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Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.


So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^

I'm Sorry Part 4

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Idle climbed the last set of stairs as he finally reached the rooftop. Going up was tiring especially when you have a backpack.

Idle sighed and opened the heavy rooftop door. He remembers this place.

“At least she got her happy ending…?”

He could still remember Colonna’s smile when she said that. It’s what inspired him to write more stories.

“Hey, Idle!” Colonna waved, sitting on a bench nearby.

“Hey, Colly!” Idle smiled.

“Remember this place, Idle?” She looked down, reminiscing the past.

“Yup. Thank you.” Idle said.

“For what?” Colonna wondered.

“I was inspired to write more stories when you suggested it. Remember?” Idle looked at her.

“For only one suggestion? Oh, please. Does a small suggestion affect so much?” Colonna raised her eyebrows.

“Yes. And I thank you for it.” Idle said.

Colonna looked down as a few tears strayed down her cheeks. “Thank you, Idle.” She hugged Idle tightly.

“Colonna? Did I say something wrong?” Idle said in worry.

“No. No, you didn’t. Just….” Colonna released her hug. “Thanks for being my friend. Despite everything.” Colonna was starting to have doubts in her plan. Why did she choose the rooftop again? It will make her regret this decision.

“Here. These are homemade cookies.” Colonna pointed her thumb at her. “My specialty.”

“Thanks.” Idle said as he opened. “Can’t wait to try it.”

5

“Almost there, guys!” Siren shouted.

“Right behind you!” Cray shouted back.

“We need to hurry or it’ll be too late!” Fresh panicked.

“Kindly explain?” Cray frowned.

“We have no time!” PaperJam said.

He and Siren pushed the heavy door of the rooftop and got out.

Once it was fully open, they saw Idle on the west part, hugging Colonna.

“We need to hurry!” Cil ran and opened the doors for them. Fastest way from east to west is the south hall. Since the shape of their school is like an upside down trapezoid, then it’s faster on the south hall.

“Oh no! Colonna gave him something!” Swifty panicked.

“Let’s go!”

4

“You sure you don’t want some?” Idle asked.

“Nah. I’m good. I just want you to try it.” Colonna said.

“It doesn’t have a weird ingredient, does it?” Idle closed his eyes, acting like he’s inspecting it with a giggle.

“What? Of course, not. What do you take me for?” Colonna acted offended.

“A friend who likes to feed friends with food that has weird ingredients.”

“Hey! I’m not that cruel!” Colonna pouted.

“Yes, you are. Remember the choco with frog meat?” Idle complained.

“Of course, I do. And Xahji avenged for you through mashmallow with pig feet.”

The two of them laughed.

3

“Why are they laughing?” Fresh wondered.

“I dunno.” Siren frowned.

“Maybe… False alarm?” PaperJam said.

“No! Fika would never lie about this!” Cray protested.

“Then let’s keep going.” Dance said as they headed for the last door. Which is locked.

“Great! Just GREAT!” Cil said irritated.

“So. Very. Great.” Siren kept banging himself against the wooden door, hoping to destroy it.

“Guys, let’s help Siren.” Dance also pushed against the door.

While PaperJam kept punching it in a tantrum.

“Guys, I see a poison bottle in Colonna’s pocket!” Swifty shouted.

“Oh no…..” Siren said and pushed at the door as hard as he can. “Idle!”

2

“I hope this tastes good.” Idle said as he picked up a cookie.

“Of course, it is. You will feel like you’re in heaven.” Colonna said. ‘Literally.’ She thought.

“Ok. I trust you on this.” Idle said as he opened his mouth to eat.

1

Just then, Siren and the others finally brought down the door.

“Idle, don’t!” Siren shouted as he grabbed Idle’s wrist to prvent him from eating it.

PaperJam, Cil, Cray and Dance tackled Colonna down to the ground.

“Siren? What’s the meaning of this?” Idle wondered.

“Good thing we got here in time. Colonna was about to poison you!” Fresh informed him.

“What?! But that’s not-” Idle started but Swifty cut him.

“Here is the poison.” Swifty took the bottle in Colonna’s pocket and threw it to Idle.

“Oh, Idle. I thought I’d lost you.” Siren hugged Idle who was stunned.

“Colonna? Is it true?” Idle looked ar her with sad eyes. His friend betrayed him?

“And so what if I did?!” Colonna shouted. “You took everything from me!” She was crying. And angry. With the hint for great envy. She only wanted to be with Siren.

“What do you mean, Colonna?” Idle asked conserned.

“Siren…..” Colonna looked at Siren with sad eyes. “He was supposed to be mine….” She let her head relax as she cried more. Her tears were staining the ground, the cookies long forgotten.

“She was behind all this.” Xahji said from behind them.

“Xahji! Snazzy!” Swifty said.

“Is your leg ok now?” Fresh asked.

“More or less.” She showed her leg to them which now has a bandage.

“We found out that Colonna was behind all that happened to Idle.” Snazzy said.

“The time where Siren found Idle all beaten up.” Xahji started. “We looked for the culprit in Snazzy’s class and asked for the caller’s number. He was still pretty spooked but he gladly gave it to us.” She explained and continued.

“I thought that the number was familiar but I didn’t stop yet. That time when someone destroyed Idle’s things.” Xahji stopped and lwt Snazzy continue the rest.

“I somehow managed to force it out the three of them. They gave me a crucial clue during the ‘interview’. They said that sounded like she was a classmate of theirs.” Snazzy crossed his arms.

“Xahji scrolled down her phone and finally saw a matching number. The number actually belonged to Colonna.” Snazzy said and glared down at her.

“And all those times where Idle was involved….” Xahji’s fist tightened.

“It was all her?” Swifty looked at Colonna with a mix of fear, hate and remorse. Where is the sweet, cheerful Colonna they once knew?

But the grips on Colonna loosened up a bit which gives her the opportunity to escape. Dance, Cil, Cray and PaperJam got knocked back by her incredible strength.

“So strong!” PaperJam groaned.

Colonna stood up, lifting her skirt up to reveal her trusty knife. She pulled it out of it’s sheathe.

“Siren-senpai noticed me…. At the worst time….” Colonna mumbled, her face covered in shadow. “I should have killed Fika from the start.” She looked at them, her left eye glowing a bright orange.

“Guys, be careful! She’s holding a weapon.” Xahji warned.

“Understood!” Everyone shouted in response.

Are you serious? You can never escape me!“ Colonna screamed.

“Colly, stop this!” Cray called for her.

“And why should I?” Colonna glared at him. Cray got scared and hid behind Cil.

“Y-you shouldn’t. Hurting others is bad!” Cil stuttered.

“Do you think I care? I already killed before!” Colonna bragged. She slashed her blade diagonally.

“This is dangerous! Stop this, please!” Dance called to her.

Colonna giggled creepily. “I think I’ll start with you.”

In a flash, Colonna was suddenly infront of Dance and slashed him across his stomach.

“Dance!” Xahji ran to him. “D, you ok?”

“J…. I’ll be fine….” Dance caressed her cheek. “I promise that I’m fine.”

“Xahji….” Dance looked behind her and saw Colonna ready to strike.

“Look out!” Dance shouted but it was to late. Colonna slashed down. They anticipated pain and blood but…. Xahji looked up and saw….

Oh no….

“Zee!” Xahji cought Snazzy as his arm bleeds rapidly. “Zee, please no…” Xahji hugged Snazzy and cried in his jacket. She looked at Colonna and widened her eye.

“Cry baby….” Snazzy teased as he felt Xahji push him down.

“Aah!”

Colonna giggled as she licks the blood off of her knife.

“Poor Xahji….” Colonna sarcastically said. “Got her one good eye slashed by my knife.”

“Xahji… Xahji, oh my gosh….” Snazzy gasped.

“Zee…. I can’t see….” The blood was staining Snazzy’s jacket but he didn’t care. All he cares about is comforting his girlfriend.

“I’m right here, Xahji. I’m right here.” Snazzy hugged her tightly as she buries her head at the crook of his neck. “I gotcha.”

“We… Both do….” Dance was gripping his wound.

“We’re still not finished yet~” Colonna raised her arm to slash them again but PaperJam punched her in the face.

“Stay away from them.” PaperJam looked at her with hatred and anger.

“Or what?” Colonna teased.

“Or I’ll kill you!” PaperJam dashed to Colonna and was ready ro punch her but she dodged to the side.

“Kill me? How?” She said mockingly. “You can’t even land a punch on me.”

“Somehow….” PaperJam answered. In truth he is only buying time for Cil, Swifty and Cray to go to Dance, Xahji and Snazzy.

“Xahji, Snazzy, Dance!” Cil, Cray and Swifty ran to them while Colonna is busy fighting PaperJam.

“Oh my gosh… Xahji, your eye!” Cray touched Xahji’s eye. She hissed in pain. “Oops. Sorry…”

“Help me, please! I don’t wanna be blind…” Xahji begged.

“You will still see. I promise.” Cray assured her.

“Dance, oh my stars…. You’re bleeding!” Cil has a worried expression.

“I’ll be…. Fine….” Dance said, voice hoarse.

“No! You’re not fine!” Cil said.

“Prioritize Xahji… Please…” Dance begged.

“No… You should go first.” Xahji answered. “You suffered more than I did.”

“But J….”

“I’m perfectly fine… See? It’s just my eye….”

Dance didn’t answered but just nodded.

“What about Snazzy?” Xahji turned to him.

“I’m right here.” He pat Xahji’s head.

“I still can’t see you….” Xahji complained….

“He’s fine. It was just a scratch on his arm. Nothing unusual.” Swifty said calmly.

“How could you be so calm about this?” Cil asked.

“I am freaking out inside but I prefer to not show it.” Swifty responded.

“Oh…  I see…” Cray facepalmed.

“PJ, be careful!” They hear Fresh shout.

They look at the fight and it was very one-sided.

PaperJam already has many cuts and bruises but Colonna has none. That gal is skilled in fighting.

“Give up, PJ!” Colonna adviced him.

“Never!” PaperJam ran to Colonna and tried to punch her. But to no avail.

Colonna sent him flying to 5 feet away from her.

“PJ!!” Fresh ran as fast as he could to PJ. Colonna grinned and dashed.

Colonna raised her knife and slashed down.

Fresh screamed as he was cut diagonally across his back.

“Aaah!” Fresh stumbled and fell but PaperJam catched him.

“Fresh!” Idle and Cray ran for them to save them. But not before Colonna hits PaperJam.

She stabbed his left leg deeply while smiling crazily. She giggled as she hastily removed the knife that made PJ scream with pain.

“PJ….” Fresh mumbled before fainting.

Cil can’t stand to watch his brother and friends get murder by this…. Yandere! He was done. He won’t let his friends die because of her!

“Swifty….” Cil murmured before looking at his friend with glassy eyes. He doesn’t even bother to cover his blind eye anymore.

“Take care of them for me….” He asked and dashed to Colonna.

“Cil, no!” PaperJam tried to reach out to Cil but his injured leg hurt. He cain’t move even if he wanted to.

“Idiot.” Colonna smirked before she stabbed Cil on his right shoulder. Oh, how his screams were music to her ears.

“How stupid of you to try and attack me.” She pushed him down and stepped on his injured shoulder which made him scream louder. “Why even try?”

“Oh no…. Our friends are down…. What do we do?” Idle asked Siren as they slowly made their way to Swifty and the others.

“I…. Don’t know….” Siren looked down. “If only I had a weapon.”

Idle looked shocked at that. “W-what do you mean a weapon?”

Siren looked at Colonna and down at Cil. He can’t stand seeing her torture him anymore.

“Colly….” Idle looked at Colonna and ran to her.

“Idle, don’t!” Swifty shouted. Colonna look at his direction and smiled widely.

“Idle! It’s been a pleasure.” She faced him, completely abandoned Cil who’s slowly recovering from all the pain he’s feeling.

“Colly, let’s talk about this…” Idle stepped closer.

“Y'know, you should have let me kill you.” Colonna took a step forward. Cil took this chance to slowly stand up and sneak out of the rooftop.

“Colly?” Idle called for her. She didn’t answer and just raised her knife. “Don’t do this.”

“Too late.” She struck down but instead of Idle, she slashed….

“S….senpai?” Colonna regrets what she has done. She quickly dropped her knife as she lost her balance. She can’t believe that she slashed her very own senpai.

“Siren!” Siren fell down as there were many blood dripping down his chin.

“Idle….” He held Idle’s cheek. Idle’s tears were dropping to his face as he passed out.
Idle sighed and set Siren down with Swifty.

“My brothers….” Swifty murmured.

“Take care of them, Swifty. I’ll handle her.” Idle said to his best friend and walked to Colonna.

“I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…. I’m so so sorry….” Colonna kept apologizing to no one in particular. She looks straight at Swifty holding Siren. Her own tears are staining her now bloody dress.

“Colly?” Idle came close to Colonna and hugged her.

“Wha-” Colonna wondered. Why is he hugging her.

“I…. Forgive you…” Idle hugged Colonna tighter.

Her tears bursted again, flowing endlessly. But she can not live with the guilt of having to have hurt her senpai… And almost killing her closest friends…. She gives up.

She sees the shine of her very bloody knife. As she thought of something.

She slowly took it and pulled it between the two of them.

She repeatedly apologized over and over and over again. Idle noticed, of course. He noticed Colonna’s change in movement.

“I’m…. Sorry…. Idle….” Her last words before stabbing the knife.

Idle gasped, eyes widening.

“Colonna… You….” Idle slowly let go of the hug to confirm it. He felt it. He definitely felt it.

He felt Colonna stab the knife to herself. She gave one last smile before falling front.

Oh no…..

Please, no…..

Colonna…..

“What happened here?!” The voice of Error was suddenly heard. Idle and Swifty looked at him, seeing that he has companions. Palette, Goth, Qiull, Mr. Ink and Mr. Nightmare were with him.

“Mr. Error… I….” Idle’s tears have gone dry. His pupils have no emotions at all. His different colors are completely drained to gray.

“Call Ambulance. Now.” Ink commanded to his son.

He last saw was Nightmare going to him.

Hey… Can you hear me?

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It would be more intense with HTML. I dunno how to do it tho.

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Fic by @kojo-asuka127

Mun: DDUHHHHHHHHHRRRMMM!!!!! *flips table* WHYHYYYY!!?!??!?

NAJ, Collona by @blogthegreatrouge
Idle by @reyindee
Siren, Swifty, Snazzy by Me

Reward.

Bucky Barnes/Reader/Matt Murdock.

Warnings: SMUT.  Threesome, porn without plot, terrible writting, double penetration, oral sex (fr), unprotected sex (this is fantasy, we’re all adults. Remember that safe sex is the best sex), dirty talk, excessive use of endearments. Me being a shameless thirsty hoe.

Word Count: 3866.

Rating: 18+

This came up thanks to @asirenscalling because, while I was rewatching Daredevil, we started to talk about this scenario, so thank her for this.

Also @sexylibrarian1 said she needed it and @thecrownedrose because she’s amazing and we like to spoil each other. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi geniewithwifi! I'm relatively new to the Arrow fandom and only started out reading fanfiction recently, and my friend recommended your stories to me. I've been thoroughly enjoying all of your fanfics, and just wanted to say you are an amazing writer! I'm now looking for more fanfiction to read, but wanted to ask, if you had to pick ten Arrow fanfiction writers you'd recommend to me to read their work, what would the list be? Thank you for all the wonderfulness you write, and in advance!

Anon, you are either trying to kill me or get me sent a lot of hate mail, I’m not sure which. TEN? Only TEN!? That’s practically impossible. I’m just going to make a list and that’s the number that it will be.

First off it depends on what you like. Authors have their niche that they like to enjoy writing. I tend to be on the AU side, but I write canon as well. And then sometimes, an author will write only two stories and they’re both really good, but I forget about them because they no longer write Olicity Fanfiction.

And If I make a list, I’m gonna miss them, and they will see this because Murphy’s law, and then they’ll wonder “why didn’t Genie mention me?” see how dangerous this is? But I’ll humor you, but please know that this list isn’t exhaustive, there are amazing writers out there that I’ve forgotten or haven’t read; or that others enjoy and I don’t. This is very subjective and I”m honored that you asked me. 

These authors are in no particular order (re alphabetical) and on here because I’ve read almost every single one of their fics. 

@ash818

This is a must read series. It’s not your typical Olicity fic, but it’s Next Gen, and Jon is a little shit and I absolutely adore Abby. You’ll look at it and say… but Oliver’s not the Arrow? What is this? AND THEN YOU’LL BE SCREAMING FOR MORE BY THE END OF IT.

Start Here: Legacy Series

@alexiablackbriar13

Lexi writes a lot of AU fics; and I’m not talking coffeeshop AU. I’m talking full blown she created a new species MULTIPLE times and makes it work. Find her HERE

@anthfan 

anth has been here forever. She tends to write a lot of Canon and Alternative Canon, so check her out. Her tropes series is a good one, as well as the devil’s backbone. Find here HERE

@beinmyheart

I love her AU’s. THere’s the spy one oh i love that one.  They’re mostly one shots but I love them all. Find her HERE

@dust2dust34

BRE WRITE EVERYTHING. Okay. You want smut? BRE. You want Bratva? BRE. You want ghosts? BRE. You want canon? BRE. 

Find her here

@bri617aroundtheworld

bri writes typical AU’s (not extreme like Lexi) and I love her Across the Highs, the lows, and the inbetweens. Find her HERE

@ghostfoxlovely 

Sammy writes EVERYTHING. She’s also considered among the Queens of Evil. (She will kill people. Watch out for that). Her Icing on the Cake right now IS SO ADORABLE. FIND HER HERE

@machawicket

I BOW DOWN TO MACHA. THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE MACHA. REad it all. Read everything. DOn’t stop. Read Velocity. Read E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Find her HERE

@dettiot

Dettiot is a really great author, i’ve really enjoyed all her multichapters. Find her HERE

@so-caffeinated

Janis has figureheaded FICoN. You don’t know what that is? you’ll soon find out. Ask ANYONE. Find her here

@thatmasquedgirl

Masque writes along the same lines as Lexi, with super extreme AU’s with badass Felicity most of the time. Her tamest one is Technical Assistance, which is a season 1 rewrite with Felicity falling in love with the Hood. READ THEM ALL. 

@hopedreamlovepray

Hope’s specialty is Fix-it fics. Didn’t like how an episode turned out? She’ll fix it for you!  They’re really short and sweet. The first Olicity fanfic I ever read was a hope’s and it was her “Not Just a Close Shave.” Find her HERE

@tinaday3w

Okay. Tina is smutty I’ll tell you that. I haven’t read Oliver on Vacation, but Felicity’s Sweet Revenge is really smutty. The one I am enjoying, however, the one that I drop everything to read when she posts is A SOUL LOST AT SEA. O.M.G. YOU HAVE TO READ THIS ONE IT’S FANTASTIC AND SWOONWORTHY AND GUh. READ IT. 

@rosietwiggs

I’ve read all of Rosie’s. She writes smut as well as some canon and AU. Her writing is exceptional and it’s worth a recommendation. She writes Felicity so damn well. AND SHE NEEDS TO UPDATE THE NEW NORMAL BEFORE I GO CRAZY Find her HERE 

@sarcasticfina

Fina! My gosh Fina tries to kill you with her masterpieces that aren’t done, but what is there is like a Mona Lisa. They’re excellent. However, if unfinish fics turn you off, I’ll be careful what you start. Because every single fic you want her to finish, it’s that good. HERE

@whatcuriousthings

she’s thelittlegreennotebook on AO3, and she’s underappreciated by the fandom. I personally love her oneshots. She has a Felicity Darhk one, and my personal fav–   The One You Can’t Repair. FInd her HERE

@writewithurheart 

Nic is my beta and my BFF so JUST READ HER. Once More is great and finished, her steampunk AU is GETTING SO GOOD. Find her here

@hannasus

Her two that I can pull off the top of my head is Into You like a Train, and The Way it was Supposed to Be: HERE

@entersomethingcleverhere

Carla IS AMAZING. She has really awesome multichapers, including a Pride and Predjudice fic. Her millitary one will make you cry tears. FIND HERE 

@mogirl97

MORGAN HAS SOME OF THE BEST FICS. I’ve read every single one of them. Find her HERE

@chronicolicity

He deserves a shot at being happy is the best season 2 rewrite. The end. 

Find her HERE

@ruwithmeguys

INDECENT PROPOSAL. Guys, this is as close to canon characterization as I’ve been able to find in Fanfiction. She has Oliver and Felicity’s relationship down to a T. There’s a section in there, (chapter 3 i think) that is the EPITOME of OLICITY. Find her HERE

@supersillyanddorky06

READ ALL OF MATTY’S. The Phoenix, the Albatross, the Firebird. (I personally do not rec The Predator because I have not read it, and refuse to read it until Matty finishes her other fic, or until predator is complete. That’s just my weird quirk, so go ahead and be obsessed with it like everyone else)  READ HER HERE

@bindy417

HER ALSAHHIM ONE IS KILLING ME. She has another one which I follow with Felicity an ARGUS agent and Oliver who’s been missing for five years . READ HERE

@melsanfo

Masquerade and the Mermaid’s Kiss are the best mentioned, as well as Two Men, Same Name written with dettiot HERE IS MORE OF HER

@adiwriting

I love her xmen and City of Fallen Heroes. Find more of her HERE

SuchaPrettyPoison

HER WWII OLIVER AND MATH FELICITY ARE ADORABLE AND I NEED MORE OF THEM. Her swooner series is also amazing. I don’t know her on tumblr but go give her my love if you do! 


THIS IS NOT A COMPREHENSIVE LIST. Because I read more than just all these authors. These are the ones I’ve read almost everything by and came to my head quickly. I love all fanfiction authors, and you know if I’m reading your fics or not because I do comment on them. 

Peace out and keep writing!!

anonymous asked:

Ok I'm trying to keep hope, so what if Kara is really only getting with Mon-El so that she can deny and push down her feelings for Lena? Bc if not the idek what to think just I really hope that's all it is.

Oh honey, the Swan Queen fandom has been doing this for years, and it is a beautiful and clever and necessary coping mechanism. Here. Enjoy.

Alex calls for an emergency Sisters’ Night. In fact, she demands it.

And Kara is excited, because Rao, does she need to talk to Alex. And Rao, does she need to hear Alex talk, because so much is going on with Maggie, and with her lab work to find Jeremiah, and with J’onn missing M’gann, and with just… everything.

But even more than talking, Kara just wants to snuggle on the couch with her big sister.

So when Alex lets herself into her apartment and Maggie trails in apologetically behind her, Kara bristles.

She adjusts her glasses and she forces a smile. “Hey Maggie,” she strains, reminding herself sternly that Maggie has been through so much, that Maggie was just retraumatized, that Maggie is probably going to be her sister-in-law one day, so might as well start attending Sisters’ Nights now, right?

But Alex is throwing up her hands and taking Kara by the shoulders, because she knows her sister, and she knows the war that’s raging in her head, in her heart.

“So, Kara, I lied. I want to do Sisters’ Night, just you and me. Because Sisters’ Night will always just be for us. But, tomorrow. Not tonight. I lied, and I’m sorry about that, but I was afraid you’d tell us not to come over if I told you…”

Kara backs away from Alex and furrows her brow.

“If you told me what?”

“We’re worried about you, Kara,” Maggie chimes, and holds out a bag of potstickers that Kara hadn’t noticed before, and Kara snatches them with narrowed eyes and a suspicious glare.

She sits down with a grunt and begrudgingly nods her sister and her sister’s girlfriend to do the same. Alex and Maggie exchange a glance, and it’s like they can read each other’s minds, they work together so seamlessly.

Kara feels a stab of something like jealousy, but she knows it’s not about Alex. She’s purely happy for Alex. It’s about something else, something different. Something that she hopes against hope that Alex an Maggie aren’t going to try to make her talk about, because Rao, she doesn’t know how she can handle it if they do.

She tears into the potstickers and blinks. “So, what are you worried about?”

Maggie and Alex exchange that glance again, and Alex leans forward and puts her hand on Kara’s knee.

“Kara, you know I respect you. And I respect your judgment, and I respect your heart. I love what a big heart you have. It’s what makes you a hero. But Kara, I…”

“You’re getting with Mon-El, Little Danvers, even though you really kind of seem to hate him, and that’s… we’re worried about you, Kara. Not because we don’t think you can handle yourself, or because we don’t respect your decisions, but because I… we… we know what it’s like to be with someone because you feel like you have to, not because you really want to.”

Kara nearly chokes on a potsticker, and Alex thumps her back mechanically, her eyes fixed on her sister’s face.

“That’s ridiculous,” she splutters when she finally swallows. “I don’t feel like I have to do anything, I’m Supergirl, I – ”

“Well, Mon-El doesn’t seem to respect that, and you don’t seem to think he does, either.”

“I’ve never told you anything like – what are you talking about, I – ”

“Kara,” Maggie says, her voice soft and her voice full of understanding pain, mixed with the beginnings of ironic humor. “The entire DEO heard you yelling at him. And lemme tell you, for secret agents, your people are pretty terrible at, you know. Keeping secrets.”

Alex mock-glares at Maggie before leveling Kara with a look of significant concern.

“Oh please, Detective, it’s not like any of that was a secret. Kara was shouting what a misogynist, unsupportive, manipulative, disrespectful, gaslighting, mansplaining – ”

“Nice new vocab, Danvers.”

“Thanks babe, I’m trying.”

“Alex, I – ”

“Oh, I’m sorry Kara, did you want me to stop that list?” Alex’s tone, the way she’s caressing Kara’s face, is much softer than her words. “Because I don’t have to. I have more, and they all seem to have come from your mouth in one way or another – ”

“Alex – ”

“And I love you, Kara. I love you, more than anything, more than life itself, so here’s the thing I can’t understand: why are you throwing yourself at this guy when he spends every waking minute trying to stomp all over the powerful woman that you are? It would be like me actually going for Max Lord or something – ”

“You and Maxwell Lord were a thing?”

“Ew, god, no, which is exactly why I can’t understand what you’re thinking, Kara.”

“And she’s not blaming you, Little Danvers, no one’s angry at you – ”

“No, Maggie’s right, I’m not, I just – ”

“We’re just worried, Kara. Your sister loves you, and I’m growing to love you, a lot, and hell, even J’onn asked us – and believe you me, it was as awkward as it sounds – if we could talk to you to make sure you’re really okay, because this is… we’re worried about you, Kara. So are you? Okay?”

Maybe it’s something in Maggie’s soft eyes, or maybe it’s the way Alex is stroking her hair, or maybe it’s the way they’re both going through so much of their own struggles right now, but they’re making it a point to check in with her. Or maybe it’s all of it, everything, the way his hands were too fast and his tongue too eager, the way he’s an okay guy, she supposes, but as a wayward brother or something, not as a lover, but she was so worn down and she’s just so tired and maybe it’s everything, all of it, because Kara breaks.

She breaks into her sister’s arms and immediately she feels the walls of Alex’s love rise up around her, protecting her from all her enemies, protecting her from herself.

Immediately she hears Maggie kneel down in front of the sisters, in front of her Danvers girls, a hand on Alex’s knee and a hand hovering over the small of Kara’s back until Kara nods through her sobbing that Maggie can touch her, of course Maggie can touch her, because god it feels good to be held by two women who love her for exactly who she is, not for what they imagine her to be, what they wish she were.

“I’m so…” She gasps wildly for breath and Alex kisses her forehead, smoothes her hair, rocks her, rocks her, rocks her. “I’m so scared, Alex,” she chokes through her gasping, through her tears.

“Shhh, I know, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Kara. I love you, I love you, shhhhh. Cry it out, Kara, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here, always. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”

Tears bite at Alex’s eyes, and she glances down across Kara’s body to meet Maggie’s, and she’s almost surprised to see tears gleaming in Maggie’s eyes, as well, and she knows it’s not the time, but she also knows, beyond doubt, that she’s in love with her.

Kara grabs at the back of Alex’s sweater and is forcibly reminded of when Cat grabbed at the back of Supergirl’s suit – her suit – and it’s suddenly all too much, suddenly all needs to come out, no matter how scared she is.

Suddenly, she knows she needs to dive.

“I didn’t want to, Alex, I didn’t want to because you were just coming out and I’ve taken so much from you, so much attention, for so many years, I didn’t want to do it again – ”

“Kara, it’s okay, everything’s okay. I’m not angry, I’m not going to be angry, but what… what are you talking about?”

Alex’s face is a map of compassionate confusion and Maggie’s face is a map of compassionate realization, and she glances at Alex because here we go again.

“I was in love with James, so… so in love with him,” Kara gasps, and Maggie nods slowly, and Alex just tries to keep up as she wipes Kara’s running nose with the tissue Maggie passes her.

“And kissing him was nice, it was… he was lovely, he is lovely, and I love him, I do, but it… it didn’t feel… ka-pow.”

Alex smiles uncomprehendingly but supportively, and Maggie smiles knowingly, and they both rub soothing circles onto Kara’s skin as she gathers the courage to continue.

“And I didn’t understand it, I didn’t have to words for it, but then… but then you came out and I was doing research, for you, and I found… I found out that you can be in love, straight love, but not want to have sex with men, be asexual towards men, even though you can be in love with them… and that you can… you can also… at the same time…”

She glances down at Maggie, and Maggie nods slowly at her, a small smile on her lips, because like sister like sister.

“You can also like girls. Women. Romantically. And even sexually.”

Comprehension starts to dawn on Alex’s face now, too, and she gets flashes of Kara spending so many nights crying when Cat left National City, of her terror when Livewire got loose again, because Livewire had tried, so hard, to kill Cat.

Of Kara adjusting her glasses a bit extra whenever Lena came up in conversation.

Of Kara steadfastly refusing to lose faith in Lena, even when everything looked, well, grim.

Of Kara’s desperation to find her. Of her more-than-just-everyday-heroics willingness to die for her. Of her beautifully, passionately written article vindicating her.

“Kara,” is all Alex says, all Alex can say, as she pulls her little sister in closer, closer, closer.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Kara chokes, pushing back, pushing away, so she can look Alex in the face. “I don’t want to take attention away from your coming out, I don’t… I don’t even know what to label it all, I just know that I… I’m so scared that if I…”

“If you don’t throw yourself into the most easily available thing – if you don’t surrender to the guilt he’s putting you through – you’ll have to confront your feelings for Lena Luthor,” Maggie supplies softly, softly, because Kara is shaking so badly, and Maggie knows that look, knows when someone needs to hear the words before they can say them themselves, and sure enough, when Maggie says it, Kara stops trembling quite so much, and her tears become of the silent variety, and she nods, nods, nods.

“Please don’t be mad,” she whispers to Alex, and Alex does nothing but shake her head and kiss her face, tears and snot and all.

“Kara, listen to me. I need you to really listen, and I need…” She glances down at Maggie as she cups Kara’s cheeks in her hands, and Maggie gives her a small smile. “I need you to really hear me. I would never, ever, ever be mad at you for loving whoever you love. However you love them. Because whoever you love, and whatever kind of love it is, whatever kind of intimacy you want with them? That’s absolutely fine. It’s absolutely perfect. You’re absolutely fine. You’re absolutely perfect. And I would never be angry at you, or disappointed in you, or resentful toward you, for being who you are. I promise. Alright?”

Kara shudders and smiles and reaches for the last of the potstickers.

Alex chuckles and Maggie laughs and Kara chews with a bashful smile.

“Will you help me break up with him? I still care about him, as a person – ”

“We both will, Kara. Whatever you need.”

“You got it, Little Danvers.”

“And then… then maybe you can help me talk to Lena?”

Alex groans with a smile and Maggie laughs and puts both hands on Kara’s thighs as she stands up to slip onto her girlfriend’s mock-traumatized lap.

“Of course we will, Little Danvers. Of course we will.”

bkwrm523  asked:

Weird question here; who (if anyone) on the Enterprise, if they unexpectedly met a clone or something of themselves, would have the immediate reaction of "damn I'm good looking." And then flirt with themselves for five minutes rather than do anything useful? Sorry, just bored at work = weird asks.

I interpreted this as TOS ‘verse meets AOS ‘verse, Sara. 

The short answer to your question - Hikaru.

Proper discussion follows. Shout out to @medicatemedrmccoy​ and her beautiful idea of Puppy!Pav. I am in your debt, Sunshine.


Jim Kirk

The Jim’s are a little in awe of each other, at first. 

Brown-eyed Jim can’t believe that he was ever that young, and blue-eyed Jim sees brown-eyed Jim as the shining example of everything he can never be, no matter how he tries.

They find themselves alone, and that’s when it all comes out. Brown-eyed Jim listens in horror at the story of the Kelvin, finds himself suddenly understanding the glittering hardness that reflects subtly from this younger version of himself, the jaded, rebellious exterior that blue-eyed Jim projects to hide his loneliness and his fear, all the hurts and doubts of his childhood. It’s a bit like looking into a cracked mirror, and it breaks Jim’s heart. 

Brown-eyed Jim shares his own story, then, and both Jim’s wonder at the wiles of the universe, how two people who’d lived such vastly different lives could be so fundamentally the same, and how, through it all, the horrors of Tarsus had remained a bitter constant.

They talk long into the night, and they find that they share more than they think - a love of classic literature, an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unprecedented skill at 3-D chess, a deep, unspoken fear of failure, inadequacy.

“Slow down,” says brown-eyed Jim to blue-eyed Jim. “Breathe. Look around you, Jim. Look what you have already. I was well into my thirties before I was given command of a starship. Remember, too, that it’s not the life you’ve lived, but the choices you’ve yet to make that determine the man you’ll become. Keep your face to the stars and the wind at your back, and the rest will follow.”

And this is how the Jim’s discover one last thing that they have in common -

They are both exceptional kissers.


Spock

The Spock’s are cordial and distant to one another. They work in tandem, each one half of a whole, each secretly wondering about the differences in experience and perspective of the other, each one knowing it would be illogical to ask.


Montgomery Scott

The Scotty’s are instant besties. 

Finally, finally, somebody who understands that it’s ill-advised to run a dilithium-depleted starship at warp nine, or that it’s dangerous to manually reroute directly from the matter/antimatter reactor to recharge the phaser banks, or that, yes, captain, it’s downright daft to park an entire fuckin’ starship under the water!

They swap stories over a bottle of scotch, each one more ludicrous than the last, and the gestures become increasingly animated, the interjections increasingly indecent until the conversation finally dissolves into a series of “Nonsense!” and, “Yer off yer ‘ead!” and “God’s truth, sir!” “He didn’t, the roaster!” and “Aye, but he bloody well did!” and “Get tae fuck oot!”

At long last, TOS Scotty places his hand on his breast. “Monty,” he says, as deadly serious as a drunken man can ever be. “It’s been an honor, sir. A pleasure and an honor.”

AOS Scotty feels tears welling in his eyes. “Aye, sir,” he says softly, extending his hand for a heartfelt clasp. “That it has.”


Hikaru Sulu

The Sulu’s are immediately appreciative of one another.

“Hello, there.”

“Well, hello myself.”

They waggle eyebrows, they flirt, they banter back and forth, they wink and blow kisses and slap each other’s asses. They even duel - much to the delight of the Pavel’s.

But it never goes any further than this, because each Hikaru is loyal only to his own Ben, and each Hikaru understands this perfectly.


Nyota Uhura

These two take to each other immediately. It’s an understanding that happens without words - in fact, the Nyota’s hardly speak at all, communicating mainly through subtle smirks and knowing glances. 

“Freaky,” the Hikaru’s call it. 

The Pavel’s agree.


Pavel Chekov

The Pavel’s are a force to be reckoned with.

They remind the Nyota’s of puppies, a bit - small, wide-eyed and almost comically enthusiastic, and way too close for comfort


Leonard McCoy

The Len’s hate each other’s guts.

Well, at first, anyway.

AOS Len circles slowly around TOS Len, who stares him down with a glare worthy of high noon.

“Well, spit it out son,” says blue-eyed Len. “Ain’t got all day for you to form a proper thought in that pretty little head.”

It goes downhill from there.

“An anterolateral approach? My god, man, what is this, the dark ages? A superior method is to -”

“Get. Your hands. Out of. My field.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t act surprised, though, when your patient develops a post-op infection. I’m sure you’ll document it as idiopathic.”

“Get the hell out of my sickbay.”

“Your sickbay? Your sickbay? Lord help us, they’ll let any ol’ idiot with a scalpel onto a starship these days!”

“Oh, yeah? Ironic, coming from you. What is it that you do for your patients, balance their humors? Stick around, then, Leeches, you might just learn some actual medicine. But keep your fossilized fingers to yourself.”

“Actual medicine? Tell me this, hotshot trauma surgeon - Did you wait to finish your residency before you violated your oath, or were you a cold-blooded murderer right out the gate?”

That’s how it comes to blows.


In the end, it’s Jim that they bond over.

AOS Len is impressed at how TOS Len leaps to action, despite the fact that it’s not his Jim bleeding from the head, and TOS Len notices immediately how calm and composed his counterpart is,

Once the Len’s are focused on a common goal, working together becomes startlingly easy.

“Grab the -”

“Got it. Did you -”

“Yup. Check the -”

“I’m a step ahead of you, son.”

One Jim is settled safely in a biobed, AOS Len shoots TOS Len a wary once-over.

“Alright then, Leeches,” he huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest. “Purely out of curiosity…”

TOS Len gives him a good eyebrow.

AOS Len ignores this. “What approach would you use?”

TOS Len smiles.


They discuss medicine first, because that’s easiest.

They swap stories and surgical techniques, each appreciating the other’s exhaustive knowledge, each impressed by the other’s innovative methods and revolutionary contributions to the field. Leonard McCoy, in any universe, is a prolific surgeon and an exceptional CMO, it seems.

The conversation turns to David.

TOS Len drops his head into his hands. “Different universe,” he mutters, “Same mistakes. I’d hoped you’d been spared that much.”

AOS Len looks at TOS Len, then, and there’s a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been spared nothing,” he says softly, and the knowledge passes between them – Jocelyn, David, Joanna, oh, Joanna -  the grief, the fierce regret.

“I’m so sorry,” TOS Len whispers after a long moment.

And he is.


“Does your Jim do this to you?” AOS Len asks suddenly, as they are standing at the edge of Jim’s biobed.

He hasn’t woken up yet.

TOS Len snorts. Son, you have no idea. “My Jim,” he starts, because the words fall so easily from his lips.

He looks at brown-eyed Len then, sharply, then again with an expression of slow wonder.

“My Jim,” he repeats softly, then quicker, harsher, putting the pieces together, “Your Jim. You mean, you and your Jim.”

Brown-eyed Len drops his gaze, then, because he hears the ache in those words, the longing, and he understands.

“It’s not like that, for us,” Blue-eyed Len tells him after a long moment. He’s staring at nothing.

“It could be,” AOS Len replies softly, because he can see it.

He knows.


“Leeches,” AOS Len rounds the corner of the transporter room.

TOS Len is on the pad, waiting for the soft “energize,” waiting to go home.

AOS Len bounds up the steps. “I just…” he starts, pauses, ‘cause he’s not exactly sure just what he’s doing, yet.

“Son,” TOS Len starts, but the laugh in his eyes belies his sharp words. “Didn’t your Mama teach you any manners?” He cocks a teasing eyebrow toward AOS Len. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you.’”

AOS Len rolls his eyes, but he reaches for TOS Len anyway, offering him a firm handshake. “Take care of him, Dr. McCoy,” he says softly. Brown eyes flicker up to meet blue. “Your Jim.”

TOS Len huffs a quick breath out his nose, gives AOS Len a firm little nod. “Always, Len,” he says with a little quirk of his lips. “Always.”

They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 4

A/N: Two words: Lip-sync battle. SLAY TOM, SLAY. I WAS WEIRDLY TURNED ON BY HIS PERFORMANCE?? LIKE. I WOULD DO HIM IN THE SUIT, AND I WOULD DO HIM IN DRAG, AND I AM CRYING. That being said, if anyone wants to fangirl with me over Tom, please hit me up. I need more friends to fangirl with!! ( I also need a date with him ASAP. ) In other news, this was very heavily influenced by that scene in Catching Fire. Matt Murdock, the dumpster ninja, will be showing up in a few more chapters, and I cannot wait. :)))

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You leave the room – and the after party – without delay. Your walk is more of a stagger as the amount of champagne you’ve consumed just minutes before becomes apparent. Too much. And yet, not nearly enough. You move as calmly as possible towards the archway leading to the hall … To escape.

Or as much of an escape as you can manage with a limitless number of guards keeping watch over your every move.

You press a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Once you find an exit to the balcony, you grasp hold of a railing and try to calm yourself. A sob rises in your throat. You clamp your lips together to force it back.

No one told you the life of a princess would be this hard.

No one told you that you would have to give up your friends.

No one told you that a crown could weigh so heavily upon your head.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Light and good-humoured – not to mention vaguely familiar – a voice greets you from the shadows, you jarringly realise that you aren’t alone.

Normally, you would be thrilled – or shocked at the very least – to have New York’s very own Spiderman hanging from the fire escape only several feet away. It’s becoming a trend at school – all the girls are bragging about how Spiderman had saved them from robbers/harassment/bullying, and they’d proceeded to make out with Spiderman in some dark corner to ‘thank’ him.

And now he’s here. Real and alive. You could add on to the flood of wild stories, but you hardly need the added popularity. As it is, you could claim that you’d discovered Atlantis and people would believe you.

You manage a faint smile that comes across as more of a grimace on a pale and strained face that not even M.A.C and Elizabeth Arden can hide.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly, attempting to compose yourself, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“What is your thing, then?”

He’s talking to you like he’s known you all your life. It’s warm and familiar and comforting somehow, to be talked to like a normal human being. No, “Yes, Your Highness”, or “As you wish, My Lady”. No airs, no treading on eggshells. Just … Normal conversation. You could cry. You want to cry.

“I enjoy horseback riding and embroidery.” Your voice sounds dead, even to your ears – it sounds like something you’ve memorised from a textbook. “I volunteer at soup kitchens in my free time, and I donate generously to churches and shelters.”

“I mean the real things.” His gaze is heavy on your face, so piercing that you think he can see all the way down into your soul. “Not the princess things.”

“I like watching movies,” You say, softly, carefully, after making sure that your grandmother isn’t going to jump out of nowhere to chide you for not giving the appropriate response. “I always watched them with my best friend.” There’s a sour taste in your mouth, almost like curdled milk, when you remember that you haven’t been to Peter’s in weeks, and that you haven’t been speaking to him for about as long. Swallowing, you continue, “I like books. Reading. Listening to music. You know. Teenager stuff.”

“Teenager stuff,” He repeats. “So why are you saying that other stuff?”

You let out a half laugh that sounds more like a hysterical hiccup. “Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

It’s what people want to hear. It’s what they expect from a princess. But your all your lies are piling up, one after another, and you’re afraid that soon they’ll collapse over you and will bury you under, and you won’t be able to climb out of the hole that you’ve dug yourself into.

“There’s always a choice.”

Not for me, you think, both angrily and wistfully. If you had any choice, you would abandon all your duties and run off to Antarctica to chill with the Penguins. You’d turn in your crown immediately. You’d become normal again. A regular girl, in a regular school, with a regular life.

You’d never thought you’d miss normalcy.

“You need a break.” Spiderman says, shaking his head in mock – or is it real? – disappointment. But then, his voice changes, takes on an edge of boyish excitement. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Go?” You wag your head hysterically. “Oh no no no, I can’t just … Go.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you to Aspen. Just around the city.”

Spiderman’s looking at you hopefully, almost child-like in his excitement. He holds out a hand, and you stare at it, wanting to take it, but still, unable to. What’s the harm? A voice whispers. Tomorrow you’ll have to go back to your life. All the press, the attention, the loneliness …

“Okay.”

Your cheeks warm. This is like something from a fairy tale – you the princess, and Spiderman the unconventional knight. You take his hand. It’s surprisingly warm and firm, and your own hand feels like it was made to hold his.

You try to think past these unwanted thoughts.

“Hold on tight. Okay?”

Before you can respond, you feel hands on your waist, and Spiderman’s lifting you up carefully, gently into his arms. He’s skinny, but a lot stronger than he looks. You accidentally slide back against his chest, breathing in the scent that clings to his skin – something warm, like cinnamon, vanilla, and the night air. Your heart inches its way into your throat. You’ll admit that you’re unusually nervous, but you chalk it up to being near to Spiderman. One breath is all you get the chance for though; he runs up to the edge of the roof and leaps right off it.

A loud scream escapes your lips. Your stomach plunges into a freefall, and your arms, once hanging limply at your side, now fly to wrap around Spiderman’s neck. You’re not sure if you’re strangling him with how tight you’re grabbing onto him, but right now, the only thought on your mind is holding on so that you don’t become a spot on the pavement.

You make a mental note to add ‘heights’ to the list of things you aren’t good at.

He has to shout to be heard over the cars honking, and the wind rushing by. “C’mon, open your eyes!”

“You’re crazy!” You squeak, praying that you won’t throw up all over his shiny new suit. “This was a bad idea!”

“I’m not going to drop you. You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

It’s hard to doubt the sincerity that rings true in his voice, but still, you glare suspiciously at the direction of his voice before opening your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat. Wow. It looks absolutely stunning. New York at night, from the sky … It looks otherworldly, surreal. To your surprise, a laugh bubbles forth from you. Your hair streams back from your face, and a smile makes its way across your face. You’ve grown used to the strange, but not all together unpleasant feeling, of being weightless and free and infinite, of flying through the air.

You could get used to this.

“I – I, uh, saw the press conference.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Your mood had been rapidly improving, but now, the weight of all your mistakes comes crashing back down, hard, onto your shoulders. You’ve been teetering on the edge of tears all day, and this is all it takes for you to break down completely.

You cry Peter’s name.

And then you just cry.

His name, Ned’s name, Michelle’s name, in one desperate stream of sounds that you can’t separate from one another. You want someone to make things right; you want someone to make you not feel as if you’re constantly being pulled different ways by your heart and your head. Most of all, you want someone to tell you that everything will be alright; to promise that your friends won’t be hating you with every fibre of their beings.

Shit shit shit,” Spiderman’s saying from somewhere far away, panic and fear vibrating through those three words. “I said something wrong.”

Vaguely, you’re aware that the crisp night winds have stopped rifling through your hair, aware that you’re no longer flying through the air, have the vague sensation of being set down gently onto gravel. The cold and the damp press against your legs.

“My friends hate me,” You sob, scrubbing at your streaming eyes with the back of your hand. “My crush hates me. I said some things that I didn’t mean just now.”

Through the tears that blur your vision, Spiderman freezes, goes impossibly still, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then why did you?” He asks softly.

“Because – Because I wanted to keep them safe,” You confess. Your throat aches as a horrible black ball of fear lodges itself under the roof of your mouth. “This – The Princess job isn’t safe, there are horrible people who want me dead, and if they manage to get to my friends, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I get it.” Spiderman says, just as quietly, his voice suddenly sounding heavy and weary. “Believe me, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You cry. It explodes out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so angry, but you could shake him or cry. “You have no idea – No one does – I thought this would be fun, but it’s not! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I’m in over my head, and I just want my friends back, but I can’t have them, and I just … I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The tears come in a flash flood. Exhaustion and self-pity roll over you. You’re sobbing even harder now, hunched over, and trembling in pain and sorrow and grief, with barely a pause to breathe as your frame is racked with the release of so many built-up emotions.

You think Spiderman’s left, but suddenly he’s holding you, warm and reassuring and real. You find yourself with your head buried in his shoulder, sobbing. He lets you cry it out, keeping you pressed tightly to him, and he’s making little noises into your hair, sounding positively pained that you’re miserable and he can’t do anything to help.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” He asks, once you’ve stopped crying.

All you can do is nod, still keeping your face buried into his neck.

He carries you into your room, through the window. He helps you to wash your makeup off, waits as you change out of your dress, helps you into bed, smoothing the covers over your still-trembling frame. Spiderman says goodnight, but you catch his hand and hold him there. You don’t want him to go, especially not when you feel so awful.

“Stay with me,” You whisper plaintively, like a small child. “Stay. Please.”

Fingers ghost through your hair, and you think you feel the brush of lips against your forehead. You think you hear Spiderman whisper a word back, but you’re too far gone to make it out.

anonymous asked:

I'm gonna ask it...RFA+Saeran finding out GASP that MC hadn't eaten all day. It's for no particular reason. She was just alone all day and got herself distracted so she forgot (lol I'm guilty of this sometimes). Haha. Thanks! I love your imagines so far:)

so basically, if RFA+Saeran were real people in my life? lollll :’) 

YOOSUNG:

  • Chef Yoosung is sad and disappointed
  • And he is absolutely determined to give you a love for food
  • He starts looking through tons of online recipes even after you reassure him it was an accident
  • “Yoosung I just forgot to eat I’m fine”
  • “No! I’ll find something that you’ll love so much that you’ll look forward to eating!!”
  • He puts on his kimchi-making apron and makes you watch him cook
  • He’s a good teacher though, and teaches you how to put things in your ramen for a fast but interesting meal
  • “You really like my mom’s panchan, right? I’ll ask her how to make it so I can make it for you”
  • What a sweet boy

JAEHEE:

  • She’s worried about your health but she really isn’t one to talk 
  • “I thought you took your lunch break, MC”
  • “Oh. I did but I got kinda distracted.”
  • “MC…”
  • i’m not mad. i’m just disappointed.
  • She starts making it a point to eat her meals with you, whether that be at home or at the cafe or just takeout
  • seriously, mc how did you manage this. you co-own a CAFE for god’s sake

JUMIN:

  • Jumin comes home late, as he is oft to do
  • Idle talk is usually part of your evening, especially on nights like this when dinner is long past
  • He talks about his day, and he asks you:
  • “What did you have for dinner?”
  • You’re about to answer, but after thinking about it you realize that you completely skipped dinner
  • and lunch… and breakfast too…
  • He wastes no time in calling up the chef, waking him up and promising to recompense whatever amount was necessary
  • He also asks Assistant Kang to book a nutritionist for you, despite your protests

707:

  • He is only mildly concerned, as he is prone to skipping meals himself
  • Although his are more due to business/necessity
  • And he hates seeing you do it since you mean much more to him than he does to himself
  • He offers you Honey Buddha Chips and Dr. Pepper, since it’s the only food he really has
  • But the next day, the fridge is stuffed with sandwiches that he made himself
  • Any kind of sandwich you could possibly imagine
  • You’re grateful for the gesture but you bring him some sandwiches to make sure he eats too ~~

ZEN:

  • It’s late evening when you realize you’re hungry
  • Zen is shocked and worried when you both realize you haven’t eaten anything
  • “Oh no MC I’ve been a bad influence on you”
  • He panics further when he finds that his fridge only has beer and water
  • He brings back some bboongobbang from the truck outside and won’t stop worrying over you
  • “Is everything okay? Are you having… body issues?”
  • You laugh, which doesn’t ease his concern
  • “MC, you know you look perfect just the way you are, right?”
  • “Zen, I’m fine. I just forget to eat sometimes if I’m all alone here.”
  • He looks like his heart breaks even more, if possible
  • “You’re lonely here??”
  • He calls his director and calls in sick for the next day
  • And he goes grocery shopping and takes you on the best dinner date you’ve ever had

SAERAN:

  • He’s definitely concerned when he realizes you haven’t eaten anything all day
  • But we all know this tsundere motherfucker shows love in enigmatic ways
  • He starts making little bento-style meals for you
  • And leaves post-its on cabinets or on the bathroom mirror reminding you to eat
  • He knows that you’re just forgetful
  • But he also gets so frustrated 
  • “It’s the easiest thing! Just… sustain yourself!!”
  • … He shouts to his pillow, and never ever to your face
Meddling

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“PETER! OPEN THE HELL UP!”

Steve and Tony looked at each other and tried not to smile at the sound of a frantic Wade yelling for his boyfriend.

Ugh. Wade. Peter could do so much better. Peter is an honor student, he’s top of his class, he has a bright future full of opportunity, and he’s Tony’s son, dammit. And Tony doesn’t want his beautiful, perfect child in a relationship with a mercenary. Is that so wrong? Wouldn’t Peter rather date someone with more potential? A doctor maybe? No matter, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. As of now, Tony is just going to watch as his brilliant plan folds out.

Steve answers the door and narrowly misses getting punched in the face by Wade’s aggressive knocking.

“Oh, hi, Wade, it’s nice to see you today,” Steve feigned innocence, “Peter is in his room. Can I get you a snack or something to drink?”

“I’m good, Mr. Captain. Thanks.”, Wade grumbled as he walked past Steve and straight into Peter’s room, slamming the door behind him.

Steve and Tony froze and looked at each other in anticipation then scrambled to press an ear to Peter’s door when they heard muffled yelling.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, baby!”, Peter yelled back, sounding confused and exasperated.

“Oh, don’t ‘baby’ me! You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about! HASHTAG SINGLE?!?! THAT’S how you’re gonna break up with me?!”

“Wade, I haven’t even posted in, like, a week. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“OH! SO YOU’RE TELLING ME. YOU DIDN’T POST THIS FUCKBOY MIRROR SELFIE. AND YOU DIDN’T CAPTION IT WITH A ‘HMU’ ‘EGGPLANT EMOJI’ ‘HASH.TAG. SINGLE.’”

“NO, BABY, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT POST, I PROMISE-“

“GO TO HELL, PETER! WE’RE THROUGH.”

Steve and Tony ran across the room and tried to look like they’ve been busy in the kitchen this whole time as Wade stormed out of Peter’s room and out of the tower. They decided to wait a few minutes before checking on Peter. So far, everything has gone according to plan and Tony is very happy about it.

After about 5 minutes, Steve gently knocked on Peter’s door,

“Hey hun, can I come in?”

Steve opened the door upon hearing Peter’s automatic lock slide open and found him curled up on the bed, furiously wiping his eyes. Steve smiled sympathetically and sat down on the edge of the bed,

“Hey, big guy. What happened?”

Peter tried not to cry as he rehashed the conversation he had with Wade while Steve pretended he wasn’t listening at the door and heard every word.

“I just don’t understand,” Peter said tearfully, “I never posted that picture. That picture isn’t even of me, that’s not even our bathroom! But Wade wouldn’t listen so now the love of my life hates me.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”, Steve chuckled and Peter couldn’t help but crack a half smile at his dad. Steve tried his best to cheer Peter up, but he couldn’t shake the guilt he was feeling. Peter wouldn’t need cheering up if it wasn’t for him. Sure, Wade is a jackass but he’s Peter’s jackass. If Wade makes Peter happy, who is he to keep them apart? He’s gotta talk to Tony about this, Steve can’t stand lying to his son.

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“Absolutely not.”

“But Tony-“

“Steve. Honey. If we tell Peter then we’re the bad guys. Peter will never trust us again! Let him be sad for now, he’ll bounce back soon enough and it’s like it never happened. It’s for his own good.”

Steve sighed thoughtfully as Tony continued tinkering with whatever the heck he was working on at the moment.

“Look, Tony, I know how much you dislike-“

“I hate him.”

“…I know you have strong feelings towards Wade, but I can’t live with myself after what we did to Peter!”

“Wait. What?”, Steve flinched when he heard Peter behind him.

Tony shut his eyes tight and cursed under his breath before dropping his tools and turning around to face his son.

“What did you do to Peter?”, Peter asked, narrowing his eyes at his parents.

“Nobody did anything to Peter. Go to your room.”, Tony snapped.

Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pops, what did you guys do?”

“Steve, don’t do it. Be strong.”, Tony murmured.

But contrary to popular belief, Steve was not strong. At least when it came to Peter, that is. His son could give him that look with the puppy dog eyes that say “I trusted you and you betrayed me” and it’s all over. Any willpower Steve has will just vanish.

“We. Um. We sort of… shopped? For your photo?”

“Photoshop, Steve.”, Tony said as he rubbed his temples. He loves his husband and son but man, could they give him a headache.

“Yes, photoshopped. We photoshopped your face to another person’s body. Well, Tony did. And then we… hacked?”

“Yes, Steve.”

“We ‘hacked’ into your account and posted the picture for Wade to see. Well, Tony did. And we made sure the words under the picture would make Wade mad so he you guys would get in a fight… Well, Tony did.”

“Steve. We get the picture, dammit.”

Peter looked at his feet and took a second to process this. His own parents were trying to sabotage his relationship?

“Why? Why would you guys do that?”, he asked.

“We’re really sorry sweetheart”, Steve placed a hand on the side of Peter’s face, “We thought it was for the best. I think now we see that we were wrong, don’t we Tony?”

“Hm? Oh. Uh… yeah. Totally wrong. Won’t try this again anytime soon.”

“You mean that, Dad?”, Peter asked Tony.

“…Sure.”

Peter smirked. He had his Dad in a box right now and they both knew it. He might as well take advantage of this opportunity and embarrass him.

“Then would you mind calling Wade for me and explaining all of this to him? I’d like my boyfriend back.”

~request a prompt~

anonymous asked:

Can you beliave that Isak and Even didn't get out of bed before half past 12 and were just lying next to each other too cosy to get up and just breath lazily and Even got on his elbows and all at once started kissing Isak's face with like hundert of kissies and Isak held his neck and laugh bc "Even what are you doing?Stop it." And Even kissed corner of his lips and looked in his eyes"You stop being so cute then I might stop" And Isak rolled his eyes bc Even you are such a sap and reached tokiss

OH GOD ANON. YES THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED.

even always showers isak with compliments bc he loves him so much and isak pretends to hate it but you know him, he’s melting inside

like just this morning they were awake, but like you said they obviously didn’t want to get up (they have been unpacking boxes for 4 days okay, give them a break) so they’re just laying in bed, on their sides, facing each other. they’re talking about their first impressions of each other because isak loves to hear about even noticing first (which is still. unbelievable to him) and even loves how it makes isak blush, so he asks “what did you think when you first saw me?”

“i don’t know. probably that you were hot or something” isak smiles and it feels so good to be able to compliment even so openly, because he deserves it and isak may be bad at many things but he will be good at making even happy if it’s the last thing he does. also he is hot, so. “what about you? what was your first thought when you saw me?”

even pretends to think about it for a while, scratching his chin and everything, just to see isak roll his eyes and giggle at him. finally, he looks back at isak “i thought you were the most beautiful person that i had ever seen”

and isak (through a very impressive blush) huffs and makes an annoyed noise “do you have to be such a sap all the time?” he tries to keep up the annoyed front but even’s smile is brighter than the sun and it is so fucking contagious

“you love it!” even starts peppering kisses all over isak’s face, on his neck and that tickles okay, that’s the only reason isak is giggling like an idiot right now

“i don’t, i hate it” that statement holds absolutely no weight when paired with the goofy lovey smile isak is sure he has on his face right now, but he honestly could not care less

to be fair, the look of even’s face is at least as ridiculous, but, isak has no doubt, a million times more beautiful. he doesn’t have a lot of time to admire it before even is leaning down and kissing his lips. it’s short and sweet and soft and god, isak is so fucking in love

when they part even whispers “i love you” really quietly, isak is still in awe of how soft even always is with him and he feels like such a doofus because he really cannot help the huge smile that’s taking over his face right now (if he tried, that is, which he isn’t), he can’t manage more than a whispered “i love you” back

he doesn’t really mind being a doofus for even, he thinks. in fact, he’s pretty sure there is no part of him he wouldn’t show even.

anonymous asked:

can you do a jealous sasuke pleaaase

characters: sasuke, sakura, sarada
author’s note: sarada’s like 10 here
this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but something tells me papasuke gets jealous too

“this is embarrassing,” sakura rolls her eyes, “sasuke, if you want to spar with her, just ask.”

the dark haired man snaps his head at his wife and looks at her as if her suggestion is completely absurd and incomprehensible. because it is. why should he have to ask her to train with him? shouldn’t his only child yearn to spar with her father? he’s a legendary ninja—a fucking neo-sannin—it’s ridiculous that she hasn’t so much as asked him for the smallest piece of advice.

it was clear that sarada was like him in many ways, most notably in appearance, but subtly in personality; like him, she prefers to be quiet and keep to herself. so he doesn’t mind that she would rather perfect her aim on her own, or work on her teamwork with her squad members or read scrolls in solitude late into the night.

but he does mind that she would rather spar with naruto than him. sure, he was the hokage, but he saw no other reason for sarada to look up to that idiot like he fucking hung the moon. hokage or not, naruto is a bumbling blonde baboon—so why on earth was his only daughter so fucking infatuated with him?

he watches as the two go at it in the backyard, as she expertly catches his punch and uses the momentum to push herself back. naruto smiles and tells her good job, and they go back to perfecting the technique again.

“do you think she still hates me?” sasuke asks, black eyes piercing through the window.

sakura rolls her eyes and sets her cup of tea on the counter. really, this was pathetic. “sasuke, would you cut it out,” she groans, “just because she wants to train with naruto doesn’t mean she hates you. do you understand how ridiculous you sou—”

“shhh, she’s coming inside,” sasuke hushes her.

his wife deadpans as he straightens himself out, and looks at her daughter as she enters the living room. a thin layer of sweat coats her forehead, she’s panting slightly and her sharingan is still activated, but she’s smiling nonetheless. it makes sasuke sick—she was enjoying herself! having fun training with that dobe instead of her papa. 

“training hard, sar-chan?” her mother smiles sweetly, a sickening tone of voice to sasuke. he sure married one annoying woman. 

the dark haired girl nods with that same smile on her face, “uncle naruto is the best, he said tomorrow we’re gonna work on shurikenjutsu!”

the comment nearly makes sasuke come to a boil. “shurikenjutsu? naruto couldn’t hit a steady target in his dreams, how could he possibly teach you shurikenjutsu?”

sakura elbows him to shut him up, “what your papa means to say, sarada, is that if you want to practice your shurikenjutsu with him, he’d be happy to help.”

sarada looks at her parents and sighs with a small smile. she walks towards her papa and beckons him to lower himself to her height before she reaches her right hand forward and taps his forehead, “i’m sorry, papa, but uncle naruto already offered. maybe next time.”

oh, he was so going to murder naruto. a slow, painful death to give him enough time to apologize for trying to steal his daughter from him. he doesn’t know what that kind of brainwashing that usuratonkachi has done to his precious daughter, but he wasn’t going to stand for it. he was not going to have his sarada ditch him for that whiskered fool everyone calls the hokage.

tomorrow came and sarada went out to train with naruto again. she strolls in around dinner time, happily sweaty as she tells her mama about her training. uncle naruto this, uncle naruto that; sasuke was considering going over there and training with uncle naruto himself. 

“are you training with uncle naruto tomorrow, sarada?” he questions over dinner. she shakes her dark hair and reaches for more onigiri. “would you like to train with me? i’m sure i can help you with your shurikenjutsu.”

“um, no thanks papa,” she says quietly, stuffing food into her mouth afterwards, hoping that he’d stop questioning her if she had food in her mouth. unfortunately for her, it doesn’t work. 

sakura opens her mouth to keep the peace, but sasuke beats her to it, “how come you’d rather train with naruto than me?” he finally asks.

sarada sighs and brushes the crumbs off of her lap, “i was hoping you wouldn’t notice papa, i didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” she stands and says, “but i’m not strong enough to train with you yet, so i asked uncle naruto to help me out.”

sasuke sits dumbfounded and sakura smirks in the corner (i told you so, she chants to herself). sarada goes on, “you’re the best ninja out there, besides for mama of course, but she’s the best kunoichi ever so it’s okay. if i’m going to train with you, i have to get better, so i train with someone who’s almost as good as you.”

the shock washes away as he listens to his little girl; it’s soon replaced with a smug smile, “i’m better than the hokage?”

sarada rolls her eyes and walks over to him. this time she bends down to tap his head, “silly papa, of course you are.”

anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better

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The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't mean to bother, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to ask something. There is this part in many of your fics when Maggie or Alex has a rough day and they go home and the other 'let's them use their body'. I get it, i really do,but maybe once when you're writing a scene like that-for whatever prompt- in the future, could you write it in a way that the other says no to that? I understand that it's all consensual and out of love, it'd be just great to see one of them say no for once.

They talk about Maggie hating to talk about herself.

But Alex kind of hates it, too.

She prefers alcohol and she prefers forcing other people to talk. By whatever means necessary.

But Maggie and Kara have her working on her drinking, and they’re both teaming up with J’onn to make her work on her rage, so sex?

Sex is a great option for not talking, too.

And most nights – most nights when she can’t talk, when she just wants to strip Maggie naked (or not) and fuck her hard and fuck her fast and listen to her scream in ecstasy so she doesn’t have to listen to the screams of agony blaring through her brain – most nights, Maggie lets her.

Most nights, Maggie likes it.

No.

Most nights, Maggie loves it.

Not that Alex is in pain. Never that Alex is in pain.

But most nights, Maggie loves letting her body be Alex’s bandage.

Most nights, Maggie begs for more and takes her deeper than Alex ever thought she could go, lets her pound into her harder than she ever would without Maggie’s desperate encouragement, eager hands, open legs, heaving chest, soaked opening.

But tonight? Tonight, Maggie’s tired and Maggie’s got her mind on the cases she’s working and she’s still sore from that sparring session with James and tonight, if they’re going to have sex, she wants it gentle and she wants it slow and she wants it tender.

Tonight, she doesn’t want it hard and fast and wordless.

So when Alex kisses her in greeting, she kisses her back, because god, her lips are like coming home.

And when Alex keeps kissing her, she opens her mouth readily, because Alex has still got her afternoon coffee on her breath, and god does she taste perfect.

And she sighs softly when Alex’s hands slip up and under her shirt, because Alex’s hands are cool to the touch and Alex’s hands are calloused and soft all at once, just like Maggie’s.

But when Alex pushes her back into the counter and pulls back and raggedly asks, “Yeah?” – Alex’s hands bracing, Maggie knows, to spin Maggie around by the hips and fuck her from behind over the counter – Maggie takes a nervous, terrified, panicked breath and tries to say the word no.

She can’t.

Her throat closes, because god, what if Alex gets mad?

What if she doesn’t feel loved, cared for?

What if she just leaves because Maggie’s not going to give her what she wants, so she’ll get it elsewhere?

Or she’ll get it from alcohol, and it’ll be Maggie’s fault?

She thinks about what she would tell Adrian, about what she tells the kids at the queer youth center when they’re talking about sexual health and safety, and she breathes deeper.

And she shakes her head.

Alex blinks and squints, looking down at her like she’s focusing through a fog for a long moment.

And then her hands drop away and she backs away so hard, so quickly, Maggie almost overbalances.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t have – it – I’m sorry, I should go – “

“Alex, no. Remember what you told me? That it’s a relationship, and you don’t get to walk out? You don’t get to walk out, Ally. I don’t…”

She takes an enormous gulp of mostly air and she reaches out for Alex’s hands, and Alex takes hers, and the rapidly-forming pit in Maggie’s stomach shrinks somewhat.

She continues softer, continues quieter, continues with one of her hands leaving Alex’s to stroke her cheek.

“Alex, I need to be allowed to say no without you getting this upset and wanting to leave.”

Alex’s lip wobbles and she looks for all the world like Maggie just told her they’re breaking up, and she gasps out another apology.

“No, Alex, it’s not… you didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? You didn’t. I was okay with everything – I liked everything – until I said no. And then you stopped. And the whole reason I had the opportunity to say no is because you stopped to make sure. Right? So you didn’t do anything wrong, Danvers. Okay?”

“Do you not… am I not…”

Maggie shakes her head and lets her thumb trace a path down Alex’s trembling jawline.

“Yes, I want you. And yes, you are incredibly attractive. I just… I can’t do the rough and tumble tonight, Alex, I… I don’t want to.”

She tilts her head and studies Alex’s face as she processes, as she thinks it through; studies Alex’s face as she tries to convince herself that Maggie is not rejecting her, that Maggie is not angry with her, that Maggie just doesn’t want to have sex right now.

She watches as Alex nods slowly, and her own heart rate settles down, because god, god, god does she love this woman.

“But,” she offers quietly, and Alex brings still shaky eyes to meet hers, “seems like you had a pretty rough day. So even though rough sex isn’t on the menu, I can offer you fairly aggressive cuddles.”

A grin starts to tug at Alex’s mouth and a spark starts to return to her dulled, terrified eyes as she tilts her lips to the side.

“Aggressive cuddles, Sawyer? Is it even possible to cuddle aggressively?”

“Oh, Danvers. Come. Let me show you. Okay?”

She lets Alex hold her firm, hold her hard, hold her close, every single curve of their bodies snug against each other like puzzle pieces.

“I love you, Maggie,” Alex whispers, letting the sound of Maggie’s soft breathing and the candles she lit and the music she flipped on block out the agonized moaning, panting, begging, and screaming instead of ecstatic moaning, panting, begging, and screaming.

She would never have thought it would work.

But Maggie’s body is soft and pliant, and Maggie’s body is safe, and Maggie wraps her own hands over Alex’s arms around her body, cradling Alex to her even as Alex cradles Maggie to herself.

And god, does it work.

anonymous asked:

What about RFA+Saeran+V with a MC that's learning a new language (any) and has been studying for days due to an upcoming exam. This is me rn and I kinda need a little motivation to keep going🇩🇪. Gimme some love pls it's 4 am and I'm still studying lol 💕 Love your blog 💞

Oh my, I hope you were able to get at least a 2-hour nap before your exam, anon-san! Learning new languages is really tough, especially if the grammar construction is different and there are things like a dozen forms of speech in it!


I only did Jaehee, Jumin, and Seven for now because I ran out of ideas;;;

I’m sorry! 人(_ _*)


This is super duper late (I wanted to do it sooner too, but I couldn’t make it in time… ;;;;), but I hope you passed your exams!

~Nao


MC and language exams

Jaehee

  • You only knew enough Korean to get by.
  • But everything you knew was from binge-watching Korean dramas and self-study.
  • You wanted to challenge yourself, so you applied to take the Test of Proficiency in Korean (TOPIK).
  • You had no problem with grammar construction and remembering greetings, but remembering when to use formal and informal forms were very confusing for you.
  • Jaehee had been watching you go at it for days now, and had been trying to support you by bringing you some food to snack on while studying.
  • But you were almost falling asleep on top of your books
  • She decided enough was enough
  • “But Jaehee, I’m quite certain I’m getting it now, so…“
  • “I understand your dilemma MC, but I think it would be counterproductive if you force yourself to study even when you’re tired.“
  • She has a point
  • So you follow her to bed, but you were still worried that you couldn’t sleep
  • “MC, I know you might still be anxious right now, so how about this: try to get some sleep now and then I’ll help you with studying starting tomorrow, okay?“
  • Just the thought of having Jaehee helping you study calms you down
  • You are able to fall asleep, with your head on her bosom and arms wrapped tightly around her waist.


Jumin

  • German. Why had you chosen German as one of your minor subjects?
  • For one, it was interesting. Secondly… it was intersting. //lmao shoot me now, I’m sorry
  • But your professor that sem was really scary and had super high standards
  • There was also one time when he embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but you didn’t tell Jumin about it
  • You hated it when people underestimate you, so you worked hard on getting good grades in his subject
  • There was this pre-final long test that he warned about being really hard, and you wanted to get a good score for it
  • But he didn’t give out pointers until a week before, so you had to grind
  • However, it also meant that you were losing sleep for the past few days
  • Jumin points this out during dinner one day, and you ‘fess up just as easily because the stress was already getting to you
  • “I see. But it wouldn’t do you good to stress over it, so I’m forbidding you to study tonight.“
  • “But… but Jumin…“
  • “Instead, I’m going to personally tutor you starting tomorrow.“
  • You dropped your glass and your mouth hung open for a few seconds as your mind tried to process what he just said
  • Jumin? Tutor you?
  • You knew the guy was proficient in many languages, but you didn’t want to add to his busy workload
  • “It’s no problem, MC. If I help you study, we can spend more time together, right? I don’t like it when you ignore me just because you need to impress your professor. I want you to only look at me.“
  • Jealous and possessive Jumin is sexy Jumin
  • So you spend the next few nights studying with him after dinner
  • Jumin was a surprisingly good teacher, and all his explanations for the grammar and usage were relatively easy to understand
  • You came home from school exhausted but relieved after the test ended, and you found him waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers
  • “I messaged you earlier asking you how you did on your exam, but I didn’t get a response, so I went home early to wait for you instead.“
  • You are so touched by his gesture that you dropped your bag and embraced him tightly.
  • “I’m not really sure how well I did until I see the results, but I think I was able to answer most of it with ease. Thank you for your help, Jumin.“
  • Hugging you back, he leans his head on yours
  • “It wasn’t just because of me, MC. I merely lent a hand, but you did most of the work. I knew you could do it.“


707

  • There were only three days till your Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT).
  • You have been studying a couple of weeks before, but your weakest point was the listening section.
  • You’ve gone as far as having your headphones on while sleeping, but it only bothered you and you kept on having weird dreams about Japanese-speaking vegetables the whole time.
  • Saeyoung walks in on you crying about Totoro and Howl and talking eggplants, and how you don’t want to have a retake anymore.
  • He can’t help but laugh at some of the things you were saying in all three languages.
  • “I think you need to stop for a bit and relax, MC“
  • “But-but the exams are coming up, and I’m still getting low points for the listening section on the mock tests!“
  • “You silly. You could’ve just asked me to help you with that, MC!“
  • He knows too many languages for his own good
  • Will carry you to bed on the spot whether you like it or not
  • He keeps you from studying any further, but conversations in the next three days were in the polite form, or he doesn’t respond to you.
  • You got so used to hearing Japanese that you found the listening section to be too easy on exam day
  • He treats you to pizza and movie night after exams, but you were too exhausted to watch the movie and ended up falling asleep beside him.
  • He looks lovingly at you and tucks a loose strand of hair and kisses your forehead.
  • “You worked really hard, MC. I’m so proud of you.“
But this was our show...

(Disclaimer: This is going to be rather long. Sorry for the negativity)

I know I’m late to the party but I need to get this out. 

I hate series four. Not just TFP, not just Mary’s redemption arc…I hate the whole thing.
The last days I spent delving deep into old tags, fic and started to rewatch the show and I only got sad. So fucking sad.
I remember joining fandom back in June, how it helped me crawl out of my shell and talk to people (sorry for not reaching out, I haven’t forgot about you lovelies).
I remember spending nights reading meta, which brought me from reluctantly shipping Johnlock to a full blown TJLCer.
I remember watching the show over and over, at first on my own, later surrounded by amazing people from all over the world at Steph’s watchalongs.
I remember following the news at the sdcc, and screaming over ‘love conquers all’ and our first teaser trailer.
I remember setlock and all the funny exchanges with Arwel.
I remember Sherlocked and watching the GBBO finale just to see two new frames cut into the teaser.
I remember being super excited about every new TJLCE video.
I remember how I couldn’t listen to the radio because EVERYTHING was Johnlock and my heart beat faster.
I remember “Tell them your darkest secret”-“I love you”.
I remember all those countdowns.

And S4 aired…

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carelessly-corrupt  asked:

I saw that Sycamore pregnancy headcannon you did recently, and I was wondering could you maybe do one for Guzma? If not I'm absolutely okay with that. ♡♡

of course friend! I’ll try and do my best! this one is actually rather long bc while i  love sycamore i feel like there’s a bit more drama with bug boy

The One Where Guzma Should Have Paid Attention In Sex Ed

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anonymous asked:

OK so for that deep undercover!anakin au that I saw you made a while ago why would anakin be burned still? If he's working with obi wan wouldn't he still be himself? I love everything about this though because I'm imagining the beginning of a new hope and if that scene between Vader and Leia occurred how much both of them would be trying not to laugh by acting as mortal enemies

Be forewarned: long answer incoming

Well my basic idea was that they get to Mustafar hoping for an emergency planning session because holy crud guys half the Order is dead and I just sent the rest into exile now what?
and then of course, they figure out Palpatine is on the way. So Anakin thinks “alright, he thinks I’m his apprentice still, we need to make this look good for when he gets here” 

And Obi-wan, being a better actor than he gives himself credit for, decides “Yeah, why not, we can make it look like we had a duel of epic proportions.”

And they go around slashing up pretty much the whole facility while Padme is like “You guys go nuts, I’m waiting where there’s air conditioning.”

But then Anakin has the idea to take it further. “I need an excuse for you two to have gotten away safely,” he says, “Obi-wan, you’ve gotta cut my arms off.”

“Excuse me what.” Obi-wan is Not Thrilled with this idea. Not at all. (Neither is Padme when she finally hears about it, but it’s sort of too late by then.)
Except he knows Anakin is right: Sidious probably wouldn’t believe any other excuse. So he does as Anakin asks and he hates it.

Getting burned was never part of the original plan, but they both feel a spike of urgency from Padme and are like “oh no, that’s the baby isn’t it”. Anakin makes a very ill-advised leap to try to get off the plain they’re on but overbalances and can’t grab anything to slow his fall. He is badly burned (but not to the extent that he is in the movie, because a panicking Obi-wan jumps down to grab him.)

But by this point they can both feel that Padme is going into labor, and Anakin practically orders Obi-wan to see to her health first.
“Get her to an unlisted medical facility. One of the asteroid ones. If I’m not there by the end of the day, leave without me,” he says. (He knows Sidious is coming. He’s not letting that guy anywhere near his family.)

So Obi-wan, horrified but understanding what needs to be done, leaves Anakin there and runs off to get Padme to Polis Massa. They’re not sure where Anakin is until they get word of Darth Vader. 

And yes the confrontation with Leia in ANH would involve a fair amount of “cannot laugh here cannot laugh here” and weird inside jokes that literally no one but them understand.

It’s a lot easier for Anakin to play serious because he’s got that mask. Leia just has to rely on her poker face.

bonnienoise  asked:

i'm so confused that i can't help but ask wth happened that roman reigns isn't popular anymore??

oh sweet summer child

roman reigns’ “popularity” is a very complicated beast. he’s popular in the sense that he is one the wwe’s biggest merch movers, is consistently highlighted in shows and ppvs, and has a pretty decent following among young kids and ladies. which by company standards is enough. but for smart ass fans who think they know everything about wrestling and how the wwe should be run, it’s not.

for what it’s worth, a big part of the blame lies with the wwe. vince mcmahon saw that roman was big, pretty, homegrown and had a family pedigree within the company, and strapped a rocket to him before he was ready. when he was with the shield, he was fine. people loved him as the big silent powerhouse as long as he had the dynamic of seth rollins and dean ambrose to bounce off of, and the crowd went bananas whenever he wrecked shit (they still do, honestly). his problems started when they split about three years ago, and his weaknesses became more apparent. he’s a brilliant athlete and fast learner, but he doesn’t have the agile diverse moveset of some indie worker who’s been wrestling since he was a teenager. he’s also a naturally quiet person who doesn’t do well having to recite long monologues in front of a huge crowds, but the wwe kept on writing bad scripts for him that he didn’t have the mic skills to make work, and the audience ripped him apart for it.

then he got hurt. he spent six months out recovering from hernia surgery, and when he got back he got the superstar of the year award at the slammy’s (which is a fake awards show that supposedly is determined by fan votes). unsurprisingly, the audience called bullshit. it was pretty obvious at that point that the wwe was trying to convince its audience that roman was something that he was not simply by saying so, which pissed a lot of people off. they also were giving him the misguided superman treatment - trying to show the audience that he was dominant and impressive by having him never lose cleanly, but then not giving him any real or consistent character development that would make him a heroic figure. instead, his characterization mostly made him look arrogant and bland.

this is where shit gets weird. roman got better. being dropped into the frying pan at first didn’t agree with him, but he adapted. now he consistently puts on excellent matches with fan favorite wrestlers. the writing of the show has also figured out how to better work with him, by giving him short and sweet promos, and capitalizing on the beastly nature of his physicality and style of wrestling. the writing isn’t perfect, but that’s a problem consistent through all of the wwe’s shows and characters, and isn’t exclusive to roman.

but the audience doesn’t seem to care about any that. or at least, a certain portion of the audience that is very very noisy did not. most people who are actually interested in, you know, enjoying wrestling and having a good time have figured out that they can just relax, watch roman work and cheer him. but there’s a lot of people that are extremely invested in being right, and having already decided on a point of view, don’t want to give up on it. they want want to act like they know more about the wwe than the wwe, and never want to be worked, because who wants to be a mark and admit they’re doing exactly what a big fat company is telling them to do? they insist that roman is still being “shoved down our throats,” that he can’t wrestle, that he’s not worthy of the position he’s in in the company, and they give him endless shit for it. the vitriol spikes during wrestlemania season, which roman has main evented for the past three years, and this year he got the honor of facing the undertaker in what was most likely his last match ever, which sent his hater through the roof. it’s now pretty much expected that whenever roman walks out, he will be faced with a tsunami of boos, and there isn’t a whole lot any one can do to change that.

there’s also a lot of sexism involved. smarks will say shit like “only women like roman, and it’s just because he’s hot,” as though women’s role in the fandom is illegitimate and male fans have never found a female wrestler attractive. like i said, it’s complicated, and it’s at a level now that’s pretty disgusting. kids at wrestling shows who just want to enjoy themselves and cheer for roman end up getting intimidated by older men who shout them down. roman’s older brother just passed away really suddenly and twitter was riddled with assholes saying it should’ve been him instead. but sure, yeah, it’s the “booking” that they hate, and yet you cheer vince mcmahon when he shows up.

sorry i wrote a book as a response, it’s one of the most talked about issues in all of wrestling, and there’s some incredible articles and threads written about it (personal favorites are lady j’s building an empire series which she sadly hasn’t finished yet, and tim kail’s “you will keep booing roman reigns and it will change nothing” which is amazing). and i haven’t even touched the racist aspects of it. a lot of people say that best way to remedy the situation is turn roman heel (make him a bad guy so that the boos will actually be justified). that might have been a viable option maybe a year ago, but the wwe knows what they want from roman now, and they’re getting it. and with the audience acting as predictable as they are now they know exactly how to control them. so one way or another, everyone’s getting worked.