i'm really looking forward to see her on my screen again

anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?

There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.

Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.

Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.

He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.

It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.

“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.

When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”

You fought,” Andrew guesses.

Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”

“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”

“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”

“And what was that?”

Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.

“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”

Keep reading

"I'm sorry" Langst Fic(Trigger Warning plz be safe) PT-2

Allura hadn’t got that much sleep that night.

She was aware that she had hurt Lance, and realized he was offering her comfort, as a good teammate- and friend- ought to have done.

But Allura, she had only responded with hate. She had insulted him. She had told him he was useless, and that he didn’t deserve to be the blue paladin.

But now that she had cleared her head, she realized just how wrong she was for saying such a thing to him.

Not only did he deserve to be the blue paladin- he had been made to be the blue paladin of Voltron. He had proven himself time and time again, over and over, that he deserved to be here with the team, just as much as anyone else did.

In her desperation to find an acceptable apology for Lance, she had marched straight up to Shiro’s room, knocked on the door, and waited.

The door slid open within two ticks, and Shiro cocked a questioning eyebrow at Allura.

“I need to talk to you. May I come in?” Shiro didn’t know what about, but he let Allura in, nodding, and watching from the still open door as she sat down on the edge of his bed, holding her head in her hands.

“Princess? What’s wrong?” Shiro asked hurriedly, closing the door and walking over to where she sat, crouching down to her level. He tensed when he saw that her cheeks were tear stained.


“Allura?” He questioned, concern littered across his expression. Allura shook her head in response and inhaled shakily.

“Shiro, I… I hurt him.” Allura managed to choke the words out, and her voice threatened to crack. Shiro was confused, but comforted her either way, stroking her hair and rocking her slightly.

“Allura, who did you hurt?” Shiro asked calmly, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, patiently awaiting an answer.

She sighed sadly, a pitiful expression being the only insight to what might’ve happened.

“Lance. Last night. I told him that I was a fool for making him the blue paladin. He was just trying to help me with my own pain and I had to go and take my anger out on him instead of saying thank you. Like a normal person would.” Allura gestured outwards in exasperation as if illustrating her point further.

 A picture of Lance’s stuffy nose, pink-tinged, and tear stained face popped up into Shiro’s train of thought, and tingles of anxiety bloomed in his stomach. Without thinking, Shiro mumbled to himself. 

 “That’s why he looked so bad.” Shiro looked to the floor, and before he realized it, Allura was tensing and turned to face him. 

 “You saw him last night? After I yelled at him?” Allura took Shiro by the shoulders, shaking him lightly. Her voice was laced with panic. He nodded stiffly.
 

“How am I going to apologize to Lance?! I hurt him so badly, Shiro- you won’t be able to form Voltron if Lance is in pain- and even if you didn’t need to form Voltron anytime soon, Lance is still a member of this team, and he deserves to be happy.” Her hands found their way to her hair, and she stared at the floor with wide, panicked eyes.
 Shiro was slightly taken aback by her ranting but smiled warmly as he processed her words. 

 “Tell him exactly how you feel. Apologize sincerely.” Shiro responded, rubbing circles on her back. Allura thought quietly for a moment, before rising calmly and nodding her head briefly. 

She turned to Shiro, who now was looking at her proudly, and a little shocked. Her emotions were a little erratic at the moment, he concluded but went along with whatever she had planned. 

 "This will need to be a group effort. I am not going to be the only one on this team treating him kindly from now on. We all include him, compliment him, praise him, and bond with him. I refuse to have one of my paladins consistently unhappy. Shiro, I am going to need your help talking to the others- especially Hunk. I don’t know what he’ll do to me when he finds out what I told Lance.” Shiro and Allura collectively shivered.


“Understood, princess.” Shiro nodded and rose from the bed.


“Thank you for helping me, Shiro. I really do appreciate it.” Allura smiled fondly, which Shiro mistakenly assumed was gratitude, and took her leave.
 

“I’ll see you in the control room soon!” Allura called behind her shoulder, leaving Shiro to his own thoughts. 

Shiro had a lot of apologizing to do as well. He had brushed off Lance’s own feelings and problems, and he felt like shit for it.
 

Allura was determined to set things right between her and Lance, and marched her ass down to the control room. Once there, she pulled up a transparent screen, and clicked a few buttons, dragged a few knobs down, and there was the sound of a soft alarm.  

 It wasn’t blaring, but it wasn’t loud enough to where you could ignore it. She played it in every room except for Lance’s. She needed to talk to every paladin except for him. She needed to discuss the issues they were making when they came into contact with Lance.  

 She needed to fix this. 

 And she was going to fix it right. Now.

Pidge, Keith, Hunk, Coran, and Shiro all made their way to the control room, their thoughts seemingly somewhere else.

Pidge was looking down at the ground, timing their steps.

Keith was looking forward solemnly, lost in thought.

Shiro was focused on the task at hand.

Coran was fiddling with the end of his mustache.

Hunk’s stomach was aching for some food.

They entered the control room as a collective unit, the team taking notice that Lance was not in the room with them.

Coran sighed and made his way to the exit.

“I’ll go wake the boy up.” Coran sighed sleepily, and Allura stopped him before he could physically leave.


“Coran, I purposely did not wake him up. I called you here specifically to talk about Lance.” The team, excluding Shiro, tensed, and anxiety blossomed in their guts.


“What about Lance?” Hunk was the first to speak, anxiety evident in his voice. 

The aura of the room was cold… Too cold.


“There is no need for alarm Hunk- I checked on Lance earlier. Physically speaking, he is unharmed.” Allura lied, images of Lance’s crimson stained floor coming to mind, memories of her crying in the doorway. 


Thank god he’s a deep sleeper.’ Allura thought to herself, images of the now cleaned and properly bandaged cuts across Lance’s forearms flashing across her train of thought.

She had scrubbed the quiznak out of his floor, and rummaged through a majority of his things(which she argued over doing for who knows how many minutes), and confiscated all sharp items he might have been able to harm himself with. 

She had found him earlier that morning, wanting to apologize, but after finding him in such terrible shape, her confidence shattered, and she didn’t know how to approach the situation.

But now she did.

“We need to talk about the manner in which we treat Lance.” Allura sighed, looking at the ground in disappointment.


“Princess, I can assure you we-” Coran began, but Allura smiled at him reassuringly, showing that she was not upset with any of them.

She turned back to the rest of the group, smiling sadly.

“I have noticed that our attitudes towards him are less than acceptable. In fact, our tendencies to snap at him and reprimand him mercilessly make me angry. Not only that- they damage him and his well being.” Pidge made an act to protest, but Allura raised her hand to silence them.


“I am no exception to this. I made a particularly rude multitude of comments to Lance last night, and I believe I caused him to second guess his position on this team and his usefulness to the rest of us.” Allura’s voice cracked on the last sentence, and the room was eerily silent.


“Oh my God…” Hunk whispered, and a shiver ran up Allura’s spine.


She inhaled shakily, gathering as much courage as possible to get through the next sentences. 

“He had suggested that I try talking about Altea. He told me it might’ve eased some of the pain that came with losing it. I told him that I didn’t want to talk about a planet that no longer existed.” Allura sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Hesitantly, she continued.

“When he had tried to apologize… I…” 

That’s when the tears began to flow.


They were unrelenting, and they were an endless testament to her guilt.

“I told him that I was a fool to make him the blue paladin. I told him he did more harm than good. That I didn’t want his help. I called him useless! I messed up so badly- I let my quiznaking emotions get the better of me and I took out all my pent up anger out on him- and now he’s upset and doubting himself, and it’s all my fault.” Allura finished off with a sob and collapsed to the ground.

The team watched as the princess clasped her hands over her face in shame.

None of them knew what to do- but they had a pretty good idea.

Hunk was the first to move towards her and crouched down to look her in the eye.

“I will never forgive you for hurting my best friend. Especially Lance.” Hunk whispered, lifting her chin up to look her in the eyes. Allura’s lip quivered.


“But, I love him enough to where I will help him forgive you.” Hunk smiled and pulled Allura into a tight hug.

She helplessly sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. She hadn’t been hugged in such a way since she had needed to delete her father’s AI.

It stung.


But in a good way.

Pidge burst into tears, and rushed to Hunk and Allura, joining in on the cuddle fest, sobbing uncontrollably. They were upset that Allura was the reason that Lance was unhappy last night, but yelling at her wasn’t going to resolve anything for the Voltron team, so instead, they joined in.

Coran joined in afterward, walking forwards and comforting Pidge and Allura.

Before long, Keith and Shiro were tugged into the bunch(much to their discomfort, but they went with it anyway), and they stayed like that for a few ticks, until finally pulling apart.

Allura was the first to speak.

“I think we all know what we have to do.” Allura looked up at the rest of the team, determination dripping off her tone.


Shiro grinned, Coran nodded, Pidge smirked, and Hunk gave her a thumbs up.

They turned to Keith, who had his eyes on a particularly interesting crack in the floor.

He sighed.

“I think I need to do more than that. I need to confess to him.” Keith mumbled, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Holy quiznak.”


part one   part three

Buddies

MASTERLIST

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Epilogue

Request: Hey, I was hoping that you could write an imagine for me💙 I was thinking about an sebastian stan x reader where the reader has just become famous and is always talking about their crush on Seb when she was younger, and then he notices and starts having this one night stand type of relationship with the reader, until he starts to have feelings for her. Can the reader be a really ironic, strong and unreliable person at the beginning, who doesn’t believe in true love, that at end falls in love and changes her mind?

A/N: Hiiii, sory for taking so long! I wrote a few other versions of this but decided to settle with this one. Hopefully I made the right choice. There will be a second part, probably quite a few more parts. When is the second one coming? I have no idea. Hope you enjoy reading this!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 4,308

Warnings: none??


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
WC: 2223

HEAVY NSFW BELOW!

It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

Prompto’s eyes went wide.

“Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

“It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

“Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

“Hmm, maybe I will.”

“You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

“Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

“I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

“I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

He loved her so much.

Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

“What was that for?”

By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

“I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

“Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

She is so beautiful

He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

“A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

“[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

“I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

To hell with the guys!

He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

“Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

“Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

“S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

“Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

“[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

“I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

“I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

“I really want you [Name].”

“I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

“Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

God he just loved her.

“Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

“Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

“Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

“I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

“You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

“I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

“M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too Prompto.”

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13

Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Hella Angst. 

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.

Title: It’s All Too Much. 

MASTERLIST 

After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.

“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.

Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.

“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.

Keep reading

theartofdreaming1  asked:

Hey, I had a random idea that could work as a prompt: AU meet-cute (because I'm a sucker for these) - Jake and Amy are seated next to each other on a flight and Amy is super uncomfortable/ close to freaking out (maybe because of her claustrophobia?) and Jake helps her calm down and they spend the rest of the flight talking? I dunno; random idea is random ^^;

I’M HYPERVENTILATIGN This prompt didn’t just… kill me it leapt off my screen and punched me in the face!! In the best way possible ofc

also I’m lowkey in the mood for this bc I’m travelling so much over the next couple weeks!! I loooovvvveeeee it ok I won’t waste time let’s just jump into it:

It’s at around 7:18pm, sat in the airport lounge waiting for her flight, that Amy Santiago figures out that she is most likely receiving a death glare from the woman sat opposite because she hasn’t stopped tapping her fingernails against her passport for the last ten minutes.

As soon as this realisation hits her she snaps out of it, immediately feeling the odd hollowness created by the absence of her nervous tick.

It’s not her fault. Flying is and always has been one of her worst fears- though nowadays, she’s mostly been able to subdue the anxiety for the sake of adult life, childhood nightmares of falling from the sky long behind her, sometimes it simply gets the better of her.

This, by all accounts, would be one of those times.

Keep reading

myurlisgone  asked:

Hey! I found your blog a few weeks ago and I absolutely love it! Your writing is so amazing, it catches aaaaalll of my attention (and I usually get distracted while reading). You have inspired me to write again (It's been 2-3 years), thank you so much! I'm looking forward to read anything you write next! May I request how the guys would have confessed to Candy? (Let's pretend episode 28 never happened). XOXO

I think it was obvious the boys would have definitely kissed Candy earlier on their picnic outing with her…if only Iris and Thomas hadn’t shown up at the park. Oh well. Let’s think of some other possible scenarios. And just in time for Valentine’s Day!

Nathaniel: We (our Candy) overheard Nathaniel conversing with another character (I can’t remember who) about how he also enjoys reading poetry when he’s not nose deep in a good detective novel. I think, given the opportunity he would have still confessed in the library, but would have perhaps slipped a note in Candy’s locker saying to meet him after school there. Once everyone else had left and it was just the two of them, he would perhaps use the excuse that he was looking for a poem to use for a project and wanted her help. After going through several books, he would finally reach for the one he already planned to grab and flipped it open to the poem he wanted. He would show it to Candy and ask what she thought, watching her eyes light up and a soft smile form on her lips as she read it. She would express how it was just lovely and he should use it for his project for sure. Then he would confess to Candy that it was actually one of his favorites…because it reminded him of her. Candy would take a second to register what he had just said to her, moved by his confession and relieved as she liked him too. And then they would share a passionate kiss.

Castiel: Castiel is not really the romantic type, though he has his better moments around Candy. His favorite thing to do seems to be walking Candy home when he has a chance, even though she lives the opposite direction of where he lives. Castiel has even invited her out with him while he walks Demon. A perfect opportunity for more one on one time together. So one day, after school, he would find Candy and offer to walk her home again. Thankfully she accepted. As they approached the park, he stopped her and offers to buy her a drink while they just hang out for a bit, promising he’ll get her something besides water this time. Candy is skeptical of him so nice, wondering when the sarcasm was going to show up, but accepts this offer nonetheless. They end up having a good time, laughing, joking and poking fun at each other. It starts to get a bit late as they lose track of time and Castiel keeps his promise to walk Candy home, but this time holding hand the rest of the way. As they pass through the park, he stops at the park gate near her home and gives her a genuine smile as he admits he had fun hanging out out with her. It was never boring and he always looked forward to it. She would blush, not sure how to respond. And then he would lean in for a kiss, to which she kissed back.

Lysander: Someone had posted screen caps of Lysander from the earlier episodes and Candy asking if she could ever have the chance to read or see his work/song lyrics, since he wrote such a beautiful poem for Rosa on behalf of Leigh. He mentions how one day maybe he would show her. I agree that this probably would have been the way he would have confessed to Candy. They would be hanging out by the fountain like they did while studying together that one episode and having a nice conversation, or just people watching and enjoying each others company in silent bliss. Lysander would look at Candy while she wasn’t paying attention and would smile as he pulled out his journal (for once he had it on him), and would start writing in it. Candy would notice that he seemed hard at work and would leave him him be for a bit before he spoke up. Lysander would remind her of when he said he would show her some of his work one day, to which she would nod eagerly. He would pass her his journal and let her read a few pages before flipping to the page he had just written on, confessing his feelings for her, and how she has been his biggest inspiration while writing song lyrics lately. Candy would look at him, stunned, as he patiently waited for her response. She would hug his journal to her chest, wanting to keep it close to her heart before they share a tender kiss.

Kentin: Kentin feels like his feelings for Candy are obvious and transparent, but he still needs conformation from her that she likes him to the same extent. He would invite her out on another picnic, hoping no one would bother them this time. So instead of going to the park, they went on a nature trail. The would find a nice open clearing with fresh grass, tress for shade, a few wild flowers here and there and a small creek. They would set up the blanket and enjoy a few sandwiches and some fruit like last time and then lie down to watch the clouds and point out shapes while reminiscing over their childhood. As Candy continued to look at the clouds, Kentin would excuse himself for a minute, promising to come right back. While gone, he would be a little off in the distance, picking a few wild flowers to make a small bouquet. When he returned, he would hold behind his back and make her close her eyes. Candy would sit up and humor him, curious. Then he would tell her to open them to see the flowers. She would be touched by his gesture, thinking it was very much him. She would happily take them while he took one flower and put it in her hair, saying she was prettier than any flower in existence. She would press her forehead against his and they would kiss.

Armin: These feelings are very new to Armin, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do to confess to Candy that he liked her…a lot. What to do, what to do….the only thing he could turn to for references or examples of what to do was the internet and a bunch of chick flicks and romantic comedy movies. He liked the ones from the 80′s so he began some extensive research. He didn’t have a car like Jake in 16 Candles, nor did he know anyone with such a car. He didn’t have a boombox to blare a song outside Candy’s bedroom window. Eventually he would come up with a plan B. He would start up a conversation with Candy about RomComs and eventually ask her what her favorite one was and why. After he got her answer, he would put in a bit of effort to reenact her favorite scene (which turned out to be a fun but genuine confession) from the movie she talked about, to win her over. This would all take place after school when everyone else was gone. Candy was the only audience that mattered for this. She would be slightly embarrassed and on the verge of getting misty eyed by his efforts, but above all she would smile so brightly as Armin took her in his arms and embraced her before giving her a kiss full of determination.

anonymous asked:

44 Msr please!

44. “You need to see a doctor.”

Scully absent-mindedly chews on her lower lip; her eyes are glued to the screen, not blinking once. She doesn’t do this often; indulge in a silly romantic comedy on a Saturday night with a glass of wine and, if she feels really frisky, some Ben & Jerry’s. It’s one of the very rare occasions that she even finds herself at home on a weekend. She and Mulder wrapped their latest case on Thursday and while she wrote the report, Mulder desperately searched for some unexplained phenomenon that would save his weekend. Monster and aliens, however, seemed to be in need of a quiet weekend as well, and so he came up empty-handed. Not that Scully is complaining.

Oh darling, do you have any idea, any idea at all how much I love you?” Scully leans forward, nearer to the screen, as if that would transport her right into the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. She’s seen this movie a thousand times, yet she fears the heroine is going to make a different choice. Maybe this won’t end in a kiss. Perhaps there is no happily ever after. Her elbows dig into her thighs as finally the characters close in, their mouths coming closer, meeting almost, and she can feel it tingling in her toes, her fingers and her belly and they’re almost there and-

“Scully, are you in there?” Mulders voice tears through the fantasies. He knocks, frantically, and the moment is destroyed. She throws one last glance at the screen, but she’s missed it. The credits are rolling already, her lovers gone. Scully grunts, turns off the TV and opens the door to a confused Mulder.

“I thought you might not be home.” Scully was prepared to be angry with him; it’s late and he is, albeit unknowingly, crashing her solitary movie night. But all her complaints fly out the door when she sees his pale complexion, his glassy eyes.

“Mulder, what is the matter? Are you sick?” She ushers him in, not in the least concerned that she’s only wearing pajama pants and a rather revealing tank top.

“Uhm, I had a little, well, accident.” Scully immediately checks his head. Somehow he always ends up hurting his head. Her hands run through his hair, leaving it messy, but there’s not a scratch on him. Stepping back a bit she finally sees the strange way he’s holding his arm. Carefully, she touches him there and he winces.

“Mulder, what did you do?” She sighs seeing his swollen wrist.

“Just a little accident and it would have been fine, really,” he nods at her, or to himself, “but then I got dizzy and well, here I am.”

“You need to see a doctor.” Scully tells him, her fingers gently prodding his wrist.

“That’s why I’m here.” His grin is no more than a grimace. She can only guess in how much pain he is.

“Mulder, I don’t have x-ray vision, you know.”

“You don’t? And here I thought you were Supergirl.”

“I think you’re delusional. How did you even get here?” Scully leads him over to the couch. She sees him glance at the half finished ice cream and her glass of wine. He hesitates, uncertain suddenly, but she gently pushes him and he sits down.

“You didn’t drive, did you? Please tell me you didn’t drive.”

“I took a cab.” He tells her. He leans against the back of the couch, his eyes drifting close.

“Mulder, I’m gonna get dressed and then I’ll take you to the hospital. You’re scaring me.” Scully puts her hand on his forehead; despite his pale complexion he feels warm. Too warm.

“I like what you’re wearing,” he smirks with half open eyes, “Don’t change.”

“This is not exactly appropriate attire for the ER. I’ll be right back.” Scully cups his cheek briefly, feels his light stubble and fights the sudden urge to kiss him there. She sprints into her bedroom, exchanges her pajama pants for jeans and quickly puts on a t-shirt. She looks somewhat presentable, she decides, and returns to the living room. Mulder, of course, is asleep, his head slightly tilted, his lips lightly opened as if he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. She hates waking him, but he needs to see a doctor and have his wrist examined; she fears it might be broken. Only Mulder would manage to hurt himself on their weekend off. Gently, she touches his cheek again - definitely too warm - and he opens his eyes.

“Come on, Mulder. You can sleep as soon as we have your wrist checked out.” She still has no idea what even happened. He owes her an explanation. Right now though, she just wants him to move and get going.

Mulder gets up, looking sluggish, and leaning against her.

“Scully?”

“Hm?”

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” The words surprise her and she almost lets go of him.

“Of course you can. But first we have to go to a hospital.” She feels him nod against her. Scully settles him against the wall once they reach the hallway so she can lock her door. As soon as she’s done, she sneaks her arm around his waist, holding him, leading him.

“Scully?” His voice tickles her ear; he’s just so close to her.

“When get back… can you put on that tank top again?”

  • Yang: *Yang walked into the office of her wife who is hard at work despite it being so late at night.* Hey Blakey. Time for bed.
  • Blake: Uh-huh. Just give me a few minutes. *Blake mutter, typing at her computer without even looking from the screen.*
  • Yang: Sigh, Really Blake?
  • Blake: *Blake's ears perked up as she paused for a moment raise her head to see her wife in her pj's crossing her arms.* What?
  • Yang: You are doing it again.
  • Blake: Doing what?
  • Yang: *Yang sighed loudly, rolling her eyes as she walks over to the deck Blake sat at.* You are over working yourself again with the White Fang. Again.
  • Blake: What? No I'm not. *Blake frowned.*
  • Yang: Yeah. You are. *Yang corrected, taking a seat on Blake's desk Watching her wife checking her body out.*
  • Blake: Sigh, Yang. *Blake started, shaking her head slightly to regain her focus.* I have an important document I have to go for my dad about the new Faunus human worker's rights in Atlas. I'll be with you in bed once I'm done. I promises. *Blake said as she began to type once more which was halted by Yang hopping off the desk and turning her chair towards her blonde wife.* Hey.
  • Yang: But you said that for the past four night, kitten. Most of which you didn't come to bed till four in the morning, getting only an hour of sleep or didn't at all. Plus last night you didn't at all. You fell asleep right here. *Yang reminded Blake as she leaned down to eye level with the cat faunus.*
  • Blake: *Blake quietly gulped and a glance down Yang's loose top reveal much like must nights they slept Yang wore nothing underneath.* I lost track of time is all.
  • Yang: Yeah I know. That's why I came in here to save my beautiful wife from her workaholic self. *Yang smiled placing her hand on her chest as she took a dramatic pose.*
  • Blake: Heh, What's that suppose to mean? *Blake smiled back at her wife's goofiness.*
  • Yang: What time is it?
  • Blake: *Blake Raised an eyebrow and turned her head to the clock.* Uh, It's like nine sommmmmmmmmmmmmmmfuck. *She curse not realizing that is was nearly one o'clock in the morning.*
  • Yang: *As Blake groaned, massaging her tired eyes, Yang took this opportunity to take a mount herself in Blake's lap facing here as she wraps her arms around her shoulders and giving her wife a kiss.* I know that it is important to you that after all of your hard work of taking back the White Fang and actually making great headway on equal right for Faunus. I know you want to help out you dad and mom as much as you can and I will help in every way I can. But you have to slow down. I love you and hate to see you work yourself to death. *Yang smiled, kissing Blake softly as the cat Faunus places her hands on Yang's hips, leaning forward to deepen the kiss.*
  • Blake: Hehehe, okay. Okay. You made your point, babe. I'll call it a night and We'll go to bed. *She laughed as Yang kissed her cat ear as she saved her work and turned off her computer.*
  • Yang: Yay. My kitty is getting a full night sleep tomorrow!. *Yang cheers throwing up hands briefly before Kiss Blake again.*
  • Blake: Yes Ye-Wait? Tomorrow? Why not... to... *Blake questioned until Yang removed her top.*
  • Yang: Well. *Yang smirked* It's already late. May as well stay up and have fun. Wouldn't you agree? *Yang asked slowly removing Blake's shirt.*
  • Blake: I wasn't tired anyway. *Blake smiled as she picked Yang to move themselves to a more comfortable lace to have their fun.*
  • ~Two days later~
  • Kali: So How are my girls?
  • Yang: We're great. Blake is sleeping now.
  • Kali: And the advise I gave you?
  • Yang: Works like a charm.
  • Kali: Hahaha. Like Father like daughter.

anonymous asked:

i have no idea if you're looking for langst prompts but here we go during a mission lotor shows up and voltron starts getting their butts handed to them and lotor hijacks their intercoms and addresses blue lotor is like well lance they never really liked you and all this stuff and so lance is like yeah yeh youre right my dude so lance forces them to break apart and goes to him hes joined the dark side skip forward and the paladins see lance and he looks better than before but tryin' to kill them

YESSSS!!!! I’ve wanted to do something like this for awhile! 

“Alright everyone stay in formation, just because we cleared this area doesn’t mean that the fight is over.” Shiro’s stern voice traveled over the coms and Lance nodded and moved backed into his position. 

“This fight seemed too easy, like they were holding back.” Keith stated as he flew next to the black lion. 

“I agree with Keith, for once.” Lance mumbled as he gripped Blue’s controls tighter. 

A few snickers filled the coms and a small smile grew across Lance’s face. 

“Guys….. What is that? Hunk’s panic voice filled the coms and Lance looked through Blue and saw what Hunk had just saw. 

“What the hell?” Lance’s eyes widen at the giant Galra ship that came out of a wormhole right in front of the 5 paladins. 

Keep reading

In Public

Hello! I’m Rose, or inisiblemalum, and I’m hopefully going to be a 5SOS writing blog. This is my first publication of my own work on here, and part of me knows I’m gonna look back and cringe because it’s a cheese-fest, but I figure everyone starts somewhere, right? Hopefully you enjoy this cheesy first fanfic; I’m open to requests as well :)

Summary: Calum misses you while you’re busy with class.

Words: 1k

“—and thus, the hydrogen peroxide mixed with the—”

You let out a sigh as your chemistry teacher droned on and on about balanced equations and solvents. Then, suddenly you heard your phone vibrate from the front of your school bag and you reached down in an attempt to find the device. Once your phone was in your hand, you glanced up at your teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before checking your notifications. You let out a breathy laugh to see that you had three texts illuminating the screen. 

From: Calum

9:56am

Babe

From: Calum

9:56am

Y/N

From: Calum

9:58am

Answer meee

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics before swiftly unlocking your phone and typing up a quick response.

To: Calum

9:59am

Whattt

Hitting the ‘send’ button and locking the screen, you placed your phone on your thigh and diverted your attention back to the teacher’s lecture. Not that you were paying much attention. Once again, you felt your phone buzz and noticed an annoyed look from the girl sitting next to you. You discreetly lifted a certain finger in her direction before reading the most recent text from Calum.

From: Calum

9:59am

I miss u

You tried to contain your smile as you hastily responded.

To: Calum

9:59am

Oh?

You had barely even sent your reply before another text bubble appeared on the screen.

From: Calum

9:59am

Come meet me by the bathrooms

From: Calum

10:00am

Please?? It’s important

You rolled your eyes once more, sending your boyfriend one more reply before you raised your hand, asking your teacher if you could be excused.

///\

You had barely turned the corner when you felt a hand grasp your wrist and the next thing you knew, you were pressed against the wall between the two bathrooms with a pair of familiar lips attached to your own. When Calum finally broke away, out of breath and grinning proudly, you managed to scowl at him and lightly punch his arm.

“Calum!” you scolded. “We’re in public!”

His cocky smirk only seemed to grow at your statement. “Public? Y/N, it’s school, during second period. People do way worse things around here than kissing.”

“Still,” you said. You noticed that you were still backed against the wall with mere inches between the two of you. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “What was so important that you needed me to miss part of class?”

Once again, Calum smiled knowingly and you inwardly groaned. “There wasn’t anything, was there?” In response, he leaned forward and pecked your lips. Then he did it again, and again, and yet again until you finally gave in, letting your fingers tangle in his dark hair and kissing him back. “I can’t believe—” you began when he pulled away for air before diving back in, “that you just—texted me like that—and—there wasn’t even—anything important,” you were breathlessly trying to scold him but he kept on interrupting by bombarding you with kisses, and you were gradually finding it harder and harder to focus.

“Please,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your hairline. “Don’t act like you really care.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, moving your hands from where they were initially resting and wrapping your arms around his torso, your head finding its place against his chest where you could feel his heart beating loud and fast. Calum enveloped you in his own arms, rocking back and forth on his feet and pressing his lips once more to the top of your head. “Also,” he mumbled into your hair, “I think seeing you is pretty important. And also kissing you. Can’t get enough.”

“Alright, you big cheese,” you chuckled before pulling away from him. “It’s been like five minutes already. I gotta get back.”

“I’m way more interesting than chem.”

“True,” you mused, “but not many things can top mixtures and solutions.”

“Mmm, sexy chemical reactions.”

“Shut up, dork. I’ll see you for lunch.”

You were about to walk away when Calum reached out and spun you back towards him once more, planting one last, sensual kiss on your lips before releasing your arm and grinning again. You playfully rolled your eyes and blew him an overly-exaggerated kiss, complete with batting your eyelashes, before finally turning and walking back toward your class.

You were oblivious to the radiant smile gracing your boyfriend’s features as he watched your retreating figure before he turned on his heel and headed in the direction of his own classroom.

masterlist!

request!

anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your writing. Can you please do #14 with the Uni prompt. Also I submitted a prompt request last week, and I don't know if you wrote it and I missed it, or if you haven't gotten to it yet. I hope that didn't sound rude or that I'm rushing you. I'm sorry if it does.

Hey, friend! Do you remember what your request was? I have a few still waiting in my inbox that I haven’t written yet… If you let me know which one, I can bump it up though and no worries, it’s not rushing me, I definitely need a kick in the pants sometimes anyway! ♥ If I did post it though, you can check here

Extra long one for making you wait for your other request! 

title: Are You Still Watching
pairing: nalu
rating: K+
words: ~2100
summary: Lucy needs a break from her overbearing father. What better way than watching Netflix over someone’s shoulder at the library? (prompt from here)

Her father has Lucy on a leash even halfway across Fiore and it’s a little unsettling to the outside eye to see that he calls her the exact second glasses are supposed to end with a demand worded as a request. He only lets her go to school, really, so he can flaunt the fact that his daughter was getting a business degree to take over for him. Something to brag about to his friends.

It was strange, really, how she went from only worthy of marrying someone and granting him a grandson to the actual heir to his business. She doesn’t quite know which one is better, really, because at least as a baby-making machine she was left to her own interests, as far as though interests didn’t interfere with matchmaking. 

Now, as an adult, she’s stuck under his thumb worse than ever and it’s only the creative writing classes that keeps her going. Maybe it’s not polite to admit she’ll skip out from under his thumb and out of school the moment she can’t take them anymore, but she figures if he can bully her into attending school, she can damn well take a class she actually likes.

Keep reading

Finding Words

Son Family Week

GoChi Day (5/7)

Prompt: Long Distance

Author Notes: If I ever do get around to writing a GoChi military AU, this would probably be a scene in it. Something where Goku is away for long stretches of time and Chi-Chi is left at home, often raising the children by herself. And all those complications that come with it, and how they deal and.. yeah… anyway… not sure if this is what people were imagining when I was talking about it, but hey, this is just a snippet of an AU I have planned hah…

Pairing: Goku x Chi-Chi

Words: 1,975

AU Setting: Military, Modern

Title: Finding Words

~!~

Keep reading

[fic] flying planes with paper wheels to the same Achilles’ heels

For someone who claims to want no part in the idea of soulmates, Annabeth’s life seems to revolve around it quite often.

(Have a soulmates!AU for my 800 followers mark fic. Sorry I haven’t been active as often recently. Uni is kicking my ass so hard this year.

Trigger warning for suicide of a minor character. It isn’t explicit but still.) 

In this life, there is only one person who gets to be your other half, and this is decided the moment you are born.

At birth, each person is Marked with something similar to a tattoo on their body. It can be an inscription, an image, or even something as straightforward as a full name. Whatever it is, the Mark is supposed to lead you to your soulmate.

Annabeth Chase does not believe in the concept of soulmates.

To her, having her other half decided for her the moment she was born isn’t hopeful or reassuring like those stupid soulmate commercials peg it as. To her, it’s suffocating and controlling. It’s Fate and the universe trying to take her choices away from her. 

So she tells herself that, no, she will not look for her soulmate. In fact, a small part of her even wants to swear that she won’t end up with her soulmate, just to prove a point. Whenever she tells people about this, they give her bemused looks, like they thought she was breaking some sort of unspoken law.

Well, she has always been a little rebellious; what difference does this make?

Keep reading

'Opposites Attract'

requested by teenagedorkbags

summary: with Ashton blind and me deaf we never thought it could ever work, but he wouldn’t stop trying

warningif you liked ’I See You’ you’ll love this (also it’s really long)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Justice League Christmas headcanons? I'd prefer some lighter ones because I've been in a sucky mood lately, but whatever works! (I'm also sorry if this is too early in the season, I'm just really looking forward to December ><)

  • the watchtower has seen all kinds of christmas parties. from the whole station being deserted because each hero’s spending time with their families, to only a couple of members sticking around to either get some quiet down time or because there’s hell on earth and they’re monitoring for the rest of the team still on the planet fending off the bad guys. to hal getting completely smashed while every hero family has arrived and barry’s trying to keep him on a leash. unsuccesfully. hal’s now projecting pictures of his naked baby self using his ring. please stop him
  • diana proposed the idea of recording messages in various languages about various holidays (kwanzaa, hanukkah, christmas etc) wishing a happy celebratory time, so every year from december 1st until a week or two after new year’s eve (unless brainiac or darkseid got an itch again), wayne industries funds these short video recordings that play all around the world, on big screens, the radio, tv, internet etc. batman may or may not be smiling in some of them too? (gasp)
  • one year, it somehow happened that two nights before christmas alfred managed to get clark and diana under the same roof with the batfam for dinner and not only was there no crime in gotham that night, jason randomly popped up near diana and started chatting her up. she always replied with a big smile to his wide-eyed questions and by the time everyone left, jason was sure he had fallen in love
  • cue early days justice league mission at the end of december, hal asking arthur if, when he sets up a christmas tree under the sea, all the ornaments keep floating upwards and then trying to get him to sing the little mermaid’s under the sea tune. until arthur randomly mutters it in the middle of a battle and when hal turns around like “DID YOU JUST”, arthur pretends he doesn’t know what he’s talking about
  • barry. hanging special, speed-resistant pompoms at the end of his cowl’s bolts. kids seeing him and going WILD
  • children hospitals buzzing all over the states even two months before the holidays start because they know the justice league will make their yearly rounds and spend some time with them. the first time batman started giving out christmas pouches filled with small toys and presents “endorsed by wayne inc.” one of the kids just hugged him out of the blue because “you’re my present”
  • victor getting tired of his team’s bullshit and playing “last christmas” on repeat 24/7. every cover and edition that’s ever been posted online. several members try to override the console; vic just turns on the volume. half of the heroes want to jump off the station and straight into the empty vacuum of dead cold space, and the other half enjoy the first half being annoyed
  • secret santa. maybe someone arranges it so, maybe (and more likely) it’s hal’s nonexistent luck, but he’s got batman. after careful thinking and meticulous planning, he comes up with an onion on the 25th. just an onion. he actually hands it to him. “family should be with family during the holidays”
  • (bruce actually smiles to him, a full, earnest smile—maybe he finds it legitimately funny—and hal jumps two steps back because a) this shit’s creepy b) he’ll have to spend the next four months with his back against the wall because he can feel the payback coming. you done fucked up again)
  • the team just generally saving christmas day. not necessarily from a big bad, but simply allowing people to get the christmas they want, to be with their families and have fun, even if they just stopped a small bodega robbery. they start clapping and wooing and most of the crowd lets them know their homes are always open to them, to their heroes
10

Cause you, you’re loved and you’re alive. - A SBGC Playlist

I hit 100 followers on this blog! Thank you guys so much! I’m so glad Switchblades and Gym Class has become a part of my life and i’m so grateful of the friends I’ve made through it! As a little thank you I’ve made another playlist for Elyse, Lawrence, and James. And this time I decided to write a little thing to go with it! Special thanks to @hubersqueue for pretty much creating Elyse and giving me something to be stupidly inspired by. I hope you all like it and make sure to let me know what you think! Thanks again. I love all of you! 

(SBGC created by @hausofgreene, Elyse is not canon)

“OW! It hurts!”

“Oh shut up you big baby.” Elyse nudged James’ shoulder from where she was standing beside him in the garage at Basecamp. She kissed his cheek and went to join Lawrence who was sitting on the floor nearby.

“Yeah, mine didn’t hurt at all!” Lawrence laughed as Elyse crawled into his lap and nuzzled her face into his neck.

Keep reading

SoMa Week Day 1: Geeking Out

omg I don’t even know what this is BUT I DID IT AND NOW IT’S HERE. This is weird cracky nonsense that is in no way based on my real life in any way whatsoever. Enjoy, maybe? I’m going to try and do multiple prompts this week I SWEAR.

◦°˚\(*❛‿❛)/˚°◦SOMA WEEEEEEEEK


The air in Death City smelled like ozone and rain. Maka frowned up at the gray clouds billowing overhead – the city only got a handful of thunderstorms during the rainy season, if they got any at all, and it was pretty late in the year for one. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the clouds cooled everything down, but even though they blocked the chuckling sun, the humidity was still murder. Sweat clung to her brow with nowhere to go and her pigtails hung limply on either side of her head.

With one last scowl at the sky, she stomped into Deathbucks and breathed an immediate sigh of relief. The AC blasted her with cool, dry air and it felt amazing. She stood in place and let other people move around her for a full minute before she reluctantly went off to find Soul.

Even her weapon’s standout looks were lost in the crowd of DWMA students that milled about, occupying nearly every seat and sipping on concoctions that looked far too complicated for Maka’s taste. What was so wrong with regular old strong-enough-to-kill black coffee? Ew, that girl’s blended-whatever was green.

At long last, she spotted Soul sulking in the corner with his laptop, his expression as bored as always while he stared at the screen. At least he’d used his patented “fuck off forever” look to save her a sliver of seat next to him.

Keep reading