i should not be awake but i had to doodle these

Transference (M) – Chapter 06

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Summary: After experiencing one of the worst days of your life, you face difficult truths about yourself while under Hoseok’s facilitation.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 13,167

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: This chapter is going to hurt.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Drunk/Tired Lance College Headcanons

He’s pretty much that Drunk Girl™ post personified.

  • Found Allura crying because she missed her dad and home so he brought her a sweater and a kitten and threatened to beat up whoever made her cry.
  • Interrupted a conversation some girls were having and apologized profusely about it but he just had to say how bomb her highlight looked
  • Was worried Hunk wasn’t eating well due to exams and finals so at 3 am he cooked him a three course meal and made his favorite homemade snack just like Hunk’s mom used to make them (Hunk is pretty much wtf since Lance only seems to know how to make simple stuff and even burned water once)
  • Shiro found him swaddled and buried in blankets or pillows while he was tired but still trying to stay awake and tried to give him that Disappointed Dad Look™ but he just glared at him saying “I’ve seen better disappointed looks from my dog, try again.”
  • Lance usually overthinks things but oddly enough if he’s drunk or tired enough everything is super simple?
    • Pidge: What the hell is wrong with this code???? I’ve re-calibrated it like six times and it still won’t verify anything?!?!!?
    • Lance looking over at it upside down from where he’s laying on the couch all awkward like and what should be physically impossible: Move that 6 and letter A on line 4 to line 5 and move that dash to the right about 3 spaces.
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge: What the fuck 
  • There was one time a professor tried to call Lance out…one time
    • Professor: Lance since you’re so obviously engaged in this discussion and no one else can seem to find the answer can you explain this theory for us?
    • Lance having stayed up till 4am when it’s now 7 o’clock: I could if this was even the chapter you had assigned to us to look at and said we would be discussing today, but I mean you’re either going to say well done and try to make it seem like you were testing us when in reality you had no damn idea and was gonna continue teaching like you knew what the fuck you were talking about or you’re going to try to make me look dumb with your pirate looking ass but by all means do what you do.
    • He promptly passed the fuck out right after.
    • The professor stopped calling on him after that.
  • If Lance is tired enough he literally gives no fucks…at all. He’s trying to go home back to sleep, not deal with anyone’s bullshit today.
    • Lance holding Keith by the collar: Keith no, you can’t fight him today, I’m tired and I want to go home and sleep. why are you trying to fight him anyway.
    • Keith: He was talking shit about my mom
    • Lance rolling his sleeves up: You stay the fuck here I’m kicking his greasy ass myself.
    • They had to get Shiro to pick them both up.
    • Lance and Keith: DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!!!
    • Shiro: What the hell did you two do? And Lance why is your lip busted?
    • Lance: The other guy’s going to need an ambulance okay I’m fine, just drive the fuck away now! I think dude’s girlfriend called the cops.
    • Shiro: What the fucking-
    • Shiro tries to be mad but those two are in the backseat asleep and cuddling so he thinks he can let this slide just once.
    • He doesn’t wake them up when he gets in the driveway so like the shit brother he is he leaves them in the car.
    • He waits until it’s 12 at night before setting off the car alarm.
  • Lance just compliments anyone and everyone when he’s super tired.
    • He’ll say how nice and what a good friend Hunk is.
    • Makes Pidge a flower crown like he does for his nieces and nephews
      • Pidge: Where the fuck did you get the flowers? The campus is literally fake grass and the park is at least 10 miles away. You haven’t even left the dorm what the fuck?
      • Lance: Shhhh hush, now you’re the prettiest girl in town with a flower crown
      • Pidge: What was I before?
      • Lance: Prettiest girl in town duh
    • Does the most badass and elegant braids and styles for Allura’s hair but most of the time he’s not even conscious for it and when she shows up with her hair done up he asks her who she went to and she says him and he just sits there having an epiphany for a solid ten minutes every time looking at his hands like they’ve saved lives.
    • He told Coran he was the best uncle ever and the man has not stopped crying about it. Had the quote printed and framed, it’s hung up on the wall for everyone to see.
    • Shiro was asleep so he just got tape, put strips of it on his prosthetic arm (Don’t write on someone’s arm permanently that’s rude) and used the strips to write out small compliments and doodle nice things like flowers and kittens. Shiro wants to be made about but like…it’s not even permanent and he keeps finding a new doodle every few minutes like a easter egg hunt so it keeps him entertained.
    • Saw Keith was sad one time, went out at 11 at night to an old family friend that lived out near where he was, came back with kittens he newly adopted from family friend and just dumped about 3 kittens on Keith.
      • Keith: Lance what the fuck
      • Lance: Pretty people shouldn’t be sad and you’re like the prettiest so that’s pretty much against the federal law??? And kittens are like happiness personified. Keep them, I can’t take them back.
      • He passed the fuck out right after that too.
      • Keith with kittens in his lap: What the fuck
Flirt (One)

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genre:
fuckboy!jungkook, college!au, smut?, angst?
words: 4.1k
member: jungkook  (ft. taehyung)

despising jeon jungkook as he hooks up and steals your best friend away from you.

(credits to gif owner for the gif that kills all)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

“Where are you going?” 

“To see lover boy.”

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Tree Tattoos

Summary:  Whenever you turn 16, whatever happens to your body happens to your soulmate’s body. Connor Murphy’s soulmate loves trees and flowers, but is also suicidal and anxious. He writes reminders about how they should take their medications, and that today was going to be a good day.
He’s paired up with Evan Hansen, the boy who he tried to get away from after signing his cast, in Biology 2. He offers to hang out after school, and Evan accepts.
The sad thing is that everything flips there.
Word Count: 7.1K
Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide attempt, and panic attacks.


Fifteen tattoos were littered all over Connor’s body.  They were small, and he had been getting them since he was 16, and his mother wrote out a thing saying he had parent’s permission to get tattoos.  Cynthia only did that because all the drawings were soulmate markings.

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Boyfriend sounds lame -Tom Holland

A/N: I gave my mom a minor heart attack because I googled pregnancy tests for this imagine bfkdj This one feels a little rushed because I have a huge writers block-_- Enjoy?

You were alone in your bathroom, staring at the two pink lines. Who thought that two so unimportant seeming pink lines could change your whole life. Your hands were trembling, your mind still trying to comprehend what this meant, your body refusing to accept it all.
A knock pulled you out of your trance and your head shot up, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“Baby are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for some time.” Tom shouted on the other side of the door and your eyes widened. You brushed over your cheeks, trying not to panick and got off the bathtub.
“Yeah I’m fine.” you called back before he could get suspisious. You shoved the test into your pocket, not risking him seeing it by throwing it into the bin.

“Hey.” you said as soon as you opened the door because he was standing right infront of you.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face and you cracked a half smile.
“Yeah…just felt a little nauseous.” you shrugged your shoulders and he furrowed his brows.
“I’m fine. Stop it.” you chuckled nervously and he laid his palm against the crook of your neck and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
“I need to rush out. But if you should feel bad again, you call me alright?”

You nodded obediently and walked him over to the front door where he put his shoes on.
You couldn’t tell him right now. Maybe it was false. You should know for sure before telling him. But doesn’t he deserve to know right away?

“Tom!” you called him as he opened the door and he stops to turn around.
He raised a questioning brow and looked into your eyes and you froze. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, shaking your head lightly.
“Don’t overwork yourself.” you said finally and his lips formed into a smile.
“Same goes for you, darling.” he said and leaned in to give you a last kiss before he shut the door behind him.

You decide to call in sick and go to the closest pharmacy to buy five different tests.
You stuff them into your bag immediatly and don’t take off your glasses or cap. You rush home again and procrastinate as long as possible. You are again locked in the bathroom when you here the front door open. You jump up and throw all of them into a bag and stuff it under the counter. Tom would never look there. You unlock the bathroom door and walk into the kitchen with a fluttering heart, trying to gather the courage together to tell him. Six positive tests couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

You opend your mouth again to say something and he turned around at the same time which made you freeze. Again.
He looked tired and stressed which was always not a good time for serious discussions.
“Hey…” you said and walked over, to pull him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head.
“I have to fly away in the morning. For three months.” he said into the silence and your whole body stiffened.
“I know. I’m sorry. I would take you with me if I could. The last thing I want is to leave you behind right now.” he apologized but your mind was else where. Getting a child, raising a child was impossible in your relationship. He was always gone for several months. The poor child would barely know his dad. A shiver ran down your spine and you pulled away from him which he interpreted differently.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” he said and took your hand in his but you stepped backwards still burried in your own thoughts.
“I’m not. I’m just…tired.” you lied and turned away so he wouldn’t see the tear escaping your eye. This was impossible.

***

The next morning you drove him to the air port. No one said anything. Tom thought you were mad at him for leaving again but the truth was you were afraid to say anything. Afraid of breaking down and crying making him feel obligated and overwhelmed. So you said nothing.
You kissed him good bye and put on a fake smile. He knew it was fake but he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” he said while pulling apart and you nodded.
“Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

You said your goodbyes as always and you waved after him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

***

You decided for yourself to see a doctor before you would tell Tom anything. To be 100% sure. There was still that tiny bit of hope in the corner of your mind that all of the tests were wrong. It’s been a month since you found out yourself and you were finally sitting in the doctors room, waiting for the doctor to come back with your results. You knew Dr.Payton for a long time so you didn’t have to wear anything to hide your identity.
“So! We have the results.” he said and you looked over your shoulder to the door where Dr.Payton just had walked in.

“Do you want to wait for Tom to come in?” he asked politely and you felt a dagger in your heart.
“Oh, no that’s not necessary. He is out of the country. You know Tom. Always busy.” you faked a chuckle and tugged your hair behind your ear to keep your hands busy.
“You’re right. You’ll tell him yourself.”

“What?” Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped.

“You’re having a baby! Congratulations!” he cheered and you laughed. He interpreted it as hapiness but it was out of pure panick.
In that moment you heared a gentle knock on the door and looked over your shoulder as a reflex. A nurse peeked her head through the gap and her eyes widened as she saw you.
“You…you’re…” she stuttered and Dr.Payton shut her down because you were in no condition to talk.
“Could you please leave us alone?” he said and his expression was ice cold.
“I’m so sorry for that. I always tell them to not come in when you are here. She must have overheared it.” he apologized but you didn’t react to that.

“I should go now.”

***

Two days later you were skyping with Tom who was telling you about his events and interviews. Even though you tried really hard to concentrate your mind traveled off to your concerns.
“And then I cheated on you with this really hot girl at the bar. How do you like that?”

“That’s great baby. I’m proud of you.” you answered and kept doodling in your notebook.
“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you said and looked up from your notebook into the camera.

“What’s going on?” he asked and furrowed his brows looking into your eyes, searching for the cause of your absence.

“Nothing. Why?” you said and raised your brows innocently.

“You’re lying. I just told you that I cheated on you and you told me that you are proud of me. Either we are having an open relationship I don’t know about or you went crazy.” he joked halfheartedly and you furrowed your brows.

“You did what?” you growled and put your notbook to the side.

“That’s more like the reaction I expected.” he chuckled but it was not funny to you at all.
“It was a joke. It was a test. You were not listening.”

“I was!”

He raised his eyebrows and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Maybe I wasn’t in that moment. But I was.” you defended yourself and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“Alright champ. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty little head.” he said and leaned back.

“Nothing.”

“Liar, liar pants on fire. You want me to come over with a fire estinguisher?”

“You’re a moron.” you said rolling your eyes and he laughed his ass off. You just opened your mouth to say something when you heared a knock on his door.

“Wait. Hold on. I have to get that.” he said and pealed himself off the couch and put his phone on to the coffee table.
You waited while chewing on your bottom lip and tried to form the right sentences in your head.
As soon as he appeared back on your screen you opened your mouth but he interrupted you.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Someone messed up something and I have to fix it.” he sighed and you closed your mouth again. Maybe telling him face to face was better.
“Alright. We’ll talk later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

***

After that you didn’t get the chance to tell him. You barely could talk to him anyways because you were always nauseous and dizzy. One time you almost fainted and had to lay down. You only had short conversations about unimportant stuff but you talked every now and then. As your condition got worse you finally decided to tell him. You felt dizzy the whole day and couldn’t get out of the bathroom. Nothing was staying in your stomach and you felt drained. You didn’t have the courage to go to the hospital out of fear someone would recognize you.

But whenever you called him he either didn’t pick up or the line was busy. This went on for three days and you were feeling helpless.
You pealed yourself off the bathroom floor, your sight blurry, your head heavy and were stumbling to your bedroom when the front door flew open and a very angry Tom stepped in.

“How dare you not tell me about our child?!” was the first thing he yelled and you felt a familiar sharp pain in your head. Oh no.
“Tom…” you stepped forward trying to tell him that you started to see black when your knees gave in and you fell to the ground.

***

You woke up in a bright room, a familiar beeping filling your ears, two of them actually. Your nose tickled every few seconds and your eyes fluttered open. As soon as you open your eyes you saw Tom sitting beside your bed, holding your hand with closed eyes and your heart skipped a beat.
“What happened?” you said with a sore throat and his head shot up. His eyes were filled with pure concern and fear. As soon as he looked at you, relief took the place of fear.
“Thank god you’re awake.” he said and leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead.
“You scared me so much when you fainted.” he said with a shaky voice and kissed the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked again and sat up while your free hand wandered to your belly.
“You’re fine. Both of you are. You were drained because of the constant puking. Your body shut down to prevent worse. I could’ve lost you both.” he said and you could hear a little anger in his voice.

“I was scared. I am scared. I didn’t know what you would think. If you would want to keep it. If you’d be angry. If you’d be happy. If you’d leave me. I knew nothing.”

“I am scared too but that’s not a reason not to tell me.” he said a little hurt and you let your shoulders sink.

“I know. I tried to tell you several times but there was always something in between. You didn’t even pick up your phone the last few days.”

“Because I had already found out and I would have broken your heart if I had picked up.” he explained himself and you nodded.

“How’d you find out?” you finally asked and couldn’t look up.

“A nurse at Dr.Paytons posted the results. She got fired right away when they found out who it was and they took it down. I stumbled across it because of the fans congratulating me. I thought it was a bad joke at first.” he said and you looked up through your lashes into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry for not being there for you.”

***

8 months later you are standing at the front door and look down at your shoes.
“Tom!” you call for him and look over to the living room.
“Tom!” you call again now more impatient and hear his footsteps coming closer. He leanes against the doorframe and crosses his arms infront of his chest, trying to hide his grin.
“Stop grinning like an idiot and help mr. I can’t tie my shoelaces.” you say rolling your eyes and make him chuckle. He walks over to you and kneels down while taking your shoe laces into his hands.
“Can you see me from up there?” he jokes and ducks down to avoid your hand.

“Shut up. I can’t even see my own feet. Everything is swollen and hurts. It feels like somebody is ripping my spine out and I have shit head for a boyfriend.”

He stands up with a big grin on his face after he is finished and cups your face with his hands.
“Don’t you think that boyfriend sounds a little lame?” he askes and your eyes widen. He chuckles at your reaction and pulles away to open the front door.

“Wait. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask and turn around to look at him but he walks out of the door.

“We have an appointment. You better hurry up.”

“Tom!”

Pen Pals

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: Yes

@thatthinghasclaws:  Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)

A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.

You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.

Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened.
You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.

“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.

“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.

“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you.
Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.

Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink.
You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand.
He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.

He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…

He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.

Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now.
Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.

He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something…
The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.

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~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls.
You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?

Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.

“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.

Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.

Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.

The tingling comes back.

Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?

No fair, I asked first.

Well, I asked last.

Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?

Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.

Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?

You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.

Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?

He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.

Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?

Dumbledore. You?

Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!

Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?

No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.

Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.

You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.

You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.

You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.

“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.

Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.

Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?

He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.

Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.

Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?

Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.

Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?

Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.

Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!

Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.

I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!

I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.

Wait, did you just say meet up!?

Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?

Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.

He found you before you saw him.

“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.

Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.

“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.

Well, that failed.
You hold back tears as you run.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, that failed.
He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.

He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.

“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.

Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked.
You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.

I’m on my way!

A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!

Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?

“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.

“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”

Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before!
He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.

The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.

******

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.

Where are you?

A tingle.

I’m here waiting for you!

You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…

You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.

You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.

Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.

You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.

“It’s you.” you both murmur at the same time.

Mr. Sleepy Head

At first you’re annoyed with the guy that falls asleep next to you in class, but he’s like a fucking puppy. How could you be annoyed with that for long?

Anon said: If my 😴😴😴 eyes arent deceiving me I see that requests are open pls write me a college!au thing where ty is always sleeping in class and you always happen to sit next to him and one day he falls asleep on your shoulder and just 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💖 idk i’m tired write that for me to read when i wake up -sleepy lty enthusiast 😴💘👍       

for carmen because she saw the secret ;))) 👀👀👀👀 enjoy sleepyhead ^^

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Movie Night

It’s here! The first part of “Our Girl” is here! This is a Dean x Reader x Sam series. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1076

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)



          “Come on, Sam!” you and Dean both yelled from where the two of you were perched in bed. You had a bowl full of a mix of snacks made into a kind of trail mix. Dean had the drinks lined up for the three of you. Sam was in charge of the milkshakes you had requested. And he was taking too long for your and Dean’s liking.

           “I’m here,” Sam laughed, walking into the room with the three milkshakes, “You two are so impatient.”

           “Well, yeah,” you grinned up at him.

           Sam put the milkshakes on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to you, “What are we watching?” he asked.

           “It was Y/N’s turn to pick,” Dean grumbled slightly.

           Sam laughed, “Which musical are we watching this time?” he asked, knowing your movie taste well.

           “Chicago,” you grinned.

           “I can live with Chicago,” Sam said.

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Shiro's Turn, Tumblr AU Shance

Shiro is Gay™ basically
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Shiro sipped his coffee while scrolling through his Tumblr, his brother asleep on the couch behind him. He was visiting for a week, since his brother was a bit of a hot gay mess and Shiro was mainly his emotional support.

Keith was currently pining after someone named Hunk who worked at a bakery, and when Keith started pining he usually ended up forgetting to take care of himself. Which was where Shiro came in.

For now, Shiro was content with answering Anon asks and the occasional doodle and reblog or like, eyes scanning the computer screen, slightly bored.

Unfortunately, he was taking a bigger gulp of his drink when he scrolled down enough to see the most gorgeous man that couldn’t possibly be real on his dash.

He inhaled too quickly and choked on his hot coffee, turning his head away to cough violently, brown liquid splattering onto the floor as Shiro hacked up his lungs.

His sudden loud bout of coughing startled Keith awake, the other man jolting up and flailing, falling off the couch with a startled yelp and a thud.

“Shiro! What the fuck, man?!?” Keith hissed, pulling himself up over the couch arm to glare at his older brother, furious at being woken up so rudely.

“Keith, I’m so fucking gay, holy shit-” Shiro wheezed through his tears, hand patting his chest as the coughing fit paused for a minute to let him breathe before starting up again.

“I knew that already, but why are we stating this fact again?” Keith questioned, raising an eyebrow at his dying brother.

Shiro merely pointed at the screen, still trying to get coffee out of his lungs.

Keith huffed and got to his feet, padding over to squint at whatever onscreen was making his brother react like this.

“Oh. It’s just a selfie of Lance?” He asked, blinking and turning to his brother.

Shiro had significantly recovered to the point of sitting upright again. “Yes? But he’s actually kinda hot?” The older man stated, rubbing his eyes clear of water to stare at the screen again.

The selfie was of BlueLionLance, and god he was adorable. Pretty blue eyes like the ocean, flawless tanned skin, brown hair that looked positively silky and soft, a bright grin with perfect white teeth and dimples. He was positively gorgeous, probably spent a lot of time taking care of his skin what with how smooth it looked.

Shiro’s fingers twitched, itching to feel Lance’s skin and hair in person to see if the other man was as soft to touch as he looked.

Keith took one look at the sappy, lovestruck look on his brother’s face and sighed.

“I’ll go get the ice cream, we can pine together on the couch and watch crappy romance movies.” He stated, already moving to the fridge.

Shiro smacked his head down onto the computer desk with a groan.

“Yeah. Good idea.”
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Shiro POV, he’s a thirsty boy, poor baby.
I’ll probably make an info list for this later, for worldbuilding. Hope you enjoyed! Wonder what I should do next for this….. oooohh, maybe a con! I’ve always wanted to try writing out one of those! :3

My hero- A Jasper Hale Imagine

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but instead of a oneshot I turned it into an imagine with (Y/N) instead of Bella’s name. I took five requests in hopes for a longer more detailed imagine. Thank you all so much for your patience, I know you are all going to really like this. 

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Request #1: Jasper x Bella oneshot, Bella meets Jasper as a kid post in the park and he helps her get home over the years he appears in her life comforting her and being nice , she thinks he’s an imaginary friend . She moves to forks Washington and sees him in school and she thinks she’s going crazy . But when she’s almost hit by Tyler’s truck he saves her and she realizes he’s real and it’s basically the first chapter of twilight rewritten with Jasper. Please


Request #2: Ok so I’m 15 and I still sometimes get really paranoid abt things being under my bed or something (ok it’s super embarrassing) but could u do an imagine abt like jasper coming to put his human mate to sleep and finding her really scared Bc she thinks there is a monster under her bed and then he checks and comforts her and tells her stories of his past life until she falls asleep? Thanks. Love ur blog g😍


Request #3: I’m so happy you’re still active. Do you still take requests? If so, could you write one where jasper saves the reader from a group of men? Kind of like when Bella was about to be attached in the second book. Maybe some angst, then some jasper fluff?


Request #4:Could you write a Jasper x reader imagine where it’s like super fluffy and sweet? I can’t seem to find a huge amount of love for my precious baby in the fandom and I need some! Please and thank you 😊


Request #5:Could you write something with jasper where he’s you’re mate, and you’re human, and he’s super protective over you, especially with men. 

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It's A Date // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: I would like to request a teacher x student with Johnny being the new college professor falling in love with his a student.

words: 1169

category: fluff + drabble

author note: just a lil johnny drabble! i think i’ve gotten the most johnny requests out of everyone so i hope you guys like this drabble.

- destinee

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Handwriting 2/2

I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

4200 words, watch for the cut!


When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

“Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.

~*~

The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

“Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

“I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.

~*~

The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

“Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.

~*~

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For You / Ieyasu x MC

Week 2

Tuesday

Whenever she asked him questions about himself, he always felt something cold move across him, as if he were iced from the inside, his organs and nerves being protected by a sheath of frost. In that moment, though, when the words slipped past her lips, he thought he might break, that if he said anything the ice would shatter and he would splinter and crack. So he waited until his voice sounded normal before he let the words fly:

“No,” he sneered, “I don’t need you anymore tonight. Or any other night. Know your place, kitchen wench.”

She took a long time to respond. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, milord,” she said, quietly, and though he didn’t look at her, staring hard at his book, he had felt her eyes on him the whole way, bearing down and heavy, until the moment she passed through his door and melted into the night.

The problem was that she was greedy for information: she wanted to know how he had been raised, and if he had any siblings, and who his friends were, true friends, and whether he preferred one flavour over another. And sometimes the air grew so hot not only with the questions she was asking, but the manner in which they were asked — honest, guileless and a little too foolish for a cook from Kyoto — that he felt strangled by their weight and frequency and inevitability.

She wanted to know so much; she wanted so many answers. And he understood it, he did— he wanted answers, too. He wanted to know everything about her as well, but while she had made her intention as clear as an arrow’s twang, he couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate, in part because of who he was, who he was meant to be, but also because he wasn’t sure whether it was worth the endeavour. If she was worth the effort.

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Concept: the little eel faces on Kaldur's hands change their expression depending on his mood

Being a good archer means having a good eye for detail, and Artemis has never been anything but excellent.

So it’s understandably galling when she realizes, three years into their friendship, that Kaldur’s tattoos are more than they seem.

They’re at the annual League Winter Solstice Party when she first notices, snatching his wrist as he’s about to hand Harper (on a short break from his fruitless quest to find whoever-the-fuck, Speedy, the first Roy Harper) a glass of mulled wine.

“Why are your tattoos happy,” she slurs, squinting through the pleasant buzz of alcohol. The Watchtower falls under international rules when it comes to alcohol–everyone eighteen and over is legal, and like any self-respecting American teen, she’s taking advantage while she can.

“Can they be happy? Harper, hey, Roy,” she says, and shoves Kaldur’s hand in Roy’s face. She gestures to the smiling eels that adorn Kaldur’s hands. “Am I drunk? Why are his hand snakes so, so smiley?”

Roy hmm’s, faking intrigue while shooting Kaldur an amused look. He probably thought Artemis didn’t see it, which she totally did, because detail, but she chooses not to mention it. Because, well, answers.

“No clue what you’re talking about, Blondie,” Roy says, smirking. “Does someone need a glass of water, kiddo?”

“Fuck your water,” Artemis murmurs, dropping Kaldur’s wrist. She steals the mulled wine first, downing it in one gulp to prove a point.

Roy throws his hands up in mock defeat. “Careful, Kal,” he jokes, “Looks like we got a badass over here.”

Kaldur smiles, warm with amusement at their antics. “A badass who I sincerely hope doesn’t think that a hangover will be getting her out of training tomorrow,” he teases gently, eyes dancing.

It’s a look that she doesn’t get to see on him often, Artemis realizes with a pang. Suddenly nostalgic, she throws her arms around the both of them, drawing them together.

“We should dance,” she asserts firmly, gesturing drunkenly with one heel-clad foot at the impromptu dance floor. Zattanna and Rocket are already up there, swaying drunkenly to Nat King Cole. “C’mon.”

She manages to pull the two of them to the floor, all three rocking gently in awkward tandem before Wally comes and pulls her away for a dance of their own–Kaldur I can understand, but don’t tell me you’re leaving me for Harper of all people, babe–and as she’s pulled away she sees Roy throw Kaldur’s arms over his shoulders as he leads the other man in a drunken waltz.

As Wally spins her around the room–he’s had three times the number of drinks as her, at least, but speedster metabolisms and so on–she catches a glimpse of Kaldur’s face tucked over Roy’s shoulder, blush flushing his high cheeks bones. She can see the little eels, too, grinning, where they rest on the strong muscles of Roy’s neck.

Well I’ll be damned, she thinks, and resolves to tease the two of them with this story when they finally get their shit together.

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Tainted Darkness

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It’s been a whole week since Angel was locked up on Dark’s ship. One week of being in chains, alone in a room. She didn’t know what else to do other than wait for Anrez and the rest of the crew to come for her. There were no other exits other than the door, and room was being guarded by demons, so all she could do was sit and wait.

Dark said no one would find her but she refused to believe such a statement. She Knew, her crew would find her, it was only a matter of time.

Angel didn’t exactly know what Dark’s plan was for her, but she could heard some bits from the other side of the door.

“When will this take place captain, do you really think this will make those sea pups surrender?”

“Of course it will. Don’t question your captain. We have Cappy’s lady slash first mate and we can use her to sink those swines.

After today, we’ll see what Cappy and his crew will think of My new first mate~”

Angel raised her eyebrows slightly as she heard, ‘she can’t mean me’ she thought, ‘I’d never join her.’

She sat there with her thoughts for quite awhile before she was interrupted once she heard Dark shouting something, then the door slammed open and two demons entered, uncuffing her chains and pick her up in their tight grasps.

“Hey!! Let, go of me!! Let go!!” She shouted before putting a bag on her head and bring her outside on deck.

She struggled in their grasps and felt a bit chill from the cold ocean breeze once they got on deck, and dropped her down in front of them. She felt a chill on her wrists and at her knees, as she was frozen to the ground, and she shivered.

The bag was removed from her head and dark stood in front of her smiling, with her crew surrounding them,

“Ah, my sweet, little angel~” Blu smirked before tossing the bag aside, “how lucky you are~ to be here, alive, well, and still so, beautiful~”

Angel didn’t say a thing and only glared, giving a growl.

Dark chuckled, kneeling down to caress her cheek, “don’t be koi, darling~ show a bit more, gratitude, will you?~ I could’ve killed you~ I could’ve killed you and sprinkled your dust all over Cappy’s ship, all while he was helpless and heartbroken at the lost of his precious lady~” Dark gave a “soft” look,

“But I didn’t~ that wouldn’t have been As fun as what I have in store now~”

“What exactly Are you gonna do? Huh? Make me a hostage? Make me be a part of your crew? Heh, no, I heard your plan from outside the room. I’d never join you.” Angel snarled at Dark.

“Ahahahaha, oh Angel~ how smart, yet so, stupid~” Dark said while standing, “I guess you got to hear my plan before I explained. Saves me the trouble. Let’s just begin now~ I’m growing restless to receive my new first mate.”

“I’d never be your first mate!!” Angel shouted at Dark.

“I wasn’t giving you an option~” Dark smirked darkly and evilly at Angel, pulling out a red, diamond shaped box crested with crimson jewels, and holding it in both of her hands.

Angel’s face was covered in fear once she realized what Dark was going to do. She struggled to get free, and pleading Dark to let her go as Dark started reciting a calling prayer in an unknown language.

Dark’s crew slowly began to join in this prayer, all of their eyes, including Dark’s, glowing brightly as a dark aura started to surround them. A red mist started emerging from the box as Dark opened it.

“No!! No no no!! Don’t do this!! No!!” Angel pleaded as the red mist increased in size.

The calling got louder as Blu recited firmly,

“Let this tender sheep be your new form, and let your terror reign again! Together we can eradicate the damned and bring forth chaos to this wretched world!! Let the tainted Darkness, REIGN!!”

And with that, Angel’s screams of pain and anguish, were all that were heard.

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Anrez and his crew never stopped their searching. Cherry and CTK continued to find leads on where Dark and her crew could’ve gone, day and night, while V, Mel and Senkiller tried to find good supplies for the fight and to search for Blu’s charm.

There was no luck in finding Blu’s charm, even though V searched every possible place Dark would put the charm. V was running out of places to look, and it was almost hopeless. But she didn’t give up and sure as hell didn’t let Mel and Senkiller give up in helping her look either.

CTK and Cherry’s leads had so far led the crew to nothing, while others, contained some small clues on where Dark had gone, according to Cherry.

But then finally, putting what they found so far in the places they’ve searched all together, they had an answer.

An area, placed in the center of the ocean, it wasn’t on the map but it’s where Dark and her Crew should be, with Angel.

The two of them informed Anrez and he didn’t question it at all. He didn’t even say a word. He nodded and told his crew it was time to set sail again, and they set off towards the area Cherry and CTK said Dark would be.

“Don’t worry Angel..” Anrez muttered to himself, “we’re gonna find you.”

All he thought of was Angel in that whole week of gathering and searching. All he thought of was finding her and making sure she was safe. The thought that she was in danger kept him awake at night, and he barely brought himself to take care of himself in anyway.

His crew, grew concerned for their captain’s well being. As he barely ate, and barely sleep. He became colder, more quiet, and his hatred and anger only grew everyday. That drove them even more to find Angel, they hated seeing their captain being this way. But all they could do for now at this point was perservere and hope for the best.

V sighed, “so we know where to go, and we have what we need to fight those demons…but we don’t know how to stop Dark, i didn’t have any luck finding her charm..”

“you sure you checked, everywhere?” CTK asked.

“Every place V thought it would be, high and low,” Mel confirmed.

“Still nothin’,” Senkiller added.

V thought and thought of where else Dark could’ve kept it, she checked everywhere she thought it would in, and still nothing.

Then it hit her, “wait….there’s still one more place…” she started, making the others look at her, “her ship, it has to be on there, to keep anyone from finding it.”

CTK nodded, “okay, if it’s there, how do we get it? It could be anywhere on there and the ship is crawling with demons.”

“I may have a plan lad,” Anrez started, and the crew turned to him.

He explained how CTK, Mel and Senkiller will hold off Dark’s crew while he looks for Angel. Cherry will hold off Dark while V tried to find the charm and then she’ll get it on Dark. They all nodded, agreeing with that plan, filled with determination.

There plan was set and they knew where they were going. Nothing can stop them.

……or so they thought.


They reached Dark’s ship and readied to attack. As they got closer they could see Dark and her crew on board, facing them, as if they knew they were coming.

Dark smirked and greeted them “Ey, Cappy, you finally found us~”

Anrez growled, “Give us back Angel or else we’ll personally dissemble all of you!!”

“Oooh snap, okay first, aren’t you edgy~ and second..” she paused, “your looking for Angel? Hm?” she smiled, which made Anrez’s crew, very uneasy, but they didn’t show it.

“Give her back!! Now!!” Anrez shouted in anger.

“Alright alright…” she smiled the most evil of smiles, “you want to see your Angel?~ Alright~

She’s, right, here~”

With that Angel walked slowly out and stood next to Dark with an emotionless expression. And much to Anrez and his crew’s horror,

her eyes, were a glowing a deep, crimson red.

“No…” V whispered.

“Angel…” Cherry said quietly, an angry feeling starting to build up within her.

Anrez was shocked to see Angel like this, and narrowed his eye sockets at Dark, “Dark….what have you done?”

“Yknow,” Dark began, “I’m a captain of a demon crew~ That consists of demons who prefer to be in their true entity, and others that prefer a vessel, like the one within Angel here~” she said as she placed her hands on Angel’s shoulders.

“And she, is making some, Powerful decisions on what we should do with you and your crew Cappy~

Angel~ sweetheart~ why don’t you tell them what you want to do?~” Dark said sweetly to Angel, taunting Anrez.

Anrez and the others looked at Angel in fear as she was silent. Before a single word, left her mouth in a distorted voice,

…………

“Kill”

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Anrez and Senkiller: @anrez-op-skele

Angel: @armyaangel

V: @vzearia

Mel: @golzy

CTK: @perfectshadow06

Cherry: @domino-doodles

PT! Dark: me

twilightna  asked:

Can I request some more Poly!McHanzo and reader. Like after they are brought into Talon and are getting a lot of love and affection from Eastwood and Arrow Man, much to the annoyance of Reaper and Widowmaker?

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Poly!McHanzo:

“-so, you could either enter through this passageway or you… could…-” The raspy voice of the wraith trailed off into silence as he looked away from the map that he was gesturing to with his glinting claws and gazed at his agents. 

The three chairs that had previously fairly spaced out and aimed at the map mission presentation had been moved closely together, the three agents practically on top of each other. Well. They were on top of each other. The chair reserved for McCree had been abandoned, it’s only use being for your feet, while you were sprawled over Jesse’s lap, your back resting against Hanzo’s chest, the shoulder of your shirt pulled down slightly as the Shimada idly doodled noodle dragons along your shoulder blades as Jesse rested against you, snoozing while you played with his hair. 

“Am… Am I getting through to you guys?” Gabriel asked flatly, staring. 

“Hey Hanzo, can you add a top hat to the dragon?” You glanced at Hanzo over your shoulder, pausing Jesse’s head massage. 

“You want a dragon with a top hat?” Hanzo paused in his drawing, the ink from his ink pen lightly staining his fingers, looking up at you with a slightly incredulous look. 

“And a mustache.” Jesse mumbled, only slightly awake before nudging your hand with his head, wanting you to continue with your magical fingers. 

“A monocle! Add a monocle!” You added, grinning. 

“A dragon with a top hat, mustache and a monocle.” Hanzo repeated, raising his eyebrow, humored, before complying. 

“No? Am I just talking to a brick wall?” Reyes tapped his talons against the table, staring at you three, feeling, not irritation, but the feeling of I’m-too-old-for-this-PDA-shit.

“What are we getting for food later?” Jesse lazily drawled, leaning his head back, motioning for you to give him the good head rubs to the crown of his head. 

“It’s your turn to cook, Jesse.” You said flatly, hearing Hanzo’s soft “hmh”, a sound you recognized as his half-amused, half-god-save-your-soul chuckle from behind you. 

“I’m too sleepy now.” The cowboy pouted, trailing his fingers over your knee. 

“Guys, I’ve been injecting heroin into my eyeballs for the past 20 years.” Gabriel stated. 

“Well, we could order take-out.” Hanzo mused, coloring in the carefully drawn top hat. 

“Did… Are… Did Hanzo Shimada… Just suggest take-out?” Jesse cracked an eye open and turned to stare at his lover. You could even see the love hearts developing in his soft orbs. 

“I kick kittens and smack ice cream out of little children’s hands for fun.” Reyes added. 

“Just this once maybe.” Hanzo stuck his tongue out slightly, drawing the curves for the mustache on the noodle-dragon’s upper lip. 

“So, what should we get? There are several good places around the corner, which do Chinese, Indian, even a good pizza place.” You chipped in, adding a little braid into Jesse’s hair. 

“I’m wearing Morrison’s star spangled thong right now, which is incredibly uncomfortable. I usually go free-bird, the true freedom of expression.” Gabe increased the tempo of his tapping talons, irked. 

“I’m in the mood for pizza.” Jesse stretched his legs out slightly, closing his eyes again. 

“Hm. I could ask Genji for use of his account so we could a discount.” Hanzo draw a quick, little circle for the monocle, finishing his drawing. 

“I love a man with connections.” You snorted, glancing over you shoulder to admire the little ink gentleman noodle dragon which snoozed on your shoulder. 

“Well, I guess this meeting is over, yeah, Gabe?” Jesse sat up , hair disheveled. “So, I guess we’ll be on our way- waIT, JACK’S THONG?!” 

Before you could order the pizza, you and Hanzo had to escort Jesse to the Med Bay, for receiving a chair to the face. 

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Pairing: Yoongi x College Student!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1403

Genre: Fluff

AU: Whatever you write on your skin, appears on your soulmates skin.

~Admin D

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Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 4 (Pennywise x reader)

Stanley Uris’s kippah went sailing through the window of a passing school bus like a frisbee.

“Guys? Really?” You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head as Patrick and Vic cackled like a pair of hyenas.

Stanly got to his feet, dusting the dirt off his pants. Vic pushed him towards your group. Bill had just gotten over being sick, so your aunt had asked you to pick up him and Georgie after school for a couple of days instead of letting them ride their bikes so that Bill wouldn’t over exert himself. Luckily Mrs. Stout had let you leave work for a little while.

“You guys are sad, you know that?” you shot at the Bowers Gang.

Patrick mimicked crying and wiping away a tear. “So sad,” he said mockingly. Vic laughed and Belch gave the response that had earned him the only name you knew him by.

Henry Bowers, the leader of this gang of pathetic miscreants, pointed a finger at you menacingly. “Why don’t you shut your face, bookworm, before I have to add a matching mark to your other cheek?”

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(Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) ‘Cause You Had a Bad Day

(I want you all to know that I created this account for the sole purpose of writing fics and reblogging fandom things without being judged by my followers on my main blog. 

This fic takes place in the modern au, reader is a college student, this is my first fic and if you all like it then it definitely won’t be my last Hamilsquad fic 

Word count: 3256 

Gimme some feedback, I hope you enjoy m’loves! )

It was cold.

Much colder than you had anticipated for a mid-October evening.

It felt more like the beginnings of January when it wasn’t even technically fall yet. A gentle rain had settled over the town you lived in, a soft pitter-pattering of droplets onto the ground succeeding calming you down. You were sitting at a bus stop a fair way from your home and had been for at least a few hours. The sky was dark and you had turned your phone off because the boys wouldn’t stop trying to contact you. You had a huge blowout with your boyfriends after you’d come home from class.

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fictitiousflirt  asked:

Can you write a thing with young!peter getting hurt by helping/protecting the ravagers somehow? Hurt/comfort with the ravager crew would be awesome!

You got it dude!
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Peter came to learn pretty quickly who was and wasn’t friendly on board Yondu’s ship.

Well…friendly was a stretch. But in the least he knew for certain who wouldn’t gut him the second he was out of Yondu’s line of sight.

Currently? Tullk and Kraglin were highest up on his list of friendlies.

And that was more than likely due to the fact that Kraglin was acting medic for minor injuries, and he’d gotten grazed on his right arm during tonight’s raid.

Tullk was holding him on his lap, keeping him from moving and keeping the bad arm steady while Kragiln worked on cleaning it.

He was barely 12. Barely 12 years old, and he’d gotten shot. If he lived a normal life by any human standards, then this probably wouldn’t have happened.

The antiseptic burned probably worse than the wound had hurt before as Kraglin swabbed out the cut flesh, and wrapping it didn’t make the pain much better. Peter hissed as the Xandarian patted the bandages down with his thumb.

“There. That should stay clean. Just don’ touch it or scratch. I’ll check it in the morning. I gotta go help Doc with the cap'n.”

Tullk finally released Peter’s arm as Kraglin began gathering up the medical supplies into his box. Once everything had been packed away, he made a beeline toward the captain’s quarters.

“Oh! And Pete? Thank you!” Came the Xandarian’s shout from down the hall.

Peter climbed down from Tullk’s chair and sat crosslegged on the floor in front of him once Kraglin was out of sight. He sniffled. A hot tear streaked down his face, making a clean track. Another. And another.

Normally, he’d avoid showing this much weakness- emotion? Both.- in front of any of the crew, but this time he couldn’t hold it back. Peter covered his mouth with both hands, barely wrangling back a choked sob.

Tullk looked down at the Terran desperately trying to stop himself from crying more before any of the others came through. They’d only tease him. Make it worse. He was still just a child, after all. He had the right to be upset, or worried about someone, without being laughed at.

Though the Ravager wasn’t exactly an expert on dealing with children, he’d become accustomed to calming Peter after a particularly hard job.

A steady, gentle pat on the back usually did it.

And so he leaned over in his chair, and rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Peter gasped, startled at the sudden contact. That in itself seemed to stop the tears, although the boy was still visibly tensed. Perhaps the panic hadn’t been as bad as he’d thought.

Unsure of how to proceed at this point, Tullk spoke.

“Do..do ye want ta talk about what ‘appened?”

Peter shook his head. No. Tullk hadn’t seen what happened to get both Yondu and Peter under fire, but he was pretty certain Peter was blaming himself.

“Peter..Ye know..nothing that ‘appened was your fault, lad.” He attempted at reassuring. Quill’s head still hung sullenly. Try something else then.

“Ye worried 'bout the captain?”

And at that, he finally got an answer. Sort of. Peter nodded, took a deep breath, gave a great shuddering sigh, and mumbled:

“I didn’t stay where I was supposed to. But Kraglin needed help.”

And that was where he knew he would get the rest of the story. Kraglin had evidently played some role in whatever had gotten the captain shot. But at the moment, Kraglin was assisting in surgery, and he needed to get Peter to rest.

“Cap'n’s goin’ ta be just fine, laddie. Doc’s fixin’ 'im up right now. He’ll be better in the mornin’, I promise. Why don’t you go on off ta bed?” He patted Quill on top of the head gently as he spoke.

The boy seemed to agree with that last sentiment and stood up on wobbly legs, toddling down the hall to his bunk.

It would be another hour and a half before Tullk saw Kraglin again. Kraglin came out to sit in the common area, still wiping clean his hands, visibly shaken, but at the same time relieved.

“Will 'e make it?”

Kraglin gulped against the lump in his throat.

“Y-yeah. We got the rounds out. Stopped the bleeding. Easy fix. He just..he’s gotta sleep it off for a couple days. Gonna be pent up in bed while the drugs kick in. He ain’t gonna like that.”

“Kraglin, you were there. What 'appened, exactly? Quill didn’t exactly want ta talk about it.”

Kraglin didn’t seem to want to tell Tullk much either, but at least he got more of the story out of Obfonteri.

They got the job done. That he knew. Peter was supposed to stay by the ship. Be the look out. He was, under no circumstances, to go out into the fray.

He ended up disobeying that order. He’d spotted a sniper about to shoot Kraglin from above. No one else could see him, and they were all too busy with the guards below.

Peter ran out of the hangar and pushed Kraglin out of the way, nearly causing him to drop their score in the process, but saving his life. He ended up taking the sniper’s shot himself, but he only ended up grazing him due to the height difference.

Of course, seeing Peter get shot made Yondu panic. He sped over, grabbed Peter, yanked Kraglin to his feet and hauled ass towards the hangar, firing behind them all the way. Unfortunately though, he ended up two feet short of the ship’s ramp, with a pair of bullets in his back.

He landed on his knees. Peter half caught him when he fell. Quill couldn’t do anything but watch while Yondu’s blood stained everything it touched a sickly yellow.

Luckily, most everyone had gotten to the ship by then, and another crewman helped Kraglin drag the captain into the ship.

The rest was history.

If Peter hadn’t run outside, then there was a good chance that neither him or Yondu would have a scratch on them. But it was very possible that Kraglin might not be sitting here, telling Tullk this story.


“If Peter hadn’t come outta nowhere…Tullk..I-..I might’ve-..I tried talking to him when we’d just gotten back. Told him none'o'it was his fault. But he just..it didn’t seem to help much.”

There wasn’t much could be done about any of it. In the end, it would more than likely be Yondu himself being able to reassure Quill that would convince the boy of anything. The Terran seemed to trust him the most, despite all the empty threats.

“He’ll be fine, Kraglin. Once 'e sees Cap'n awake and movin’, he’ll come out of it.” Tullk stood, patted Kraglin on the shoulder, and strolled off to find somewhere to sleep.