about your career? Also, I have a letter for you and your daughter is adorable!” They respond.

You and Shawn both give a laugh before he thanks them. You get up and go get the letter from the fan before taking it back to Shawn. He now has both arms around your daughter’s tiny torso and he absentmindedly rocks her.

“Well, I think that the best part is getting to meet you guys and talk to you, the whole show experience actually. It’s such a personal and intimate experience between us and it’s always so beautiful. The energy is always amazing. The worst part would be having to be away from (Y/n) and Amelia, or little princess as I call her, for such long periods at a time while I’m touring. It’s very hard having to watch your own child grow up through a screen or pictures, ya know?” He answers.


Once Shawn answers the last question, you stop him before it’s time to leave.

“Wait, Amelia wants to show them what she learned.” You say and take your daughter, “What’s your name and how old are you today?” You ask, looking down at her.

A huge grin takes place on her face before she answers you excitedly, “Amewia! I’m four!”

Everyone in the room claps and encourages her, Shawn moving in to smile at her.

“Good job, honey.” He says proudly with a huge smile, “You’re so smart.”

You lean your forehead against Amelia’s as you rest her on your hip, “That’s right! You’re Amelia and you’re how old?” You ask.

“Four!” She says again, holding up three fingers before Shawn brings up another one of her fingers.

“Yeah!” You say gently rubbing your nose against hers.

Shawn begins waving and saying goodbye to the crowd. You begin waving and get Amelia to copy your movements as you walk out, Shawn following close behind, a hand on your back. You place a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and talk to her quietly.

“God, I missed you guys so much.” Shawn says pulling you in for a big hug as soon as your each the hallway.

“We missed you too. And this one said she wanted to see her daddy perform for her birthday.” You and Shawn both smile down at her.

Shawn leans down and begins peppering kisses all over her face as she giggles. You move Amelia up on your higher on your hip as you look at her.

“Do you want to show daddy what else you learned?” You ask her and she nods.

“What else did you learn, little princess? Show daddy.” Shawn says, running his fingers through her hair.

You point to Shawn’s shirt, “What color is Daddy’s shirt?”

She looks at it for a moment before answering, “White!”

You and Shawn praise her before you ask her the color of your shirt.

“Blue!”

“Very good, Amelia!” You say with a smile.

You point to her shirt, asking her the color.

“Purple!” She answers, praise from you and Shawn following.

You point to your stomach, “What’s in here?”

“Food?” She asks.

You shake your head and glance at Shawn. He has his brows furrowed and you can tell he’s about to catch.

“What’s in here, Amelia? What’s in mommy’s tummy?” You ask again.

“Baby!” She answers after watching you make the ‘b’ sound with your mouth.

“What?” You hear Shawn ask.

You look at him and see he has a smile on his face as he looks at you.

“Are you really?” He asks, his eyes starting to water.

“Yeah, I am.” You smile.

Shawn pulls you close, giving you a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours, continuing to leave kisses on your nose and lips.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister.” Shawn says, his smile never faltering.

“I think it’s funny how I got pregnant so close to you leaving. I’m ten weeks and we haven’t seen you in two months.” You say, running your fingers through Shawn’s hair.

“Well, we had plenty of chances while I was still home.” He grins.

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, “Shawn!”

“So, you’re ten weeks, eh?” Shawn asks, running a hand over your stomach.

“Yup. I found out about three weeks ago. I felt bad for not telling you, but I wanted to tell you in person.”

“I don’t even care that you waited so long. I’m just excited to have another baby.” He grinned.

“I can tell.” You smile.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted. A solid music career, a beautiful, funny, caring, amazing wife, and kids. My own little family. I’m so grateful and lucky that you’re the one giving it to me.” He smiled, kissing you.

“I love you, Shawn.”

“I love you, too. And I also love you,” he pauses to give Amelia a kiss, “and you.” He bends down to kiss your unnoticeable bump.

You couldn’t help but get a warm feeling in your heart. Seeing Shawn so happy and having such a wonderful family was everything you could’ve hoped for. You know this is exactly where you want to be. With Shawn and your children. Happy, safe, and healthy.

caught in the middle (Thomas/Newt)

Originally posted by space-ing-out

Originally posted by sangsterseyes

so I recently watched the maze runner again and this idea came to me, plus look at how cute Dylan and Thomas are!

Warning: long af…  3,976 words to be exact. you’re welcome.

“breakfast time.” Frypan called to us.

I ran to the dining hut with Minho right on my tail. I was the only girl in the glade and one of the fastest people here. Alby immediately promoted me to a runner when he saw me running. I was even faster than Minho, that’s why he always liked to race me.

“ha better luck next time Min.” I chuckled punching his shoulder as we entered the hut.

“seriously how do you beat me every time?” Minho asked out of breath.

I chuckled again before taking my usual spot next to Newt.

“you know y/n you really should let him win every once in awhile, I’m tired of him complaining.” Newt said laughing and handing me a plate of food.

Minho and I were great friends but it was nothing compared to the relationship I had with Newt. He was the one that picked me up out of the box and made me feel welcome. He made it his personal duty to make sure that I wasn’t harassed or bothered by the other gladers. When Alby asked me about becoming a runner Newt made sure I knew what I was getting in to and assured me if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. If there was anyone in the glade I trusted with my life it was definitely Newt.

“oh come on Newt you know I can’t do that.” I said grabbing a fork and digging in.

Not many people were up at this time. Just the runners, Newt, Alby, and surprisingly always Thomas. He came over taking the other seat beside me.

“hey Tommy why are you up so early?” I asked turning my attention to him.

“couldn’t sleep.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

I put my hand on his giving it a comforting squeeze. I felt bad for Thomas, he just shows up in this weird place and then Ben tries to kill him. Unfortunately we had to send Ben out in the maze last night, and Thomas blamed himself.  I noticed Newt tense from beside me. I felt bad so I turned my attention back to Newt giving him a smile.

“you better finish eating love Minho might leave without you.” Newt said looking at Minho scarfing down his food.

I know what you’re thinking, “oh my god Newt just called you love” but that is just who Newt is as a person.

“please like Minho would last a minute without me in that maze.” I said taking a couple more bites.

Newt was about to respond when Alby came in to collect me and Minho.

“lets go.” Alby commanded.

“be careful.” Newt said handing me my runner bag.

I looked over at Thomas quickly, he had a very confused look on his face. I knew he wanted to become a runner, but Alby wouldn’t even give him a chance.

“always am Newt. see you later Tommy.” I said giving them a smile.

I followed Alby and Minho out to the maze. Little did I realize this would be the day that everything changed. I was never terrified of going in the maze. I knew my way around and the grievers didn’t come out in the day time that was until recently. We kept turning corners for what felt like hours. Minho, Alby, and I were looking for any sign that Ben had lasted a night in the maze, which no one ever has, and then out of nowhere a griever starts chasing us.

“RUN!” Alby shouted at me and Minho.

We all took off running, but Alby wasn’t quick enough. The griever caught him by the leg, stinging him.

“Minho wait!” I called.

I took my hatchet out of my bag throwing it at the griever. It scurried off giving me time to run over to Alby. He was groaning in pain. Minho quickly joined me at Alby’s side.

“you guys have to go, it’s getting dark.” Alby said clutching his chest.

“we’re not leaving you here.” I said grabbing Alby’s arm.

Minho backed up a couple steps.

“Minho what are you doing? Help me!” I screamed.

Minho grabbed my arm pulling me so Alby could not hear us.

“y/n we have to be cautious, he could turn at any moment.” Minho said stealing a glace at Alby.

“what so you just want to leave him!?”

“I didn’t say that y/n I said we need to be cautious.” Minho said annoyed.

I really wished Newt were here in a moment like this. I guess you could say I felt a sense of safety and security with Newt. I didn’t know what it meant, considering I can’t remember if i’d ever liked a boy before. I didn’t really even know what it meant to have feelings for another person now. All I knew was Newt made me feel safe and happy.

“than what are you trying to say?” I snapped equally as annoyed now.

Minho walked over to Alby, punching him in the face. I ran over trying to get him to stop, causing Minho’s hand to swing back and hit me in the nose. I could feel the blood trickle out of my nose. Minho punched him again knocking him out.

“what was that for you shuck head!” I screamed pounding my fist against Minho’s chest.

“trust me I just saved us, now help me or were next.” Minho said picking up Alby’s arm.

I grabbed the other and we started to make our way back to the glade. We had run farther than we originally planned thanks to the griever chasing us.

“come on go faster y/n, were never going to make it.” Minho growled.

It was difficult though to run while supporting another person.

“i’m trying.” I said a tear slipping out of my eye.

Like I said before, I was never terrified of going in the maze, that was until right now. I could feel my breathing become rapid. We were still a good mile away from the glade and the maze doors would close any minute now.

“no come on!” Minho growled starting to pull Alby farther ahead.

I was losing my grip on him and soon dropped him completely. I grabbed a hold of him again putting every single last bit of energy I had into overdrive. The dreadful sound of the maze doors closing was heard by Minho and myself.

“were close to the entrance!” I yelled but now it was Minho who fumbled with Alby.

Minho dropped him, dropping to his knees to catch his breath. I was pulling Alby by his arms when the other gladers came in to our view.

“come on!” Chuck yelled from the opening, but the doors were closing too quickly.

I lost my grip on Alby again, dropping him and falling on my butt. I looked back at the gladers my eyes instantly connecting with Newts.

“Newt.” I called a tear rolling down my face.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, but he didn’t move.

“Newt.” I said again, this time hurt evident in my voice.

But he didn’t move. The doors were almost completely shut, when Thomas pushed through running in the maze. He barely made it through when the doors slammed shut. Newt didn’t save me, maybe I needed to rethink who I trusted my life with.

“good job, you just killed yourself.” Minho breathed distracting me from my thoughts.

Thomas walked over to me offering me a hand up.

“nobody is dying tonight.” I said looking Thomas in the eyes.

He was trying to be brave but I could tell he was scared just like Minho and I were.

“news flash shuck no one has ever survived a night in the maze.” Minho said dropping his bag.

“we have to try.” Thomas said walking over to Alby.

I followed him grabbing on to Alby’s arm.

“if you shucks want to survive we have to go now, the maze is already changing.” Minho said looking at Alby.

“we’re not leaving him here."  Thomas said firmly looking at Minho.

"we can tie him up there.” I said pointing up at the vines.

Thomas shook his head and we started tying a vine around Alby’s waist. Thomas, Minho and I pulled hoisting him up the wall. The faint sounds of clicking and metal scraping could be heard. A griever was approaching.

“come on guys we have to go.” Minho said looking down the stretch.

“not yet, we almost got him.” I said pulling back harder.

It would’ve been easier if Alby weren't such a big guy. The clicking and scraping got even closer.

“guys I can't I’m sorry.” Minho said dropping the vine and sprinting off.

Alby started to fall but Thomas and I held on to the vine. Our hands burned as we finally tied it off. 

“Thomas.” I breathed looking at the shadow of the griever.

Thomas pulls me down and we hide in the vines. My backside is pressed up against him, making it very awkward. However, that was the least of our worries. I could feel my breathing get heavier as I saw the metal legs of the creature. Thomas wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I could feel him breathing down my neck causing me to shiver.

“I think it’s gone, stay here and i’ll check.” Thomas whispered in my ear.

“no, i’ll go. I know the maze better than you do.” I said sliding out slowly from under the vines.

I didn’t give him time to protest. He had already risked his life for me coming in the maze so now I needed to help him. I checked down both sides of the maze walls and thankfully the griever was gone.

“alright Tommy you can come out.” I said in my normal voice now.

Thomas crawled out trying to catch his breath. I was too focused on the pile of goo on the ground. I looked up seeing the griever right above Thomas. I tackled him to the ground, just as the griever jumped down.

“come on.” Thomas said getting up.

He grabbed my hand and we sprinted as fast as our legs would carry us. The griever was right on our trail the entire time.

“Thomas stop.” I screamed realizing where we ended up.

It was a little cliff that had a serious drop down. I turned around looking at the griever approaching. I grabbed Thomas arm, tears running down my face.

“we have to jump.” Thomas said pointing to a wall of vines at the other side of the cliff.

I was terrified.

“I can’t Thomas.” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.

“it’ll be okay we’ll do it together.” Thomas said tightening his grip on my hand.

I shook my head. We backed up a little before sprinting to the edge and jumping. Thomas had to let go of my hand to grab a vine. I tried to but my grip was slipping. I lost it completely sending me hurtling down to the ground. Before I could fall any further Thomas caught my arm. This boy had saved my life for the third time today.

“Thomas!” I called as the griever leapt from the cliff too. 

Thomas let go of the vine and we fell to the ground. He flipped us around in the air so he landed on his back and I fell on top of him. The grievers legs were tangled in the vine. Thomas and I took this as our chance to run. We sprinted around the corner before running directly into Minho.

“Minho!” I said throwing my arms around him.

We didn’t have much time for a reunion as the griever got itself untangled and had come for us. We all took off running to another part of the maze.

“we’re never gonna outrun them!" Minho shouted.

He was right. Thomas and I had been getting lucky so far tonight.

"I have an idea. This way!" Thomas screamed.

We followed him to a section of the maze that was closing off. Minho and I ran through but Thomas hesitated.

"Thomas come on!” I screamed worried for him.

I was about to run after him when I noticed what he was doing. The griever was barreling after him. At the last second Thomas hurtled himself out crushing the griever in between the walls. I ran over throwing my arms around the boy who had just saved my life for the fourth time today.

“look!” Minho said pointing at the sky.

The sun was starting to rise meaning morning was approaching. I can’t believe it. We had survived a night in the maze.

NEWT’S POV

The doors would be opening any minute now. I sat here all night, just listening, listening for a scream, a cry, anything. I needed to know if she made it. I should’ve run in after her, but I let my fear stop me from saving the girl I loved. She didn’t know I loved her, nobody but Alby knew. It wasn’t like I was allowed to be with her, it was my rule after all, a rule that I was now regretting. Chuck came back and waited with me. I didn’t have any hope for them walking out, but Chuck did and I wasn’t about to take that away from him. Even if the managed to make it out alive, she would probably never talk to me again. She wanted my help and I couldn’t do it.

“what are you shucks doing? They ain't coming back. Nobody survives a night in the maze, you know that Newt. ” Gally said standing there with that stupid look on his face.

“you don’t know that!” Chuck said standing up.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Gally was right. I had to accept the fact that she wasn’t walking out of that maze. Neither was Alby, which meant I had to now run the glade by myself. The doors creaked open, and just as I suspected they weren’t there.

“Chuck they’re gone.” I said my voice cracking with sadness.

I started to walk away when I heard Chuck yelling. I whipped around to see Minho and Thomas dragging Alby, and behind them was my beautiful y/n. She made it. I was going to do everything in my power to make it up to her, even if that meant admitting my true feelings for her.

READER POV

The sunlight was blinding as we took the last few steps out of the maze. Thomas, Minho and I collapsed while the gladers surrounded us. They were all asking questions but I didn’t really pay any attention. I was starting to feel extremely dizzy and nauseous. Winston came over picking up Alby and taking him to the hut.

“y/n?” A familiar british accent said.

It was Newt. He extended a hand looking down at me with sad eyes. I looked at him and then his hand before disregarding it and pushing myself off the ground. Newt sighed as I shoulder checked him walking past. I knew we would have to have a meeting about what happened last night. I walked in the med jack hut so I could get checked out. Thomas was in there talking to Chuck.

“hey y/n, Thomas was just telling me how brave you were out there! I don’t know if I could’ve done that.” Chuck beamed.

I glanced over at Thomas who was now red in the face.

“oh really?” I smirked sitting down beside the two boys.

“well you were.” Thomas said shrugging his shoulders.

“Chuck you should’ve seen how brave Tommy was. In fact, he saved my life four times!” I beamed smiling at Chucks excitement.

Chuck was about to respond when his name was called. He gave us a smile before running out of the hut. There was a comfortable silence that settled between me and Thomas.

“you know I never did thank you for saving my life four times.” I chuckled looking in his eyes.

“you don’t have to thank me.” Thomas said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“but you didn’t have to run in after us. so why did you?” I asked turning my body towards him.

Thomas was quiet for a few seconds like he was pondering my question.

“I guess I heard you calling out for Newt, and I had to do something. I couldn’t let you die.” Thomas said his face getting red again.

I smiled slowly leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“well aren’t you just the sweetest.” I smirked as his face got redder.

He let out a nervous laugh as it turned silent again. Thomas and I were still holding hands as we waited for Winston and Clint. I could feel my face heat up as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

“ah screw it.” Thomas said dropping my hand.

He put both hands on my face pulling my lips to meet his. I can’t remember if i’d ever kissed a boy before, but i’m pretty sure it didn’t compare to this. I kissed back trying to keep up with Thomas’s passion and hunger. We stopped when we heard someone clear their throat. We turned around to see Chuck shielding his eyes.

“uh Newt wants to see you guys.” Chuck said laughing.

I hopped off the bed and walked out followed by Thomas and Chuck. I was trying to control my heartbeat from kissing Thomas. It was passionate yet gentle at the same time. I didn’t know what it meant, but I think I liked it. Newt stood there with Minho and Gally. I rolled my eyes. Of course Gally would have something to say. Gally gave an annoyed look when he saw Chuck walk in with us.

“that’ll be all slop boy. This meeting is for people who matter around the glade.” Gally said glaring at Chuck.

Chuck sadly walked out.

“let’s get on with this.” I said rolling my eyes.

The last place I wanted to be was in a room with Gally and Newt. I’ve always hated Gally, Newt I recently hated. Okay I didn’t hate Newt but I just couldn’t believe that he didn’t fight for me. He always did before, like if a glader was bothering me, Newt would throw him in the pit for the night. I guess it was a lot asking him to run in to the maze for me, but then why did Thomas?

“How?” Newt asked referring to how Thomas killed the griever.

I stayed silent while Minho and Thomas told the story. Minho even suggested that Thomas become a runner, which I was all for. It wasn’t until Gally spoke that I got heated.

“we don’t know the percussions of his actions Newt. I think he should get punished for breaking the rules.” Gally said crossing his arms over his chest.

“punished? His actions? Gally his actions saved not only my life but Minho and Alby’s too! What the hell are you doing Gally? Oh wait I know NOTHING! You want to be in charge, well guess what you’re not, you’re just an asshole who thinks he is.” I growled standing up and getting in his face.

“don’t talk to me like that.” Gally growled back.

“you know what I am sick and tired of you!” I screamed.

I punched Gally in the face.

“that’s for being mean to Chuck.”

I punched him in the face again.

“that’s for Thomas.”

I took my knee and kneed him in the balls.

“and that’s for me!”

I huffed and walked out as Gally fell to the ground groaning in pain. I walked to the pit knowing i’d have to spend the night there for attacking another glader, but damn was it worth it! Newt walked over with the keys to the pit.

“you certainly did a numba on him.” Newt said going to unlock the lock.

I didn’t respond instead just glared at him. He started to unlock it but stopped.

“come on.” Newt said grabbing my arm.

“Newt what are you doing?” I growled trying to pry my arm out of his grasp.

Newt took me in his hut, closing the door and blocking it with his body.

“what the hell Newt, let me out!” I said trying to push past him.

He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but he only wrapped his arms around me tighter. I gave in and wrapped my arms around him too. That was when I felt something wet hit my skin and I realized that Newt was crying.

“Newt what’s wrong?” I asked pulling away so I could look at him.

I had never seen Newt cry before.

“I’m so bloody stupid!” He said sitting down on his bed and putting his head in his hands.

“Newt what are you talking about?” I asked sitting down next to him.

It reminded me of what happened earlier in the med jack hut with Thomas.

“I should’ve went after you, you were relying on me and I was too much of a bloody chicken to help. Now you hate me and I probably lost you to Tommy.” He said bringing his head up to look at me.

“Newt, I don’t hate you and you’re not going to lose me Newt. I can’t really expect you to just risk your life to save mine. The gladers need you here. I was just being selfish.” I said looking down ashamed of how I was acting.

“that’s the thing that scares me most. I would give up my life to save yours y/n.” Newt admitted looking back down at his hands.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Why would Newt say that?

“Newt I don’t understand.” I said trying to read something from his facial expression.

Newt stood up and started pacing the room, like he wanted to tell me something but he was unsure if he should.

“Newt what is it?” I asked standing up now too.

“ah screw it.” Newt said.

In one quick stride Newt was in front of me and putting his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He rested his hands on my hips kissing me with all he had in him.

“don’t you understand I bloody love you y/n!” Newt said pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

I was shocked. Newt loved me. Did I love him? Did I like Thomas?

“uh y/n?” I heard a voice say from his doorway.

I turned around to Thomas standing there. I was wondering if he saw me kissing Newt but the hurt in his eyes was a dead giveaway that he had.

“I guess what happened in the med jack hut didn’t mean anything.” Thomas said disappointed.

I wanted to protest that it did but Newt’s voice cut me off.

“what happened in the med jack hut?” Newt asked squaring his shoulders to Thomas.

“you’re not the only one she’s kissed today.” Thomas said getting in Newts face.

I knew if I didn’t intervene this would get ugly fast.

“stop both of you. I don’t know what this means okay? and you both kissed me, I kissed back because I just I don’t know how I feel.” I said feeling a tear slip past my eye.

I pushed past Thomas running out of Newt’s hut. I ignored there calls after me and went to my hammock. I climbed in looking at the sky above. A million thoughts were swirling around in my head. Did I love Newt? Did I love Thomas? I couldn’t decide. I was simply just caught in the middle.

PART TWO: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/162149980482/feelings-newtthomas

PART THREE: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/162259361902/connected-thomasnewt

gildara-art  asked:

Could I place an everyone-loves-Bitty prompt where, after they come out to the team, Jack asks the Haus to give Bitty the occasional hug and kiss for him since he can't be around to do it as much as he'd like? I'm guessing Shitty would find a way to get in on it too. I just love the idea of Bitty getting sanctioned casual hugs and kisses from literally everyone they know 💕

“Jack! Wow, you don’t call often?”

“Sorry about that,” Jack tells Chowder.

“I didn’t meant to make you feel guilty. How is everything going? How is Providence?”

“Yeah, fine. Really good.” Jack passes over the questions and makes a note to start calling Chowder more often. “I’ve actually got a request if that’s alright?”

“Yes. Of course. Anything. Well, not anything, but you know, if I can help, then yes.”

Jack smiles at Chowder’s eternal effervescence. “I want you to do something for Bitty while I’m not around.”

“Okay.”

“Can you make sure he’s getting hugs? He’s pretty physical guy but he’s not great at initiating.”

“That’s so sweet. Of course I can do that.”

“And could you let Dex and Nursey know too?”

“I’m on it, Captain.”

“Thanks, Chowder. Oh and hey,” Jack says before hanging up. “You can probably just call me ‘Jack’ now.”

“On it, Jack.”

Jack hangs up feeling confident that Bitty’s about to get a whole lot of love and affection from the team.

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Bitty is watching Netflix on the green couch (with a thick blanket between him and the actual couch), when Chowder interrupts.

“Ooh! Can I join?”

“Of course.” Bitty smiles and pats the spot next to him.

“Swasome.” Chowder vaults over the back of the couch and lands half on top of Bitty but doesn’t bother moving. Bitty doesn’t mind.

The get through half an episode when Nursey and Dex get back from their trip to the library.

“Whatcha watching?” Nursey asks. “Something good?”

“Don’t fucking care,” Dex grumbles, dumping his stuff randomly near the bottom of the stairs and fitting himself beside Chowder. “I’m need to rest my brain.”

Nursey adds his stuff to Dex’s pile and wrestles a pillow from behind Dex, throwing it at Bitty’s feet and sitting on it. He leans back against Bitty’s legs and sighs out.

Dex stretches his arm out along the back of the couch and rubs the back of Bitty’s head before dropping his hand so it rests against his neck. Dex must really be exhausted to be touching Bitty so freely, but Bitty likes the warmth and the weight. It reminds him of Jack, who’s fond of doing the same. Maybe that’s where Dex picked it up from?

He slumps further into the couch cushions with Nursey against his legs, Chowder against his side, and Dex’s hand on the back of his neck, feeling quite loved.

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Doomed — Min Yoongi (05)

Words: 2834

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst (a lot of it; prepare your hearts)

Description: Dating a demon is not at all what you thought it would be like…

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“She’s pregnant.”

You stood there, shocked. You couldn’t believe it. Was he lying? Why would he lie about this?

Out of the people that stood around you, Yoongi was the first one to speak up.

“What the hell do you mean ‘she’s pregnant?’”

“I mean, she’s pregnant, Yoongi.” Lehun tells his nephew.

How could you be pregnant? If you were pregnant, wouldn’t you have known?

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“Oh my gosh.” You hear Taehyung say.

“No. She can’t be pregnant. She can’t.” Yoongi speaks, running his fingers through his hair.

Lehun look at you, shocked. The expression on his face was probably the same expression on yours.

Lehun looked to Yoongi, who looked stressed. “Min Yoongi. You messed up. Badly.”

Sure, this was an unplanned pregnancy, but why were they acting like someone just died or something?

“This is why demons shouldn’t have relationships with humans. How could you get her pregnant?” Lehun asked.

“It seems like I’m the most responsible one in the family.” Wonho rolled his eyes.

“We need to do something about this. The baby has to go.” Lehun says.

Your eyes widened at his words.

“No!” You tell him, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Why are you guys making such a big deal about this? I’m carrying a baby, not a dragon or something.”

“It might as well be a dragon.” Wonho sighed.

“Y/n…” Yoongi trailed off. You looked up at him. He looked genuinely worried. “You can not have this baby.”

“I’m not getting rid of it.” You say. “Y/n, you have to. You have to get rid of it. You can’t have it.” Yoongi tells you.

“No. I know this was unplanned but I am not having an abortion. I won’t give up this baby, Yoongi.” You said.

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Namjoon says. “I don’t. Please enlighten me.” You turned to face your friend.

“You’re a human. Yoongi is a demon. What do you think the baby is?” Lehun asks, not letting Namjoon speak.

“I don’t know.” You answered, honestly. “I don’t care. It’s a baby. A child. I’m not letting anything happen to it.” You looked at the elder man.

“Y/n,” Yoongi spoke up, taking one of your hands in his. “You can’t have this baby. I won’t let you do it.”

You raised your eyebrow before pulling your hand away from him. “I’m not letting you or anyone else take this baby from me, Yoongi.”

Yoongi looked into your eyes, trying to plead with you. “I’m serious, y/n. You can’t have the baby.”

“I can't—” You started, but stopped once someone grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. Lehun. “Let go of me!” You tell him. He didn’t let go. His grip was painful on your arm.

“That baby is worse than any demon. It’s worse than Yoongi. Worse than Wonho. And worse than me. We’re not letting that thing live!” He tells you.

You tried to pull away from his grip, but it was too tight. “You’re not having this baby. You’re not.” Lehun says.

“Let me go!” You yelled, but he still didn’t listen. His nails were digging into your flesh, surely creating wounds.

You felt hot tears starting to pour from your eyes. You looked over at Yoongi, who just stood there. He still looked worried, but did nothing to help you.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You asked him, tears pouring down your eyes.

“Y/n…” He trailed off. “You can’t have this baby.”

Is that what he cares about? He didn’t care that you were crying, or in pain. All he cared about was getting rid of the baby.

“I’m not—” You started, but Lehun tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. You look down to see blood streaming down your arm.

Tears streamed down your face and Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to help you anytime soon. You looked at Hoseok, the first boy who stood beside you.

He saw the tears in your eyes and immediately jumped into action, prying Lehun’s hand away from you.

Once his hand was off, you took a step back, crashing into Taehyung who wrapped his arms around you. Comforting you as you cried.

“Look!” Lehun says, grabbing your arm once again. He took your arm in his hand, inspecting it. His grip wasn’t as tight as before.

You look at your arm to see—nothing. Nothing was there, except the now dry blood that had cascaded down your arm before.

There were no cuts, or marks from not long ago when Lehun had dug his nails into your skin. It healed. It healed so fast.

“Look, she’s healing. The baby is giving her abilities. It has to go.” Lehun tells everyone.

You pulled your arm away from him, returning to your spot in Taehyung’s arms.

“Y/n…” Yoongi starts. You didn’t want to hear it. You know that he would just try to convince you to give up the baby.

You turned around, facing Taehyung as his arms were still wrapped around you.

“Take me home. Please.” You asked him, tears running down your cheeks.

Taehyung looked at Yoongi before looking back at you.

“Come on, lets go.”


“I have to go to the doctor, don’t I?” You asked as you, Taehyung and Hoseok sat on the couch in your apartment.

“Not unless you want the doctors to see that you have a demon baby inside of you.” Tae tells you.

“So how am I supposed to make sure that the baby is okay?” You ask. “You don’t.” Hoseok answers.

You sighed, looking at the two boys.

“How come you two don’t want me to get rid of the baby? Everyone else seems to.” You say.

“Because I love kids.” Taehyung smiles. “And I love Tae.” Hoseok also smiled.

Taehyung looked at Hoseok, smile still on his face. “I love you too, man.”

“Why is everyone so angry about it? It’s just a baby. What damage can it really do?” You questioned.

Both boys looked at you, raising their eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Yoongi didn’t tell you, did he?” Taehyung asked. “Tell me what?” You asked.

Hoseok scoffed. “Of course he didn’t tell you.” He sighed. “Why does he insist on keeping things from her?” He asked Tae, who just shrugged.

“I’m confused.” You announced.

“Y/n,” Hoseok starts, looking up at you with soft eyes. “The reason that demons and humans aren’t supposed to be in relationships is because if the human gets pregnant, the baby can kill her.”

“What do you mean by kill?” You asked, trying not to assume the worse—even though you know what he meant.

“I mean kill. As in, you could die, y/n.”

“That explains why Yoongi doesn’t want me to keep the baby, but what about Lehun? He doesn’t care about me at all, so why would he want me to get rid of it?”

“Because it’s a cross breed between a human and a demon. There haven’t been many cases of these type of babies, but the ones that we’ve heard about were terrible. They went on killing sprees. Killing humans and demons. That’s why they established the rule that humans and demons can’t have relationships.” Hoseok explains.

“And because that baby gives you abilities. You saw how you healed earlier.” Taehyung explains. “While that baby is inside of you, you’ll be able to do things that you’ve never done before.” He says.

“Like what?”

“You can heal, obviously. And you have super-demon strength! And you can teleport. You just have to learn first.” He says. “Oh!” He says, getting up excitedly. “You can control people. You know, like Yoongi and Lehun do. And maybe you’ll even be able to read minds like me!” He smiles.

“That is, if she doesn’t die.” Someone says. You all turned your heads to see Yoongi, who had literally appeared out of nowhere.

You sighed, not saying anything.

You were mad at him. How could you not be? Even if he didn’t want you to have the baby, he just stood there watching while Lehun grabbed you. He didn’t do anything about it. Isn’t Yoongi supposed to protect you?

No one wanted to speak up after Yoongi spoke, but Taehyung did it anyways. “Why are always so negative? You have to look on the positive side sometimes.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung. “Positive my ass. Nothing is positive about this situation.” He says.

“You’re so grumpy all the time. You’re gonna be a dad. Let loose, man.” Taehyung smiles, lightly nudging Yoongi with his elbow.

“I’m not going to be a dad. Y/n is getting rid of that baby.” Yoongi says.

You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not.” You huffed.

“You are.” Yoongi takes a step closer to you, causing you to take a step back. “I’m not.” You repeated.

“Hyung,” Hoseok starts. “It’s just a baby.”

“It’s not ‘just a baby.’ It’s a demon baby. It can kill her. And it can kill all of us.” Yoongi says, looking at his friend.

“I don’t care. I’m not getting rid of it.” You say.

Yoongi looked back at you. Instead of worry in his eyes, like you had seen earlier, his eyes were now full of anger. He stared at you, eyes piercing your skin. You felt like if he looked at you any longer, you would crack.

You showed no signs of giving up the baby. You weren’t going to do it. You couldn’t do it. Even if it kills you, it’s just a baby. It’s your baby.

Yoongi groaned before turning to face his two friends.

“Namjoon is waiting for you, Hoseok. He says he has to follow his human to a party and your human will be there too.” He says.

Hoseok also groaned, sighing. “Why are Jungkook and Jimin such party animals?” He asked himself.

“I’m glad my human isn’t like that. He’s a chill guy. He’s really corny though. You should meet him, y/n. He’s good company.” Taehyung explains.

“You talk about Jin so much. Why don’t you go marry him?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind being married to a handsome guy.” Taehyung smiles.

“Come on, Tae. You can come with Namjoon and I.” Hoseok says, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away.

“Wait.” Taehyung says, pulling away from Hoseok. He walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

He pulled away, looking at you.

“I won’t let him take this baby away. It’s not happening.” You thought, not saying it out loud. You knew that Taehyung heard you anyways.

He smiled and nodded before walking back to Hoseok. They left your apartment, leaving you and Yoongi alone.

For the first time, you actually didn’t want to be alone with Yoongi.

It was silent for a few minutes.

“So, we’re just gonna stand here in silence?” You asked, sighing.

“You don’t want to listen to anything I have to say. What’s the point of talking?” Yoongi asks.

“You’re right.” You say, turning around to walk to your room.

As soon as you took your first step, Yoongi grabbed your arm, turning you back around.

“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, pulling your arm away from him.

Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “You’re mad at me now? For what?” He asks.

“Because you’re an asshole.” You stated.

“H—” Yoongi don’t get to to finish his sentence before you spoke. “Lehun was hurting me. You did nothing about it. I was in pain, Yoongi. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”

“I co—” “And on top of that, you’re trying to make me get rid of the baby.” You say.

“The baby could kill you.” Yoongi tells you. “So what? I’d rather die than knowing my baby died because of me.” You said.

“You’re so stubborn, y/n. You asked if I’m supposed to protect you—well yes. Yes, I am supposed to protect you. And I’m trying to do that, but you won’t let me.” He explains.

“It’s a child, Yoongi. It’s a person. I’m not letting it die.” You tell him.  

“Well I’m not letting you die, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi took a step closer to you, hands tucked into fists. “Y/n, if you don’t get an abortion, I swear I'll—”

“You’ll what? Hit me? I’d like to see you try.” You scoffed, not believing that he would do such a thing.

“Why don’t you listen, y/n? You could die! This baby could kill you! I’m not letting that happen.”

“I’m not letting you take the baby away.” You tell him. “What’s your problem, Yoongi? Don’t you feel anything? The baby is yours. You’re going to be a dad. Shouldn’t you be happy?” You ask.

“I would be happy if you being pregnant didn’t mean that you’d have to die.” He says.

“Taehyung is right. You need to stop being so negative. Yes, there’s a chance that I could die, but there’s also a chance that I won’t.” You point out.

“I’m not taking that risk. I’m not letting you die.” Yoongi says. “If you died, everything would fall apart, y/n.”

“But you’d have a beautiful child.”

“I’m not sure how much I’d like the child if it was the reason that you died.” He says, honestly.

“Don’t say that!” You said, lightly hitting Yoongi’s chest. “Yoongi, no matter what, this is your baby. You can’t tell me that you’re not even a little bit excited. Isn’t it exciting to be a parent?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t want a child if it means that you would die.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you think about something other than me?” You ask.

“No. I can’t. I love you, y/n. You’re my whole world, my whole life. I’m not letting you get taken away from me so easily. That’s why you can not have this baby.” He says.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Well, I’m keeping it and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Once again, you turned around to your room, but Yoongi grabbed your arm, pulling you back. When he turned you around, your faces were only inches apart. You could feel his breath against your face. His eyes gazing into yours, searching for any sign that would make you agree with him.

“No! Y/n, no! You’re going to get rid of that baby. Now.” He says, tightening his grasp on your arm. “No!” You yelled, pulling your arm away from him. You felt tears form at the brim of your eyes.

He looked at you like you were crazy. How were you able to pull away from his grasp if he was holding on so tightly? Maybe it was the strength ability that Taehyung was telling you about.

Without saying anything else to him, you ran into your room. You were about to close the door, but Yoongi pushed it open, his force sending you tumbling backwards.

“Y/n, I’m serious. We’re going to get rid of this baby now.” He says in a stern voice.

“We’re not.” You said.

He took steps towards you, but with every step he took forward, you took a step backwards.

He reached his hand out to touch you, but you hit his hand, pushing it down. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled.

“Y/n, stop it! We have to get rid of it.” He tells you.

You shook your head, repeating the word “no” over and over. “Get out, Yoongi. I don’t want you here.” You say to him.

“What? No. I’m not leaving, y/n.”

“I don’t want you to stay. Just leave. Go stay at Namjoon and Hobi’s house or something. I don’t want you here.” You repeated.

“No.” He says.

“Yoongi, just get out!” You yelled, pointing towards the door. As you pointed to the door, the door slammed shut, causing your eyes to widen.

Yoongi looked at the door before looking at you with wide eye. “Y/n…you—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you spoke, tears rolling down your face.

“Leave. Please, just leave.” You pleaded, looking down at the ground.

A couple of seconds passed, as if Yoongi was going to say something, but he didn’t. He sighed before turning around and walking to the door.

You looked at his back as he walked. When he got to the door, he turned around, looking at you. Neither of you said anything. After that, he left. He walked out the door, not bothering to close it.

A few moments later, you heard the front door open and close, meaning that he left through there.

You sat down on your bed, tears falling down.

You wanted Yoongi to leave, so when he was finally gone, why did you feel so empty?

Loosely based on a true story of my friend and his girlfriend during her college graduation and the rest of us just couldn’t stop awwing because GAH

Ao3


Castiel is graduating and Dean isn’t here.

It’s a horrible feeling, knowing his boyfriend isn’t with his family as he walks across the stage, but Castiel understands why, to a degree. Dean works the graduation ceremonies. He kinda needs to do that if Castiel wants  to graduate at all, but still…

Which leads to now, Castiel waiting with his fellow Arts and Humanities college graduates as the timer counts down to zero, at which point they will all walk out into the arena and sit down for about two and a half hours of speakers until they walk across the stage, have their name called, hear applause as they walk across, take the stage helper’s hand on the stairs to avoid falling, and walk back down to their seats as college graduates. It was routine at this point to Cas, he himself having been to enough of the rehearsals whenever Dean was working them to know what comes after what. He had thought he’d feel a little different when the graduation would be his own, maybe with his best friend cheering him on and congratulating him with a kiss at the end, but instead Dean will be somewhere else making sure the entire graduation runs smoothly as a Marshall or helping the vice presidents run errands or something else that he’s done before.

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Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

di  asked:

i can't do emojis rip but magic AU w/ neil n andrew!!!!

When Nathaniel is six years old, he sets his bed on fire. The smell of smoke and his mother’s screams wake him, but the flames lick gently at his skin like an affectionate pet. Nathaniel, six years old and sleepy, doesn’t understand why his mother clutches him to her chest and whispers harshly in his ear to never, never let the fire loose again. “Don’t let your father see,” she says, and clutches at his shoulders so hard he’ll have bruises the next morning and shakes him until Nathaniel promises.

They’re called powers, he learns later, or gifts, or blessings. At thirteen percent of the population, powered people are too common to be rare but too strange to be trusted. Most go to special schools to train their abilities, but Nathaniel doesn’t because he isn’t powered.

“You’re cursed,” his mother tells him. “Fire is dangerous, deadly. You must never use it, and you must never tell anyone.”

It’s his cardinal rule, though it’s joined, over the years, by others. Don’t disobey your father. Don’t tell anyone how you got injured. Play Exy like your life depends on it.

But always, always, hide your fire.

When Nathaniel is ten years old, he plays Exy with Riko Moriyama and Kevin Day. They’re good, better than him, and Nathaniel has gotten used to being the best in his little league team. He struggles against them, struggles against Kevin’s height and Riko’s brutality, and it’s fun but he’s frustrated. His fire has become more wild lately, burning under his skin, angry at being chained, and it burns higher and hotter inside him every time they score a goal against him, until finally he clashes against Riko and fire races along Nathaniel’s racquet as he slams it against Riko’s in an attempt to steal the ball.

They freeze, staring as one as the net of Nathaniel’s racquet turns to ash.

Finally, Riko says, “my uncle didn’t say you were powered.”

Nathaniel pulls the fire back into himself and it simmers under his skin as he shakes his head in denial or disbelief or regret.

Riko laughs, and Nathaniel turns to see him grinning. “This is good, Nathaniel! All the Ravens are powered, it’s what makes them the best team in the world.” Behind him, Kevin nods but stays quiet. Riko’s expression turns contemplative. “You need to be trained. If you come live here, I can train you.”

The chance to play Exy and use his power everyday. It’s everything Nathaniel’s mother has warned him against, but everything Nathaniel has ever wanted. “I’d like that,” he says, hoarse, and Riko’s grin thins to a smirk, triumphant.

But then Nathaniel’s father carves a man into bits in the lushly carpeted conference room, and Nathaniel’s mother takes him in the dead of night. Nathaniel leaves behind his name and his Exy racquet and his fire.

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Used to This - Part II

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, with special guest appearance by Sam

Word Count: 2,524

Warnings: Nightmares, crap motel blankets, cold feet, language, and FLUFF

A/N: I thought the first part of this was just gonna be a drabble. Then it turned into a oneshot. Now it’s turned into a mini series. Oops. Blessings bestowed up on @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for fixing my letter errors and giving me all the encouragement. And Lee is the whole reason this second part even exists, so thanks to her for demanding more.

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Cold. I noticed it in my toes first, a sharp sensation that had my feet stretching down in desperate search of my quilt. Chill bumps prickled my legs and quickly traveled up my spine and down my arms. An involuntary shudder briefly shook my shoulders. Where are my damn covers?

A sensation of blissful warmth tickled my memory, and in one quick flash it all came back to me. My eyes snapped open, my chills long forgotten as I blinked and waited for my pupils to dilate. The cold had already answered my inquiry, but my adjusted eyes confirmed it; Dean was gone.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do junkrat, mccree, Hanzo & genji with an s/o who can't swim and is scare to start trying? Can you do hc please?

Junkrat

  • Would totally understand if you told him
  • For one, he hates swimming
  • Gets rid of that protective outer layer of grime he has going
  • But he does know how, as Roadhog does feel it a necessity for him to know
  • There are the rarest occasions when he actually WANTS to swim
  • Usually those are on the hottest possible days
  • One time he and Roadhog take you to a lake to cool down, at a private section
  • When you decline getting into the water, Junkrat thinks your just being shy
  • Sooooooo he throws you in
  • When you scream and start floundering, Roadhog just kind of face palms at Junkrats stupidity as Jamison realizes his mistake
  • Diving in, Junkrat catches you around the waist
  • “Darl’, you gotta breathe. Stop that movin’ an’ just hold on to me,” Junkrat said, holding you in one arm while the other moves in the water and keeps you afloat 
  • You can’t fully hear him, terror gripping you as you struggle
  • “y/n!” Junkrat yells, catching your attention. Immediately his voice gentles. “Stop yer squirmin’. Wrap yer arms around me neck, darl’, and just kick at the water gently, okay? I got ye, i promise.”
  • Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try and do as he says. You can feel his legs moving in the water and try to time your strokes with his
  • With you now calm, though shaking, Junkrat starts to paddle over to the shallow end of the small beach, past the dock he’d thrown you off of.
  • “I’m sorry, Darl’. Didn’t realize you didn’t know ‘ow to swim, or i’d ‘ave tried not to throw you in the water…” Junkrat said sheepishly, holding you. “But now that yer in ‘ere, why don’t you let me teach you?”
  • Considering you were already in the water, you finally nodded and bit your lip. “Okay,” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed by your reaction in the water, especially considering your now floating a bit in the water by yourself
  • Junkrat just gives you a kiss on the head. “you’ll be an expert in no time!” he says with a crazy grin.

McCree

  • Isn’t much or a swimmer either, to be honest
  • If he didn’t have Ana to push him to do something like learn how to swim, he might not have
  • It was more of a necessity for Overwatch to know how to swim in case of any situations that can occur
  • So when he hears you can’t swim, he offers immediately to help you learn
  • For you, its rather embarrassing that you don’t know how to swim as a grown up
  • It had just never come around. You’d once been in a pool with floaties on but that is the most of your knowledge
  • So you avoided it, until that moment where McCree tricked you into going to a pool with him
  • He held up a bag with swims suites, towels and sunlotion
  • Immediately you swallowed hard and tried to walk away
  • Immediately he was in front of you, fingers lacing with yours
  • “Darlin’, I know your not a fan of the water,” he said gently. “And i know you think its embarrassing to have to learn as an adult but..it really isn’t. Its good to learn new things and like Ana had said, if anything ever happens-”
  • “Then I’ll drown,” you said simply, a spark of fear in you. You really did not want to drown.
  • McCree took of his hat and scratched his head briefly. “Thats kind of the point of learning this. You don’t have to drown, sweetheart. I know your a bit afraid but…please, let me try and teach you?” McCree asked gently, taking your hand.
  • You looked at the pool, the sun shimmering on the surface. You did not want to swim.
  • But right now McCree was giving you that puppy look that he gave only when he wanted something really badly
  • And for a cowboy, his puppy look was pretty damn cute
  • “Fine,” you muttered in defeat, and looked away when he grinned. “But only on one condition.”
  • McCree looked pretty pleased with himself. “Okay, name anything.”
  • Sighing, you turned and hugged his chest. “Its my turn to choose the movie tonight.”
  • A warm laugh rang out and he stroked the hair from your face. “Deal,” he said, and the rest of the afternoon was spent with him teaching you how to swim.

Hanzo

  • Is surprised to learn you don’t know how to swim
  • And of course, you aren’t the one who told him
  • So now he’s curious. Subtly he tried to bring up swimming, to see if you actually know how to or not
  • Either way you manage to avoid telling him about your fear of swimming
  • Hanzo is one of those people who feel like swimming is a bit of a basic life skill that everyone should know
  • Finally he challenges you, asking if you want to go to the beach with him
  • Brazenly, you agree. After all, going to the beach didn’t mean you had to swim
  • When the two of you arrive, Hanzo insists on swimming first. You just say you’d rather go make a sandcastle. Later, you’d rather go find shells. After that, your hungry.
  • Hanzo frowns, noticing your avoiding the water. In fact, you won’t even get close to it.
  • “Y/n,” he says finally, the curiosity killing him. “You do know how to swim, right?”
  • “Yes!” you lied, feeling a bit defensive. You didn’t want to tell him. It was embarrassing to you and you didn’t want Hanzo to judge you.
  • Looking skeptical, Hanzo crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Okay. Then why don’t we go look for starfish? Over in the shallow water?” he suggests, eyeing you. Swallowing, you didn’t want to give in. So you agreed.
  • The two of you headed for the water. You stepped in to your ankles, and it was fine. To your calves, it was fine. To your knees…
  • Hanzo watched you start getting nervous, saw the light tremor in you. He noticed when you wouldn’t go beyond your knees, and he finally decided that you couldn’t swim. And honestly, he felt kind of guilty for pressuring you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.
  • “y/n…I’m sorry, “Hanzo said finally, coming over and taking your hand. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I know you can’t swim and I can see there might be a little more to it. Will you forgive me?” he asked gently.
  • Looking up at him, you were surprised that there was no judgement or ridicule in his eyes
  • Face flushing, you took a deep breath. “Of course. I’m…I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I..I wish I knew how to swim but honestly…it scares me a little,” you admitted, sliding your arms around his waist.
  • It made him feel guiltier then he had moments ago. “Do…do you wish me to teach you?” Hanzo carefully suggested. He wouldn’t force you. He was prepared to spend the rest of the day on the beach, looking for shells and enjoying your company where you were comfortable.
  • You’d never really thought about letting anyone teach you. “…Okay,” you said determinedly, to both of your surprise. The rest of the day was spent with him giving you lessons, and kisses, and eventually the two of you did find the starfish you were looking for.

Genji

  • Genji did not have to find out by another means
  • Nor did he have to trick you or dump you in the water like others
  • You loved and trusted Genji,  a person who sometimes was just as hesitant as you
  • One day you had gone up and asked to speak with him
  • You’d told him of your fear of swimming. You’d had a bit of an accident in your childhood that had made swimming scary
  • But everyone else was getting excited about going for a beach day and you wanted to be able to hang out and swim with everyone else…
  • So…you asked Genji if he’d be willing to teach you how to swim
  • It had surprised him, mostly that you felt he was the person to ask
  • But it also made him extremely happy
  • The two of you went early one day to a private pool for the two of you to learn in. Genji was the first of you both to get in, without his mask and wearing as little of his suit as he could.
  • It was cute because he was even wearing swim trunks
  • “It is your turn, my love,” Genji said, voice full of affection as he swam over and held out his hands to you
  • Now that you were in front of the water, the fear was much more prominent and you found you couldn’t move, your eyes locked on the water
  • Genji noticed how you seemed frozen in fear and after a moment, he reached out and took your hand
  • The feeling of his wet hand surprised you and quickly you started to pull back, but he didn’t let go.
  • “Just wait a moment. Please. Here, try sitting down. Put your toes in the water only,” Genji suggested, watching you with gentle eyes. “You know I will not let anything happen to you, y/n.”
  • For a moment you did nothing, but finally you listened and sat. Putting your feet out ahead, you dipped your toes in the water.
  • “Now scooch closer. Slowly. Just put a bit of your legs in at a time,” Genji said gently, and you listened. You stopped every moment you felt uncomfortable, but managed to push yourself to put a bit more in, till finally…the water was to your thighs and your legs dangled in it.
  • “I’m such a baby,” you whispered glumly, feeling a bit down about this. This had taken 45 minutes by itself.
  • Shaking his head, Genji came over and moved between your legs, arms wrapping around you. “You are not a baby. I think you are very brave,” he said, before pulling you in.
  • A scream left you and you clutched him, practically sitting on his chest with your legs around his back. It was fine though, as Genji was holding you up so your upper body was still out.
  • “I’m going to slowly lower you, okay? I’ll be holding you the whole time. The water will only come to your neck,” Genji said gently, and after a moment you just stared at him. You realized how much patience he was showing you, and how sweet he was actually being.
  • “Genji…” you said after a moment, looking away.
  • “Yes?” he asked, looking up at you
  • Face pink, you stared at the water, unable to stay tense in his arms.
  • “Thank you.”