i'm sorry this is really stupid but i made myself laugh


AU! — Alpha!Ivar x Omega!Reader.

so, this is going to some A/B/O AU’s i’m gonna be making for vikings. a lot of people liked the idea, apparently, so, of course the first one is going to be Ivar. 

let’s see if i can do the smut again guys. it’s been years since i’ve written anything this detailed. hopefully this turns out okay.

i’m so sorry for the damage anyone gets from reading this. i am nasty as hell. despite being a virgin like. just start calling me super freak.

i really need to go to church after this.

tags: @siren-kitten-his @bloodyivar @tiredofthisgeneration

this has absolutely no plot. none. i wanted to make it that way, but i knew if i did i’d make another series and no one wants that right now. i know all you dirty bastards want is sex. i know i do.

warnings(prepare this is a long list i just wanna be thorough): sex, cunnilingus, rutting, multiple orgasms, rimming, slight!anal, fingering, oral(giving/receiving), dub/sub, dub-con, slight blood, biting, slapping, kind of abuse, deep throating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), talk of impregnation, breeding kink, REALLY ROUGH a lot of kinks okay? just all together really fucking filthy raunchy fuck me running smut. i really wouldn’t advise reading this unless you need mental help like i do. please

A fool.

A hopeless, helpless, absolutely fucking pathetic fool. But oh, did playing the fool pleasure you in various ways, words not having the glory to ever come close to explaining. 

How he would look at you, a single glance searching through a crowd of people and your lungs would constrict, drowning in his raging ocean. A flick of his wrist, a feathery touch of his talented knives. A single word from his sharp tongue, rolling like thunder to your ears would have you on your knees in a matter of seconds. You were a fool each time for following his careful gaze; when his expression would be light, calling in a frightened animal to his jaws, comforting as he would ghost his fingers over the skin of your neck. His trap was laid out clear, not covered by any disguise, and you would kneel into it every time with open arms.

How could you not?

 It was simply nature, you’d like to tell yourself, a false hope on the wings of a flightless bird. He held power, so much power in his tanned hands, and it was not an option to follow your Alpha’s command  — or any for that matter. It was etched into your soul, your very core that dripped with slick down your thighs as you inhaled deeply, his rough fingers gripping your hair tighter, guiding your head downwards. There was no need to command you, you were all too willing to spread your legs for Ivar the Boneless, no matter the condition, but he was sick, enjoying it when you put up a little resistance as though you could actually think for yourself.

There was nothing too it, and yet, it was everything you lived for, your nose digging into his pelvic done as your forced your head down, your skull pounding under his grip. You couldn’t help but whimper just at the scent of him, how it surrounded you, ate you like a wild beast in the night, and with every passing noise that escaped your mouth, he would only laugh. He knew, of course he knew, opening your jaw as wide as you could, glancing up at his sharp features through your lashes, there was nothing but lust in his expression as his nostrils flared and your hips rutted against the air. 

You were disgusting, you knew, groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around his cock, wiping the head of it around your swollen lips and tapping it along your outstretched tongue. “Fuck, just look at you..” Just his voice caused your eyes to roll in the back of his head, and the way you thighs quaked you could of come undone as he slid into your watering mouth. You wasted no time, whinning around his taste, never getting enough of his smell as you began working on him; bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue and sucking on him like your life depended on it. “That’s right, little lamb, just like that…” Ivar praised, a growl resonating in his bare chest, and you sneaked a peak up, watching his muscles jerk as her moved.

Despite the hot saliva dripping down your chin, you met his gaze and held it as you continued to take him deeper and deeper   — a dangerous move, connecting eyes with an Alpha, but the curl of his lips, mixing with a snarl only egged you further. He loved it when you watched him, when he could see into your soul as you swallowed him down, as you choked on him. “So beautiful. Gods, I trained you so well..” And he pushed deeper, forcing you to do just that, water building in the corner of your eyes as he held himself there, listening to your struggled gasps and gurgling around him. 

Holding your life in his hands was his ultimate pleasure. 

“Take it all, you whore.”

You keened, curling in on yourself as his pulled back, allowing yourself to breath for only a moment and a damn inside of you broke, your juices flooding the floor around you before he began fucking himself into your mouth. Ivar laughed, thrusting up with harsh, deep movements, keeping a slow pace and holding himself deep for several seconds at a time. Just that one word rolling form his mouth, and he knew all of your secrets, your fantasies that you had shared with him. “Did you cum already? How boring — you filthy fucking Omega.” 

There was nothing that excited you more than listening to him degrade you, put you down, and own you like you were nothing. “Almost useless,” He hissed, yanking you off his slick cock, forcing you to arch you neck at the angle he held you. Mouthing hanging open, you listening to him groan and his neck crack, looking at the pre-cum and spit that rested all around your mouth. “Maybe I should throw you to my brothers, just like this and see just how many times you can cum…” The snarl on his mouth was cruel, and his hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling your forward by your face. “Would you like that, you little slut? For me to toss you on your hands and knees, all needy and drenched in your slick, your scent attracting my brothers as they used you liked animals one by one until you were nothing but a cum soaked disaster?”

You were drowning, and there was nothing to save you, but your skin was burning as fire licked at every inch of you. You body jerked, quivering at the thought, only moans falling between your lips as you opened them to answer him, knowing Ivar loved it when you used your little voice. When you whined, and begged, told him everything you were thinking and feeling. Everything you wished he would do, only to have him punish you for ordering him around.  But tonight, oh tonight, it failed you. There was no pleasure or amusement in him now, his head pulling back before jerking forward, and something warm splattered on your cheek where bruises would surly show soon. “What was that, bitch? Use your words.”

“N-no..” You whimpered, keeping your hands on your thighs obediently, digging your nails into the thick flesh there, wanting nothing more than you reach out and touch him  — to remind him that he was all you wanted, all you had, all you ever needed. 

No?” Ivar echoed, quirking his brow and the corner of his mouth twitched up, the dimples displaying a false innocence in his smile.

You shook your head the best you could despite his vice grip, another whine erupting from you, your legs slowly spreading out as you began to rut against the air. Your back arched, baring yourself to him, submitting once more and he loosened up, allowing you to speak. “O-only you, Alpha. Want only you, only your cock..”

He hummed for a moment, his tongue darting out over thick lips, head tilting to the side as he kept a cap on his hormones, despite the clenching you could see the quivering of his muscles, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Prove it.”

Shock came over your features, and for some reason, you could feel pain erupt within your body. It was no secret that Ivar did not trust anyone, but you? You had given him everything you had, and more if possible. You would give him the world on it’s knees if you had the strength to do so. “What?” Came a dumb reply, your eyes widening.

“Are you deaf?” Exhaling sharply, like a dry laugh, he let go of your face completely, confusing you thoroughly until you were tossed to the side, a burning sensation creeping across your face and tears welled up in your eyes. But if only, it seemed to fuel the slick dirtying your body and the lust pooled in you belly. “If you make me repeat myself one more time tonight, bitch, you will be sleeping outside with the real dogs.”

Reaching down, you whined at his threat and the new grip he had on your hair, pulling you up and forward until you were on your sore knees, the wood work causing them to scrape and bleed. Again to night, you were at his face, but he only hissed at you, bringing up his free hand to stab his finger against your skull. “Since you are obviously too fucking stupid to understand…” Came his snarl, causing you to flinch as his breath ran over your nose and more slick leaked down your legs. “I want you to prove to me that I am the only one.”

Never would you admit it out-loud, but for a split-second, the tone in his voice changed as did the look in his eye, causing a part of you to fall further under his spell and soften, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he was ready to snap again. “Anything, Alpha  — anything you want.”

“If you are true to me  —  if  —  you will bare my mark…” He murmured, running the tips of his fingers on his free hand across the mating gland that rested on your neck, but it trailed down past your hardened nipples, to your womb. “And my pups.”

Honestly, just the thought of those two things could of had you cumming and rutting on his leg right there, which you did a little bit, causing him to grin, his hand flying down to your dripping center. Ivar wasted no time in pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them, causing you to howl in pleasure, grinding down against them, pushing them deeper. “Hmm, something tells me you’d be more than happy too.”

“Y-yes! Alpha, please, I — “

Pulling his fingers out, he did not remove them from your slick womanhood, only seeming to pet your cunt while he whispered a praise in your ear, listening to you come undone for the second time that night. “Such a good, good little Omega for me..”

You nodded, whimpering as he practically picked you up in his arms, your body curling around his warmth and he turned on the bed, tossing you under him, and you caught a slight glimpse of your slick glistening on his abs and arms. Resting his weight on one arm, Ivar brought up the hand that had currently been pleasing you in front of his face, his nostril flaring as he inhaled deeply, black exploding over the blue in his eyes. “You smell so fucking good…” He moaned obscenely, seemingly having trouble not sucking your juices off. Instead, he peered down at you, offering his hand out to you. “Tell me, little lamb, does it taste sweet?

Obediently, and oh so good, your mouth opened once more, your tongue rolling forth and waiting for him. They descended with a chuckle, until your lips wrapped around the two fingers and you began to suck, swirling your tongue around them with disgusting noises vibrating against his flesh. He left them still, burning his gaze into your as you drug your head back, your teeth slightly scraping his skin and you popped of them, a string of saliva connecting you. “Not as good as you,” Your voice cracked slightly as you purred, letting your eyes droop at him.

“I can’t wait.” Watching as he continued to smile at you, confusion ran through your brain until the world around you shift with a gasp   — you were once again on your knees, supporting yourself with your forearms, and his hands were spreading your legs painfully a part. Skin met skin and you squealed, surging forward until blunt fingers dug into your burning ass. “Do not let that ass drop until I tell you.”

There was no chance to reply when you mouth fell open, a scream erupted from your lips as he began to feast on your succulent cunt, drinking the nectar that poured from you, only for him to drink. But you were burning, sweat slicking your skin as you quivered and shook, your fingers clutching onto the soft furs below you for your life. You could not help the gush of slick that came from your core quickly. He had done so much to you already, teased you, plucked at you, explored you, those things he would say to you. But you had to bury your face forward and shove your back to keep it from falling to the bed, wanting nothing more than to please him. But one orgasm would not stop him from eating like a starving man, despite how sensitive you became. 

How he managed to hold out so long, you would never know, but all of the frustration that he would allow to build up, would have you fucked limp by the time he was done with you.

The sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt only pushed you on, especially when he pulled back and inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you a part even more, causing a slight pain as the skin around your womanhood stretched. “So fucking delicious, little lamb  — could have me cumming before I even get to split you open…” And he continued, once more, his hands exploring every part of your lower body again, even pressing the tip of his thumb against the tight hole right above his destination, letting out a horrific chuckle as you squealed and almost jerked away.

Twice more, he pulled back, and despite how worn you were, your body shaking like an earth-quake, your vision shifting, you looked back over your shoulder to see him caressing your thighs. His face was drenched in your slick, but his tongue just didn’t stop licking the area around his lips. Ivar leaned forward, pressing his hands flat beside your body, and his slick chest slid perfectly against yours as you both met, sloppy tongue and teeth clashing over your shoulder, moaning into his hungry mouth as you tasted yourself on him. 

This was the moment you lived for, a weak hand trailing up cautiously and he allowed you to thread your fingers through his thick hair, whinning into your mouth as he met you with growls and moans, the both of you rutting back and forth against one another, and he was so painfully hard against you.

“Are you ready, my little Omega? Ready to fully become mine?” He asked, nipping harshly against your shoulder, and it jerked as a bit of skin broke. His tongue lapping over the tiny wound. This time, there was no punishment for not verbalizing you answer, only him praising you for being so good as you sobbed in pleasure, his cock stretching your cunt open in the most delicious of ways. There was nothing holding him back down as one hand gripped the back on your throat like a vicious dogs mouth, shoving your deep in the bed. He held you both there. “You feel this, slut?” He growled, rutting his hips, pushing himself deeper than you thought possible. “Every inch of me is inside of your soaking cunt, and it’s going to stay there until you’re filled with my knot, and my seed is drenching your womb…”

You only cried, tears spilling from your eyes as he began to move, snapping his his against yours, the sound of his skin beating against your ass as he moved, his nails digging into your neck, leaving red marks that burned in the sweat. “Can’t fucking wait!” Ivar roared, seeming to pick up the past, bruising you against him now. “Gonna fill you up, fucking breed you like the needy little bitch you are!”

Normally you would last longer with Ivar, but tonight was special. Tonight you would give him everything you had, even as you came for the umpteenth time that night, screaming out his name and his title, listening to him resonate a cruel laugh around the room as he dropped forward on you. You fell forward as well, you body jerking in the aftermath of another orgasm, and your eyes rolled back, but he continued his onslaught, pinning you beneath him. How long he was at it, you did not know, losing track of time among the tangled and sweaty bodies you were, you lost where he ended and you began. 

The only thing that mattered to you was the swelling on his knot, and the teeth that scraped over your mating gland. You begged, thrashed, tried to plead at him to do it, promising to stay with him forever. You never want another. Never. 

It was when he bit down, did you finally see a bright light, you felt another heartbeat in your chest and millions of emotions rushed through your body, filling you to the brim and your mind exploded, more tears cascading down your cheeks as his movements stops, a howl escaping his mouth as his warmth spilled inside of you. He collapsed, still connected to you, and when you could finally think straight again, you were on your back with his hands gently trailing your body, his mouth leaving tiny worships along your skin. 

Groaning as you joints screamed and ached at you to move, he looked up from your stomach, his blue eyes filled with slight concern, your fingers carding through his hair. “Are you alright?” Ivar murmured, completely changing from what he was moments ago.

Giving him a lazy smile, he crawled back up your body, sweetly kissing your lips, and pulling you to curl against his chest. “I have never been better, Ivar,” You assured him, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch.

It was his turn to stroke your hair, his mouth running along your temple, his lips curling up. “Allow me to clean you,” He offered.

You simply shook your head, not wanting him to leave you just yet, even if it was only for a moment. Curling in closer, you nuzzled under his chin. “Want to sleep in it.” 

“My, my, filthy little lamb…”



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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.


I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Dear Mom,

I’m sorry.
Oh if I only could express how sorry I am!
You always wanted the best for me.
You’ve made mistakes but not on purpose.
All these years you’ve been and you still are my biggest support.
Even now, when I honestly do not deserve it.

I think of you as a person that is just too kind for this world.
And so am I.
We’re so similar in many things and, oh god, did we laugh about things that no one else understood.
I know that I sometimes can’t really show it.
No, honestly. I’ve done you wrong so many times just because I couldn’t handle a stupid mood swing or had no cigarettes left.
You do not deserve this.
You deserve so much better.
But i love you, I love you so much.
And I need you.
I’m an awful daughter and i don’t know if I can change but you’re my world, mom.
You’re everything to me and I’m proud to say that because you’re the best thing in my whole life.
You were the one that rubbed my back and dried my swollen eyes when i was crying my eyes out over a guy that I met secretly.
You were the one that forced me to go to the hospital when all i wanted was an overdose.
You cared for my cuts.
And i know that seeing them broke your heart.
And knowing that breaks my heart.
You wouldn’t say it but you hate blue hair and black clothes and all the piercings and stuff. And I have all of it.
But you still hold my tattooed hand.
I don’t know where my life began to turn wrong and everything crashed and the burning pieces fell down on me.
But one thing I know for sure: it isn’t your fault.
You did so good, really.
You warned me about the older boys, the drugs that take you to heaven but then to hell, all of it.
I didn’t listen.
I guess I just had to experience it myself.
My heart explodes in my chest when I think about what I put you through.
I made you cry.
I made you feel helpless.
I made you get so exhausted mentally that you had to seek help yourself.
I can never make that up to you.

You’re the best and I honestly don’t know why you’re still by my side.
But I love you, I love you so much it hurts.

—  Love letter to my mother.

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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propshophannah  asked:

(I'm sorry for all these) "What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?" —ELRIEL

I feel like the way that I took this wasn’t what you might’ve expected, but it just happened…


Azriel hummed contently from where he lay with his head in Elain’s lap. She giggled behind him, thinking to herself about how he always seemed to purr like a cat when she did this.

The first time she made him a flower crown he looked at her like she had just said the sky was green.

“Come again?” He had said.

“I made you a flower crown,” she had replied matter-of-factly. “You’re not obligated to wear it, you won’t hurt my feelings. But I made you one. So here. You can throw it away later if you want.”

Azriel had hesitated, but took the crown nonetheless with a mumbled thank you before vanishing into the shadows.

He had taken it to his room that night and laid it on his bedside table with a small smile that no one else could see.

The next morning he felt like the stupid one though when he showed up to breakfast with Cassian and Rhys wearing their flower crowns proudly and calling him an ass for not doing the same.

Years later, she still made him flower crowns, but now she presented them to him with a kiss and a smile meant only for him.

The field they lay in now was their favorite spot, and one of the only places Azriel wasn’t afraid to be out of the shadows. Certainly not when he was with her.

He leaned into her fingers as they weaved through his jet black hair. She was trying out some new flower in his crown today and had been excited about it all morning.

“What’s your favorite kind of flower crown?” Azriel asked suddenly. “To wear, not to make.”

Elain’s fingers stumbled in his hair, but quickly recovered.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “No one’s ever made me a flower crown before.”

Azriel blinked once before sitting up suddenly and whirling on her.

“Hey!” Elain whined, picking up the half finished flower crown that had fallen out of his hair.

“What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?” Azriel asked quickly, staring at her incredulously.

Elain blushed. “No one’s ever made me one,” she repeated. “I just make them for everyone else.”

Azriel stared at her, his mouth floundering open and closed like a fish.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, taking his hand in her own. “I like making them for people! Especially you.”

“But… but that’s not fair. Not to you,” he argued.

“I can make them for myself if I really want,” she said. “And sometimes I do. It’s just… not the same I guess. But I really don’t mind.”

“Teach me,” Azriel said bluntly. “Teach me how to make a flower crown.”

Elain laughed. “What?”

“Teach me how you do them. I’m going to make you one.”

Elain only laughed harder, but stopped when noticed Azriel’s stone cold expression.

“Really?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as if it were the highest honor she’d ever been gifted.

Azriel smiled softly, taking her other hand in his own.

“Teach me,” he said again.

Elain bit her lip as she tried to hold back her smile. “Okay,” she whispered.

In the end, Azriel’s flower crown looked absolutely terrible. It wasn’t symmetrical at all, he accidentally crumbled up half the flowers, it was just a mess. Rhys and Cassian made sure to tell him so.

But Elain wore it proudly until it just wasn’t wearable anymore, and decades later it still sat on their bedside table.

anonymous asked:

Four word prompt: "S'gonna be okay darling"

The sun was peeking through the blinds as I blinked away the sleep, a slow smile stretching across my face as I felt the rise and fall of Harry’s breathing against my cheek, my arms twined around his waist. It was his day off today. I had just finished exams and tomorrow I was flying with him to LA while he did promo for his new album. I pressed kisses to his back, only waking him because we had both slept in much later than usual.

He groaned and I leaned over to lightly nibble on his earlobe, “Good morning.”

He started to blink slowly as I kissed over his shoulders. He groaned again as I pulled him so he was lying flat on his back and I crawled over him, straddling his waist and then pressing my body to his chest like a koala bear. He chuckled and put a hand to my back, lightly scratching my bare skin.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy and I closed my eyes at the sound as he kissed my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” I said snuggling deeper into his arms.

He laughed, “Then why’d you wake me?”

I propped my head up so my chin rested on his chest, “I missed you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re pathetic.”

I rested my head back on his chest, “Maybe, but you still love me.”

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What taking Harry to meet your family would include

Allow me to be more focused on the latino community/culture in this piece. I promise I’ll be uploading a more ‘standard’ version (i.e. avoiding specifics that may make non-latinos feel excluded or don’t allow them to feel identified) so that anybody can have their fun. It’ll be on later tonight or later tomorrow but it’ll be on here. If you like it or want me to write this in Spanish please feel free to ask me, I’ll be more than glad to comply.

Without anything else to add… let’s get to the point!

  • Your family throwing an enormous party even if you told them that it was nothing. That ‘he’ll probably feel better if it’s only us, you know? He can meet the extended family later’
  • But of course, your mother didn’t listen to. Well, he tried - but how else was she supposed to make tamales without help? When she asked your aunt for the recipe of her delicious tamales de queso she, inevitably, asked ‘why?’ and your mother wanted to keep the secret for herself. She really did. She was not a chismosa, thank you very much. But she was so, so proud of you… and she missed you deeply, and your aunt was just asking how were you doing…
  • ‘She’ll bring her boyfriend’, she said, and there was a long pause at the other end of the line, followed by a long, tedious list of questions like ‘is he as handsome as he looks like in the TV?’ ‘where is he staying?’ ‘how long will he be here?’ ‘is he getting a hair cut?’ ‘are they serious then?’ and before your mother knew, the rest of your family were already expecting to meet him.

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Request: N/A

A/N:  I said I would write this for one of @bucky-plums-barnes fuffly Friday anons asking for a Lance x Plussize!reader.  So… here ya go!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 2056

Summary:  You’re pretty much over not being thin, you’re beautiful just the way you are!  But words can still hurt…

Warnings:  Lance being a dick, accidental bullying (body shaming), insults, mentions bullying, mentions of sex, drunkenness, FLUFFY APOLOGY AND ENDING

(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by mackievanstan

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supremeleader-kokichi  asked:

Oh nice! Cuz I was kinda gonna make this after shidos palace, like if Akechi lived (he does I tell you I will defend this theory with my own life) and s/o visiting in the hospital after that gunshot wound? All low key worried but trying to stay cool abt it? Still mad asf at shido? I'm always passionate about an s/o who stayed at akechis side the whole way through even if it was wrong technically speaking, with all that jazz (tsym omgg, this wound up being more specific than it meant to be)

I support your theory!! It’s sad that the adults get a chance at redemption but Akechi’s the one paying the price. ;_; And it’s okay, specifics help a lot! Thank you for the request, and please enjoy!! I love the idea of Akechi living and trying to redeem himself. T_T

SPOILERS AHEAD. Please read at your own discretion.

S/o’s heart was racing as they dragged themself to the reception desk. The receptionist put her phone on hold as she looked up. “May I help you?”

“I-I’m here to see Akechi Goro.” 

“Hmm…” The receptionist surveyed the list of patients. “All right, the doctor will see you in a moment. Please have a seat in the waiting area.”

S/o nodded and did as they were told. Seconds felt like years as they anxiously fidgeted with their carry-on. 

Why did this have to happen?

S/o admitted that the ace detective’s actions were less than noble, but why is his father being treated as a national hero while Goro is struggling to recover from a critical condition?

“You’re here to see Akechi, correct?” The doctor’s voice pierced through their stupor.

“T-that’s right.”

The doctor nodded. “Please follow me.” S/o briskly followed after the doctor.

“His condition has stabilized, so you can see him now. But not for very long, I’m afraid,” the doctor explained.

“…I understand,” s/o replied. They continued walking down the hallway until the doctor halted and gestured toward a door.

“He’s through here. I can allow 5 minutes max, but after that you’ll have to leave.” His expression was apologetic, and s/o nodded at his statement. Once the doctor left, they turned to the door and took a deep breath. Even though their legs were shaking, they still pushed their shoulders back and stood up straight. With bated breath, they carefully opened the door and peered inside.

Akechi was laying in bed with his eyes closed, looking very fragile and pale. S/o felt their heart sink at the sight. They took another deep breath to keep themself composed and closed the door behind them. Then they filled the empty space of the chair next to the bed.

“Goro… you better be awake,” s/o said softly.

“…I honestly didn’t think anyone would come.” His eyes were still closed and his voice was gentle.

“It would be shameful if I didn’t take this chance to nag you.” S/o tried to keep their voice playful, but their stomach was in knots with worry. 

Will he be okay…?

A snicker caught their attention. “So, that was your plan all along. Very nefarious of you,” he said weakly.

“You caught me. Impressive as always.” S/o paused. They thought carefully about their next sentence. “…so, what will you do now?”

The atmosphere tensed, and silence had befallen the room. Seconds became eternities as s/o nervously waited for his reply.

Akechi opened his eyes. “…I don’t know,” he finally replied. “Assuming that the Phantom Thieves held up their end of the deal, I will have nothing more to do with my father.”

S/o’s eyes widened in surprise. What? He’s going to cut ties with Shido?

“I was only a mere puppet…it was foolish of me to assume I held the upper hand, and I was far too blinded by vengeance to see that he would have ended up killing me long before I could do the same to him.” He briefly paused. “…the Phantom Thieves helped me realize that.”

“I see… I’m grateful that they offered you a second chance.” And they truly were grateful. Had the Phantom Thieves not went back for Akechi, he could very well be dead right now, and had they not stolen Shido’s heart, Akechi would have been hounded by his bastard of a father until he was disposed of. If only s/o could meet the Phantom Thieves in person to thank them…

“I’m grateful as well,” he agreed. “They gave me the opportunity to apologize to you, after all.”

“Apologize?” s/o parroted.

His voice hardened. “My stupidity is almost laughable. I was so invested in my popularity and the acceptance of my father that I had entirely forgotten you were there for me all this time.” His face wore an expression of guilt. “Even though you warned me time and time again, even though you made me doubt my actions on numerous occasions and caused me to fleetingly reflect on my actions… I only ever thought of myself. I… can’t even verbalize how sorry I am.” He laughed bitterly. “I’m pathetic.”

“Goro…” s/o said quietly.

“Let me thank you now, at least.” He weakly extended his hand.

“Thank me…?” S/o gently grasped the offered hand. They were surprised by its warmth.

“Thank you for trying to save me. I’m truly a hopeless cause, but you’re still by my side even now. For that, my gratitude is endless.”

S/o shook their head. “I couldn’t have saved you, anyway. You’re the one that became your own light to ward off the darkness. You’re very strong for being able to accomplish that, and I’m proud of you,” they finished.

Akechi raised his eyebrows at the sheer sincerity of their voice. The lack of a heart rate monitor is another thing that he’s thankful for, as he was certain that it would betray his fluttering, rapid heartbeat. He felt the blood rush to his ears, but luckily his long hair left no evidence of it. His gaze fell on their clasped hands.

“I’ll never comprehend what it is that you see in someone like me… perhaps we are both hopeless.”

“That’s fine. We have plenty of time. Someday you’ll see how cherished you really are,” they said confidently.

“…That’s relieving to hear, but…” Akechi mulled over his choice of words. “A question has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. Its answer is something only you would know.”

S/o nodded their head, urging him to go on.

“I want to become a better man for you, and so my question is this: will you take me as such and continue to watch over me as my romantic partner?” 

S/o just stared at him in disbelief, and Akechi started to panic. “I-it’s okay if you don’t want to though, it’s a very selfish thing to ask, and I completely understand if-” His nervous chatter was interrupted by s/o’s lips on his own. It was a soft and gentle kiss, yet it still made his heart throb fiercely. 

Much to his disdain, s/o relinquished their lips from his. The couple blinked at each other and hastily averted their eyes, a blush conjuring on both of their faces.

“The only selfish thing about that question i-is the fact that you made me wait too long to answer it,” they said accusingly.

“M-my apologies! I’ll do everything I can to make up for it.”

“…You better,” s/o muttered. The doctor knocked on the door and signaled that their time was up. S/o nodded in reply and sighed.

“Will you be visiting tomorrow?” Akechi’s voice sounded hopeful.

“I-it’s a date,” they replied, embarrassed by their own response.

“I look forward to it,” he said happily, a pink hue decorating his cheeks. S/o’s heart melted as they reluctantly said good-bye and followed the doctor to the waiting room. A pack of high-schoolers entered the hospital and made their way to the reception desk. As s/o passed by them, they heard the bespectacled boy say, “we’re here to see Akechi Goro.” 

S/o froze in their tracks and turned toward the group. “Please wait in here,” came the reply of the receptionist. The boy with glasses slouched over to the nearby vending machine while the others took their seats. S/o decided to pursue the loner. If their hunch was correct, then they needed to do this. They placed themself next to the boy, who seemed to having a hard time figuring out what soft drink to choose.

“Hello,” s/o said. The boy nodded in acknowledgement. S/o made sure their next words were for his ears only. “You’re the Phantom Thief that saved Goro, yes?” Another nod, but this time it was hardly noticeable. “Thank you for everything.” They didn’t wait for his response as they turned to leave, but then they abruptly stopped and looked over their shoulder. “Oh, and I recommend the Dr. Salt NEO.” 

S/o continued their departure from the hospital. Yes, they thought, thank you for healing his heart.

The Night We Met

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,665

Prompt/Summary‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron / Negan’s wife recalls when they first met.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Set in my little pre-apocalypse AU that I love writing in, where everything is fluffy and nothing hurts, lol. The song that they dance to is the song that inspired this fic, and is linked above. I know the lyrics are kinda depressing and don’t really fit the tone of the fic, but whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is how pretty it is. And of how much 13 Reasons Why wrecked my heart, but that’s not relevant here.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach

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maple-maypole  asked:

(1) So! A new kid moves to Salt Middle School. This is one of those kids that will analyze the shit outta everyone. "8:35am, day 13. today ___ was very quiet and looked kinda sad. Maybe he just overslept and got yelled at bc of it (evidence: coffee and yawning) If it gets worse I'll talk to him." & "2:07pm, day 8: Today ___ asked ___ out during math class. Dude's got some balls and no chill whatsoever." kinda thing.

How dare you, now I have yet another OC that I’ll never be able to use for anything else ever again! T-T

Also shut up your English is perfect and this prompt is amazing, I loved it so much and I love you, thank you!

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Going Native

Kenshin can’t help but stare.

Which, okay, is not exactly news. He stares a lot, all the time, at people and things he finds interesting. It usually doesn’t feel particularly rude - but in this instance, there is the unfamiliar thought nudging at the back of his mind to look away and leave it be. He’s not sure what to make of it.

The math lesson drowns on around him while he flips through his notes, the ones that concern themselves with anything but the actual subject matter of the class, and searches for any previous mention of that particular student.

Kageyama, is it? He honestly isn’t even sure about the name. Kenshin has been in this class for a month now and apparently there has not been a single noteworthy thing about this guy before today.

(And Kenshin wrote it down when Hiroki brought a cucumber sandwich instead of his customary tomato one. So Kageyama has literally been less interesting than a cucumber sandwich this whole time.)

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I'm here for you, but I am not your doormat

Divergent fanfic: Eric one shot
@pathybo @tigpooh67 @ljvosscmt @beautifulramblingbrains @clublulu333 @anditcametopass @angolodiparadiso @frecklefaceb @societalfailure @emmysrandomthoughts @dani5102 @crystalbaby12 @ariwolff14 @james-k-delaney @deepfrz @scorpio2009

The front door swings open and bangs shut. Eric stomps threw the apartment to the fridge and grabs a beer slamming the fridge door short. He stands giving me a nasty glare.

“In another spectacularly foul mood again I see,” I sneer looking up from my paperwork.

He still says nothing as he stalks to the bathroom, another door slamming. I’m not in the mood for this again and decide to go to the mess hall for dinner.

“Hey Y/N!! Where is your scarier half,” Uriah ask me laughing as I sit down.

“Probably still sulking like a child throwing a tempertantrum at home,” I scoff rolling my eyes.

I found I actually am enjoying myself and my company for ages. I care for Eric deeply, but him always taking his bad days out on me was just becoming exhausting.

“Hey Y/N, Zeke and I are doing drinks and Candor or Dauntless at our place tonight. You in?”

I sit and think about it for a second. You know what screw him. I deserve to have some fun.

“Hell yeah I’m in!” I smile widely.

“Alright. Let’s go have some FUN!!”

It was getting late, that much I know. Exactly how late I do not know. I had decided against playing Dauntless or Candor. Running threw the compound doing stupid pranks or telling people private information about Eric or myself would probably not end well for me.

I had however had more than a few drinks. I laid on one of the Pedrads couching watching my friends a little enviously. They all look so happy and carefree. Especially the couples.

I couldn’t even remember the last we had gone out and did something fun. Hell we didn’t even do anything not fun in forever. We hadn’t even been intimate in over a month. Eric was so tired and cranky lately.

“Y/N? Does Eric even know you’re here?” Four asked quietly.

I shook my head no. Feeling the room start to spin.

“Do you want me to help you home?” he looked concerned.

“Nope,” I smiled sadly rolling over and falling asleep.

I suddenly heard someone softly calling my name. I opened my eyes to see Eric crouched in front of me. But I didn’t think it could possibly be my Eric, because instead of looking pissed he looked concerned.

“Hey beautiful.” he had a small smile on his face. I smiled back

“Ready to go home?” he sounded almost nervous.

“Mmm k,” I mumbled. I went to sit up and felt nauseous. Before I knew it I was being picked up.

As he made our way out of the apartment I noticed him give a slight nod of his head to Four. I must be REALLY drunk.

“I can walk you know,” I slurred into his shoulder. But really I was enjoying the closeness at the moment.

“I know you you can,” he sighed kissing my forehead.

I didn’t get put down until we where in front of the apartment door. Eric fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Then he took my hand walking us to the couch pulling me into his lap as we sat down.

I curled into his chest placing a light kiss on one of his leadership tattoo’s on his neck. He looked down at me wrinkling his nose.

“You smell like cinnamon. Fireball?”

I shook my head and giggled. “Hot Damn.”

He just shook his head raising a pierced eyebrow at me. Then he just looked at sadly for a few moments before he spoke.

“I thought I finally lost you, that you finally had enough.” I sat back to look at him putting hands on either side of his face.

“Eric I don’t ever want to leave you. You’ve been so tense lately. I can’t imagine what it is to carry the weight of a Faction on your shoulders. Especially at our young age. I know it has to be stressful, and I am here for you. But not as your door mat or punching bag.” My voiced wavered slightly at the end

“I know. I should tell you more how much you mean to me. I, I’m sorry, ” he quickly turned his head away. I knew how hard it was for him to say that.

I pulled his head back to look at me. He still had a pained look in his eyes. Slowly I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He placed his forehead on mine and took a deep breath.

“ I love you Y/N.” he spoke barely above a whisper.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I love you too. Now take me to bed and show me how much,” I breathed out softly.

“There is nothing more I want to do right now.”

Some Flintwood for @flintxwood  it’s kind of short and probably really badly written but I tried okay!

Oliver is walking out from the Quidditch pitch with Fred and George when he hears a voice call out for him.
“Wood, hey Oliver” Marcus yells waving to get his attention from a distance. Fred hip checks him lightly, pulling an amused face.
“Go on, go hang out with your boyfriend, ” George says and Oliver blushes even though he’s secretly thrilled. The twins aren’t just teasing, Marcus really is his boyfriend, he has been for about a month now. Oliver says goodbye to the twins and jogs over to where Marcus is. Oliver greets him with a soft, subtle kiss and Marcus smiles into his mouth before pulling away. Neither of them are very into public displays of affection, especially this early on. It’s definitely still nice though.
“Yeah what’s up, Flint?” Oliver asks and Marcus hip checks him in much the same way Fred did but this time it makes Oliver feel different.
“You’re such a loser” Marcus mumbles, Oliver looks at him wide-eyed pretending to be shocked, he wraps and arm around Marcus pulling him into his side playfully.
“Babe, I don’t know if you remember this but I won our last match” Oliver points out and Marcus bursts out laughing. After a few second, he wipes a hand over his mouth and the two of them start making their way to the castle with neither of them actually having to say anything. “But seriously,” Oliver says as they walk, “Did you want something, or just to hang out?”

“Oh a bunch of us are going to play trivia with the Ravenclaws, wanna come?” Marcus asks. Oliver isn’t really the greatest at trivia. He always loses when they play in the dorm, usually because he’s playing against Perce who is an know it all git when he wants to be, which in Oliver’s case is always. Despite this he finds himself nodding eagerly, maybe it’s just the thought of getting to spend more time with Marcus. “It’ll be great,, ” Marcus tells him.

They get to the Ravenclaw dorm not long after. Someone must have told Marcus the password earlier because he knows what it is. As soon as they set foot in the common room someone shoves flower crowns on their heads. Oliver feels a little stupid at first but he quickly realises that everyone else has one and that Marcus looks really good on him.
“Amy’s girlfriend made them,” The girl tells Oliver conspiratorially, who Oliver recognises now as Penelope Clearwater and he greets her accordingly while his eyes stay on Marcus. Who is currently talking to Theo and Blaise from Harry’s year. Marcus appears to be solving some kind of disagreement between the two so Oliver decides to stand awkwardly next to Penelope.
“Have you talked to Percy lately?” She asks abruptly and Oliver startles.
“I ate breakfast with him, but no not really” he replies and she pushes her mouth into a thin line, she doesn’t say anything more on the matter and Marcus makes his way back over to them.
“Sorry Penny, I need him,” Marcus says with distaste in his voice. Probably because he doesn’t like her, as a general rule Marcus doesn’t like most people, not even half of his own house. Oliver allows himself to be lead to a chair big enough for him and Marcus to squeeze onto together while someone reads out the rules. One point if you get a question right, zero points if you don’t answer it,  minus one point if you get it wrong, everyone for themselves.

As he predicted Oliver doesn’t do very well. He doesn’t mind too much, Oliver just has a one-track mind and none of the subjects that have come up have had anything to do with anything he likes. He’s enjoying spending time with Marcus so he tells himself he doesn’t care that he’s gotten nearly all of the last ten questions wrong but then someone to the right says, “Who invited to dumb Gryffindor?” and Oliver stiffens. He’s about to make a retort back but suddenly he has a lap full of Marcus’ flower crown and before he knows what’s happening Marcus has stood up and punched the guy square in the face before calmly sitting down and grabbing his crown back.
“I could have done that myself,” Oliver says, feeling a little miffed about the whole thing. Marcus gives his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Yes I know, but I was closer” Marcus replies. Oliver rolls his eyes at his boyfriend.
“How about next time, we fight our battles together,” Oliver says. Marcus taps a finger to his chin like he’s thinking.
“But Oliver, who will hold our flowers?”

lost | tommy shelby

tommy feels lost without grace and the reader comforts him

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Originally posted by blue-tardis-y

When Tommy came back from the war, he was a broken man. He didn’t have the same happiness that he did before. Tommy would find it hard to talk to people, and never open up. Whenever you brought up the war he would dismiss it, and act as if it didn’t bother him. Grace was the one who fixed him, she brought a new lease of life to him. Tommy had slipped back into his old ways of keeping himself reserved, and Grace wasn’t around to bring him back.

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and-heather  asked:

i hope i'm not being annoying or doing smth wrong as i'm new to tumblr and stupid ! could you do a fanfic where JD is incredibly upset/mad and honestly just an emotional wreck and V is trying to comfort him? you did one with V + JD comforting her, i'd be interested to see it the other way around. make it as angsty as you want. (': ty m'dude!

Of course I can! You aren’t being annoying at all! I love love LOVE getting requests! I haven’t really written too much angst for this au so far! And I checked out your blog! It’s so cute!!!!! My Heathers blog is pretty new too, so let’s keep it up together!!!! Enjoy the story!!!!!

JD grabbed a fistful of his hair and slid to the ground. Big tears were pooling down his face and he looked up out towards the window. Everything was spinning and he felt sick. JD closed his eyes and let more tears fall out. He stayed there all alone for a long while until a shadow came up over him. “What happened?” JD looked up and saw Veronica looking down at him with the most worried look he had seen on her for a long time. “JD, tell me what happened.” She told him, more stern.

“I’m fine.” He muttered, looking away. Veronica got down in front of him and grabbed his face in her hands. She looked so concerned.

“JD, talk to me!” She begged. She always worried for him, she knew how he could get, depressing thoughts and such. There was only so much help he could get for it, and healing didn;t happen overnight. “Did you hurt yourself?” She asked in fear.

“No!” JD told her.

“Then tell me!” Veronica begged. She sat down next to him and put her arms around him. He tried to keep himself more composed, but at feeling the contact he burst into tears and grabbed her, pulling her close. Veronica held him and rubbed his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” She soother. JD pulled away and wiped away some tears.

“Don’t tell anybody.” He mumbled, but it still had a bit of a joking tone through his ears. Veronica smiled sadly and held his hands. “I didn’t hurt myself I promise.” JD assured. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.” He promised her. Veronica nodded.

“What’s the matter?” She asked. JD looked down at his hands and closed his eyes for a long while.

“I’ve… I’ve just been having a hard time today.” He mumbled. Veronica didn’t speak, she just let him talk. “I thought because I have you now, and I have stability and I have a home it wouldn’t be as bad this year. But it was just as bad, and for some reason that made me feel worse and I started thinking about never getting better and never moving on and then that same voice telling me I’m better off dead kept going and I-”

“JD.” Veronica interrupted finally. “You’re rambling, you’ll just get more worked up. Take a breath.” She told him. JD nodded and wiped his tears away. “What is it that’s bothering you so much about today?” She asked. JD just looked out at nothing, like he didn’t want to say it. “You don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to.”

“No.” JD sighed. “I worried you, you have a right to know.” Veronica shook her head.

“I don’t need to know anything you don’t want me to.” She promised. “Anything you want to tell me, if it’s important, I trust you’ll tell me on your own time. I don’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable.” She explained.

“You’re too good, you know that?” JD asked. He had a little grin and his tears were slowing to a stop. Veronica smiled warmly at him and JD was quiet for a while, before taking a deep breath and looking up at her. “Ten years ago today I saw my mother kill herself.” He started. Veronica bit her lip. “I thought after all this time, and meeting you, I’d be less of a wreck today but there’s always something.” He explained.

“Hey, you don’t need to be sorry about that.” Veronica assured. JD looked over at her. “I know a lot of people lose loved ones, but even then it’s not something you just get over. It takes time and it’s really hard. And in your case, somebody was ripped away from you in a traumatic way.” She explained. “You have a right to feel sad, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Veronica assured, she reached over to hold his hand.

“Thank you, Ronnie.” JD whispered. He then shook his head and wiped away some stray tears. “Ah, I hate emotion.” He muttered. Veronica laughed. “Thanks for cutting my heart open, stupid girlfriend, making me feel. Which is something I never wanted to have to do.” He blabbered on, pretending to be annoyed with her.

Veronica stayed with him for a while, going back and forth. They talked about how hard it was to accept things, they would make a ill fitting joke, and then shed another tear or two. But the tears grew less and less, and the jokes grew more and more. “Are you okay?” Veronica asked. “Are you feeling better?” She asked.

“You always make me feel better.” JD told her, cupping her face in his hands. Veronica smiled and stole a kiss from him. “Thank you for being here for me… I really don’t know what to say but… you know you mean the world to me?” JD asked, his eyes were big and he was holding his bangs out of his face with one hand, so she could really see his eyes.

“You know, I may not of known her, but from what you’ve told me I think she’d be really proud of you.” Veronica told him. JD looked down, and then peered up again with a little smile.

“You think?” He asked. Veronica nodded. JD quickly wiped away another tear before it fell and then looked up at his girlfriend. “That… that means so much more to me than you’d think.” He admitted. He kissed her and then pulled away, wiping away more tears. “Oh man, I was fine until that dumb therapist you made me see brought it up. And now I’m a mess.” He laughed a bit at himself and Veronica smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get some slushies.” veronica offered. JD smiled at her and held her hand.

“I’d like that a lot.” He told her. JD stared at his girlfriend for a long while before smiling. “She would have loved you. So much. I know that and… I hope one day I’m able to talk about her without getting so emotional because… I’d really like to tell you more about her, and some of stories I have.” He smiled warmly.

“I would love that.” Veronica kissed JD again. “But you just remember to take all the time you need. But if you decide you need a push, just let me know and I’ll be here. For whatever you need.”

causeimamerican  asked:

Oh my god I just love the Family AU it's just so amazing and ahh!!! Thanks for the link for the fic I was actually going to ask how Keith would react to Lance saying he hated him That aside how would Shiro and the kids react to Keith being sick? (It's okay if you don't answer I know you get a lot of asks so just thanks for all the wonderful and fluffy Voltron Family posts!!)

Thank you!! I’m happy to know you love The Voltron Family AU! :D I find it quite amusing how there’s always have to be the opposite side. Like, there’s one where Shiro is away and Keith handles the kids alone, and then there’s one where Keith is the one who’s away and Shiro handles the kids. I’m guessing this ask is from when Shiro is sick and Keith and the kids tried helping him? If so, I’m definitely going to answer this one lmao (but honestly you’re welcome! i love making these voltron fam posts! 8D)

Keith is sick and he’s lying on the bed. Shiro wanted to take a leave at the hospital but Keith told him that it’s different if he’s the one who’s sick because Keith can just work from home–Shiro cannot. 

Keith: You can’t bring your patients at home, Shiro. Don’t be ridiculous. I can handle myself. It’s just a fever. No big deal. *coughs* *shoos him away*
Shiro: *frowns* Make sure you call me though if anything happens okay? I’ll take the kids to school. I’ll drop by to check on you at lunch.
Keith: *rolls his eyes* Yeah yeah, Mum.
Shiro: Don’t forget your paracetamol. And drink heaps of water.
Keith: *pushes him weakly off the bed* Just go will you?
Shiro: *kisses Keith on the lips*
Keith: I’m sick. Oh my god.
Shiro: *smirks* We can share it. In sickness and in health remember?
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Are you seducing me, Takashi Shirogane?
Shiro: Is it working? 
Keith: *very very monotone* On I am turned.
Shiro: *laughs* So snarky even when you’re sick. Shit. I’m so turned on right now. *eyes widens but laughs at his own joke*
Keith: I can’t believe we’re flirting while I’m sick. Just go you dumb turtle!

True to his word, Shiro did come back at lunch to check on Keith and then returned again to the hospital. The kids arrived with Shiro after picking them up from school.

Hunk: *tugs Shiro’s hand* *hears Keith’s cough echoing inside the house* Daddy Keith doesn’t sound good. *frowns* I have an idea. *lets go of Shiro’s hand and walks towards his room* 
Lance: So can we go see him now or are we still not allowed in the room? Back then when you were sick, Daddy Keith allowed us to see you. Why won’t you? *frowns*
Shiro: You might get infected, buddy. Daddy Keith is really really sick.
Pidge: Just let him wear a mask then! *frowns* I wanna see Daddy Keith. I want to show him my perfect score.
Shiro: I’m sure you do, sweetheart. Why don’t you two go to Hunk’s room first while I check on your Daddy then I’ll get you three to see him? How’s that sound?
Pidge and Lance: *nods and goes to Hunk’s room*

After a while, while Shiro and Keith were in their room, there was a knock on their door.

Lance: Can we come in now? We have a surpri–
Pidge: *whispers* Stupid Lance! Don’t say that!!!
Lance: *whispers* Oooops! Sorry I didn’t mean to!!
Keith and Shiro: *looks at each other curiously*
Shiro: Yeah, you can come in now.

The kids open the door only to reveal Hunk, Pidge and Lance with paper crowns on top of their heads coloured by them. Shiro and Keith smiled.

Lance: *announces proudly* Prince Lance, Princess Pidge and Prince Hunk has arrived to visit His Royal Highness King Keith.
Keith: *hands on his chest* Oh my. What have I done to deserve your glorious visit, Prince Lance, Prince Hunk and Princess Pidge?
Pidge: We have been informed by your Royal Adviser Daddy Shiro that you were sick. It has come to our attention that we must pay the King a visit to see ourselves to make sure our kingdom is still in one piece. 
Shiro: *whispers to Keith* I’m your Royal Adviser? I’m not even your husband here. Unbelievable.
Keith: Ah, as you can see. My Royal Adviser turned husband King Shiro is ruling in my stead. You have nothing to worry about. *winks at Shiro*
Shiro: I have been promoted. *laughs*
Hunk: We bring gifts, King Keith and King Shiro! *holds out a stack of papers messily stapled together to make it look like a book* May we sit beside you in bed so we can read you our stor–I mean our gift?
Keith: *looks at Shiro*
Shiro: *smiles* *turns to the kids acting all serious* King Shiro allows you. *nods and gestures to Keith’s side*

All three kids just kinda dropped their acts and rushed towards the bed to sit beside their Daddy Keith.

Lance: It was Hunk’s idea, Daddy Keith! We made you a storybook!
Pidge: Cause we know you’ve read all the books here so we thought of making you a new one!!
Keith: *turns to Hunk* *restrains himself from coughing* Did you really?
Hunk: I did! *grins* I hope you like it!

So Hunk opened their hand-made storybook and Lance, Pidge and Hunk took turns doing different voices. It was a story of two kings who found three kids and adopted them to be their children. They go to different kingdoms and they would fight dragons. Then King Keith and King Shiro were taken by the evil witch. Princess Pidge was the one who took on the evil witch with her sword alongside with Prince Lance with his bow and arrows, while Prince Hunk tried to look for the two kings while the witch was distracted. In the end, the witch was defeated and the two kings were saved and they all lived happily ever after.

Keith was crying and that caused the three kids to panic.

Hunk: Oh no! Daddy Keith are you okay?
Keith: *wipes tears* Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.
Lance: Did you like our story?! 
Keith: *nods while still wiping his tears*
Pidge: Then why are you crying if you liked it? *frowns*
Shiro: Let’s just say your Daddy Keith is crying tears of joy.
Lance: Bet he was impressed by Prince Lance’s shooting skills!
Keith: *smiles* I loved it. *sniff* I loved everything about it.
Three kids: *beams and hugs their Daddy Keith*
Keith: Can I keep it though? The storybook I mean.
Three kids: OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! *laughs*

When the kids left, Keith just sobbed into his hands while shaking.

Shiro: Keith? Are you sure you’re okay?
Keith: I’m so emo wtf. *laughs weakly thru his tears* I love them so much. *coughs* *voice gets muffled by his hands* I wanna kiss all of you but I’m sick and it sucks! *coughs*
Shiro: *laughs* Well I’m always ready to accept your sick kisses.
Keith: *punches him softly* I told you not to seduce me while I’m sick, Shirogane! *laughs* *coughs*

anonymous asked:

Could I have some friendly cuddles with Winston please? I had a mild panic attack today (I'm alright! It didn't last too long) and all my friends are several states away or halfway across the world and they would always give me snuggles when I felt bad. -arandomspaceace

A/N: Ahh I’m so sorry to hear you had a panic attack! I hope you’re feeling better now. Read this if things get a little ‘too much’ again, okay? :D Winston loves you very much! As do I <3

Originally posted by gamestop

There was just so much to do.

So much to do and so many people that relied on you and just so much. You woke up in your bed gasping for air. You could breathe, but it felt like it was hard to do so; like the air didn’t quite fill your lungs like it usually did. Your body was shaking and you felt weak, but energised.

Walk—run, it didn’t matter, you felt like you needed to move as you swung your legs over the bed and began to pace your room. You crossed the room several times, trying to even out your breathing, but it wasn’t helping. Too small, the room was too small and it was beginning to get claustrophobic. You need room to breathe. There was just too much pressure.

Before you could really register it, you were walking away from your room. You walked past an office with the light still on. It was late in the night—very early morning—so it was odd, but you couldn’t comprehend it when you were focussing so hard on trying to breathe right. Why was it so hard for something so easy?

Someone called your name a few times before there was a gentle hand on your shoulder. It made you jump and spin around which took Winston by surprise. Of course, he would be the other person on site who would be up super late. “Are you alright?”

“I can’t—” You wrung your hands, “I can’t breathe. It’s just so—” How could you explain what was wrong when it sounded so stupid. “There’s just so much and—”

Winston huffed slightly and offered a hand. There had only been a few times where he had heard of your panic attacks, but this was the first time he had seen it in person. “Hold my hand and breathe with me. It’ll be alright.”

You grasped the scientist’s hand tightly because in your mind you thought if you didn’t hold on tight you’d slip away. Why? How? It didn’t matter, only that it was something that would happen. You watched as Winston took calm breaths with slightly exaggerated movements, so you could follow when he breathed in and out. You did your best to copy him, but it was such a struggle. It was like you were suffocating. “Winston, I’m scared.”

“Come here.” Winston very gently coaxed you into his arms and he held you tight enough to let you know you were safe, but loose enough so if you needed to push him away, you could. “Listen to me breathe.” He was worried about how much you were shaking and how pale and clammy you seemed. It didn’t seem bad enough to wake Mercy, but the scientist kept the idea in mind.

You could hear the rush of air in Winston’s lungs when you pressed your ear to his chest. As you breathed with him, the sound overtook your chaotic thoughts and you slowly calmed down as your breathing matched his. Your cold body eventually warmed and the shaking slowly subsided.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed with your friend, but eventually, you had calmed down enough to see that he was sitting on the floor with you in the hallway. “I’m so sorry, Winston, I didn’t mean to take up your time.”

“Nonsense.” Winston shook his head. “I was about to go to bed when I saw you wander past my office.” He chuckled lowly. “I wondered why you were up so late before I realised something might have been wrong.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the air fill your lungs properly and slowly exhaled. “This is embarrassing. I hate it when anyone sees me like this. I can handle it usually, it’s just that—I don’t know. This time I couldn’t.”

Winston huffed and adjusted his glasses, still with one arm around your shoulders. “Don’t be silly. These things can happen to anyone and if I have to be honest, as strong as you are, it’s always good to have someone to rely on and to look out for you.” He smiled at you. “Needless to say, you can rely on me.”

His words made you tear up slightly. “You’re the best, Winston. You always know what to say.” You laughed lightly and hugged your friend as best as you could.

“I do pride myself on being a good friend.” Winston puffed out his chest a little. “Did you want me to escort you back to your room? I’ll be sure to look over your schedule for later today and lighten it a little unless you want the day off?”

You sighed and tried to think of what to do, but you were too tired and strung out to think of a good answer. “Maybe after some sleep, I’ll let you know, but—is it okay if we stay like this a little longer? Maybe tell me what you were working on.”

Winston adjusted his glasses again and grinned. “It might not be too interesting, but we’ve made some advancements in—” He quietly rambled on about what he could, although you were fast asleep before he had finished explaining the first project. It was fine, he had specifically chosen something boring to try and lull you to sleep.

You woke up tucked in bed, sometime late in the morning with a note stuck to the front of your clock.

You have the day off! Rest well. -W

You made a mental note to buy the best quality peanut butter to package as a gift for dear Winston as thanks.

anonymous asked:

Errr so geekycomtv called you out in a post saying some bad stuff about you (he? changed his username and its under the same name that I previously mentioned; it's under "About the Copyright Drama). Man, I'm sorry that these kind of people attack you and the other fanartists. You guys don't deserve this kind of treatment from them. You guys should be profiting from the art you create, not them. Once again, I'm sorry you guys have to go through this, but I admire how strong you guys are (Part 1)


yea someone pointed it out to me the other day xD i’m not really bothered by it since he’s proven time and time again he has no idea what he’s talking about 8D [he also managed to compliment me in the notes of the post by saying i was 21 hahaha…i’m glad i pass as that young :P] 

and thanks! i think one of the best things about this fandom is how we all stick together and support one another when the jerks descend lol. but it’s also the saddest thing, because so many people are leaving the fandom thanks to art theft and jerks like this… it’s worse when the thieves are entirely unapologetic about it. i’m not sure they understand the impact it has to be used and mistreated that way ._. the lack of remorse really troubling. i wouldn’t want to know those people in real life lol

weekend is over so gonna catch up on my other asks in one go here lol

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idiotflowerex  asked:

Hey so Wednesday is Noct's birthday, right? Im officially requesting some non stop birthday fluff action. Pls and thx

I did it. I don’t know how, but I wrote this all in one day. I think I died a little. But I hope you like it!

In terms of surprise parties, the person in charge of distractions was higher up on the list of important jobs. In Prompto’s opinion, it was the absolute most important, which is why he was currently an anxious mess.

Ignis, being the one to give out orders and handle preparations, had issued the job to him on the ground of “his boyfriend, his responsibility”, and while he was happy to spend the time with him, he was afraid he’d accidentally spill the secret. Still, he was determined to take his role seriously and entertain Noctis until they were ready for him at Hammerhead.

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post-reveal adrienette hurt/comfort???

He’s awkward and he can’t stop wiping his palms on his pants, but he knows too much time has passed (and one of them has to break sooner rather than later).

After all, it’s been two weeks now.

She’s shifting uncomfortably on her feet in front of him and he can’t stand what’s happened between them, can’t stand how him being there makes her so uncomfortable.

Gosh, he feels like such a jerk for showing up at her home uninvited.

“Uh,” he says intelligibly.

Come on, man–Speak words!

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