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bts fic rec! (just 24 fics)

Hi. I’m alive, apparently.

Gay* fic rec.

I’ve been having these marathons every week where I just collect as much fanfics as I can. The result? Folders full of bookmarks. Like, not the AO3 bookmarks, but I made actual Chrome folders with bookmarks and… you get the point.

This is unnecessary, but if you’re a beginner in the bts-fanfic-world, I think this list might help you?

These are strongly recommended fics from me. Various ships. All gay, obviously… all on AO3. Most of these, you probably know.

I don’t own any of them! I just think they’re wonderful…

If any of you need more fic recs (I take any ship, I haven’t done all ships but I have some for underrated ships, so), just go on and send me an ask, I guess. And if you’ve read all of these, go send me an ask if you’d like. (I got tons of Namjin) 

I also rec sin, though my folder for sin isn’t very organized so it’ll take a while.

If you want a small (very small) list of sad fics, just ask.

Okay, here it is!

[M] Beta Tau Sigma by bazooka
pairing: namjin (college/university au, frat au)
summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music;
2) keep your GPA above a 3.4;
3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet;
4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin.
The rest is all fine print.
me: i cried when it finished. need i say more? fucking amazing. love it. cry with me.

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Fickle Touches | highschool!au

Originally posted by moved-joohyunverse

Summary: Maybe Irene just always adored you, in secret and silence, deep down in the bottom of her whole being. 

Trigger warning: Mentions of homophobia.

Word Count: 7,052

It happens so softly, gentle and soundless like a dream. Maybe that’s why Irene is already lost and trapped before she sees the danger.

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I don’t remember exactly how it started. It was the craziest night of my life, up until that point at least. Since that night nothing has been the same.

I was standing against the wall, lost in my phone, texting my best friend, Brenda, who was once again late for the concert she insisted I attend with her.

“Brenda where the fuck are you?”

I stare at my phone for what feels like an eternity waiting for her response. Finally a reply comes across.

“Sorry.  I’ll be there soon.”

I huff, my frustration fueled tears catching the eye of a rock star wanna be who stops dead in his tracks to ask if I’m okay. I look up briefly, noticing his piercing blue eyes, and smile through my tears and nod, embarrassed that I wasn’t invisible and he saw me.

I wipe my tears away and text Sharon again warning her of her impending death. I look up to see those same piercing blue eyes standing over me. “You’re crying. Girls don’t usually cry for no reason. I can’t leave you alone like this,” he insists. “Your boyfriend make you cry?”

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Chance and Choice (Part 8 of 10)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, some side Natasha x Steve

Word Count: 1,632 (this ran away from me)

Warnings: language, drinking, second-hand embarrassment, fluff, anxiety attack

A/N: This is an AU drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted. PS - Someone meddles, but will it help or hurt reader?

Thanks for reading, you guys. This is the second-to-last part.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

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pegasusdragontiger  asked:

Chris/Reader you are going to your sisters Bachelorette party and it's 1am and you're on your way home in a maxi cab with everyone else and you drunkenly ring Chris to let him know how much fun you had, you missed him, one of your sisters friends is telling the taxi driver he is fkn epic and awesome and we all a agree and then you proceed to tell Chris you can't wait to get married, the house, the pets, cars an kids and into detail while he was visiting at his mums and he has you on speaker,helo

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little bit, I’m not very comfortable writing about Lisa and I had another idea that I thought would make it fluffier and just flow a little nicer. Also, this is just a drabble, but if you like where it’s going I might be interested in turning it into a mini-series. 

Originally posted by ncoleys

“Hey, Smalls, did you have a good time?” I ask my sister as we’re helping her into her cab.

“Oh my GOD, I love you all so much. I can’t wait to be married, thank you Sissy for planning this”

“It was no problem, Mal is going to ride with you and then we’re all gonna get another cab okay?”

“Yeah, yeah” her eyes are glazed over as she slumps back in the seat and leans on our friend Mallory. “I love you Mal”

Mallory shakes her head as she laughs over her head. She gives me a small wave before telling the driver they’re ready to go. The other 5 girls and I are able to get a maxi cab. My sister insisted that we stay until final call which means everyone is a little drunker than they may have planned on getting. Thankfully no one gets sick on the ride home. Eventually everyone else gets dropped off and I’m the last one in the cab. The driver snakes his way through the hollywood hills to drop me off at Chris’ house. He insisted that I should spent the night at his place since my apartment was further from the club we went to. He wasn’t wrong, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand why he’s want me stumbling through his door at 3am.

“Chrissy poo, I’m hooome” I call as I blindly try to find the light switch. I hear a deep chuckle coming from the direction of the living room before I see the dark outline of Chris walking towards me. I give up on looking for the light switch and instead focus on making my way to him. I trip over my feet just as a reach him, but he catches me easily and steadies me with his hands firmly holding my waist.

“Hey, sweetheart. How much did you drink tonight?” he asks in an almost taunting tone.

“I don’t remember” I realize after thinking hard for a few moment. Chris laughs loudly at my statement before hugging me to his chest.

“Let’s get you to bed then” he picks me up easily, carrying me bridal style to his bedroom. My arms immediately wrap around his neck while I nuzzle against him.

“Chris?” he hums his acknowledgment while setting me on the bed and moving to take my shoes off. “She’s so happy”

“Who is, sweetheart?” he asks while pulling my dress over my head.

“My sister, she’s so excited to get married and she’s so happy and in love” a few tears escape while I’m talking and Chris is quick to notice, wiping them away before crouching to be face to face with me.

“I know she’s happy, so why are you crying?”

“I want to be that happy, I wanna get married and I want to buy a house and have kids and dogs and I want to be madly in love. Chris, I’m madly in love with you”

He takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes again, “Babe, you’re drunk. Let’s go to sleep” He helps me move up the bed before climbing in next to me and pulling the sheets over us. I instinctively cuddle into his chest, appreciating the warmth of being skin to skin.



“I may be drunk, and that might be why I said those things. But in the morning when I’m not drunk, I’m still going to feel those thing, I’m still going to be madly in love with you”

“We can talk about it in the morning, okay?”

“Can’t you just say you love me?” I ask, resting my chin on his chest to look at his face.

“I do love you, I love you more than anything, and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you” he  runs his fingers through my hair in a soothing pattern, “but this isn’t a conversation we should be having when you’re drunk and not going to remember”

“I’m going to remember, I promise” I emphasize with a kiss and he smiles into it. “Why are you smiling?”

“I just can’t wait to tell my mom about you”

Tags: @amistillmyself @megandrawsspace @giftofdreams @wildestdreamsrps @iamwarrenspeace @pegasusdragontiger

Bad Dreams

Summary: Reader x Dean, The reader wakes up after a pre-hunt nightmare and takes a late night stroll through the bunker to make sure Dean is ok.

Triggers: Mentions of death, nightmares

Word Count: 2769 (Oneshot)

Y/N = Your name, Y/E/C = Your eye colour


You were running. Trying to get to him. To reach him and warn him, tell him that it was all a trap. You gauged the distance between the two of you, relaxing a bit as you realised you would reach him in time. You were closer to him than the danger that lurked just beyond the shadows. But just as the fear and anxiety in your heart subsided you felt yourself being pulled backwards. As if the concrete floor of the abandoned building had warped into a powerful current, keeping you away from him.

You opened your mouth to yell, hoping your warning would come in time as the faceless attacker snuck up on him. But no words came out. Desperately, you tried again and again to call out to him, his name never leaving your lips no matter how much your throat hurt from screaming it. Tears streaming down your face, you fought with all you had to get a bit closer. Close enough for him to notice you, to see the warning in your eyes, to sense your fear.

“Dean!” Your words came just a second too late. Dean turned around to face you, that playful smile lingering on his lips for a fraction of a second before the faceless man brought his arm down and mercilessly cut into the man you loved. The hand Dean had lifted in a greeting falling limply to his side. His eyes never left yours as the sparkle of joy in them twisted in shock and pain. The warmth in those gemstone eyes ebbing out slowly until he crumpled in slow-motion, falling to the floor with a dull thud that echoed violently in your head.

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Christina Grimmie

So a lyric Video for Christina Grimmies song “Invisible” was just uploaded to her Youtube Channel and i am so emotional. It makes me so proud that a Major Label will publish her entire album, she truly deserves that but it also makes me so sad that we will never ever hear her perform those songs on that CD. There will never be any acoustic versions or Live Versions of it and no more Covers on her Youtube Channel of anything.
Her bright and huge smile always made my day so much better and knowing that i will never see her grow as an artist and a person makes me wanna scream.
I am currently crying my eyes out thinking how long i am a fan of hers and thinking back to the day when i actually found out that she was shot. I cried for weeks over her death.
She was such a huge part of my life and her attitude and songs inspired and helped me so much through dark times.
She was one of the bright lights on my dark night sky and i could always count on her videos to make me smile and a little happier.
I am just so hurt that i will never get the chance to see her in person anymore or the chance to see anything new of her.
I am so sad that she is gone and at the same time i don’t even realize that she is gone.
You are so missed Christina, we love you so much and i am so sad that A fan took your precious life for whatever reason!

“You’re gonna see my light blaze back to Life like a Phoenix Rise”-Invisible

anonymous asked:

Companions react to catching a sad looking SoSu listening to the "Hi Honey" holotape and just kinda running their fingers over their wedding ring that they still wear...

Here we go! See? I promise this blog didn’t transform into a Deacon shrine heheh >.> Here’s some nice hurt/comfort for all of you out there! And by the by, my summer just started, so hopefully this will mean an increase in companion reactions yes? :3 We’ll just have to see! Also, these ended up being kinda romance/pre-romance by accident, so, y’know. It is what it is :)

EDIT: Fixed it :3

Deacon: “Hi Honey…” The room was dark. Sole sat hunched over, legs drawn up and their head cradled in the corner of the wall. Their Pip Boy lay flat across pressed-in knees, gently illuminating the curves of their face.

“Hi Honey…” It said for the third time that night. Subdued gasps shook free some tears still stubbornly clinging to their chin; they made soft plips on the glass screen where they fell.

Deacon had been reading the next room over, contenting himself with a volume of Proust. His attuned ears pricked to attention at Sole’s faint cries. He frowned and clasped the book close before leaving the novel alongside his long forgotten sunglasses. The only things visible in Sole’s shadow-drenched bedroom were the softly glowing hills of Sole’s cheeks.

“Hi Honey…”

He didn’t say a word. He just walked over and sat down behind them, letting his legs extend against the walls as his thighs rested against Sole’s hips. Reaching around their closed off shoulders, he clicked off the Pip Boy. “That’s enough for tonight boss.” He whispered gently against their ear. Sole let themselves sob a little less softly and turned their face into Deacon’s neck. The man lovingly carded his calloused fingers through their hair and pressed a kiss to their temple.

The coolness of Deacon’s lips on their face smoothed over Sole’s grief, allowing Sole to melt further into his supporting frame. Soon, Sole’s softly snoring breath caressed Deacon’s clavicles. Giving one more kiss to their forehead, Deacon carefully lifted Sole up and set them under the billowing sheets of their bed. He slid in after them and securely took Sole in his arms. He hoped it was enough to ward off their pain, at least for one night.

Preston: Panic. Everything between their ears was panic. Sole crushed a hand to their hyperventilating chest. Raiders, one of them, Sole thought they were all dead, but one almost sliced Sole’s neck open. They left a thin red line across the sweep of their throat before Preston put a bullet in the raider. Sole staggered to the nearest wall, leaning a forearm against the brick structure. Frantically they fumbled around their wrist and flicked on their PipBoy and

“Hi Honey…”

Yes. Yes. Their spouse. Yes, and their baby. Everything was fine. Everything was fine and they were back in their perfect home with their perfect spouse and perfect baby and please oh please take me back! Take me back! Let me not be here! Please God!

Suddenly a pair of rifle-roughened hands gripped Sole’s arms. “Sole. Sole Look at me. Hey now, don’t cry. Everything’s fine. Just look at me and take deep breaths.” His hold on Sole was warm on their skin, drawing them safely back to reality. Sole’s gaze finally focused in on Preston’s comforting brown eyes. His attention felt like a familiar plush blanket, the kind that offered security on your stormy nights. His thumb lovingly caressed Sole’s wet cheek. “There we go. You look much better without tears on your face.” He told them gently.

Sole let out a strangled sigh and latched their arms around Preston. “Hold me please.” They begged quietly. The minuteman locked his arms protectively around his partner.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ve gotcha, always will.” And he sealed his oath with a kiss to the crown of their hair.

Cait: “Hi honey…”

“If I hear ya hit the replay button on that thing one more damn time, I’m going to lose my shite. Give it here, yeah?” Fight-worn hands easily plucked the PipBoy from around Sole’s wrist. Sole stayed slumped over, watching the ground with deadened eyes. A few dark spots spattered the concrete between their feet, well on their way to drying up by then.

Cait dropped a hand roughly on Sole’s shoulder as she sat beside them. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be on ya. If you ever need to talk, I’m right here ya know.” She patted Sole’s back a couple of times, pausing a few moments to think her next statement over. “I… I know you can’t heal all at once, but maybe take it easy on the wallowing? Believe me, the longer you draw it out, the worse off you’ll be in the end.”

Sole released a long, shaky breath and curled into Cait’s side. The woman stiffened reflexively at first, but relaxed and let her arm slide around Sole’s shoulders, holding them close. A small chuckle huffed through her nose as Cait leaned down to press a kiss to Sole’s hair.

“It’s okay now love. I gotcha.” She shook Sole playfully, and their arms wrapped around her waist. They rested like this, sharing the warmth, until both of them drifted to sleep.

Danse: Sole straddled the railing on the Prydwyn, letting their feet dangle above the Commonwealth. The green glow of their PipBoy mingled with the soft light of the stars to fall against Sole’s face. Sole stared at their wrist, an empty body lifting an empty hand to replay an empty message.

“Hi honey…”

Canine teeth worked at the inside of Sole’s gums with barely restrained grief. They allowed themselves one large breath: audible inhale and audible exhale. Behind them, boots padded across the catwalk with regimented tempo. A pair of orange-jumpsuited legs suddenly rested against Sole’s blue-suited ones.

“Soldier, you’ve been out here for hours now. You need to get some rest for tomorrow.”

The vault-dweller shrugged noncommittally. Danse sighed.

“Fine. At least let me keep you company then.”

Sole made no argument, their spouse’s voice still cooing softly at their infant child. Danse watched them slump against the cold metal bars, and working the inside of his lip, he braced Sole’s back with the warm breadth of his broad hand. He moved it up and down slightly, not entirely sure if it was a comforting movement, but hoping it helped them nonetheless.

Unexpectedly Sole turned into him, awkwardly folding themselves against the soldier’s chest. Danse lifted his arms in surprise, but then reluctantly let them rest lightly around Sole’s waist.

“Thanks Danse.” Sole’s voice was rough from crying. Danse patted them consolingly.

“No problem soldier. At ease… we’re going to be here a while.”

Piper: “Hi Honey…”

“Wuh-huh?” Piper blinked awake, rubbing her eyes and sniffling her sleep-dried nose. “Sole, is that you?” She asked groggily. What time was it? Midnight? Swallowing, Piper swung her legs off of the side of the bed and meandered downstairs into the living room. As her feet hit the landing she saw Sole flinch at the creaking floorboards, their eyes glistening at her. They gripped the PipBoy close to their chest as if they’d been caught stealing.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to wake you.” Sole apologized.

“Sole? Why is your voice all… gravely? Have you been? Oh… oh Blue.” Piper’s face crumpled in realization, and she quickly strode over to Sole. They leaned away from her touch, embarrassed and ashamed. Piper knelt beside them on the floor. “Look at me Sole. C’mon.” Piper coaxed.

Sole’s lips trembled as they turned their face to face Piper, eyes still closed. A few deep breaths later, and they managed to crack their eyes open a little, vision still bleary. Piper pressed her lips together in a thin, sympathetic smile. She used an inked thumb to wipe away Sole’s tears.

“Need a hug?” She asked. Sole’s head rolled to the side, face suddenly more remorseful than before, but then they slung themselves into Piper’s arms, sobbing. “Hey there Blue. I gotcha now.” Piper sighed, turning her face into Sole’s hair. Quietly she rocked them, waiting until they both fell asleep, slumped against the couch.

Nick: Sole played it as quietly as they possibly could.

“Hi Honey…”

They had to bite their hand to keep from sobbing. It hurt, but it would hurt more to forget their spouse, everyday recalling a little less how they sounded, how they said ‘I love you.’ Sloppy sniffles bypassed Sole’s defenses, and their eyes clenched around rebelliously forming tears.

Nick walked in from the other room, his keen synthetic hearing picking up the soft crying. He knelt beside the bed where Sole laid down with their back facing him. He sighed, a leftover artifact of human behavior, and sat down beside Sole’s head. With his encapsulated hand he gently pulls some strands of hair away from the sticky tear-tracks matting them to Sole’s cold cheeks.  

“Hey there kid. Let’s focus on something less heartbreaking, yeah?” With his other hand, Nick clicks the power off on the PipBoy. Sole swallowed some long dried spit and rolled over, their eyes meeting Nick’s in the dark.

“I don’t wanna forget them.” Sole admitted, voice left gargling from the crying. Nick offered them a sympathetic look. Without a word he scooped them up into an embrace. Sole clutched onto the back of Nick’s trench coat with shaking hands and pressed their face into his shoulder. He rubbed their back soothingly.

“It’ll be alright sweetheart. It takes time to heal, and you’ll always have those memories of your spouse. Even if you forget the specifics of their voice or their face, you’ll never forget the times you spent together or the love you felt towards each other.”

Sole nodded into his shoulder and curled in tighter to him. Nick kissed their hair and kept them close, letting them stay in his arms and have somewhere safe to sleep. His yellow eyes softly glowed on Sole’s snoozing face. They seemed more at peace now, and Nick smiled. Good, if anyone deserved peace in his eyes, it was Sole.

X6-88: “Hi Honey…”

“Sir/ma’am? May I assist you?”

“Huh?!” Sole jumped and looked over their shoulder, eyes wide and filled with still spilling tears. They sniffled and wiped their nose quickly, standing up from their spot in the corner in a futile attempt to appear as if they weren’t just crying.

“I… was that your spouse on the PipBoy?” He asked softly. Sole swallowed back a second wave of emotion.

“Y-yeah.” They said, voice cracking. X6 paused a moment before taking off his sunglasses. He put a firm hand on their shoulder and said,

“My condolences for your loss. However, do not feel as if you have to grieve in private. I will understand if you need… how do they say it? A shoulder to cry on.”

With trembling lips, Sole gave X6 a watery smile and wrapped their arms around the courser. He inhaled sharply through his nose, not really expecting Sole to take his offer literally. However, he supposed it was the least he could do for someone so crucial to the Institute… or maybe just… for Sole’s sake alone.

MacCready: Sole stared up at the stars with dead eyes, PipBoy laying across their stomach and little rocks digging into the back of their vault-suit. They’d long since run out of tears, but Sole still kept pressing the replay button.

“Hi Honey…”

“Sole,” MacCready appeared above them and kneeled down to forcibly turn off the personal device. He frowned at Sole, but when they gave him a blank gaze, his face softened. He sighed tiredly and sat down beside Sole’s head. Tentatively, he caught the tip of a few strands of Sole’s hair between his calloused fingertips. “It might be healthier to leave that one be for a while. Dwelling on the loss… it makes it harder to heal. Believe me, I know.”

Sole blinked owlishly a few times at the mercenary before sighing. “I know,” they croaked. “I just miss them so much.”

MacCready’s heart broke for Sole. He knew that same pain once upon a time. Hell, sometimes he still felt it.

“Come here.” He said gently, more an offer than a demand. Sole groaned while sitting up, nestling into MacCready’s open arms. He held them tightly, close to the chest. With one hand he massaged their head soothingly, and the other secured Sole’s waist. Time moved unnoticed by them after that, and a warm embrace slipped seamlessly into deep sleep. Neither MacCready nor Sole had bad dreams that night.

Curie: “Hi Honey…”

“No more Sole please. I cannot bear to see you cry anymore.” Curie seemed on the verge of tears herself; Sole just looked up at her with tears still streaming down their face. They hiccupped a couple of times trying to compose themselves, and Curie flung herself around them in a hug. She hushed them, cooing desperately and trying to calm them down.

Eventually Sole sobbed themselves weary, and the last wisps of their energy were exhaled against Curie’s neck. The little scientist shivered and held them closer, her tiny arms attempting to crush Sole to herself with all her might.

“Oh my. Such strong emotions! They are taxing no?” She said shakily, petting Sole’s back with more force than necessary, frantically trying to calm Sole down. Chuckling through the tears, Sole leaned away and grabbed Curie by her elbows.

“It’s okay Curie. This is normal.” They reassured her in a worn voice.

“Oh no! I am doing this wrong, aren’t I?” Curie frowned, eyebrows drawn up. Sole shook their head.

“No Curie, you were doing just fine… In fact, maybe you could hold me some more?”

Curie grins widely at them.

“Of course my love. Anything you would ask of me, it is yours. Here, let me hold you again.” Both Sole and Curie smile at each other. The hug is everything they needed, and they don’t let go for hours yet.

Hancock: “Hi Honey…”

Bootfalls heralded the ghoul’s arrival. Promptly, Hancock shut off the PipBoy.

“No.” He said gently. Sole continued to stare at the wrist-device soullessly, and Hancock fished around in one of his coat’s infinitely deep pockets. He finally pulled out a canister of Jet, offering it down to Sole. They looked at it, contemplated, and then slowly pushed the drug away. Hancock shrugged before joining Sole criss-cross applesauce on the floor.

Neither said anything for a while, the master bedroom of the mayoral residence resounding with a deadening silence. It was enough to drive someone insane, and Hancock tossed around the idea of taking a hit himself. Looking at Sole, he decided against it. Instead, he scooped them up by the knees and pulled them into his lap.

Sole sighed and nested their face in the crook of the mayor’s neck. Hancock played with strand of Sole’s hair, feeling the softness between his gnarled fingers before letting it fall gently back into place. The survivor found it comforting and nestled deeper into Hancock.

“Thanks.” They said.

“Don’t mention it. You’d do the same for me.”

And even if that wasn’t true, Hancock would do this for them anyway.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat whimpered at the fourth “Hi Honey…” He circled around his master, stopping to nuzzle their side. Sole hiccupped and looked down at Dogmeat with bleary vision. They sobbed a little more intensely, reaching out for comfort, and Dogmeat quickly huddled up to Sole and lets them wrap their arms around his warm fur. Sole cried until they fall asleep on Dogmeat, and the hound kept vigil over his master until they finish resting.

Strong: “Hi Honey…”

“Why human play again? It only make human weak.” Strong frowned down at Sole who startled at the sound of his voice.

“Crap.” They hiss. “I thought I was being quiet.”

“What? Why human leaking from eyes? Strong never leak from eyes! Is this weak human thing?” The mutant asked gruffly. Sole clicked off the PipBoy, shaking their head. They bite their bottom lip before looking up at Strong.

“Yeah, it’s a human thing. I’ll finish up soon.” They reassure him. Strong glares confusedly at Sole.

“Is liquid… Milk of human kindness?”

Sole chuckles breathlessly.

“Not really, but that’s your closest estimate so far. But yeah, it’s… sort of related. When you… when you’ve shared milk of human kindness with someone, and they leave you… then you uh… humans leak from their eyes. Yeah, that about sums it up.”

Strong balks. “Leave? Why other human leave? It make other human weak! That not helping brother! That bad!” The mutant scrunches up his nose. Sole sighs at him.

“Sometimes… Sometimes it’s not the other human’s fault. Sometimes other things, things they can’t control, take the person away.”

Strong frowns again, looking sideways at Sole. He huffs.

“Strong think he understand. Maybe will talk about it later.”

Sole smiles, genuinely this time. “Sure thing Strong. Anytime.”

Codsworth: “Hi honey…”

Sole sniffled, looking up desperately at the stars. They licked their lips free of tears and closed their eyes. The grief was suffocating. 

“I miss them too. I can’t imagine how hard this must be.” Sole felt Codsworth delicately lay his metal claw on their shoulder. Despite the cold metal, the gesture was comforting, and Sole leaned their cheek into the robot’s hand.

“It’s hard without them, y’know… Thanks for being here Codsworth. It helps to have someone who understands.” Sole said.

Codworth would’ve smiled gently if he could. Instead he made a softly audible sighing sound. 

“I’ll always be here sir/mum. Have been for 200 years, and will gladly be so for 200 more if you desire… You’ve become such a positive force in the Commonwealth. Nate/Nora would’ve been proud. You do their memory honor.”

Sole smiled up at Codsworth. He titled one eye-stalk empathetically, giving their shoulder a comforting squeeze. If there was anyone Sole could count on in this crazy world, it was Codsworth, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

The front pages are your pictures,
They make you look so small,
How could someone not miss you at all?

I never would mistreat ya,
Oh I’m not a criminal,
I speak a different language but I still hear your call.

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes,
You’ve been lonely,
You don’t even know me,
But I can feel you crying,
Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life,
I don’t think you even realize baby you’d be saving mine.


It’s only been four months but
You’ve fallen down so far.
How could someone mislead you at all?

I wanna reach out for you,
I wanna break these walls,
I speak a different language but I still hear you call.

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes,
You’ve been lonely,
You don’t even know me,
But I can feel you crying,
Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life,
I don’t think you even realize baby you’d be saving mine.

We all need something,
This can’t be over now,
If I could hold you,
Swear I’d never put you down.

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes,
You’ve been lonely,
You don’t even know me,
But I can feel you crying,
Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life,
I don’t think you even realize baby you’d be saving mine.

Baby, you’d be saving mine,
Baby, you’d be saving mine.

Kiss Me Goodnight

Pairing: Y/N/Vampire!Michael

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 6.000+

Previous PartHeartbreak Made Me A Killer

Summary: Michael stays for the night after saving Y/N from a newbee vampire at campus, but when two old flames get back together just for one night after weeks of breaking up what might happen under the sheets? 

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bucketsofsomethingorother  asked:

OTP ask: Hunk and Lance (or Hunk and Keith, whichever you prefer.)

I mean I ship both what you mean, but I’ll go with Hance since that was the first one you said.

  • Which one sexts like a straight white boy?
    • Lance, the meme master, the horrible pick up lines, winky face and eggplant emojis for days, he should no have a phone.
  • Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?
    • Tbh both of them cry equal amounts but at different things, family stuff hits Lance real hard and friendship stuff always gets Hunk down for the count.
  • Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
    • Lance, probably too distracted doing something stupid on his phone, like editing one of those i love my girlfriend memes to say boyfriend instead.
  • Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?
    • Lance, or in other words, the master of stupid romantic crap.
  • Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
    • Lance, but Hunk doesn’t care, he just wanna keep his bf warm and he doesn’t mind having to deal with the cold for a lil while.
  • Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?
    • That’s date night right there, the Real Housewives of the Galra Empire or something equally as bad.
  • Who laughs more during sex?
    • Hunk, because Lance cracks jokes at the worst times.
    • Lance is cause Hunk is the best person to get spooned by, so warm and cuddly like a massive teddy bear.
Stand Up

Based on Anon Prompt: “Hello, I love love love your fics!! Can you do one where Reader is supposed to be meeting a guy for a date, goes where they’re supposed to be meeting up thinking he’s just late and going to be there any minute and he stands her up? Then of course Owen finds out somehow and makes her feel better/fluff ensues (I may or may not have gone through this situation, minus a sweet hottie to make me feel better :( ). Thanks!”

The waitress comes to your table for the fifth time and looks at you with a frown full of pity. “Do you still want to wait?” She asks, and you look at the empty chair across from you, fighting back the moisture in your eyes.

“No. I suppose not.” She smiles, apologetically and nods towards the bar.

“You were my last table for the night, do you wanna get a drink?” What you really want to do is go to bed and cry. It’s not that you’ve never been stood up before, but you had high hopes for your first date in over a year, and those hopes were crushed. So you look up at the kind stranger, girls always look out for each other, and give her a small nod.

“Yeah. I think I could use a drink.”

You give her a few minutes to get cleaned up and she meets you at the bar. “Make it strong” She says to the bartender after you order your drink. “And get me the same.” He smiles and nods, glancing at you and you see it again. Pity. Does everyone in the restaurant know you got stood up?

The girl introduces herself as Amber and asks you about the guy.

“Must be a douchebag to stand a girl up.” She takes a sip from her drink and winces slightly. They must really be strong.

“Yeah. I mean, I wasn't’ crazy about him to begin with.” You take your own sip and nod, already appreciating the warmth that spreads through your body and the sting as it goes down your throat. “But he’s the first guy to show any interest in me in over a year on this damn island.” You spit out the last words, knowing that you broke off the longest relationship you ever had to take this job, not wanting to do a long distance relationship. “I just thought it would be nice to go out, y’know?”

She nods and looks behind you, something catching her eye. “Well, maybe not the only guy to show any interest in you.” You frown in confusion and look behind you to see a guy at the end of the bar, gazing intently at you. When you make eye contact, he wags his eyebrows and you laugh, looking back to Amber.

“That’s just Owen.” You say, not sure how to explain that he’s just a huge flirt- not to mention your boss- and that he doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Well, yeah. Owen Grady, the raptor trainer. But the way he’s looking at you-” She stops short as he stands up and comes over to stand by the two of you at the bar.

“Hello, ladies.” He says, charmingly and looks at Amber. “Y/n, when you said you had a date tonight, I didn’t know she would be so pretty.”

Amber snorts and shakes her head and you let out a chuckle, feeling glad to laugh tonight instead of dwelling on the failed date.

“This is Amber.” You say, nodding in her direction and she opens her mouth to explain.

“I’m just filling in for the jerk who stood her up.” SHe holds up her drink and you tap her glass with yours before taking another sip. You almost miss the look that crosses Owen’s face before he turns to you.

“He stood you up?”He looks almost…angry. Although why he would be, you can’t fathom. You just shrug, trying to act like you aren’t hurt by it. “What an asshole.” He says and shakes his head. “And a complete idiot for missing out on a night with you.” He raises an eyebrow and Amber giggles, clearly thinking Owen is being exceedingly charming.

“Maybe you should make up for his mistake.” She says, trying to hold back a laugh. She’s sweet, but she doesn’t realize that Owen doesn’t truly have any real interest in you and wouldn’t want to take you-

“I would love to.” Owen says, surprising you. “Y/n?” He looks at you and holds his arm out for you to take, rather dashingly, but you’re staring at him blankly.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” You put your glass down. “Are you serious? You want to have dinner…with me?”

He laughs at your expression of disbelief and nods his head slowly. “I would have asked you before if you hadn’t sounded so excited for tonight with the douchebag.”

You shake your head, sure you must be imagining things. You thought Owen was just a hopeless flirt. You didn’t think he ever meant any of the things he said. But here he is, standing here, offering to take you to dinner.

“Uhm, okay. I think?” You look towards Amber who is smiling widely.

“Guess this night is going better than expected.” She says with a wink, and says goodbye to Owen, telling him to treat you right.

You follow him to the front where the hostess looks at you, having already seen you once tonight.

“Ah, I see your date finally arrived.” She says cheerily- Does everyone know?!?- and you look up at Owen and smile.

“Not exactly.” He smiles down at you, looking really pleased to be here with you. “But I guess that’s a good thing.”

Their New Beginning


For the first time in Hanji’s life, she enters a room really, really, really silently with Erwin following closely behind, amused at the way his wife was acting.

“Petra. Shorty. We’re here.” She whispers as loudly as possible in the silent room, not wanting to disrupt what lies beyond the curtain.

She doesn’t receive a verbal response but seeing Levi’s head popping out from one side of the curtain with a scowl on his face is all the answer she needs before he disappears.

Hanji happily scampers and pulls back the curtain gently with an overwhelming excitement, and coos silently when she sees a little bundle sleeping in the cot 2 metres away.

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You Comfort Him When He Gets Hate

Ethan // Ethan and I had been planning on hanging out today for the past week. Slowly but surely today arrived and I was excited. As I was slipping my shoes on getting ready for my ________ (mom/dad/guardian/sibling) to drive me over to his house, he called me.

“hello?” I answered my phone.

“hey babe, I’m not really feeling to good I think we ought to reschedule today.” he said his voice cracking.

“Ethan what’s wrong?”

“I just…” I heard sniffles coming from the other line.

“I’m leaving right now, I’ll take care of you.”

I got dropped off at Ethan’s house and knocked on the door. Grayson answered and let me in.

“he’s in his room, pretty upset. he wouldn’t let me comfort him.”

“okay, thanks Gray.”

I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door to Ethan’s bedroom.

“go away Grayson. I said leave me alone.”

I opened the door.

“I’m not Grayson and I’m not going to leave you alone while your upset.”


“what’s wrong?” I asked sitting down. He later down and rested his head in my lap and I began stroking his hair.

“everyone hates me.”

“why would you think that?”

“on my last vine everyone keeps saying how I’m such a douchebag and I’m different now.”

“Ethan you’re growing up, you’re going to be different but I can’t stress enough how many people love you, how much I love you. You’re a sweetheart and certainly not a douchebag. ”

“you think?”

“I know baby.” he tears now stopped.

“your amazing Y/N. you always know what to say.”

“no your the amazing one.” I said placing a sweet kiss on his lips.


Grayson// I was sitting at home on my couch when I got a text from Grayson.

‘I need you.’

I immediately got up and slipped my shoes on. I began walking to his house which was two neighborhoods over from mine. I got on his front porch and knocked. Cameron answered.

“Hey Y/N, you’re here to see Grayson I’m assuming.”

“yeah.” I said giving her a small smile.

She let me in and I went to Grayson’s room. I opened the door to see him laying down on the bed crying.

“Grayson?” I questioned, my voice suddenly small.

He didn’t answer instead more tears fell from his eyes. I walked over and laid down next to him and pulled him into me. he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck and I ran my hand up and down the length of his back to help calm him down. After a while he stopped crying.

“you wanna talk about it?”


“I’m sorry Grayson.”

“it’s fine.”

“no it’s not but I want you to know that your parents love you, Ethan and Cameron love you, you have amazing fans that love you, and I love you to bits and pieces and those awful people saying stuff about you don’t know a thing because you’re a gift Grayson, and you’re funny, and smart, and handsome don’t even let me get started on how handsome you are—”

I felt his soft lips on mine.

“I’m good, thank you so much princess. you always make me feel better.”

MAYBE IT’S TIME... (chapter 2/2)

Author : @a-january-girl

Rating : absolutely and definitely NSFW

Notes : Thanks for your kind words on chapter 1 :) I hope you’ll like the final one too. You wanted more smut? Way more smut? Here you go ;)
And once again, thanks @justholdinghandsok for all her hard work on this fic, you definitely are the best beta-reader in the world…

chapter 1 here


« I’m gonna do what you asked for, Scully… I’m going to make love to you. Now… »

« Are you? » she asked him, teasing, a grin on her face and raising an eyebrow.

She realized she had just given him a delirious blow job, like the many ones she had often dreamt giving him, whenever she was alone thinking about him and touching herself to try to release the permanent state of arousal she was in lately. There were so many other things she dreamt of doing to him…

She had fantasized a lot about her partner these past few months, but nothing compared to what was happening right now. It was real. So real. He was so near, and heat emanated from his beautiful body in front of her. She could feel it even though their skin were not touching. She simply wanted to laugh, to cry, to do somersaults or to scream from the top of her lungs how happy she was, all at once, not knowing what feeling was taking over the other.

He was standing upright now, looking more confident than he did ten minutes ago, his first reflex of bashfulness gone. It seemed her mouth around his cock had awakened his every senses, had opened every pore of his skin, and had connected every single synapses in his brain.

« And exactly how do you plan on making love to me, Mulder? ». She sounded bold, but felt shaky inside.

He didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he took a step forward, making her move backward and sit on the bed again. Her knees instinctively jammed together. He was so tall, towering over her, standing in all his glorious nudity before her, and her face was leveled with his chest that way.

He took a second step forward, his eyes wild, and, as she was sitting with her ass on the edge of the bed, he used his knees to make her open her legs so he could step into her.

He cupped her chin into the palm of his hand, and lifted it so that he was able to look into her eyes.

« Oh, it doesn’t matter how, Scully… » he said, managing to sound very peaceful, but not caring to hide his arousal either. « You shouldn’t be asking me how, Scully, but why I’m gonna make love to you…» he added.

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anonymous asked:

2011 headcanon- they were play fighting, zayn trying his hardest to push liam off and he resorts to tickling his sides and liams crying laughing while zayn rolls them over and is on top. zayn notices how lovely liam actually is, with his crinkly eyes toned arms and sweaty temples and... those soft lips. liam notices zayns been silent for a while. he looks up and sees zayn in all his godly beauty gaping down at him, inching closer and closer. they make out 100% accidentally

lauren’s eyes (aka its likely you’ll have heart palpitations reading this)

so as we all know, lauren has some god damn killer eyes and i thought id make this masterpost bc quite honestly i wanted something to scroll through to see some pics of my girlfriends eyes and i wanted to share it w/ the world! here we go:

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Because Akashi Seijuurou had to be king of something, if not basketball.
belated birthday fic for akashi.
Read on AO3 or FFn.

That year, Rakuzan had clashed with Seirin earlier on in the Winter Cup.

Unlike the previous year, both schools were within the same block and they had faced off in their third round. It was a fierce battle, much like it was last year, but with the disappearance of Mayuzumi Seirin was evidently better off. Kiyoshi had came back from America right before their second round, his knee completely healed and fully geared to play. He remained as airheaded as he had the year before, but his eyes shone with determine and the strong urge to win.

Naturally, Rakuzan lost.

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He Serenades You...

Harry: It’s early in the afternoon, and Harry steps out of the bathroom with a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. His long hair is still dripping wet and he has a small black comb in his hand. He spots you in the bedroom putting away folded clothes and a smile reaches his face. “Hey, handsome,” you grin, closing a drawer. He peers into the mirror and begins combing his hair, and you make your way over to him. You latch your arms around his now dry torso and he grasps the comb in the palm of his hand. “Her lips, her lips, I’d kiss them all day if she’d let me,” He begins singing into his comb, looking down at you, “her laugh, her laugh, she hates-but I think it’s so sexy”. You roll your eyes at his rendition of the popular Bruno Mars song, but smile. “She’s so beautiful…and I tell her every day!” You kiss his cheek after he’s finished. “Thanks. I give you permission to kiss my lips all day.”

Liam: “Wow, this is amazing!” you exclaim, slipping off your sandals. Rose petals and scattered candles led the way to a set table. The sand under your feet was cold and the moon above your head casted a light on the water. “You like it?” Liam asks, his eyes bright. “Like it? I love it! This is exactly the way I pictured it to be.” You grabbed his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. You had previously described to Liam one sleepy night your dream date, and as the amazing boyfriend he is made it come true. He pulls out your chair for you and then sits in the chair across from you. He grabs both of your hands rested on the table and began to sing to you. “When you love someone, your heartbeat beats so loud..” his smile grows bigger than ever, “When you love someone, your feet can’t feel the ground..when you love someone, it comes back to you.”

Niall: You pick your head up from your moistened pillow, and crane your neck towards the closed bedroom door with squinted eyes. Tears continue to slide down your frowning face. You hear the faint noise of guitar strings being strummed, which only makes the tears come faster. It grows closer and closer and soon the sound of Niall’s humming follows. You had both fought earlier, and it did some damage. You put your head back on the pillow but kept your eyes on the door. Usually after a fight you would make your way back to your boyfriend and the previous words would melt away. This time it was different. Niall swings the door open with one arm which makes you jump and hide under the covers. In his arms is his guitar. “I didn’t really mean to hurt you..I didn’t wanna see you go,” his voice is low and quiet. “I know I made you cry, but baby..” When you peek over the covers you see him standing over your bed. “If I could turn back time, if I could find a way..I’d take back those words that hurt you.. and you’d stay.” He’s now sitting on the edge of the bed looking into your eyes. He takes a hand off of his guitar to wipe tears off of your cheek.  “I really am sorry, love.” You hold out your arms and gesture for him to hug you. “That was lovely, Ni. But you’ll never be able to beat Cher.” 

Louis: A near empty bottle of wine sits on the coffee table next to two empty wine glasses. Socks are sliding across the carpet and the radio is playing. “Ready for this move?” Louis asks you, smirking. You laugh and nod along, but are surprised when Louis lifts you off your feet and spins you around a few times. You both are sent into a fit of laughter when you are both knocked onto the ground. The song ends and a slower one comes on. You help Louis up from his spot on the ground and pull him into an embrace. “Let’s slow dance.” He puts an arm around your waist and grabs your hand. You both move back and forth before Louis starts to sing to you. “You and I, we’re drifting…over the edge…,” you rest your head on his chest. “and I will fall for you. If I fall for you, would you fall too?”