i still am not sure how i got her hair so purple though

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.


kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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vld cast as monsters

WHY DO I DO THESE????!!!

  • So Keith’s a witch 
    • “Not a warlock, you dumbass, a witch. I don’t need entrails to actually do things, read a book for fucks sake.”
    • In case you didn’t notice, he gets all miffed about the comparison 
  • Allura’s a sorceress
    • The main difference is Keith basically needs a spell book (Lance calls it his cookbook, since he never really ‘casts’ things, just bakes potions) 
    • Allura doesn’t need a book, but she does have to say enchantments
  • Shiro’s a zombie
    • His family adopted Keith
    • Then a few years later he died
    • Keith went all witchy tying to get him back.
      • Obviously, Mr. and Mrs. Shirogane flipped but, eh, they got their son back so no biggie
    • TBH tho Shiro’s lost his arm so many time’s now that Keith’s given up on sewing a new one on him and just got him a prosthetic
  • Hunks a werewolf, comes from big family of them
  • Shay and her brother are were’s, too, but they were Turned, not born
    • Hunk’s family (nobles) don’t give a crap about all that
    • So they took Rax and Shay in when they could
  • Coran’s a seer
    • He’s prophetic and can actually tell what’s going on past all the illusions and glamour thrown around
    • Save for that, Coran’s normal
    • He met Alfor a little after Allura’s mom died and they kind of hit it off
      • He’s pretty much her second dad
  • Lance is mer
    • No, they don’t have tails 
      • they evolved from that eons ago, duh
      • They just control water and have gills, so they move the currents underwater to swim
    • His family lives by the beach near campus so everyone visits often
      • It’s funny cause Allura and Lance’s twin often try and see who can bewitch more people during parties
        • It’s crazy and Coran nearly dies every time
  • Matt’s a ghost
    • He didn’t die, he’s just in a coma, has been in one for a year or so now
    • He hangs out everyone since…
    • …Well…
    • …Let’s just say Keith done fucked up 
    • So now Matt’s tied to the college campus!
    • And he can’t leave whatsoever!
    • Great, huh?
      • “Keith, what the fuCK?!!!”
  • Speaking of college, everyone’s in the same fraternity … sorority … thing ..
    • Well, there’s no gender separation 
    • So it’s just everyone in the same building 
      • As they try not to kill each other and
        • Or blow up the entire campus
  • So one of the most annoying things they all have to deal with is Pidge
  • Kinda
    • So, Pidge is human and doesn’t know about the supernatural
      • Obviously
    • But because Pidge is mortal, they can’t find out about, well, everything
    • But they kinda did?
    • Oops
  • Anyways, it all started when Hunk and Lance brought Pidge home for a project
    • And Matt flipped his shit
      • “…Huh, now that you mention it, she does kind of look like you.”
    • So of course now everything is awkward
    • Hunk is all careful around Pidge, never really talking about his dorm and shit
    • Lance honestly didn’t change cause he’s an awesome liar 
      • Siblings + blackmail = a 100% guarantee he won’t spill the beans 
      • But Pidge will just suddenly look at him, all judgmental and stuff and he’s just like
      • Sweating bullets, like, what the fUCk Hunk how do you deal with this??
      • “I’m feeling something?? is this guilt??? why do I feel guilt?!?!?!”
    • Then there’s Allura and Shiro, who happen to be in a poly relationship with Matt as of second semester
    • One time Shiro almost spills the beans
      • “Honestly, your nothing like your broth - brochure! ….You’re nothing like your brochure?”
      • “…Thank you?”
      • *Allura screaming in the bg*
    • Eventually they all get over it and Pidge is allowed back in the dorm
      • Cause, ya know, they kicked them out for a bit
        • “This place is awesome! How do you apply?”
        • “………. Uh, I don’t really know, Hunk, uh … Lance?”
        • “Ya know, Hunk’d know more about it. He’s the one that got Shay and Rax in.”
        • “What?! I … RAX! Come explain?”
        • “…..fuck.”
    • And now Pidge just frequents the place
    • Sure, there’s weird things going on every other second
      • Like that one closet that Keith won’t let anyone into
      • Or when Shay and Rax get all crabby at random times of the month
      • Or like people including non existent entities in on conversations
      • Or perhaps those moments when random things start to move 
      • “… Why did that mug just … ??? … you know what? Fuck it. Hunk! Come here, I wanna blow shit up!”
    • Everyone manages to keep them in the dark for a whole six months
    • It’s a big project, just keeping Pidge from figuring things out
      • The main problem is because they’re fucking smart and don’t believe in coincidences
        • “No, Pidge, that glass didn’t move. Are you feeling okay?”
        • “No, Pidge, you didn’t just see Allura jump from the second story down without breaking a leg.”
        • “No, Pidge, Keith just really likes his book. Okay. He really likes his book.”
          • “…Is it some kinda kink?”
          • “…Sure. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
            • “Lance, why the fuck does Pidge think I have a fucking book kink?!!”
    • Allura casts a few masking spells and Keith manages to brew a few sealing potions for certain … areas of the dorm
      • But Pidge is sneaky
      • Not to mention immune to Wolfsbane
        • “What the literal fUCK?”
        • “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
          • Te-he, it’s that bad
            • “Wolfsbane is the basis of all things, the foundation, the - the - the … the flour in cookies!! You can’t just leave the flour out of cookies!!”
            • “…You can still make cookies without flour.”
            • “But they’ll be fucking terrible cookies!”
    • Lance smooth talks them out of a few things, too
    • Turns up the charm and Mer’s his way outta things
      • At least, he tries to
      • But Pidge is ace
      • They don’t feel sexual attraction
        • “I can’t do anything! My voice doesn’t work, my charms don’t work, hell, I could flash them and they wouldn’t react.”
        • “Oh trust me, they’d react.”
    • And now Shay and Rax have to come up with stories about all their pills
    • Hunk, the lovable jerk, doesn’t need pills
      • But he does need to explain how he can grow a full on beard in two days
        • “…Blame my mom?”
    • Coran stops doing his freaky glowing eyes thing 
      • Well, he tries
      • He has a few … episodes when Pidge is around and boy
      • Those were fun to cover up
      • Turns out Pidge now thinks Coran’s big into theater and bright blue contacts
    • Even Shiro takes a few precautions
      • He re-sews his stitches nightly so they don’t fly off in the middle of Taco Tuesday
      • He drinks those disgusting potions Keith makes
        • “They keep your body healthy!”
        • “They taste like butt, Keith, like butt.”
      • He spritiz himself in perfume after Pidge notes that he “kinda smells like the earth
        • “Pfft! Smells like the earth? Yeah, that’s eau de coffin.”
        • “Matt, shut up.”
  • In the end, it’s actually Keith who finally spills their secret
    • You see … he and Lance were kind of making out
    • And Mer’s kinda … sorta … glow when they release endorphins
    • So Pidge walks into the living room unannounced and there’s Lance just
    • Sitting there
    • Glowing like a fucking angler fish
  • Covers blown just like that
  • They actually take it really well
    • “… So Lance is a mermaid?”
    • “Kinda.”
    • “And Allura’s a sorceress who’s over ten thousand years old?”
    • “Sort of.”
    • “And Shiro’s dead?”
    • “Oh definitely.”
    • “…Okay.”
  • So, yeah, Pidge now knows what’s going on around the house
  • And after a few quick spells, courtesy of Allura, they can see all the ~magic~ (rainbow, shiny, sparkly) they couldn’t before
    • That also means they can now see the fact that Keith has freaky ass veins after he brews a few potions
    • He can also see Lance’s gills
    • Oh, and the fact that Allura’s hair is fucking silver
      • “Holy shIT! ow the hell did I miss this?!!!”
        • “Uh, hello, Pidge, it’s me, Matt, you haven’t seen me in a year.”
  • But, of course, since Pidge knows now….
    • Hehehe
    • Oh boy
    • Buckle up, everyone
  • First come the questions
  • Everyone, and I mean everyone, had an hour long interrogation interview on how the hell they got away with all this shit
    • It involves lots of secrets, the occasional assassination, and  ~magic~ (rainbow, shiny, sparkly)
  • After that, Pidge pulled Shiro aside and had him explain how the fuck he’s alive
      • “So Keith … dug you up and force fed you a radioactive cockroach?”
  • Then comes Lance’s weird ass explanation of his powers
    • “Let’s see, I can make myself seem beautiful, though I already am~~~, I can breathe underwater, I can force involuntary drownings-”
    • “WHAT?!”
    • “-I can pitch my voice up to a C9, which is awesome cause it’s not even on the keyboard, and …. oh! And I can make people fall in love with me! That one’s fun.”
      • Which then, of course, leads to the awkward explanation of how he and Keith got together
        • “So, let me get this straight, you had a crush on him and he had a crush on you.”
        • “Yup.”
        • “But neither of you knew so Keith gave you a love potion, which then spurred you into pulling your charms and forcing him to fall in love with you.”
        • “Uh-huh.”
        • “And then he thought you didn’t like him so he voodoo’d you both?”
        • “Yup.”
        • “And now you’re technically soulmates with bound hearts?”
        • “Yeah … is that weird?”
        • “No, no, it’s perfectly normal - of course it’s weird, good god what the literal fuCK Keith?!”
  • They question Hunk next
    • The most they manage to get out of him as to how he does what he does it magic (~rainbow, shiny, sparkly~)
    • Shay and Rax don’t fair well, either
      • “I think I’d be more concerned about turning into an over glorified Chihuahua rather than exactly how it happens.”
      • “Speak for yourself. I always thought of myself as a Shih Tzu.”
  • Pidge tried with Allura but she dove right into runes and spells and they just zoned her out after fifteen minutes
  • Keith didn’t fair well either
    • “Why are you purple again?”
    • “…It’s an after effect.”
  • All in all:
    • Everyone is crazy
    • Allura and Lance blow up half of campus trying to make magical lush products
      • “Too much bomb, not enough bath.”
      • “Shut UP, Lance.”
    • Keith raised the dead
    • Again
    • Hunk accidentally runs around campus as both a wolf and a very, very naked man in the same night
      • Pidge was chasing after him with a net
    • Shay and Rax convince everyone to play spin the bottle and it ends with Keith and Lance actively making out in the corner while Shiro strips
    • Matt has managed to accidentally get kids ‘expelled’ ten different times due to his inadvertent need to poltergeist
    • Coran sees the future twice in one day and each time it included chicken nuggets, a thong, and one of Shiro’s detached limbs
    • They nearly destroy the world five times and save it once
    • That involved ketchup, a fourth wall break, and a klance fanfic written by Shay and Pidge

This was so sweet my teeth hurt~ Thanks for this! X3

-Admin Bloo~

Yoosung

  • After a long gaming session on LOLOL, both of you were shocked to see how late it had become.
  • “It’s really late.” “Yeah, it is.” “…” “Do you want to stay over…?” “Uh, yeah…sure”
  • SAVE THESE AWKWARD SOULS.
  • Eventually, it is decided that you guys will have a sleepover in the living room!
  • There was about two feet distance when you both first settled in.
  • That shrunk to a few centimeters in the morning.
  • Apparently, you both hadn’t anticipated how cold it would be. So you unconsciously snuggled into each other overnight.
  • Morning comes in, and you are just unwilling to let go of the warmth, burying yourself deeper in.
  • Your hair tickles Yoosung’s nose, and it wakes him up.
  • He sleepily pats your head, trying to identify what it is.
  • And you look up to see what’s happening, and find his bright purple eyes staring back at you.
  • You can feel his breath fanning your cheeks; there is barely any distance between you two.
  • Then you both jump out and try to pretend that didn’t happen.
  • Both of you were a blushing, stammering mess everywhere for the rest of the morning.

Zen

  • He was so excited to have you sleep over for the night.
  • He insisted that you sleep next to him on his bed, it is more comfortable than either of them on the couch.
  • He knew that he couldn’t take it too far; you had only just met face-to-face.
  • When morning came, you noticed that he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
  • You turned around to find him awake; smiling at you.
  • “Good morning, MC” He whispers as he pulls you closer to press a light kiss on the forehead.
  • While you were in the shower, Zen was congratulating himself while preparing a light breakfast.
  • He was feeling very smug.
  • Take that, trustfund kid. I am a real gentleman.
  • Only to drop whatever he was holding the minute he sees you in his spare clothes since you had nothing to change into.

Jaehee

  • You two were planning to binge-watch the entirety of any musical Zen has ever been in.
  • You were slightly skeptical of making it through ALL of them, but Jaehee was STOKED.
  • You both settled comfortably into the couch with some food within easy reach.
  • Of course, an ENTIRE NIGHT of binge watching is impossible.
  • So you both fell asleep at around 3 am, in the middle of Jalapenos no less.
  • Jaehee was the first to wake up at the crack of dawn with a horrible pain in her neck.
  • Rubbing it, she realized that you had curled up into her side, and she fell asleep while resting her head on yours
  • The drool on your face caused her to chuckle a bit, and she grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.
  • After preparing two mugs of coffee, she gently shakes you awake.
  • You could definitely get used to waking up to that smell every morning

Jumin

  • You had come to his penthouse while he was at work to set up for your first month together.
  • When he had come home to you greeting him at the doorstep with Elizabeth 3rd in your hands, he felt so tender and content and so at home.
  • You both had a fine dinner date overlooking the view from the penthouse, and chatted the night away.
  • Jumin invited you to stay over, since the guest bedroom was always prepared for you.
  • But, maybe you both had a bit too much wine that night.
  • You couldn’t let go of each other.
  • When both of you had changed into something comfortable, you settled yourself under his covers while he slept on top.
  • Eventually, you got him to come under the covers as well.
  • When you woke up in the morning, you reached out to find the bed empty.
  • You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he was not the first thing you saw in the morning.
  • You then trod to the kitchen to find him with his shirtsleeves rolled up and wearing a pink frilly apron, flipping pancakes.
  • “Good Morning, MC. I hope you slept well.” He smiled and brought a pile of pancakes to the table.

707/Luciel

  • “Prepare yourselves for the ultimate sleepover held by your very own defender of justice, 707!”
  • Saeran just gave you a look and said “I’m going to my own room.” And pat your shoulder pitifully. savageSaeran
  • You both just lay on his bed and talked about anything and everything in the dark, under his collection of glow in the dark galaxies mapped across the bedroom ceiling.
  • Eventually, you drift off to sleep, and he drapes a comforter on top of both of you and is knocked out as well.
  • You’re the first one to rise in the morning, and are immediately greeted by the sight of a drooling and snoring tomato-head.
  • He has efficiently tangled you tightly though, so you have no way of immediate escape.
  • Instead, you just look at his sleeping face, commiting the image in front of you to memory.
  • You’re still not used to seeing him without his glasses on, so you lightly trace a vague outline of them on his face.
  • When you reach the bridge of his nose, his face scrunches up a bit.
  • The sight is too much; you start giggling softly.
  • This wakes him up, and he feel like he is flying.
  • Seeing your beautiful smile first thing in the morning is literally heaven.
  • He pulls you in tighter, jokingly threatening to never let you go. You play along, lightly shrieking as he tickles you a bit.
  • You are both interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.
  • Feed the hungry Edgelord™
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I thank (and blame) @pixletta for this. This is based on a short story they gave me and I just- 

ENJOY

Au where your world is black and white until you kiss your soulmate


Jeremy had always thought of his life as simple. For years he only had to focus on three things: his music loving best friend, his obnoxious teenage bully and the love of his life - the main ingredients for a teenage boy. He had grown used to the black and white surroundings he had grown up in. However this all changed when he got the Squip. 

 The little computer in his head was adamant on him becoming more than his nerdy persona. He insulted him, manipulated him into getting what he wanted and soon Jeremy found himself rising above his ranks. He was talking to the popular kids, he was wearing more fashionable clothing and his once teenage bully was not practically his best friend. All he wanted now was her - his soulmate.

But apparently, that was too much to ask. 

 "What do you mean it might not be Christine?“ Jeremy questioned his Squip out loud in his bedroom where no one else could hear. His dad had gone out to get groceries (thankfully with pants) so the house was his for the time being. 

 "I’m saying,” the CPU stated, taking his physical form over to the end of the bed, “that soulmates are not the result of science, therefore I am unable to calculate who the particular human will be, given that there are roughly 7,500,000,000 people roaming the Earth at this given moment. It is very unlikely that your soulmate is Christine." 

 "But it has to be!” Jeremy interjected. “Soulmates have a bond, and I can feel that bond between us." 

 "You don’t even know her Jeremy.”

 "I don’t need to! When I close my eyes, I can picture us together, and we’re happy. Whenever I see her, I just want to kiss her and tell her how much I love her. I want her to tell me how much she needs me… I want to know that I’m her favourite person.“ Jeremy was soon lost in his own daydream and failed to notice that the Squip had suddenly taken interest. 

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!

[Well not anymore since we’re approaching 200 somehow, but you get the drill.
Anyways, thanks for 100 followers! Here’s some Paladin centric HCs for you guys!]

★ Keith convinced Pidge to try on Allura’s crown while she wasn’t paying attention

  • It got stuck on her head and they panicked and tried to cut it off with Keith’s sword

★ The “””Bonding Moment””” is a meme forever engrained in paladin history

★ Pidge voice: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a lion should be able to fly

  • Lance, sliding across a table towards Keith: So, ya like jazz?

★ Everyone has seen high school musical so whenever they form Voltron, they scream the chant

★ Lance convinced everyone to do facemasks as a bonding exercise

★ Alteans never grow hair anywhere besides their head and face

  • Lance remembered all the time he’s spent shaving and cried

★ It’s an ongoing joke to lean towards Keith at random times to see if he’s turning purple yet

★ Shiro found a space Sephora in another space mall and broke down in tears while Keith just patted his back awkwardly

  • “Listen, I know it’s been a while, but people are staring. Shiro, get up, you’re the black paladin omg”

★ It’s a regular thing for Hunk to just carry another paladin around

Hunk voice: It’s a castle, it’s a ship, it’s a castle ship!

★ Pidge, Coran and Hunk upgraded the Gladiators to be more challenging and unpredictable, but in the end almost ended up killing everyone

  • Allura and Lance ended up taking them out

★ They all changed outfits once out of boredom

★ Shiro found a group chat setting in the lions, and just sent a shit ton of lenny faces

★ Shiro knows for a fact that Keith has been pining over Lance since before all this Voltron Nonsense, and proceeds to be the annoying brother Keith wished he never had

  • Shiro, thirsty for gossip and enjoys making his brother suffer: So what’d say to him once you saw him for the first time since the Garrison
  • Keith, already planning ways he can kill himself: I pretended i didn’t know him
  • Shiro, spitting out his nunvil: yoU DID W H A T

★ Coran’s mustache got cut off once, and everyone was horrified.

  • It??? Grew back in a day though????

★ Pidge climbs onto the nearest person when she gets scared

Lance voice: We are Voltron bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

★ Coran is the one to insist he doesn’t have a favorite, but everyone knows it’s Lance

★ The paladins tried to find out if Shiro wore eyeliner or not

  • They camped out in the rafters, courtesy of Pidge, with motion detectors in Shiro’s room and cameras in every bathroom
  • They didn’t get their answer, and Keith fell out the rafters

★ Hunk: Gee, it sure seems like updog in here

  • Lance: Hunk no
  • Coran: What??
  • Hunk: Y’now updog
  • Allura: What??? Is updog???
  • Hunk is too busy screaming to answer, and Lance is done

★ Kaltnecker is still around and scares the crap out of the paladins

  • Lance, jumping five feet into the air: hOLY COW
  • Hunk, Pidge and Keith: ( ° ʖ °)
  • Lance: NO

★ Everyone has a group chat where the scream about Klance

★ Coran and Shiro scream the most since Keith and Lance respectively go to them more often

★ They quietly whisper right hand man whenever Allura shows up in her battlesuit

★ Alteans can glow and nobody finds out until the castle has a blackout and the paladins are shook

  • Lance: i toLD YOU GUYS THIS CASTLE WAS HAUNTED
  • Coran: Worry not paladins! We’ve got the situation under control
  • **Allura and Coran begin glowing**
  • Pidge, quietly underneath her breath: yo wtf

★ The paladins find out they can have elemental powers and proceed to freak the fuck out

  • Lance: WHAT IF KEITH LIGHTS ME ON F I R E
  • Keith: WHAT IF YOU DROWN US
  • Pidge: I am the Lorax i speak for the trees
  • Hunk: I can be friends with the Balmera!
  • Shiro: I can finally fly away from all my problems

★ They all unlock them in different ways

  • Keithy-boi accidentally lights his pillow on fire because he was thinking about Lance
  • Somebody makes the mistake of pissing off Hunk and a rock goes flying towards them
  • Shiro was finally chilling until Lance started screaming that he was floating
  • Pidge got really frustrated about an invention while they were on another planet and a bunch of trees surrounded her
  • Last but not least, Lance got super homesick at one point and all the sudden all the waters on the planet started rising

Allura, sitting at a table, eyebrows pinched in thought: What the quiznak is a peanut?

Paladins, pouring nunvil into tiny cups: SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

★ Hunk has blackmail on everyone, but will only use it if he deems it completely necessary

★ Nobody ever lets Pidge curse and she is Tired™

★ On several occasions have the Green and Yellow lion had to save their paladins from doing something stupid in the name of science

★ Everyone tried to make lightsabers

  • They were in space so why not??
  • They cut off Coran’s mustache again

★ They went to a planet and drank something?? They next thing they knew is that they were in the castle, Hunk suddenly had longer hair, Pidge’s glasses were gone and that Keith and Lance had strangely similar rings

★ Lance made everyone matching letterman jackets

  • Coran and Shiro teared up

★ Pidge and Hunk made Lance a camera and he screamed

★ Existential crises become a normal thing

  • Shiro, suddenly pausing his training: We’re just fucking power rangers
  • Hunk, dropping Pidge who he was carrying: Oh my god—to Allura and Coran we are the aliens
  • Keith, stopping in the middle of an argument: My entire life, i wondered if aliens were real while i was an alien

★ Everyone assumes its Hunk who doesn’t curse, but it’s actually Lance

★ “How many episodes of Steven Universe have we missed oh my god”

Allura, who just found this out about balloons from Shiro: Ah, Pidge! how exactly does one get square balloons?

  • Pidge, finally seizing her chance: You blow square breaths
  • Allura, holding one finger up: (ό‿ὸ)ノ w h a t

★ Hunk remembered they disappeared before he got to see Moana and just laid down on the floor for several hours

  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is basically his dad meaning Hunk missed his dad’s disney movie.

★ They accidentally stole a Yupper that was owned by Prince Lotor

Shortly after forming Voltron: What in formation?

★ Hunk has made a mental note of how many times he’s been right about people not being trustworthy

  • It’s 157

Shiro at one point: jeez we need an adult

  • Shiro, this time horrified: wait i am the adult

★ “It’s not gay if it’s in space.” “Actually the moon is a lesbian, so it is gay. check and mate, Lance.”

Pidge, aggressively: kISS KISS FALL IN SPACE YOU LOSERS

★ They programmed the castle to play the wii music, and Shiro nearly went on a rampage

★ Lance actually ended up knitting all the arusians sweaters

★ “We are beauty, we are grace, we are just gays lost in space” “Shiro liKES MEMES?”

★ Aliens are lowkey terrified of humans now

  • “The black paladin got his arm ripped off and managed to escape the galra? Count me out

★ “Wait, Voltron is just five lions stacked on top of each other omg this is wild”

★ The castle is actually haunted somewhat

  • Nobody knows by who, but they know weird shit is always going on

★ “Who you gonna call?” “VOLTRON”

★ They’re so confused on why Allura and Coran have british accents

  • We’re in space???this makes no sense????

★ Hunk tells Coran he’s helping him cook but really he’s making sure everything is safe for human consumption

★ Lance broke his arm once and Allura passed out

★ Lance and Hunk are the only ones with normal sleeping schedules

  • Coran is always awake?? Nobody knows if he actually goes to sleep, they’re afraid for him

★ Coran taught Pidge every way through the vents and she now uses it to her advantage

★ Hunk is always getting marriage proposals from aliens

★ Pidge has almost been adopted on several occasions

★ They start a service that kinda works like fan mail and are surprised by how many kids want to be them

  • “Why do all these kids want to be dead inside???”

★ The tag yourself meme becomes a usual thing

  • “Tag urself, im that king that keith accidently set on fire”
  • “I’m Shiro screaming hysterically”
  • “I’m that guy who just doesn’t give any shits”

★ Allura is forever deemed Space Beyoncé

★ Coran has a special cup to protect his mustache from getting tea in it

Lance, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat: Does liking Keith make me a furry?

★ Voltron malfunctioned somehow and threw them all onto the planet they were saving and no one has recovered

  • “I WANT A FUCKING REFUND, THIS MAGIC CAT MAN THREW ME OUT BITCH”
  • Voltron somehow beat it on it’s own???
  • Everyone is salty bc it did a better job than they ever did

★ “It’s okay if you’re a furry and a texan, we still love you.” “i alREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER BUT NOW T H I S”

★ Slav hangs around and drags everyone into the Multiverse theory

★ “gO GO POWER RANGERS” **bad sound effects**

★ They argue over what sound the particle barrier makes

  • “Guys, no. it makes that sound when you hear a window opening, y’know?”
  • “No, Lance, it’s more like the sound you hear when you’re on a swing”
  • “Both of you are wrong, it makes that sound you hear when you drop out of the sky”
  • “WE ARE STILL FIGHTING THE GALRA. But it actually makes a noise kinda like Shwooop.”

★ “How are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals??”

  • “Hire Voltron”
  • “Everyone started hiring Voltron”
  • “Rich important people hired Voltron. Poor people who could not afford to hire Voltron did not hire Voltron”

★ **The Galra start attacking the ship** “Knock knock, it’s the Galra. With huge ships. With guns. Gunships.”

★ Shiro voice: Think about it, everyday we get one day closer to getting nachos

  • Hunk voice: that’s actually really nice
  • Pidge voice: what if i die tomorrow and don’t get nachos?
  • Keith voice: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day
  • Lance voice: nO

★ Lance is always the last to find things out without fail

★ Once something was inside the castle that basically put people into a coma when the went to sleep, so everyone had to stay up for at least 2 weeks straight

  • Keith was so sleep deprived that he told Lance bad space pick-up lines for two hours while they cuddled
  • THEY WEREN’T DATING YET

★ They have a board that reads “The last time we did something gay”

  • The longest they’ve gone is 4 days

★ Everyone always forgets what number they are

  • Coran: Come on, number 3, I have something to show you!
  • The Paladins:  **Caveman spongebob meme**

★ “hEY NOW, YOU’RE IN VOLTRON, GET YOUR LION, GET REKT”

★ They have Bonding Sessions where they talk about their families and what they hope they’re doing

★ Everyone thinks it’s Keith or Pidge who talk about punching Iverson, but nope, it’s Hunk

  • He told everyone that Matt, Professor Holt and Shiro were dead and is probably telling his family the same thing
  • He’s not letting that shit slide

★ They visit Balmera regularly so Hunk can see his rock girlfriend

  • BALLmera is life amirite?”

★ Everyone has so many questions over Allura’s hair

  • “Is her hair made out of clouds, or am i dreaming?”
  • “How did she get all of that into a bun? i can barely put my hair into a ponytail wtf”

★ “I’m paladin” “I hate this fucking family”

★ No one can count how many times they’ve seen Keith staring at Lance while he wasn’t looking

Coran, obviously frustrated shortly after Pidge goes missing at some point: HOW DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN?

  • Hunk, quietly, but with a lot of feeling: You forget to cherish her
Bloody and Bruised

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Requested?: Yes, it was!

Prompt: “Oh sorry I got so excited I didn’t think to read the tags.. I’m a ditz sometimes. Number 7 or 11 with Lafayette x reader then. Sorry! (11. I found you bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home.)” (P.S. you’re not a ditz my friend)

Words: 1.6k+

A/N: so I was given a sentence for a drabble and this happened, haha. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about it but @secretschuylersister convinced me to post this so enjoy! 

Originally posted by hcwkeyes


You stepped out the back of the club for some fresh air. Being a bartender was hell when it was a Friday night and everyone in the city wanted to come to the “hottest club in the tri-state area”. You install a few blacklights and suddenly everyone is amazed that their white shirt glows in the dark. You rolled your eyes, pushing the loud, drunk customers to the back of your mind as you stretched. You froze when you heard a groan to your left. However, when you turned your head, nobody was there. You shrugged it off, leaning on the brick wall behind you when another groan came from the same direction.

“Help…me…” a voice croaked out.

You walked down the alley, pausing when you found a man laying in the middle of a pile of full trash bags.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You asked before you could think about it.

Of course he isn’t okay, in the dim lighting of the alley you could see blood, a lot of it, staining the white shirt the man wore. His body language screamed fatigue and his voice was shaky and weak.

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Seasonal Changes (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Hey again! I am back with another fanfiction! It’s my first Poly!Squad x Reader so I am very excited! I hope you all enjoy and, as always, requests are OPEN! Enjoy the story, loves!

Warning(s): Cursing (minor/brief); Sickness?; Polyamory 

Word Count: 1413


You woke up that morning with a horrible headache and a sore throat. Not to mention you were still very tired. These damn seasonal changes really messed you up. However, you shrugged it off and took some painkillers, hoping the sickness would go away during the day. After getting dressed for class, you trudge into the kitchen. Hercules is already there making himself some toast. Upon seeing you, he smiles brightly.

   “Hey, babe,” he says a bit too loud. You wince but smile weakly.

   “Hey, Herc. Where are the others,” You ask, noticing that your voice sounds a tad bit hoarse. Hercules must notice as well because he eyes you warily for a moment.

   “Alex had an early meeting this morning, Laf went to work and John is still knocked out,” he says, then he pauses. He eyes you up and down before speaking again. “Honey, are you alright?”

You try to smile convincingly as you answer. “Yep! I’m okay.”

He hesitates a moment before giving you an “alright” and finishing up his toast. You breathe a sigh of relief. If he or the other boys find out you’re sick, they won’t let you get anything done. And you know how nervous Alex gets when one of you are sick. You go over to the counter and have a seat at one of the barstools. Moments later, John walks into the room, his hair pulled back into a ponytail.

He presses a kiss to your temple and smacks Herc’s butt as he passes by.

“Hey,” Herc yelps. John smirks. You giggle, but it turns into a cough almost immediately. You freeze as both men look at you. Herc frowns and John furrows his brow.

“Are you alright, babygirl,” John asks. You nod, hoping down from the stool.

“I am,” You say moving to the door. “But I’ve got to go, class starts early today. Love you! Bye!”

You slip out of the door before either man can question you and your “mysterious cough”. Sighing, you throw yourself into your car and drive to the school campus. Once you get there, you walk to your creative writing class and flop into a seat at the back of the class. You glance at the clock.

10:30

You groan realizing that you are thirty minutes early. Your teacher walks in moments after you and gives you a strange look as she walks over to her desk. You sigh once more. This is going to be a long day.

The sound of the bell ringing awakens you from your sleep. You’re upset that you fell asleep in class, but even more upset that it did nothing to help with your headache and sore throat. Plus, you missed all the notes. You hope your next two classes are better.

But they aren’t.

In your next class, you break into a sneezing fit much to the annoyance of your professor as well as your peers and you nearly fall asleep…twice. The first time, your deskmate wakes you up, but the second time the professor slams a book on your desk. Then by the time your last class came, your head was pounding. Which is a shame because Mr. Lee, the Media Arts teacher, doesn’t believe in “inside voices”. It’s safe to say that by the time you returned home, which was around four, you felt like hell.

You just wanted a nap. But your datemates had other plans.

Upon entering the apartment that the five of you shared, you could tell that all of your boys were home. How? They were loudly discussing the outcome of Alexander’s meeting today. You stand in the kitchen doorway, observing the scene. They were all gathered around the island in the kitchen

   “Are you fucking kidding, me? Jefferson has absolutely no room to talk about being ‘fake royalty’,” John says. ‘Especially not with that shitty purple trenchcoat he’s always wearing.”

“I agree, mon amour. And from the sounds it seems he does not have an actual plan, he simply hates yours,” Laf’s accented voice chimes in.

“That’s what I said,” Alex shouts. You wince. Clearing your throat, you let your presence be known.

   “Hey guys,” you say. They all look to you, giant grins coming to their faces.

“(Y/N),” they cheer in unison. They run over to you and engulf you in a group hug, squeezing you tight. You love the sentiment, but at the moment you feel like barfing.

“Guys. Can’t breathe,” you mumble…even though it’s only half true. They immediately let go of you, but Alex pulls you over to the island and says:

“Babe, did you hear our discussion? Did you hear what Jefferson said about me,” He rants. You nod.

“He’s an ass,” you supply quietly. Your voice is still rather hoarse. “But we all knew that.”

“Yeah,” the others shout in agreement. God, why are they so loud today? Hercules wraps his arms around your waist and you close your eyes, leaning into his embrace. He rests his head on your shoulder.

“Babe?”

“Yes, Herc?”

“The guys and I wanted to go out tonight, love. Would you like to come?”

You open your eyes and are met with the expectant stares of your lovers. You bite your lip. You really don’t feel good all you want to do is curl up and watch a movie. But you stayed home the last time they went out…you don’t want to disappoint them. So you nod hesitantly.

They all cheer again and Herc lifts up and spins you around before passing you to Laf who dances you around the kitchen. Seriously, why were they so rowdy today? Fighting nausea, you pull yourself from Laf’s embrace and force a smile.

   “Will I have time to take a nap beforehand? I’m kinda sleepy,” you say, your voice tight. You really wish Laf and Herc hadn’t moved you so swiftly like that. You feel worse. You don’t blame the for your sickness, though. No, you blame the shitty weather

   “Sure,” Alex says. “We aren’t planning to leave until around seven. You’ve got time.”

You open your mouth to respond, but your stomach lurches. You place a hand over your mouth and stomach before rushing to the bathroom. You lean over the toilet bowl and empty the contents of your stomach, which isn’t much. A second later, you feel someone’s hand on your back and two more hands holding your hair back. When you finish, you see Laf and Herc standing over you, with John and Alex standing in the doorway.

John steps forward and hands you a small cup full of mouthwash. You smile weakly and gargle it then you spit it into the sink. Alex hands you a towel to wipe your mouth with. Then, Laf picks you up and carries you into the living room and dispenses you on the couch. He disappears around the corner as John and Herc get blankets and Alex heads to the kitchen.

They all return at the same time. Laf has cough syrup, John and Hercules have their arms full with blankets and Alex has a big bowl of popcorn. You grimace when Laf holds the spoonful of medicine in front of you.

   “I know, Mon Ange, but you have to take it,” he says softly. “You’ll feel better.”

You scowl, taking the disgusting bubblegum flavored medicine. Laf smiles. Then all of the boys pile on the couch and share the blankets, with the exception of Alex who sets the popcorn aside to pick out movies. Somehow, you end up on John’s lap with your legs propped up on Herc’s lap.

   “So we’ve got ‘The Princess Bride’ and ‘The Terminator’,” he says. You all share a look.

   “The Princess Bride,” you all say simultaneously. Alex puts it in and then snuggles in between Laf and Herc. As the movie starts, John presses a kiss to your shoulder. You look at him.

   “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well, baby?”

You shrug. “I didn’t want to worry you guys,” you whisper. He presses a quick kiss to your lips.

   “Tell us next time.”

You smile and nod, pressing another kiss to his lips.

   “John’s getting kisses,” you hear Alex whisper-shout. “We want to kisses too, (Y/N)!”

Bound (part 2)

A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 follwers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!


Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.

How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?

“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.

“Stuck in mine too, literally” He jokes, they laugh for a bit before he began whining about how she didn’t hear anything he said.

“I’ve heard enough of you, tonight! You already ruined the perfectly good one night stand I had going on, with your constant shouting” She says, matter-of-factly. He, over-dramatically, gasps and denies that it was his fault. He predicts that her fuck buddy would’ve ended up leaving anyways, due to her annoying moans.

“Deeper!” Harry mimics. She’s glad that, out of everyone she could have gotten stuck with, she got him because he makes her laugh and with her dirty sense of humor, that’s hard to do. “You’re an ass!” She declares through her fit of laughter. They talk for a bit more, jokes and jabs rolling off of their tongues like its their job until Harry expresses that its almost four in the morning and he’s tired.

“So..does this shut off when we sleep or am I going to have to put up with your snoring?” Y/n inquires. “I don’t know i guess we’ll have to find out” he says through a big yawn. They ask each other a couple more questions as they both change into their night clothes. Harry puts on a white tee and doesn’t bother putting any pants over his boxers while Y/n settles for a black tank and grey yoga pants.

After she brushes her teeth and washes her makeup off, she crawls into her queens sized bed, advises Harry to not “let the bedbugs bite” and dozes off.

Harry

He brushes his teeth as well and uses a thin black headband (we all know which one i’m talking about) to hold his hair out of his face.

“Goodnight love. I hope i don’t snore too loud” he jokes.



Harry wakes up around the same time does every morning, only difference is that he leaves his eyes closed for a few more moments this time. He groans at the fact that Y/n’s honey-like voice is the first thing to cross his mind. He’s certain that this won’t be the last morning of its kind. His thoughts are cut short by the loud grumble that erupted from him stomach so he decides to start his day off with a nice home-cooked meal. He figures a couple slices of Avocado toast should do the trick.


While his butter knife dispenses the green spread across the pieces of toast, he begins to sing to himself. Perfect by Ed Sheeran, his favorite song at the moment. He doesn’t realize that he’s stopped preparing his meal, he’s gotten so into the song. Its the chorus bit and its almost as if he can’t control himself. He just really loves this damn song.

“Wow, look at you!” he hears, he jumps and drops the knife on the wooden floor of his kitchen. “Christ! Y/n don’t do that” He whines. She’s laughing loudly and he shakes his head at his inability to maintain a straight face. He rinses off the utensil and returns to his breakfast duties.

“You’re such a bully” he chuckles.

“Forgive me but I couldn’t help it! You’re voice is amazing. It woke me up”

“I’m sure you woke up earlier when I was on the phone with my mom” He stated. She told him she didn’t and that she’s pretty sure that they disconnected” while they were sleeping, which is good because that means that they can turn it on and off, once they learn how. “Well thanks for the compliment” he blushes, he’s so happy she can’t see his burning cheeks.

He takes bite of his bread and chases it down with a sip from his cup of cranberry juice. His nose scrunches up, in the cute way that it does, at the mixture of flavors and he makes his way to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator instead.

“No problem. Do you sing a lot?” she asks. He tells her about how he used to but he stopped because of his old girlfriend. She was always putting him down and would always take it even though he knew he didn’t have to.

“So whenever she got mad at me or if she was simply bored, she would tell me I sounded like crap” he informed her. “At first I would brush it off but after she…” his voice faltered and he cleared his throat. This is obviously a very hard topic for him to talk about. He never tells anyone the story. It was a huge event in his life and it isn’t so keen on being that open with people.

“Listen H, you don’t have to tell me” Y/n offered.

“No I need to talk about it! My therapist said its good for me” Harry breathed. 

Y/n asks him he would feel better talking about it over dinner and he gladly accepts her offer. He joked around about how much a pussy feels like for not being the first one to ask for a date. “Who said its a date?” Y/n exclaimed.

“I did!” he teased back.

After a long debate over a time and place, the pair decided on seven o’clock at Amelia’s diner. It’s Y/n’s favorite place to get burgers.



Harry pulls into the small lot of the diner. He checks himself in the mirror one last time, he’s not sure why he’s so nervous. “You practically know her” He whispers to himself. Wiping the sweat from his hands off and onto the thighs of his jeans, he hops out of his car and heads to the yellow, double-doors. 

Once inside, he’s greeted by the hostess. She looks no older than about sixteen. “Are you going to be eating alone?” she as she leads him to a table. “No, my uh…my friend is on her way I think” Harry answers. The girl gives him a food menu and leaves him to choose what he wants to eat. 

About twenty-five minutes pass and he hasn’t heard a word from Y/n. He”s already had a milkshake and he’s starting to feel alittle worried. She never gave off the impression that she was the type to stand him up.

 He shuts his eyes tight and tries to connect with her even though he’s never done it on command before. Instead of hearing her voice, he gets this tight feeling in his chest and this wave of panic washes over him. He’s had anxiety attacks before and this feels just like that but he’s unsure as to what is causing it. Afraid of causing a scene, he places some cash on the table and quickly jogs out of the restaurant. 

Once he makes it out for some fresh air, he can breath a little better but his heart is still racing. Then, he finally hears that smooth honey filled tone but he doesn’t think its in his head this time.Its distant and she sounds like she needs helps. 

“Let go of me!” she squeals. He whips his head to the left which is where the sound is coming from. He runs in that direction, following the sound until it leads him to the side of the building. He sees a girl pinned up against the brick wall, two men in front of her. One of them has his hand resting on the wall beside her head. Harry stops in his tracks, trying to evaluate the situation. “please” he hears her whimper “Y/n!” he calls.

The girl on the wall turn her head toward him and so do the two men dressed in black. “Harry?” she asks, breath still shallow from being so scared. The two men back away from her, mumbling shit about how her boyfriend came to save her. Harry runs over to her. He pushes his way in between her and the man. Harry’s face is just inches from his. From where Y/n is standing, she can see Harry’s broad back rise nd fall with is heavy breathing. She put her hand on his hip, to calm him down a bit. The dickhead that stands head to head with H balls up his fist as if he’s about to throw a punch. “Don’t even fucking try it” He growls at the middle-aged creep. 

They walk away shooting evil glares Harry’s way. Once he’s sure they’re far enough, he switches his gaze to Y/n. “Are you okay?” his voice changes from the rough growl it just was, to a soft worried one.

She nods.

“I’m- yeah i’m ok.” she beams.

“That was the craziest thing. I was sitting in there and i like…i lke felt you” he starts, eyes wide with wonder. “I came out here for some air because I could barly bre-’  He stops and raises an eyebrow  “Why are you smiling” he asks.

“Because!…Its you. I’m finally seeing the person i’ve been talking to.” she chimes. 

Its just now clicking in his head; a huge smile forms. He facepalms himself. ”Didn’t even really sink in, love. I’m sorry I was just so angr-” he starts.

“I know” Y/n cuts him off. “Don’t worry about it” she laughs. He looks down at the outfit she was wearing. It wasn’t too flashy but it wasn’t too dressed down either. It looked great on her and the color she chose, complimented her eyes well.

“Well, you look beautiful” he chuckles, opening his arms wide enough for her to slide in. Just as she she embraces him, They both feel a weird wave of tingles run between them. It wasn’t painful, but it was just really strange. Neither of them had felt something like that before. It was almost like that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep except… all over their bodies.

Both of them pulled away quickly. 

“Did you feel that too?” Y/n stammered. 

“Um..Yeah that was new” Harry coughed.

Jinsik (M)

“Do you know what kind of cuisine we make here at Eat Jin?” Jin slowly paces back in forth in front of you, his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.“Our cuisine is heavily influenced by French and Italian, but we use many flavors that are prevalent in Hansik.”

Your eyes sweep the expanse of his kitchen. “It’s like your own twist on Hansik. Jin’s Hansik, or Jinsik, if you will.”

“Jinsik? I like it. You know I’m a sucker for puns.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.

Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, but all members are featured

Genre: Chef!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: It has been three years since you were last in Seoul, and it has been just as long since you saw Seokjin. In that time, since graduating culinary school, you toured Europe, learning as much about the culture and cuisine as you could. Jin went on to open the most successful restaurant in Korea. When you return home, you just know that this restaurant is where you’re supposed to be. 

Word count: 12.7k

Content/warnings: Lots of swearing. Smut! 6/7 of Bangtan are complete assholes, especially Namjoon and Taehyung. 

A/N: This turned out to be a lot angrier than I intended I think I used it to let out a lot of pent up anger I had lol maybe I have issues. @jeonjiah and @showyourdesire asked to be notified when this fic comes out ☺️


You stand in front the the building’s brick facade, resume in hand, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. It’s cold out. Though it’s late February and the promises of spring are just a few weeks away, it still feels like the dead of winter. You can see your breath as you try to steady it. The snow had stopped falling last week, but the cold that it brought in still lingers. It’s dark out. Except for the dim yellow glow of the street lamp above you, and the light streaming from inside of the window that you’re staring into. It has been a while since you’ve experienced this kind of frigidity, and even longer since you were last in Seoul.

You spent the last three years travelling all around Europe, learning the cuisine of the cultures there, adding to your culinary arsenal.  However, eventually homesickness got the better of you, and you found yourself back home in Seoul, where your love of food all began.

You stand there shivering beneath the wooden sign that perches above the door. Eat Jin, it reads. The finest restaurant in the country, owned by the best chef on this side of the Pacific. The crowd is pretty light for a Friday night, and you’re thankful. You gotta do this Y/N, you say to yourself. Now go in there before you change your mind. You swing the door open and step inside, suddenly enveloped by warmth.

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Stick with Me

Based on @marmoraskeith‘s text post about Lance, Keith, strange flowers, and a rather ‘sticky’ situation. ;)


Note to self: when on a strange planet, do not touch any of the plants, no matter how cool they look.

Lance made the mental note as he and the rest of the team made their way back onto the ship. He was surprised he could even formulate a proper thought, considering the amount of commotion going on. Hunk was rambling worriedly to Coran, who was doing his best to comfort the yellow paladin. Allura was lecturing him on god knows what, hands flying angrily as she marched on ahead of them. Shiro was silent, which was terrifying, and Pidge hadn’t stopped laughing since the incident.

The incident that had left his and Keith’s hands glued together.

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Helpless

 A/N: alrighty here we go. This is the first fic where I feel like the warnings were rally nescessary. I didn’t really proof read this so I hope its alright.It really sucks because I broke my flashdrive again (becuase I have the worst luck). Please send in some asks, suggestions, messages and comments.

Title: Helpless

Rating: Mature (because I am not sure)

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x reader, reader x abusive!boyfriend

Warnings: violence, abuse, abusive relationship, sad topics, a bit depressing, cheating (if you like squint)

Wordcount: 1935

@mehrmonga


*Jefferson’s POV*

How often do you feel absolutely helpless? I don’t mean like ‘Oh I don’t know what to do?’, I mean like completely trembling and all your emotions and mixing together so much so that you have no idea how to react, feel, or think.

That’s how I felt when I looked at Y/N and noticed she had a black eye and split lip. She looked like she had been crying when she walked into the coffee shop. When she sat down she gave me a slight smile and began rambling about how clumsy she was. I knew it was a lie. I didn’t care about her fake story. I immediately cut her off by standing up.

“Stop Y/N, just stop. Please, sweet heart,” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the street to hail a cab. I looked at her and noticed the tears springing to her eyes again and I sighed. I yanked her hand and pulled her into my arms. She tensed and gripped my magenta jacket before openly sobbing into my arms. I felt my own tears spring into my eyes but held back remembering that this wasn’t about how I felt. The cab pulled up to the side of the street and I gently guided her into the back seat. I followed in immediately before wrapping my arms around her again as I told the guy my address.


*Y/N’s POV*

It was really warm in the cab and safe in Thomas’s arms as I felt us begin to move. I knew he was upset by the way his arms with taught around me in a secure embrace. Ryan had yelled at me again last night and I tried to avoid the confrontation as much as possible. But when Ryan wanted to fight there was no way to could get out of it. The tears finally stop streaming down my face and let my grip on Thomas’s jacket loosen. I turned my head to the side and rested gently on his chest as I focused on taking deep breathes. I looked out the front window and smiled as I watched the tall buildings blur past. I loved New York City, it was really busy and frantic just like myself. I frowned as I couldn’t help but notice the cloudy and windy weather matched my mood.

“I hope it rains,” I heard Thomas say next to me.

“Why? Isn’t it a bit depressing when the weather is like this?,” I question my face twisting into a scowl as I gripped his jacket again and wiggle into his side pushing my face back into his chest. I felt his hand gently move and rest on the small of my back while the other arm stayed up around my shoulders.

“Water is life. Therefore, rain kind of symbolizes new birth doesn’t it? Not to mention I love thunder. I know a lot of people hate it or are scared of it but the sound is so ethereal.” He said and I glanced up to notice his eyes staring out the window. The cloudy weather didn’t allow a lot of light through but the soft almost gray light seemed to outline his profile and make his look a lot older. He turned and looked down at me. He gently took his hand from the small of my back and brought it to my cheek. I felt his thumb gently stroke where the bruise rested right under my eye. “You put ice on it last night right darling?” he asked with concern shining in his eyes and his southern drawl coming out in full force. I gently nodded and looked down with shame etched on my features. I hated worrying him.

“We’re here.” The guy said from the front. Thomas temporarily unwrapped his arms and leaned forward, pulling out his wallet before handing over the fare. He opened the door and stepped out, making sure to grab my hand and pull with slightly more force than necessary. He was always demanding. I shook as the forceful wind made me stumble slightly and shiver. Thomas look back and frowned before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me, blocking the wind and ushering me into the apartment complex. He got to his door and still refused to let me go and opened the door one handed. Once in the apartment he ordered me to the coach and began walking to the different rooms and collecting items with purpose.

I took the time to look around the apartment. I had been here multiple times, almost as much as my own house actually. I recalled walking in here the first time and being amazed at how warm and comfy it was. I had met him at his job where he worked as a consultant for a major political firm in the city. I had been asked to make a flower delivery for my part time job. I had strolled in with the cart of flowers and began setting them out as instructed when a man, namely Thomas, had asked if you needed any help considering his next conference didn’t start for another hour. I smiled and agreed. He began talking as her worked having no problem starting and maintaining a conversation with me. Anyone else in that position might have found him pushy but I just found him funny and confident. We had agreed to meet each other for coffee after that. I had developed a great friendship with him when he started inviting me over to hang out. I had developed a high opinion of him. I expected flat sofas and modern décor with monochrome for his apartment style but I was dead wrong.

I looked around the room as I threaded my hand into the red fur pillows that were on the plush black leather coach and looked to my feet and the plush purple carpet beneath them. Almost the entire apartment was paneled in a wood and Thomas has made sure that the mantel on which the TV sat was a cobble stone. It was extremely warm and homely with pictures of Thomas’s family and friends in Virginia hanging in the wall. I had asked him about his styling choices and he had responded with the fact that he wanted it to feel like home. I leaned back into the coach letting out a little huff as my back hit the coach. I looked over the lamp on the table and smiled. I had knocked over the previous lamp one time while dancing with Thomas and he had replaced it with a loud orange skinny lamp and purple lamp shade. It was so ugly but Thomas had fawned over the lamp and told me very sternly that if I broke it he would never allow me back in his apartment.

“Go change in the bathroom. I want you to be comfortable darling.” I heard Thomas say sternly. I was snapped out of my revere and there was Thomas standing in front of me and holding out a pair of his boxers and a sweat shirt. He shook the clothes in front of me when I didn’t move. I finally grabbed them and walked into the bathroom to change. I wasn’t sure about taking off my turtle neck. I shook as I pulled it over my head and looked into the mirror only to gasp when I noticed the ring of bruises from Ryan’s hands around my neck had darkened in color. I had been so panicked at the time it didn’t even hurt. I trailed my hands down my sides and let out a sigh. Thomas would see them and get upset. I felt better here though. I felt safer. Last night after Ryan screamed and hit in his drunken state he had locked the bedroom door and I just continued to cower in the corner and eventually got up to get ice and nurse my wounds. I hadn’t even changed my clothes this morning because Ryan was still locked in the bedroom. Tears sprung to my eye but I quickly got control of them and finished changing before summoning the courage to walk out into the family room again.

“MY GOD.” Thomas shouted and I looked up from my feet and flinched at his shocked expression.


*Thomas’s POV*

“MY GOD.” I shouted in shocked at the sight before me. Y/N had changed from her turtle neck and dark bruises surrounded her throat. I notice her flinch and immediately tried to restrain the anger that was surfacing. I would fucking kill her boyfriend. When I found out she had a boyfriend before I met her I had stopped making advances despite my feelings. I remember thinking that he must have been one hell of a man because he had the best girl in New York City. Now I knew that she deserved so much better. She deserved not to be hurt like this. I motioned for her to sit down next to me. She quietly walked over and sat up straight. It broke my heart to see her this tense around me.

“Your staying here.” I said with a neutral voice trying not to get emotional and show that I was serious. Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine.

“What?” she questioned slightly shaking.

“I am not letting you go back and be hurt by him. You’re moving in to the guest room and you’re going to be happy because so help me god if I ever have to see you like this again I might commit murder.” I said my voice straining towards the end. Her eyes widened but soon they watered and her lip quivered as she shook her head in acceptance. I immediately turned to jelly from the immense relief overcoming me and grabbed her arm to pull her to me. I laid back and she came with me having her head rest on my chest.

“Only because I love you.” She whispered as I reached for the remote. I tensed for a split second before looking over at her with wide eyes. She seemed nervous but too exhausted to care as she gave me a sheepish smile and looked at me with her eyes lazily half lidded. I immediately acted on instinct and grabbed her arm hoisting her up slightly higher and firmly pressed my lips against hers. She responded and threaded her hands into my hair. We pulled back with a huff and stared at each other minute before I push her head into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I cradled her with a arm around her waist and the other hand stroking her hair. I took a deep breath.

“Rest darling. I love you too but you are exhausted and you are going to have a hard day tomorrow too with getting your stuff and telling him.” I felt her shake and immediately gripped her tighter. “But I will be there with you baby I promise nothing will hurt you alright?” She relaxed back into my arm and gave a tiny nod into my neck.

“I won’t need to be scared if you’re there.” I heard her whisper, almost to herself. I felt a small amount of pride fill me at her words.

“I am going to put on a movie and cook some food later alright?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It doesn’t just sound perfect. I intend to make sure it is perfect darling.”

She glanced at me with a smile on her face and I no longer felt helpless.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.

A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I loved this request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops

Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.

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An Alyanette story for a-typical April! @larvesta and @breeeliss really inspired this story!

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“Hey Ladybug! Do you have a last name, or do you want mine?” Marinette blanched. She whipped around to see a smirking Alya, completely untouched by the utter chaos around her. Uncharacteristically, Alya wasn’t recording, in fact, it looked like she didn’t have her phone out at all. Marinette quickly tore through the ropes of caramel and over to her best friend.

    “Aly-I - you! This is the middle of an Akuma attack! You need to vacate the premise immediately! Are you hurt?” She rushed out, frantically looking around to ensure the Akuma was far away. “Wait. What did you ask me?”

    Alya let out a tinkling laugh, smirk stretching into an endeared grin.

    “I asked if you wanted my last name. I’d settle for a date if that was too much to ask.” She added with a wink, completely unaware to the grinding halt Marinette’s mind had screeched to.

    “I… are.. Are you hitting on me?” She asked, fully aware that if Chat had said the same thing it wouldn’t have been a blip on her radar. Alya laughed and Marinette couldn’t figure out why there were sirens going off in her head.

“Of course, who wouldn’t want to score a date with the cutest savior of Paris? I’ll let you get back to work, you know how find me!” With that, Alya took off running, bringing Marinette back to the battle, shoving the sirens to the back of her mind as she turned to the Confectioner.

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anonymous asked:

pharmercy prompt - just fluffy cuddling on the couch after a long day

My day got real bad real quick so I’m so glad that I didn’t do this prompt earlier. I think everyone needs a little fluff in their life.


It is the smallest couch in the base, surely. A love seat that had been abandoned in the hallway, and later moved into Fareeha’s dorm upon reinstatement.

Fareeha is confident no one misses it. She is not entirely sure how it came to be at the base to begin with, though if her mother is to be believed, it was purchased by Gabriel Reyes to liven up the atmosphere. And liven it does:

It is purple with silk threaded patterns. Loud does not begin to describe this particular piece of furniture.

It is also uncommonly comfortable.

Fareeha groans as she opens the door to her room, throws her travel bag in a corner to be dealt with later, flops on the couch.

It has been a long day, a long week, dragging a little more, a little longer - there is a hole in her abdomen not quite healed, from a well aimed bullet and a poorly executed dodge. Lúcio, her partner on this mission, had healed it as best her could, but it still burns.

Mostly, she is grateful he was not injured; the mission had been poorly planned and executed even worse - it could have gone south, and it hadn’t by sheer grace of retreat.

Fareeha hates retreating, though if everyone is able to walk away … she supposed that in and of itself is a small victory.

Fareeha breaths deeply, digs in her pants pocket for her communicator and looks for Angela’s number. She is the most recent contact. It is easily located.

I am back. She types out, presses send. A few moments later, a reply:

I’m still in the lab. Can I drop by later?

It seems only fair that Angela would still be busy. And aching, the onset of a headache, feeling tired and a little miserable, Fareeha types:

That’s fine. I will leave the door unlocked. And tosses the communicator on the bed.

She doesn’t intend to fall asleep, the lull of the broadcaster on the TV, the hum of the light above her, the weight of the day, all seem to work in tandem though, and soon she is; one leg thrown over the end of the couch, the other hanging off the side. Her arm is draped over her eyes.

She doesn’t even hear the door open.


Angela’s eyes are strained from looking through her glasses (her contacts dried out the other day, she forgot to put them in solution) her hair is disheveled; Fareeha being back is a saving grace.

When Fareeha is gone and no one is there to distract her, she works too much, for far too long. There always seems to be something to do and never quite enough time to do it.

When Fareeha is around, her desire to work is tampered by her desire to do … other things, and so she packs up early, makes her way to Fareeha’s, opens the door.

She expects to find Fareeha awake, but doesn’t.

In fact, the other woman looks utterly worn out. There are new cuts, bruises, a black eye Angela isn’t fond of. Against the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs above, all of this is laid out for Angela and she sighs to think of what Fareeha has been through.

Angela moves to turn off the TV, goes to the bathroom to pull out the first aid kit and then returns.

She pats Fareeha’s calf, is surprised when she doesn’t immediately stir. Fareeha is not a heavy sleeper.

“Fareeha,” she says; this does the trick. Fareeha blinks once, twice, retracts her legs to give Angela room to sit. “You look awful,” Angela tells her. Fareeha smiles behind the exhaustion.

“You don’t,” she replies, grabs Angela’s hand to place a kiss in her palm. Angela smiles in spite of herself and shakes her head.

“Is this all of it?” She asks, referring to the injuries, but they both know. Fareeha wordlessly lifts her shirt to show Angela the bullet hole, other minor injuries. Angela, sensing more, runs her hand over the waistband of Fareeha’s pants, tugs it down a bit and sees more there, too, running down her hip, presumably to her thigh.

“You are being very forward.” Fareeha grins, looks her in the eyes in challenge. Angela meets her on that battlefield. Blue so firm it looks steel.

“Take them off,” she tells Fareeha. Whether it is defeat that moves Fareeha or genuine affection, she winks, shimmies out of her pants, takes off her shirt, sits in front of Angela in only her bra and underwear.

Nothing is particularly life threatening. Lúcio is a good medic and he’s tended to everything to keep anything from festering. Still, it is good to be on top of these things. Angela ignored the image of literally being on top which flashes into her mind, and blames Fareeha entirely for exposing her to too many puns and double entendres.

Angela opens the first aid box, removes a sterile cloth and some ointment to stop infection.

Fareeha sits on her half of the couch as Angela dabs here and there. The cold medicine sends goosebumps up her exposed flesh and the ache and fatigue of the week cause her to slouch just a bit.

“I take it it did not go well,” Angela says quietly as she works.

“I wish that it had gone better,” Fareeha replies, somewhat vaguely. In truth, she is only trying to spare Angela. The doctor does not need to know the specifics of their failure to know that had it gone worse, maybe someone would not have returned.

Or, perhaps Angela already knows this, and Fareeha is just trying to avoid reminding her.

When Angela is done she places the kit on the ground, and falls into Fareeha, satisfied when the other woman puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes lightly.

It has always amazed Angela how warm Fareeha is, even dressed down.

“How was your week?” Fareeha finally asks.

“Long,” Angela replies, turns in Fareeha’s arm to smirk a bit and then adds: “but better now.” Fareeha grins.

There is a lot Angela wants to talk about; a lot she has accomplished this week, but when she looks back and Fareeha the other woman’s eyes are closed, her head lulled back against the top of the couch back, her breathing is even and long, and Angela is not opposed to waiting.

She ducks out of Fareeha’s arm, grabs the blanket off the bed, and then returns, draping it over them both and snuggling close.

This is her favorite part of long days, the closeness and the security. Even on a cramped couch (hideous as they come).

It is worth everything to Angela.


At some point, Fareeha wakes up with a cramp in her neck to find Angela pressed into her side, snoring lightly, a blanket over them both, and it is fortunate for her that Angela is not only light but also a deep sleeper.

She picks her up, lays her on the bed, turns off the light and then joins her.

When she sleeps, it is soundly for the first time all week.

I love you

Part 9

This is very long overdue and I am so very sorry that it has taken me over a month to get this written. To everyone who kept asking me about it, there was just a lot going on and I have’t had a lot of time to write and I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to make sure you guys don’t wait more than a week for the next part!

Also, I am always accepting requests for fics. I’m working on three others which is another reason why this took so long to crank out. And I also love feedback on my writing so don’t be shy. 

But yeah… part 9. I’ve got some big stuff for part 10 so get ready. ;)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8.

Word Count: 4,344

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A warm fire crackled with life mere inches from my freezing toes.

I was perched on the coffee table in the living room of Rhysand’s house—my boyfriend’s house.

God, that was still weird to say. Rhysand is my boyfriend. He had officially asked me over two months ago but it felt like it was only yesterday.

We were cuddled up on the couch in my apartment just after thanksgiving. The credits to the movie we had just finished were rolling across the screen. Rhys was on his side and I was on my back, nestled neatly against his chest.

The scent of jasmine and citrus and the sea was stuffed into my nose with him so close, and his warmth was making me drowsy.

A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I felt his fingers brush my cheeks. His muttered “Feyre” made me open my eyes halfway to look at him.

“Hmmm,” I murmured sleepily to him.

He stroked my cheek gently, trying to coax me out of my disoriented state, all it did was lull me to sleep some more.

“Feyre, I— you know I really like you—“

“Mhmm.” My hand felt its way up his chest and hooked around the back of his neck. My fingers had woven their way into his silken hair.

“And we’ve been going out for a few weeks,” he paused and I had felt the weight of his eyes on my face.

“Feyre are you awake?”

My eyes fluttered open to meet two pools of violet staring intently at me.

“Feyre I—would you, I mean,” he huffed a frustrated sigh. “What I’m trying to ask—ugh. Feyre… will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” The words tumbled out of lips and fell upon me like a warm blanket.

I gazed at him for what felt like an eternity, my brain taking its time to process what he had asked. Rhysand, this amazing person who I had come to know asked me to be his girlfriend.

Rhysand asked me to be his girlfriend!

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Must Love Cats- Chapter Two

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

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@mechengmama‘s request: Drarry babysits Teddy?

I am 100% for this. Also this is so so long bc I loved writing it sorrryyy

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“Draco come on, we have to go.”

Draco glared at his boyfriend.

“I don’t see why we have to go. If I recall correctly, you were asked to babysit, not me.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

You are coming because you love me. And because Teddy is your cousin and I think it would be nice if the two of you got to know each other.”

Draco let out a long, dramatic sigh, but got up so they could leave.

Harry grinned and took his arm so they could apparate to Andromeda’s.

Before they knocked on the door, Harry turned to Draco.

“Andromeda is your aunt, so please just be nice for the five minutes you have to see her before she leaves.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Draco grumbled and knocked on the door.

They were met with a woman who at first glance, looked shockingly similar to Bellatrix. Draco was taken aback for a moment, but then after looking closer, realized this woman was much prettier, and had a very kind look to her, unlike Bellatrix’s crazy look.

“Hello, Andromeda,” Harry greeted and then stepped forward to give her a hug.

Draco stood back awkwardly.

“This is Draco. He’s my, uh, boyfriend. I hope it’s okay that he came along. I just thought that since he and Teddy are cousins-”

But Harry was cut off by Andromeda immediately taking Draco into her arms. Draco was stiff at first, but then relaxed into the hug, slowly hugging her back. He still looked uncomfortable, though, when she released him. Harry smiled at his effort.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Draco. Well why don’t you two come in, then. Teddy has been going on all week about how excited he is to see you, Harry. I’m sure he will be pleased to have a second person to play with as well.” She smiled at Draco who hesitantly smiled back.

They walked through the house and up the stairs to what Draco assumed to be Teddy’s room. He stood a few feet behind the others. He felt like he was intruding. But Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him forward so he was standing at his side.

Andromeda opened the door and there was a boy around the age of five, with bright aqua hair that was turning purple slightly at the tips, sitting on his bed.

“Teddy, Harry is here! And he brought someone with him. I have to go now though, be good for them, okay?” She leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead and turned to Harry and Draco to thank them again for babysitting before disapparating.

“Hey Teddy!” Harry greeted the small boy.

Teddy immediately jumped up from the bed and launched himself at Harry to give him a hug that reached no higher than Harry’s waist.

Harry chuckled and bent down so they were at eye level to give him a proper hug.

Teddy then turned to Draco and looked at him skeptically.

“Teddy, this is Draco. He’s my boyfriend and he also happens to be your cousin! I thought you might like hanging out with him as well.”

Teddy continued to stare for a moment, but then must have decided that Draco was okay, because he then shot towards Draco to hug him, too. Draco was shocked at this and just stared down with wide eyes at the little boy.

“Hi Draco! Your name reminds me of dragons! I really like dragons, do you? They’re some of my favorites!” Teddy babbled while staring up in awe at Draco.

Draco looked at Harry, who had a smile on his face.

“I, um, yeah, dragons are alright,” he said.

Teddy then let go of Draco, much to his relief, and turned to Harry.

“Is that why you like him, Harry? Because his name sounds like dragons?”

Harry laughed.

“Yeah, that’s the only reason I can put up with him,” he joked.

Draco shot him a glare.

“I have some toy dragons! Do you want to see, Draco?”

“N-” Draco stopped what he was originally going to say when Harry shot him a look. “Yeah, okay, let’s see.”

Teddy grinned and grabbed Draco’s hand in his small one and pulled him over to the toy box that was in his room. Harry sat on Teddy’s bed and watched them.

Teddy pulled on Draco’s hand for him to sit down on the floor. With a sigh, he did, and watched as Teddy rummaged through his toys. He then pulled out four toy dragons. They were small and harmless, but moved as though they were real.

“Harry! You can come play too!”

Harry grinned and joined them on the floor.

“These look like the dragons we chose for the Triwizard Tournament,” Harry told Draco.

“Draco, you can choose which one you want first!”

“Wow, Draco. Teddy never let’s me choose first. He must really like you.” Harry smiled at the blond.

Draco reached forward and immediately went for the emerald green dragon with silver spikes. Harry snorted out a laugh at Draco’s obvious reasoning for his choice. Teddy, however made a face.

Draco glared at the little boy.

“Is there something wrong with this one?” He asked, a little too harshly for Harry’s liking, who elbowed him in the side for his tone.

“No. It’s just…that one is my favorite,” Teddy said with a slight pout.

Draco was not going to listen to the kid scream and throw a fit for not getting the one he wanted, so he quickly offered it to him.

“Well you can have it, then,” he said kindly and held the toy out to him.

“No, it’s okay,” Teddy smiled at him. “I like this one, too.” He grabbed one that was an icy blue color and then leaned over to whisper in Draco’s ear, “This one is Harry’s favorite. He always gets mad when I take it.”

Draco gave the little boy a real smile at this.

“Teddy! You know that one is my favorite!”

Teddy just smiled and held the toy up mockingly.

Harry finally chose his dragon, and they played for half an hour. Draco had to admit that it wasn’t a terrible time.

“I’m hungry,” Teddy said and threw his toy down.

“Alright, let’s go down to the kitchen and see what we can get you to eat,” Harry told him.

The three of them stood up, and Teddy immediately grabbed Draco’s hand and tugged on it to get his attention. Draco looked down at him.

“Can you give me a piggy-back ride?”

Draco looked incredulously at Harry, who just laughed and watched with amusement.

“Fine,” Draco grumbled and bent down so Teddy could jump on his back.

Draco looped his arms around Teddy’s legs, and then they made their way down to the kitchen.

Harry opened the fridge to see what there was to eat, and Draco set Teddy down and then lifted him back up to sit on the counter.

Harry then began rummaging through cabinets and pulled out a box of mac and cheese to make. Teddy sat on the counter, swinging his legs, and looked at Draco.

“Draco, were you and Harry friends in school?”

Draco glanced at Harry, who just gave a small nod.

“Yeah, well um, we weren’t in the same house, so we didn’t see much of each other, but I guess you could say we were friends.”

Harry fought to stifle his laughter.

“Harry was in the red house, right?” 

Teddy clearly didn’t remember the names of the houses yet, or couldn’t pronounce them. Draco nodded in response.

“What house were you in, Draco?”

Draco smiled at him.

“Guess.”

“Um…let’s see. There’s yellow, blue, and, and…oh yeah, green! Oh, I bet you were in the green house! That’s why you chose the green dragon!”

Draco actually grinned at the little boy.

“That’s right. The green house is the best one, by the way. Don’t let Harry tell you otherwise. Green also happens to be my favorite color, but that might just be because it was my house.”

“Don’t corrupt him at such an early age, Draco!” Harry said, but was laughing as well.

When Draco looked back at Teddy, he noticed that the tips of his hair had changed from purple to dark green, and the color was spreading even more through his hair.

“Might be too late for that, Harry.” Draco said, chuckling.

Harry turned to look and saw Teddy’s change in hair color. He rolled his eyes but gave Teddy a wide smile.

“That’s a good color on you, Ted.”

Teddy giggled and turned the rest of his hair green.

“I kind of like the yellow house…I like yellow,” Teddy said.

Harry looked over to Draco, knowing how much he used to hate Hufflepuff, but Draco wasn’t paying any attention to him.

“Hmm…that house is nice. I believe that was the house your mum was in.”

He turned to look at Harry, as if for confirmation, and Harry nodded and grinned at Draco.

“Really?! Do you know what house my dad was in?”

“Red, he was with Harry’s mum and dad.”

“Wow,” Teddy said.

Harry finished making the mac and cheese and put some onto three plates that he set on the table.

Harry lifted Teddy down from the counter and they all sat at the table to eat.

“Draco, did you play quidditch?” Teddy asked with a mouthful of food.

“Teddy,” Harry sighed. “You know you’re not supposed to eat with your mouth full.”

Teddy just rolled his eyes and waved Harry off.

“Yeah, I was seeker. Way better than Harry,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Cool!”

Harry shook his head.

“Quit filling his head with lies,” he joked.

When they finished eating they went into the living room to watch a movie.

Draco sat on the couch while Harry put the movie in, and Teddy plopped himself onto Draco’s lap. Draco would have preferred that he didn’t, but he didn’t have the heart to tell the little boy no.

“And where do you suppose I should sit?” Harry asked with a quirked eyebrow when he turned and saw the two were taking up the whole couch.

“On the floor,” Draco told him, to which Teddy responded with a fit of giggles. 

Both Draco and Harry smiled at this, and Harry reluctantly sat on the floor.

“Y’know Teddy, I’m not sure how I feel about how much you like Draco. I’m starting to think you like him more than me,” Harry said while smiling at the pair of them.

Teddy shifted so he could wrap his arms around Draco’s middle and rest his head against him.

“No…I like you both the same! But Draco is more comfy than you, Harry!”

Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry, who just laughed and turned back to watch the movie.

Teddy was asleep after only 15 minutes of the movie. Draco smiled softly down at him. He decided that maybe this wasn’t so bad. He gently wrapped an arm around Teddy to make sure he didn’t fall off or anything.

When the movie was over, Harry realized that he was the only one of the three that was still awake. He stood up and stretched and then smiled down at his boyfriend and godson. He gently pushed some hair out of Draco’s face, waking him up.

“Draco,” he whispered so he wouldn’t wake Teddy up. “Andromeda will be home soon.”

Draco mumbled something incoherently, but made no move to get up.

A moment later, Andromeda walked through the door. Harry greeted her and then she looked over at Draco and Teddy.

“They fell asleep while we were watching the movie. It just finished,” Harry chuckled and then woke both of them up so Teddy could go to his bed.

“Hi Teddy, did you have a good time?” Andromeda asked.

Teddy nodded sleepily.

“Grandma, can Draco tuck me into bed?” He asked her.

She smiled.

“Of course.”

Draco picked Teddy up and walked up the stairs with him. Harry and Andromeda followed behind quietly and watched from the doorway as Draco tucked him in.

Draco covered Teddy up with his blankets and was about to turn to walk away when Teddy grabbed his hand.

“Draco, will you come visit again?”

Draco sat down on the corner of the bed and smiled at the little boy.

“Sure, whenever you want.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise. You can even come over to me and Harry’s if your grandmother will allow it.”

Teddy’s tired face lit up at this.

“Can I really? She’ll let me Draco, I know she will!”

Draco chuckled.

“Of course. Maybe you can even sleep over. But for now you have to go to sleep, okay?”

“M’kay,” Teddy said, but then leaned up to give Draco a hug. 

Draco hugged him back and then laid him back down.

“Goodnight, Teddy.”

“G’night, Draco.”

Draco smiled and then turned to the door.

There he saw Andromeda and Harry watching him, he didn’t know they had followed him up. They were both smiling.

Andromeda saw them to the door.

“Thank you, again, for watching him. And I think he really enjoyed your company, Draco, so thank you for tagging along.”

Draco gave a small smile, then they said their goodbyes and Harry apparated them home.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Draco admitted once they were in their own bed.

“Mm, I’d go so far as to say you even had a good time,” Harry told him before he wrapped an arm around Draco to pull him into his chest.

“Perhaps.”

Harry smiled and gave Draco a sweet but short kiss on the lips.

“Thank you. Teddy loves you. Probably more than me,” he laughed.

“Can you blame him?” Draco teased.

Harry smiled and kissed Draco’s forehead.

“Not at all, love.”

Breaking... Ch.12

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A/N: This chapter took way too long because I wasn’t planning for it but it’s here now so let’s go y’all! I’ll get back to the main plot next chapter I swear!

Wordcount: 3609

Warnings: Blood, slut shaming, taunting, cursing

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Breaking Trust

You felt the impact send waves through your skull, they reverberated through your brain. Bouncing off the bone. You were falling past the ground, it seemed like the ground faded from under you. Varying shades of grey were around you and sticking out like jagged stone; but as it faded out to white you felt the familiar wrapping of silk around your body. Just as you saw the end of the gleaming fabric, one of the pieces wrapped itself around your leg and dangled you above your point of exit. You stared numbly into the light, you couldn’t see anything beyond it but you could hear something faint. “Miss, I’m going to need you to step back and leave the room! The doctor needs room to work.” It was a woman, she sounded older and frustrated. “No! Please, I need to be here with her! Y/N! Please, wake up!” Another woman said, she seemed much younger than the first and her ton was frantic. Her voice was familiar. “Damn it all! She’s drifting off! Miss L/N, do not fall back asleep!” An older male voice called. You tried to fight the silk and reach out towards the voices but it was no use. The silk raised you up as you struggled and flung you the way you fell. You flew through the air, past the white, past the rocks and into the light you came from.

             Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air. You were laying on some kind of couch and you felt the warmth and light from a fire nearby.

“Well, at least you’re finally up.” A female voice said curtly. You looked around to see a woman standing by a door. Her clothes were similar to yours, only her bodice was orange and had longer sleeves. “Honestly, you’re lucky to be alive at all. If Mr. Burr had not seen your horse, you would certainly be dead.” Mr. Burr? Her voice was cold, her hair, skin and eyes all matched that tone. Icy.

“Where am I?” You asked as your frantically sat up. She chuckled at your panic.

“I shall inform Mr. Burr of your current status. Wait here.” She ordered you and walked out of the room. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember… You touched the left side of your face and winced. You felt some sort of bandage along your left temple and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel how bruised your face was. There were footsteps coming toward the door so you stood up, you still felt a bit dizzy but you quickly steady yourself. In walked in a familiar man, dark skin, wearing a deep purple and a pleasant smile.

“I see that you are awake. What was your name? Titania, was it?” He asked.

“M-Mr. Burr, sir! Um, that’s what I am called yes?” Am I lying? He nodded and sensed your confusion about the situation.

“I heard a commotion outside my door at sun rise and saw a horse with gear standing on my lawn. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Hamilton and decided I should send it back to his estate but it was acting rather strange.  It kept moving away from me whenever I approached and, although it was probably foolish for to think it, it seemed to want to show me something. Low and behold you were not even a twenty meters from my home. I brought you back and called for a doctor, you had a terrible head wound but he said that you would wake up soon. Luckily he was correct, the sun has just only begun to set.” He explained. That’s crazy! Seriously universe? Why do you have to be such a bitch to me?!

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Mr. Burr! You really saved my life! I don’t know how I can thank you enough let alone repay you for this!”

“No need for thanks, I couldn’t just leave you out to die now could I? And in terms of repayment, I shall talk with Alexander about that.” Talk with Alex…Fuck… He’s not supposed to know about what happened! And hell I’ve already caused them enough trouble, why do I have to be like this?! He’s going to have to pay money for my idiocy! Ugh! He could read your disappointment as if you were actually saying it to him.

“Is something the matter?” He asked. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no! That’s perfectly fine! It’s just… I don’t exactly like having other people pay my debts but I suppose I’ll have to just live with it.” This is going to be bad when they get back… He closed his eyes like he was thinking about something. You couldn’t read his expression at all, which was something that Alex frequently complained about him. He was elusive.

“I have a proposition for you then, Miss Titania.” What?

“A proposition?” You asked.

“My wife you see, has fallen quite ill and we are a bit short of staff. I am aware that the Hamiltons are up town for the winter. Perhaps, while they are away, you could lend your services to help around here.” He offered.

“Seriously? Thank you so much, Mr. Burr! I just really don’t want to cause any problems for Alex and I’ll work really hard to make sure my debt is paid-“ He shushed you.

“Talk less.” Wait, what? “I will take that as a yes, however there are some rules you must follow.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Things are done very differently around here than at Alexander’s. You are at the Burr estate now and you must behave as such. Based on how you have worked at the Hamilton’s I can tell that your personality is rather… loud. That will not be the case while you are with me. Talk less, smile more. That is how you shall operate. You will be expected to hold a demeanor of calm and collectiveness at all times. I will not tolerate anything less, is that clear?” You were surprised by how serious he was while speaking to you, you were actually taken aback. I suppose not everything could be as accepting as it is with them… Even with the terms being so out of character for you, you knew you had to try. So you agreed to the conditions.

             That night you were given back your horse and set out for the estate. You felt slightly uncomfortable with having to ride again after what happened but it was your only option. You were going to be a maid for the Burr’s and would have to leave at dawn every morning to get there on time for work. You got back home, led the horse back to the stables and went inside. You hastily prepared a fire to ward off the chill in your bones. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Dear Starlight,

             It already feels as though I have been away from you a century, has it truly only been a month and a half since I have seen you? I miss you, I miss our conversations, I miss your lectures, I miss your voice, your spirit, your passion. I miss it all, everything down to the way you hold a teacup as though it could fall apart in your hands. It is very quiet uptown; I do not think I like the quiet though. It feels empty and, dare I say, a bit lonely without you by my side to share your thoughts on this world we live in. Everyone else misses you as well. Father and Mother have been telling Grandfather all about you, he seems to find you quite charming. Angelica says that studying is becoming a bore without you there to give her alternative methods of remembering her work. Even Alexander, James and John seem quite withdrawn; specifically, they long for one of your fairytales. I have no idea what they are talking about but it has something to do with a fruit that can show you everything you desire? Or was it about gaining knowledge from it? It sounds fascinating, then again, everything about you intrigues me. It is surprising to think that it has not even been an entire year since our first meeting, I feel as though I have known you my entire life. Although since we are on a similar subject, I have some rather exciting news. My birthday is next week! I shall be turning sixteen, soon enough I will no longer be considered a boy but instead a young man. However, I only care about that title when it comes to you. Your wit and luminosity may suggest you consider me an equal. Yet, does that mean your heart sees me as such? I wish not to be considered a child in thine eyes, a boy who becomes as red as a blooming rose over his frivolous romanticized fantasies. I do not think the word ‘different’ quite fits how I see you, perhaps extraordinary would be a better term? You are not like any of the other maidens I have encountered; you are bold, utterly silly and stubborn in every wondrous way. You are the brightest star is the sky, the North Star. Others gaze upon you and wonder where you shall lead them, while I can only hope that you will take pity on a soul deprived of your love, a soul left completely helpless. I see your eyes and smile in the night sky, Lord knows that I have prayed. I have prayed that you will leave your celestial heaven and keep beside me. Is it not embarrassing? Even on paper I cannot articulate what I am feeling without becoming muddled. Perhaps it is best if I wait to express myself when I meet you at the end of February. Until then ma cherié, please do not forget to write. I know you must be busy as to not have the time to write but that shall not stop my own writing tendencies, your words bring me more joy than you could possibly imagine.

Sincerely yours,

P. Ham, your sunshine.

Your mind and your heart were telling you two distinctly different things by the time you finished reading Philip’s letter. Why does everything have to be so complicated?! You held your head in your hands, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been two weeks since you started to work for Aaron Burr and to say you hated it would an understatement. You’ve never felt so restricted in your entire life, it was huge reality check for you. Not everything could be all feminism and modern like it was with Alexander. Proper etiquette hangs over your head constantly, you never expected Burr to be as uptight as he is. It isn’t all bad though, Mrs. Burr is actually quite lovely. She tells you many stories of her younger days when she’s well enough to speak cohesively. Honestly, the best times were when she was awake, it always gave you the chance to take a breather from Aaron. He wants to be by her side as often as time allows, he acts like a completely different person around her. He’s happy. That doesn’t last too long though, and Sarah doesn’t help much either. Sarah was the maid that was ‘by your side’ when you awoke at the Burr estate. She’s kind of, maybe, the worst person. She frequently taunts you for the position you’re in and tries to accuse you because of your relationship with the Hamilton’s. “I know what you did, who knew a man would actually defend his whore.” When you asked her what she was trying to imply she said. “I wonder how the son reacted to learn that his whore was also his father’s. I believe I would pay to see such an encounter!” No matter how many times you try to convince her of the truth, she just shuts you down and claims that a prostitute will do anything to hide her sins. First of all, I’ll do what I damn well please with my body! Second of all, I DID NOT have an affair with Alexander! Seriously, I thought this whole situation was over! You didn’t have time to read the letter before you had to leave for work, so you took it with you. You heard footsteps from beyond the door you were behind and quickly hid the letter in your bodice. You stood up from where you were sitting at the dining room table, taking your spare cloth off of your apron and using it to wipe the table. You know, to make it seem like you were working even though there was nothing to clean yet. Sarah, cold looking as ever, came bursting in.

“Good morning, Miss Home Wrecker. I will be taking care of Lady Burr today, which means you will be in charge of everything else for the day. I suggest you be on your best behavior, or else you shall receive quite a tongue lashing from Mr. Burr… Although you probably want that!” She snorted as she left you alone to fester in your anger. Fuck you too, Sarah! Okay Y/N, calm down. It’s only for another five or so weeks. I can do this! Just put on your best smile and suck it up, buttercup! You took a deep breath and left to take your normal rounds. Things were going relatively smoothly, at least until mid-day approached.

             You heard a carriage drawing into the ‘driveway’ as you started to call it. Ugh, a visitor… Normally, you wouldn’t mind having to greet a visitor, but you haven’t had to deal with any of Burr’s guest yet. You weren’t excited. Nevertheless, you did what you were taught, you walked over to the door and smiled sweetly. You heard footsteps and you opened the door, closing your eyes to block out the brightness from the light hitting the snow outside.

“Welcome to the Burr estate! What may I do for you today?” You asked in a bubbly voice.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Oh no. Please let it be a hallucination! Please let it be a hallucination! You slowly opened your eyes and to no surprise the first thing you see is a bright color. Magenta. The whole image started to fade in, Thomas Jefferson, in all his horridness, was standing in front of you. On top of that, you had to greet him with a smile and give him hospitality. I’d rather shut the door in his face… You bit your tongue and moved out of the way for him so that he could enter. “Well, well, well, Miss Titania! I would never guess I would find you here. What brings you? I thought Hamilton was away for the winter?” He gave you a mischievous grin as you shut the door behind him.

“Simply working, nothing worthy of noting.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, but before he could retort, Burr’s voice echoed from the nearby staircase.

“Hello Thomas, forgive me but my wife is awake at the moment so I must focus on her. Miss Taylor, please make him some tea.” Can I pour the tea on him?! You nodded to the demand, you couldn’t exactly say no. You turned and began to walk towards the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be back with your tea shortly.” You lashed, obviously annoyed. He smiled, but he didn’t sit down.

“Actually, I would much rather follow you. I hate not having company and personally, I’d say you make some pretty fine company.” He raised his eyebrows up slightly. This bitch… You shot him a thin smile and turned to walk into the kitchen, rolling your eyes as he trailed behind you. You began the tea preparations, hoping that he would at least give you the pleasure of not speaking. You were not granted that pleasure.

“How have you been Miss Titania?” He asked, your back turned to him.

“Fine.” You said insipidly. You began to heat up the water and turned to find Jefferson a few feet away from you.

“That’s a rather noxious injury you’ve got there.” He pointed and traced out in the air the slight crescent shape from the stitching on your left temple. You covered it up with your hand. “May I ask how that happened?” He asked with curiosity in his brown eyes, you spoke as you walked past him to grab the tea box.

“It seems that I am no equestrian, Mr. Jefferson.” You said with dun. He clicked his tongue.

“I see.” After that, things went silent for a moment. You got out the teapot and made the tea, now all that was left was for you to set up the tray and cups, you assumed Burr would join him shortly. You set the tray down, picked out he saucers, the cream and sugar as well. You grabbed one of the tea cups with both hands, careful not to drop it and as you picked up the second one, Thomas spoke up.

“How has Philip been recently.”

Crack, shatter, puncture, warm.

             Some glass fragments from the delicate cup began to trickle from your seizing hands, the pieces digging into your palms. You whipped your head around, shock was etched into his features and it only grew deeper when he saw the burning hatred on your own.

“Don’t ever! You do not have the right to ask me about him after what you did! You made him hate me! Even if it was only for a day, it killed me! You do not deserve the grace of hearing his effulgent name, let alone say it!” You spat, you had had enough. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were tumultuous. You felt like crying, screaming, and being sick all at the same time. He doesn’t deserve to know how wonderful that family is! He almost ruined them! He threw his hands up to show peace.

“Whoa, perhaps it would be best to calm down.” He said in an oddly soothing voice. You wanted to yell, don’t tell me to calm down! But you realized something.

The cup

You opened your hands and the rest of the glass fell to the floor, there were tiny cuts on your hands and blood prickled out from the ends but that’s not what you cared about. Fuck! You crouched down onto the ground and frantically began to pick up the pieces, gathering them up in your apron cloth to hold them.

“No, no, no, no! Burr’s going to kill me!” You spoke breathlessly and then a voice you really didn’t want to hear.

“Why am I going to kill you?” Burr asked dryly. He looked down at what you were doing, his expression blank. You hated that look, it made you even more fearful than most things. The idea that he could be thinking of anything and you wouldn’t know terrified you enough as it was. But now it was directed at you. You were about to apologize, try to convince him it was an accident and that you were sorry but you were interrupted.

“I dropped my cup, you know me Burr, my senses are never quite right when I’m around a pretty lady! I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it!” Jefferson laughed. What? What’s he doing? Burr sighed and shook his head, rubbing his temples, which he commonly did when he was stressed.

“Seriously, Thomas? You can’t stop your womanizing for even a second? Well… It’s not the good china so I suppose no harm was done. I came in here to tell you that we shall head to the cabinet in a moment, I just have to get properly dressed first. It’ll only be a moment. Taylor, please clean up this mess.” He said as he turned and left the two of you alone once more. You quickly gathered up the rest of the glass and stood up, making sure it wouldn’t fall out of the sides of your apron, the edges you holding lightly between your fingers. You turned to look at Jefferson.

“Why…? Why did you cover for me?” You were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath.

“I know how Burr can be, it was honestly just better to say that I did it. Besides, I’m not a scoundrel all the time you know?” You disposed of the glass as he stepped closer to you. He was only a foot away from you by the time you noticed, he held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked calmly. You reluctantly showed him your hands, he held one in each of his and inspected them closely. “Hm, you should be alright. Clean them up, use a cloth to stop the bleeding and if anyone asks, tell them you slipped on the ice outside.” He instructed, you nodded along, still a bit confused.

“Why would you help me? Don’t you hate me or what I stand for or something?” He sighed at your question.

“Listen, I will admit that my accusations were under a false pretense, that I apologize for. I wasn’t asking you about Philip to be antagonizing, I was genuinely curious. I talked to James a while back and he told me about what you said. ‘I don’t care about my name’ All you care about is everyone else’s wellbeing. You could say it put things into perspective for me. Why would a whore care about her ‘lover’ and not have it be about money? Why would Hamilton write an entire pamphlet to protect the dignity of one mistress but incriminate the other? It doesn’t make sense, unless I’m wrong and that you truly had nothing to do with it. It was presumptuous of me, and for that I am very sorry. When it comes to Philip however, I am rather close to Angelica and we have discussed the two of you the recently. So do not worry, I get it.” He let go of your hands and gave you a soft smile, walking past you towards the exit into the dining room. “I should meet with Burr, perhaps I shall meet with you again in the future, Titania? It would be a real shame to not see your pretty face again. Au revoir, mademoiselle.” He waved goodbye to you with that same grin on his face. What just happened? Is he not an asshole 24/7? You were left to stew in your questions for a bit, but you eventually followed the directions he gave you, pushing the questions to the back of your mind. Which then made new questions form.

What am I going to do when they get back?

[This fic was requested by the ever so lovely @legolasothranduilion and I think it may be the longest fic I’ve posted on here. I guess I got carried away, or made a mess of things, we’ll see. Fair warning, there are quite a few time skips so I apologize if anything is confusing]

                       I bolted upright in bed, my skin was drenched in sweat and a violent sob tore from my throat. I looked around the room but it had been just a dream, my mom was really dead but she wasn’t here with me.
           "Hey, don’t do that,“
           Barry was suddenly there, pulling me into his arms I held him to me for a couple of minutes before pulling away.
           "I’m sorry; I just had a dream about flashpoint. I just… it was such a big mistake, we shouldn’t have gone back but Barry it was simultaneously the best and worst mistake we could have made,” I croaked, and he squeezed my hand.
           "I know, I miss them too,“ he whispered.
           "We made such a mess of things, didn’t we? Cisco will barely talk to me, everything is different, Julian,” I felt a flutter in my stomach but chose to ignore it, “Julian hates us both, how do we even do this?”
           Barry smiled gently, “Together, just like we always have,”
           I smiled back at him, “How did you know I needed you?” I asked.
           He laughed lightly, “Twin telepathy,” he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck before growing more serious.
           "I had the same dream, I woke up wanting to see you and it’s a good thing I did,“
           "We’ll have to be at work in a few hours, do you want to watch Netflix with me until then?”
           "Sure,“ he said softly.

***

           "I brought coffee and donuts,” I set the box and tray down on my desk.
           "I’ll pass,“ Julian said sourly but I set the coffee on his desk anyway with a donut on top of a napkin beside it.
           "Where’s that intolerable brother of yours anyway?”
           No matter how fast Barry could run he was always late to work but he was too good at what he did to be fired for it, damn him.
           "He was asked to run an errand for Jo-“
           Julian gave me a pointed look over his microscope.
           "Detective West,” I corrected myself, before moving behind my desk and opening one of my files.
           When I had arrived to this timeline with Barry and we had met Julian it became startlingly clear that he didn’t like us, in fact, he loathed us. And yet part of me had felt something for him and that feeling had only begun to grow in spite of Julian’s cruel and sarcastic disposition. I remember defending Julian to Barry when we went out with Joe and Iris one day and all Barry could say was,
           "Of all the guys you could have picked from you choose the one that hates you?“
           When he said it like that it didn’t sound great at all, but I liked to think there was more to Julian than we knew about. If he was this passionate about people he hated I couldn’t help but wonder how passionate he would be about the people he loved.
           "If you’re going to stare at me instead of doing you work I don’t know why you bothered to come at all. At least your brother doesn’t show, whereas you sit at your desk with a ridiculous look on your face creating an illusion of productivity,” he grumbled, moving from his telescope to type something on his laptop.
           I narrowed my eyes at him, “I really think you need that coffee,”
           Julian snorted.
           "And you can criticize my work ethic and productivity all you want, but at the end of the day, I’ve opened and closed more cases than you have,“
           He looked up at me with a cold look on his face and I took a long drink of my coffee without breaking his gaze.
           "But that’s none of my business,”
           "Allen, Albert, we have a situation,“ the chief said as he entered the room.
           Julian and I looked at each other briefly before we both rose.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           If there was one saving grace for Y/N Allen it was that she took her job seriously, unlike her brother. Sure, there were some days where she would drop off the face of the planet but at least she didn’t expect any special treatment for her absence. She accepted any consequence or task silently, she made up for the days she missed unlike her brother.
           For a second I spared her a glance, she was a few feet away talking to the chief and some of the witnesses. Though she was better at the hands on work she always seemed to step aside whenever her brother miraculously arrived. She had her hair up today as usual, she wore a dress in a rich purple with a simple cardigan but that particular shade of purple made her blue eyes even more startling.
           I looked away from her rolling my eyes at myself on the inside. I hated her less than her brother, but I still hated her. I didn’t trust them. I couldn’t.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I returned to Barry’s side just as he invited Julian to the movie in the park.
           "It should be fun, we’d be happy to have you,” I chimed in with a welcoming, if slightly anticipatory smile.
           "That’s a very enticing offer, Allen’s, but I’m actually seeing my girlfriend tonight, so,“
           "Oh,” Barry and I both breathed out in unison, only Barry kept talking.
           I didn’t know he was seeing anybody. Now I just felt like an idiot, I mean I was probably an idiot before but now I felt like a bigger idiot and Barry could tell. I left them then, I felt stupid just being there and I began to bag up the body. I was grateful that when Barry came to help he didn’t say anything.

***The Next Day***

I clutched the wound on my stomach, rolling onto my side I watched as Savitar froze and vanished. Barry collapsed and relief washed over me. He was okay, we were okay, but what the hell just happened?
           "Y/N, are you okay?“ Caitlin asked, coming to my side.
           "I was just thrown around like a ragdoll and impaled by a metal giant, but other than that I am just Peachy,” I grunted.

***

           Once Caitlin had me stitched up and on the mend I didn’t stay there for long or go home for that matter, instead I went to work. Julian was there and he looked at me with distaste as usual before returning to his task.
           "Where’s your brother?“
           "There’s a family issue-”
           "And you’re not family?“ Julian said sarcastically.
           I flinched.
           "I umm, I figured I’d be more useful here,”
           "Unlikely, but that’s none of my business,“ he mocked me.
           I wasn’t in the mood to be mocked or insulted by him so I walked over to my desk and sat down quietly.
           "Did you have a nice time last night?”
           I decided to omit saying with his girlfriend.
           "Does it matter?“
           Deciding complete silence was my only option I began to work on a report. After everything that has happened, even now when he is being such an asshole, why do I feel a bit better here? Why do I find the banter (which I usually partake in) so comforting? Why is it that I can’t find any comfort amongst my brother and his friends yet I feel better just sitting across from Julian.
           "I don’t remember much of last night to be honest,”
            I perked up, “Oh, so you must have had a good time,” I laughed lightly, while continuing to type.
           "Yes, I suppose I must’ve,“ but he had taken that sarcastic tone again.
           "Did something happen with your girlfriend?” I’d regret asking that later but this was the most progress we had made conversationally.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           "My what?“ I demanded.
           Her eyes widened a fraction, "Your girlf- I’m sorry you told Barry yesterday that you- I must have heard wrong I’m so sorry-”
           Her embarrassment was amusing, cute, and frustrating all at once.
           "That was an excuse,“ I said curtly.
           She turned to her work again looking rather cross with me, "And you say it’s Barry and I that can’t be trusted,”
           I glared at her, “I beg your pardon?”
           "You could have been honest with us, Barry was just being polite,“
           "He was just playing his part in the Barry Allen Show,”
           She rarely ever got really angry and when she did colour would rise to her cheeks and she would clench her fists like she was doing now. I liked being cruel to Barry because he deserved it, I was cruel to her because she had so much potential but she was wasting it. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and kind but she was throwing all of her virtues away.
           "You can think whatever you want about my brother and I, but from now on I’d appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself,“
           Her tone surprised me but I moved forward in my seat anyway.
           "May I ask you a question?”
           She looked mildly surprised but cautious, “What?”
           "Why are you here?“
           Confusion knitted her brows together "I um, I work here? This is our offi-”
           "But you’re not really needed here now, are you?“
           "I’ll just ignore that because you’re obviously just being a dick right no-”
           "You’re good at your job, there is no doubt about it but I’m here and so is your brother. When he is around you fade into the background and cease to be of any use or value, so why are you here? I don’t need your brother here even though he is absent enough as it is so why would I need his shadow?“
           I had only meant to confront her, to understand why she was always handing the wheel to her brother. I wanted to know when she had accepted becoming second best to Barry. However, I did not mean for my words to cut her so deeply as to tear open a wound that had apparently already been there. She got to her feet.
           "I’m not my brother, I’m my own person-”
           "You could have fooled me-“
           "Y/N, what’s going on?” Joe had entered the room but we were only focused on each other.
           "You don’t know anything, all you do is make assumptions and sit at your desk acting like you are better than anyone who walks through that door but you’re not. You’re bitter, you’re alone, and you’re an asshole-“
           "But at least I am an individual, at least this is who I choose to be. When did you choose to be your brother? No one needs another Barry Allen, Y/N, so I’ll ask you one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?”
           She raised a hand to silence Detective West before he could speak and she cleared her throat.
           "I’m not here, I won’t be here, not anymore,“
           "What are you prattling on about?”
           "I’m saying I quit,“
           That hadn’t been what I wanted at all and I rose quickly when she began to walk to the door but I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or what I could say. She turned back to face me as she stood in the doorway, looking as though she wanted to say more but instead she said thickly,
           "I wish you the best of luck in the future, Mr. Albert,” and with that she was gone.
           I slowly sunk back down into my seat, running a hand down my face. What did I just do?
           "Why the hell would you do something like that?“ Detective West demanded.
           "I didn’t think she’d quit-”
           "I don’t think you thought at all before saying what you just did, and as unprofessional as all of this is I think after what just happened it doesn’t really matter,“
           "Detective West-”
           "No, I’m talking now. You don’t know her, you may have worked with her for a year now but you don’t know a damn thing about Y/N. She didn’t deserve that,“
           "I know she didn’t,”
           "Then what the hell were you thinking?“
           "I wasn’t thinking… exactly. But can you honestly tell me what I said wasn’t true?” I demanded.
           "You don’t think she knows? You don’t think she is aware that even though she is Barry’s twin she is always being compared to him? She has had a hard life, her parents died, and god rest their souls, they clearly favoured Barry. And even though I love her like a daughter there was a disconnect between us that wasn’t there with Barry and I knew she could feel it. She never felt like she was good enough and she would push herself too hard. When she was eighteen she disappeared without a trace, no one could find her, we thought she was dead. Three years later she got in contact with Barry; she started sending us postcards and then he managed to talk her into coming back,“ Joe was silent for a few seconds.
           I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt like I didn’t deserve to have been told any of that, I was too cruel to her. I had always been cruel to her, more so than Barry, because A. I didn’t trust her and B. I thought she needed a firm hand to realize she was settling for mediocrity. Though my intentions weren’t entirely good that part was, I don’t know her, but I know what she is capable of and she wasn’t utilising it at her brother’s hip.
           "She never told us what she got up to when she was gone, but I don’t think all of it was good. I know you never liked her or Barry, but bottom line is you don’t know them, and to tell you the truth, you’re missing out on two amazing people,”
           And with that he was gone. I stared down at the file on my desk before glancing over at hers; and with a violent yell I knocked everything off of my desk. I have to apologize to her, make things right, she has to know I give a damn.

***
           Both The Flash and his female companion Sonic appeared between me and the meta Caitlin Snow. What I didn’t seem to understand was why one of them didn’t just grab her from behind but I felt it best to keep my opinions to myself.
           "She’s willing to hurt someone! Knock her out!“
           Sonic turned to me and in an instant I was plunged into darkness.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, even if he did have that one coming. I resisted the urge to kneel down and check on him because we had bigger problems.
           "Like you both helped your mother?”
           I rose, turning slowly, “Caitlin…” Barry and I said in unison.
           "You both keep messing with everyone’s lives, wrecking everything, and we’re left behind to pick up the pieces from your mistakes! Some things you break you can’t put back together!“
           "I can fix this,” Barry said thickly.
           "We messed up, we know that, but we’re trying to make it right. Please let us try to make this right,“ I whispered.
           "Like you made it right with Cisco? Oh wait, you didn’t. You can’t fix his family now can you? You didn’t tell Cisco you guys screwed him worst of all did you?”
           I held Barry’s hand as Caitlin turned to the camera, “You hear that Cisco? Dante was alive, healthy and happy until Barry and Y/N created flashpoint! When they reset things, that’s what killed him. They are the reason your brother is dead,”
           "Albert’s down, shoot her!“
           Barry grabbed Caitlin and we ran out of the way of the gunfire.
           "What’s our play-”
           Barry’s pain filled scream caused me to jerk around, my hands burned as I made a move to use my flames against her but she froze my torso and I couldn’t move.
           "Don’t follow me!“
           Barry and I looked between each other as she ran off and I wished with everything in me we could take back Flashpoint. I would give anything to erase what we did, even if in that timeline my parents loved me too.

*** (After Cisco confronts Barry and Y/N over the death of his brother)

           I found Cisco gearing up, when he looked at me I couldn’t help but feel like I had lost him forever. I was closer to Cisco than I was to Caitlin, I loved Caitlin and I would do anything to help her but… Cisco always knew what to say. He was my best friend and I hated that I had hurt him so badly.
           "I know you probably don’t want to listen to anything I have to say right now… I also know we don’t have long because we have to look for Caitlin… but I need you to let me attempt to explain-”
           "What’s there to explain? My brother is dead because of you and Barry, end of story.“
           "No,” I said firmly, “Not end of story,”
           He made a move to leave but I stepped in front of him, “Let me just say what I have to say and if you choose to hate me I will accept that,”
           His eyes narrowed, “Five minutes, that’s it,”
           I nodded, clearing my throat.
           "You know how you asked us to bring Dante back? You begged us, you pleaded-“
           "But you wouldn’t even though you both did it for yoursel-”
           "We did it before Dante died. We wouldn’t do it because we realized what a mistake we had made,“
           "You think that fixes things?”
           "No,“ I whispered, "No, I know nothing will ever be the same again… but you begged us to bring back Dante. You can understand that grief, that desperation… so when our dad died-”
           "You didn’t even like your dad-“
           "But he was still my dad… I was still hurting… and I couldn’t let Barry do it alone. Flashpoint was great while it lasted, but we realized how badly we screwed up. We thought we paid the consequence when we had to watch our mom die again, but it turns out we have so much more to pay for. We never meant to hurt you, we never meant to hurt anyone, we just wanted the ones we loved back too. We just didn’t realize we’d lose more people we loved in the process,” I swallowed hard.
           "I know none of this matters to you, it doesn’t bring Dante back… I just wanted you to know that we are so sorry, I’m sorry, and I hope one day I can make it right,“
           I left the room then, raising my chin and composing myself for the coming mission.

***(A few days later) Julian’s P.O.V***

           Allen had come to me to ask about the Philosophers Stone, his clear inability to tell right from wrong in regards to his friend Caitlin had served only to make me hate him more. However, I couldn’t help but risk losing a bit of my pride in asking about Y/N. I wanted to see her again, to apologize… and to perhaps tell her… I just needed to see her. There was a moment where I came close but Ms. West seemed all too eager to get in my way.
           Barry seemed less than inclined to extend any apology, but he did tell me she was doing well. She had found herself a new occupation none the less as an [insert dream occupation here]. Even though she was probably aligned with her brother in regards to this Caitlin business I hoped she was happy. I hoped one day our paths would cross again.
           ***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           Just when I think I am done with Julian Albert he is thrown back into my life. I was no longer angry at him though, I was concerned, I was concerned because Julian was Alchemy.
Only I knew in my gut that he was only a pawn, I knew it even before Joe or Barry confirmed my suspicions but Barry and I ran down to Julian’s cell regardless.
           "Have you been blacking out? Hours passing, waking up somewhere different and not being sure how you got there?”
           Julian shook his head, “No,”
           He was lying; I could tell… he was afraid.
           "No?“ I prodded.
           "No. I’ve had enough of these baseless accusations and these ridiculous theories of yours,”
           "We’re trying to help you, but you need to trust us,“ Barry said firmly.
           "Says the pair in masks,”
           Barry looked at me and we both nodded. He removed his mask first and stepped into the light. A look of pure satisfaction crossed over Julian’s face.
           "I should have known, I should have guessed it! The unexplained absences, your passion for meta’s, your general thumbing your nose at authority. I’m sure you had a good laugh behind my back. But if you’re The Flash that mean she’s-“
           I stepped forward and removed my mask, "Barry’s shadow, hello Julian,”
           He looked away from me quickly and back to Barry.
           "I seriously wish I could have told you before,“ Barry whispered.
           "So why tell me now?”
           "Because we need you to trust us, you are Alchemy. I just don’t think you’re aware of it,“ I said.

***(After everything with Savitar)***

           I didn’t go straight to Joe’s, instead I went home and had a nice long shower, got dressed, and went down to the CCPD to grab the rest of my things. For some reason after everything that happened today it seemed like a good thing to do. I was almost done when I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Julian standing in the doorway.
           "I’ll be out of here in a minute,”
           "No, please, stay as long as you like,“ he whispered.
           He looked broken, scared, and dressed for a party he said he wasn’t going to attend. I couldn’t help but soften a little towards him.
           "You look like you could use a drink,”
           "Try several,“ he laughed half heartedly.
           I reached into my box and pulled out a small bottle of brandy, "Will this work?”
           He smiled softly, “That’s excellent, thank you,”
           He leaned against the desk beside me, our arms almost touching and I took a sip of brandy before handing the bottle over to him.
           "A while back, the fifteen year old boy with the hologram, I almost killed him. The monster we were chasing was just his hologram Flash- your brother, came to save the day. And he saved me from doing something,“ he choked off and I rested a hand on his forearm.
           "You don’t have to say-”
           "Please,“ he whispered, his blue eyes meeting mine.
           "I owe you an apology and this is how it starts,”
           Squeezing his arm I took the bottle from him and took a drink before nodding to urge him to continue.
           "What’s sad was the kid was just acting because he was scared, you know? He wanted everyone to be terrified of him and to run away from the monster so he could feel powerful. I know what that’s like,“
           "So do I, but I’d like to know what you mean by that,”
           "I come from a pretty wealthy family, back in England. It’s a long line of generations of old money, tradition, nonsense really. And I was the heir, I was their firstborn son, I was supposed to inherit the lot. But I was the odd duck who would rather go in the garden and collect samples of insects. Rather than learn how to tie a Windsor knot or which fork to use first at dinner. I wanted more, you know?“
           "You made the right choice,” I whispered.
           My heart squeezed as he told me all of this. To have been so deprived of any information about him only to receive it in kind was different to say the least. I saw myself in him, only he ran away to better himself when I just… ran away.
           "I came here to do the one thing they couldn’t stop me from doing, becoming a scientist. Becoming a great scientist, and then just as I got to the top of my field the world changes over night. Meta-humans. I don’t know a single thing about meta-humans. I don’t know how they talk, how they walk, I certainly don’t know the first thing about stopping them, so,“ he took the bottle and took a long drink of brandy
           "I’m rendered useless, I suppose that’s the monster I’m running from now, just feeling powerless,”
           "Even the powerful feel powerless, Julian. Take it from someone who knows,“
           "I know. What my sad story is trying to convey is that I know what it’s like to be held up to standards and expectations that you feel you can never meet. I understand what it’s like to feel out of place, I’m truly sorry for the way I handled things. I just projected my own anger for myself onto you in a way. We are both running and I want us both to stop being so afraid, you know?”
           He looked at me when I didn’t reply and I took in his features for a moment. His face which once seemed so harsh and cold to me had grown softer and more open. I hesitantly reached out and took his hand. For a moment he looked startled before he interlaced his fingers with mine.
           "If anything I should be thanking you, you were right. I was living my life thinking that I would never measure up to Barry,“
           I let my hand drop, "But I never will measure up to him because I’m not Barry. I’m just me… it was about time I started living a life I chose for myself,”
           Clearing my throat I straightened, feeling warm from the brandy.
           "Apology accepted, and thank you,“
           "Does this mean you’ll come back to the CCPD?”
           I smiled, “You said it yourself, you guys don’t need me. I love it here, but [insert dream occupation here] is my true calling. Merry Christmas, Julian,”
           Julian rose as well so we stood a mere inches apart and I felt his hand trail down my arm.
           "There’s something else,“
           "Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
           "You look beautiful tonight, you have always looked so damned beautiful I could scarcely stand it sometimes,“
           "Is that all?”
           "Not even close,“ He brushed a lock of hair from my face and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest.
           "I have loved you, I think from the very first moment I met you with your frustrating kindness, your intolerable generosity, and your infuriating abundance of optimism. You challenge me, you make me laugh, and I find that for some reason even when I thought I hated you when I was around you, you felt like-”
           "Home?“
           His nose brushed against mine, I felt his breath on my lips as he said "Exactly,” before they pressed against mine. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. We kissed for a long time, each second making the kiss grow in intensity before I finally pulled away.
           "How would you like to attend a Christmas party with me?“
           "It would be a privilege,”