if i missed them i would have cried

Sometimes I like to imagine an au where Anakin and Obi-wan and Padme have been plotting against the mysterious Sith lord since Geonosis, and Anakin makes the decision to go deep cover and play along with Palpatine’s weird manipulation in order to get close enough to the Senate to figure out who’s calling the shots.

He figures out it’s Palpatine too late to pull out of the mission, and ends up having to do some things that will haunt him in order to maintain his cover. Like stand aside and not stop the clones executing Order 66.
Obi-wan and Padme know the truth, but no other Jedi do, nor can they be told or the operation is a bust.

Obi-wan is good at making a big theatrical production out of absolutely everything (because while you’re focused on the sassmaster Jedi, his soldiers are already past your defenses and capturing your base), so when he meets up with Anakin and Padme (who is a darn good actor in her own right) on Mustafar, he makes the duel look good.

But then Anakin wants to push it even further, make it more drastic. Obi-wan isn’t sure he can, but Anakin will force his hand if he has to. (“Look, I’ve lost the hand before. It’s fine, just chop it off, I need an excuse to not have a lightsaber”)
But then the lava surges. And Anakin is burning. Obi-wan tries to help, truly he does. But they both sense it when Padme goes into labor, and Anakin all but orders him to prioritize Padme’s safety over his. So Obi-wan walks away.

That will haunt Obi-wan forever.

The next year is a blur for Anakin and there are times when he can feel himself teetering on the edge of a precipice, times when he’s not sure he’s pretending anymore, when it gets harder and harder to reach the Light Side.
But then he’s sent to Alderaan to threaten the Queen and Viceroy and there’s a chubby bundle of ruffles and attitude clinging to Bail’s fingers and resolutely attempting to walk and he knows who it is.

He reveals his identity to Bail in private, who is astonished and heartbroken for all his friend’s husband has put himself through for a chance to stop the emperor. A chance that he ultimately missed. They begin to arrange secret codes and dead drops and things even the fledgling Rebel Alliance would have trouble deciphering.

Bail also discovers that Anakin and Breha are both of the “She’s crying! Bail, help!” school of parenting. They’re great at keeping Leia happy, but when she cries, Breha is like “is that the hungry cry or the angry cry I don’t know them apart yet!” and Anakin is like “Did I break her? It’s my fault, isn’t it. Don’t cry I’m sorry!!”
His sporadic, clandestine visits tend to leave Bail wondering which of her four parents Leia will take after the most.

Once every other month, Anakin sends encrypted messages as “Counterweight” to fellow conspirators “Linchpin”, “Leverage”, and “Fulcrum”. (Obi-wan, Padme, and Ahsoka of course). This is also how he and Padme exchange news, and record messages for the twins to watch when they’re older.

Luke grows up knowing his father is a “secret agent” with lots of scars, and that when he’s old enough he’ll get to help him fight the bad guys.
Leia grows up knowing her “Other Mama” is an “outlaw superhero”. (Bail and Anakin came up with that one together. Breha reflected “well, you’re not wrong.”)

It was Leia’s idea to become Vader’s somewhat political nemesis in order to divert suspicion from them. Breha thinks she’s just reveling in the chance to get to be like Bail and Padme while utilizing her natural Skywalker Sass.

Luke trains a little with Obi-wan, but mostly practices piloting. (Mother thought that might be what they’d need almost as much as Jedi, and Mother is never wrong). He and Owen may or may not have constructed a secret bunker under the homestead just in case Anakin ever makes it out to Tatooine.

But then word starts leaking out that the Separatists’ secret doomsday weapon wasn’t scrapped. That it had begun to be constructed during the last days of the Clone Wars, and was nearing completion.
A planet killer.

Looks like the Skywalker family reunion may be happening a little sooner than planned.

One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengera

Warnings: Death, mourning. 

SUPER SAD!!!!!!!

Request: hello! I was wondering if you could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx

Originally posted by captainbuckybarness

Originally posted by crimson-oceans

It had been a month.

You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But then they heard the news.

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Nightmare x Cross 1

Hello, this is my very first story, so enjoy and part 2 well come out soon!

normal pov.

Cross was feeling really depressed and didn’t want to do anything every since that “incident” happened. He often refused to leave and get his meals and he often screamed at night from the horrible thought haunting his dreams and he was rarely getting his needed rest, he was lucky if he had no dreams at all and slept fine, but he was very depressed, until he found that certain item.

Cross pov.

“WTH is this?” Chara yelled in my head, I sighed and examine the note, it said, ‘I’m so sorry I’m putting this burden on you, but please take this locket, but I warn you, it contains a horrible creature in it… But I beg you, please help save them.



I began tearing up and then I began sobbing and shaking, Chara sighed and began to try and comfort me,” I think they had this planned out for some reason, but what do you think?” He said,”I think I should at least carry this burden.” I hic little, I took a deep breath and began to try to calm myself, it was then I heard a bang at my door, I sighed and went to open the door, but as my hand was about to turn the knob, the door was torn from its F*cking hinges, which startle me and I yelped to see a very pissed off Nightmare.”What the f*ck took so long! I was waiting and knocking for about 5 mins.” He growled as he punched me ‘a-cross’ my face, but I didn’t really feel anything, except the numb feeling in my chest, I sighed knowing he was going to shout at me and make me fix my door he tore off, his gaze soften slightly, but then harden again,”Well, hurry up! I have a mission for you.” He hissed, then teleported, I grabbed my door and put all the hinges back and shut the door, I then cried some more, not only about the other problem, but because I had a small crush on Nightmare,’He’ I chuckled in my head and tears fell from my eyes, ‘he would never love me’ I then wiped my tears to see what my mission was.

Nightmare pov.

I felt really bad about punching Cross across his face, I also heard him sobbing from the other side of the door, I know he miss them, but why couldn’t I…”NO!” I shouted loudly to myself and shook my head getting rid of the thought, I heard a knock from the door,”Come in.” I said with a serious tone, Cross peered in the room and sat down in front of my desk, I looked at his eye’s, they glimmered with sadness and fear,but they were beautiful whatever so,my soul began beating faster I cleared my throat,”I want you to find out about this sacred jewel and gather information, I got a feeling it might be useful.” I said bluntly, He looked at the picture and the information and nodded sleepily and he looked horrible, his ‘eyes’ were red and puffy from crying and he looked like he had no sleep, he also was greasy from sweat, which is disgusting.” When should I leave?” He said sleepily,”After you take a shower and have a 5 hour nap.” I said annoyed, He looked up and nodded again and left the room,I sighed sadly,’Why are doing this to yourself Cross?’

“You’re too nice.” - h.s.

My friend gave me this idea and I’m just fulfilling her wish.

A one shot in which you are Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and Harry’s ex and see some very risqué pictures of the two of them on New Year’s Eve. But considering you’re a kind person, you let it go and someone you hoped to never see again calls you out for it.

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You didn’t have the last name Kardashian but you may as well have been one considering you spent the majority of your time with the family. You were Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and though you technically just worked for Kendall, you had definitely helped the other girls get ready for red carpet events and casual night outings in the past. You were close with them, and you’d appeared on their show a handful of times. There was no avoiding it, considering your business was pretty popular ever since you’d started working with Kendall and the Kardashian camera were everywhere.

You didn’t mind though, considering you and Kendall were ridiculously close ever since you’d started working with her a couple years ago and you were around the same age so you got along rather well. 

She was the one who introduced you to him actually. It was at an event and they came back to the hotel to hang out. You were sitting there zipping bags up and listening to music while drinking wine by yourself when their loud laughter startled you as they stumbled through the door. Everyone thought they were dating at the time but you knew from Kendall that they were just friends. There was absolutely nothing romantic going on between them but you could tell he was rather fond of her the minute you met him.

“Harry!” Kendall squealed, “Oh my gosh meet Y/N! She’s the reason I look so fabulous all the time,” she winked at you and shoved Harry forward so he stumbled over his feet. 

“I think you two will be needing some water,” you chuckled, “Fun night?”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” he smiled a wide smile that split his whole face and offered you his hand. You shook it, chuckling because they were definitely both out of their minds drunk, and shuffled past him towards the kitchen. When they’d woken up the next morning, Harry hadn’t seen you sleeping on the couch when he went to sit down, almost killing you by crashing down on your stomach. An interesting conversation followed and you both hit it off rather well.

You were surprised really, considering you were the ‘behind the scenes’ type of girl and he basked in the spotlight. But somehow you ended up in a relationship. It also surprised you just how much Harry seemed to genuinely like you considering you could have sworn he had feelings for Kendall. But months went by and you two remained strong. You fell in love and you fell hard. It seemed that he did as well because you two were inseparable. He spent every waking and sleeping moment he could with you and you tried hard to fit into his schedule as well when he was on the road. 

It was a relationship full of mutual understandings and you both built each other up rather well. Harry even bought a house in the California area you were at just so he could, as he liked to say, “Come home to you.” 

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This whole thing has been so messy.

When I reached out almost twenty one days ago
It was the first time in a while
I was hanging onto the last words you said-
That I was special to you.
That I was the kind of girl that you never wanted out of your life.
You asked me to please reach out soon
To call you up and you would take me to supper and that if I ever needed anything,
You would be there for me
Those words were heavy, deeper than the sea
They hit me in a place where I was vulnerable and weak
And I held onto them
I continued to care for you
I cried so many tears missing you
I prayed for you every night
Some nights curling up in a ball, crying out to God and asking Him why I couldn’t have you
[I still don’t know why.]

And at first when I came back
My mind was drugged at the euphoric thought of having you back
[Maybe it wasn’t even real all along-
Maybe it was just a fantasy]

But I have to look at the facts now.
These last few weeks, my phone has been silent
Barely a careless, discarded word or two from you
Conversations you start without replying
It leaves me hanging on and
That’s not fair
Because based on the evidence of your actions
I can come to these conclusions:
You don’t care like you used to and
I don’t mean a thing to you.
[maybe i never did]
It h u r t s.
I thought coming back to you would heal the growing ache in me
But it only made it worse
You are cold now
A winter wind
A stranger
An empty, dark room
And I don’t want to shiver in your iciness anymore

So if you ever wonder why I am gone
I am writing this poem to let you know
I never stopped caring for you-
I just realized
You didn’t care for me
And I had to let go of you.

Preference #4 Your child(ren) walked in on you two

Requested: “Preference where your child walks in on you two having sex”
(A|n fam I had too much fun with this OML)
Bellamy Blake: Bellamy sucked harshly on (Y/N)’s neck as she arched her back with a light moan.
“God I’ve missed this.” Bellamy moaned. He was grinding on her and teasing her wet slit with his cock. The young couple finally got a moment alone. Both their kids sleeping peacefully in their room. Now was their much needed ‘mommy daddy’ break they had been needing after a full day. Bellamy slowly slid his length into her wet heat as her eyes fluttered shut. Bellamy relished in it as it had been awhile since they both had this time. Ever since their second child, Dylan was conceived. Bellamy moaned at the feeling before bringing his hips back to slam back in as (Y/N) bit her lip trying not to moan. They were oblivious to the sound of the pattering of feet in the hallway. Thank god they had the sheet over their naked bodies as the door swung open. Both their head snapped over to door. Looking like deer in head lights.
“Mommy? Daddy?! What are you guys doing?” Charlie asked as she stood in her onesie. Her 1 year older brother standing beside her with his thumb in his mouth.
“M-mommy and daddy were just um…wrestling!” Bellamy stated as he quickly pulled out as he wrapped the blanket tightly around us.
“Oh…why are you wrestling naked daddy?” She whispered.
“Because mommy’s and daddies can do that sweetie. W-what do you need?!”
“Me and Dylan had a nightmare.”
“Okay…me and mommy will meet you in your rooms okay cupcake?!” Bellamy quickly stated.
“Otay daddy!” And they both disappeared from the doorway.
“Oh my god!”
“So close.” Bellamy whined.
“Bell!…we can finish later just help me find some clothes!” (Y/N) blushed as they quickly got dressed.
John Murphy: “God baby you feel so tight around my cock.” Murphy moaned. I nibbled his ear as he moaned. He harshly thrusted into me as I gasped. Nails scraping his back.
“God you’re so tight.” He moaned loudly.
“Sh! You’ll wake up Benji and Ruby!” I hissed.
“They’re not gonna wake up.” He rolled his eyes before returning to his harsh thrusting. Suddenly we heard a little gasp and my eyes flew over to where our 9 year old son Benji and our 6 year old Ruby stood with wide eyes.
“Daddy! You’re hurting mommy!” Ruby cried running out of the room.
“Mom…dad…why are you two naked?”
“Well we were just getting done…um-”
“With our wrestling match!” (Y/N) glared as Murphy nodded.
“Oh…did daddy win?”
“Yes he did”. Murphy smiled as (Y/N) slapped his chest.
“Just go to your room while we get dressed okay baby?!”
“Okay mommy.” And he walked away.
“Murphy you’ll be lucky if we ever wrestle again.” (Y/N) said as Murphy’s eyes widened.
Jasper Jordan: “I just got them to sleep.” (Y/N) smiled as Jasper laid on the bed with the sheet covering his lower half.
“Then get that cute ass over here.” He winked as I walked over and lifted the sheet. His manhood slapping his stomach. I bit my lip as I took my pj pants off and took my top off before he moaned at the sight of my pink, erect nipples. His hand flying up to squeeze them as I lowered myself onto his awaiting cock. I moaned as I lifted myself on top of him before he bucked his hips to meet mine halfway as I moaned.
“Jesus Christ I missed this.” He moaned. His hands drifting to my hips.
“Don’t b-be so loud…We’ll wake up Rosie and Scarlet and Mont.” I whispered trying to keep my voice as I referred to our 10 year old, seven year old and 2 year old.
“They’re not gonna wake up…cmon babe.” He reassured. As if they heard us the door flew open as Jasper froze mid thrust.
“Um…mom…why are you naked on top of daddy?” Scarlet asked with furrowed brows.
“Mommy and daddy were just…u-um…”
“We were practicing our karate! Just like you and Rosie do!”
“But why naked.”
“Because mommies and daddies can do that…w-what do you guys need?”
“Well Grayson starts crying.” Rosie blushed. I sighed as Jasper laid with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
“Mommy will be there in a minute okay?” I blushed. They nodded as they left the door way.
“I’m gonna die!” Jasper whined.
“Of what embarrassment or not finishing?”
“Both!” He cried as he threw on clothes.
“Just pick up your shorts. Leave them untied. We’ll finish after. You get Grayson I’ll get the girls and Mont.” Jasper nodded. His face still red as a tomato.
Monty Green: “I missed how tight you were.” Monty whispered hotly in my ear as he thrusted into me. His mouth sucking on my neck harshly.
“I missed having you inside me.” (Y/N) moaned as he smirked.
“Aren’t we lucky Jasper offered to babysit?! Jesus I would have exploded if he hadn’t volunteered.” He moaned as I clenched around him.
“You just about made me explode when you licked my nipples and spanked my ass.”
“Want me to do it again?”
“Please.” (Y/N) whined.
“Cmere then babe.” Monty smirked.
“Mommy! Daddy!” Our son Alex shouted through the door. He burst through with our twin daughters, Riley and Aria in tow. I shrieked as Monty froze.
“Mommy? Daddy! Why are you eating mommy!” Riley cried.
“Monty! (Y/N)! We just came to get Aria and Riley’s bags-OH MY GOD!” Jasper screamed as his eyes widened.
“Jasper! Look away man!” Monty shouted.
“What is happening?!” Alex screamed as Jasper covered Alex eyes.
“Why was daddy slapping moms butt!”
“Because mommy was being bad everybody out!” Monty shouted as everyone sprinted out.
“Oh my god I’m dead.” (Y/N) whined.
“Not before I finish preferably!” Monty demanded. I heard the speeding of a car before I let Monty continue.

they find out you are in the dollhouse

Originally posted by run-cleverboyandrememberme


Jason was sat in his desk at work when he got a call.

It was from the prison. Normally he would ignore all of the calls, but it could’ve been you. He was ashamed to say that he was disappointed when he heard his sister’s voice. She sounded anxious and worried. He thought that he could ask her how you were, so he picked up. She was relieved and also shocked, not thinking that this would work.

“Hello” he said.

“Jason, listen. Y/n and the girls have gone. They were moved and then they went missing, something happened. They don’t know where they are. I just didn’t want you to find out any other way.” She finished, taking a breath.

“y/n’s missing?” he asked, although he said it under his breath as if he was saying it to himself.

“Yes and you need to find her Jason! Find them!” Alison cried into the phone. He knew how much they meant to her, despite her actions, she loved her friends.

“I will. Don’t worry, I won’t stop until I do.” He replied. He didn’t know where to start. He felt useless. After coming up with ways to help he’d managed to get nowhere, you told him about A straight away and he had been nothing but useless up until this point.

With nowhere else to turn he found himself at your house. He wandered up and reached out to knock the door, but then decided against it. Your parents didn’t need the disturbance at a time like this. So instead he snuck around into your room and slept on your bed, wishing you were there cuddled up next to him.

Originally posted by raekens-theo


He was just coming in from school when he noticed his parents sat on the sofa.

“Mike we need to talk to you about something” Byron said as he motioned for him to sit down on the seat placed in front of them. He took off his bag and set it down, his heart beating at those words.

“What happened?” he asked, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“The girls were in the prison van.” Ella stated, reaching her hand out to place on top of his. “Then they went missing.” She finished, studying his face for a reaction. He showed no emotion, not quite understanding what they meant.

“Went missing as in ran away?” he questioned. He didn’t believe any of you would do that. You were falsely accused but you wouldn’t run away from the law, it would only make things worse.

“no.” Byron said sadly. “They were taken.” Mike didn’t know how to react, the only thought in his head was ‘A’. He stood up abruptly, leaving the house. He walked for what seemed like hours, thinking about what happened. He was in shock, not only had he lost his sister, he lost you as well.

Hold On

Title: Hold On Part 2

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, super sad and stressed Shawn and Aaliyah (yes that’s a warning), my horrible attempt at angst (but to be fair I kinda teared up when writing this but I would have full on cried if I was alone), tooth rotting fluff (i.e. my forte). Also, I don’t include parents because everyone has different parents and I will never be able to write a neutral. Sorry?  

Summary: When Shawn finds out that you got into a car accident, he’s too stressed to do anything but write a song. The only thing that calms his nerves, other than you.

Word Count: Almost 1.1k but not quite

A/N: I know that the song is supposed to be about Shawn and his family and how he misses them but when I first heard it, this is what came to mind. I’m sorry if that offends you…

Also! If you find any typos or something that doesn’t make sense please drop a message in my inbox! It’s now open with anon on! 

Part 1

When Shawn landed he immediately called his dad.

“Hey dad where are-”

“It’s Liyah. Dad forgot his phone.” His little sister cut him off and she sounded like she had been crying.

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Your Heart Is Filled With Wanderlust

Rating: PG

Ships: Kidge/Pieth/Keidge, Pidge/Keith (Mostly Platonic)

Fic Summary:

“They sat for a while, passing the food between them, saying nothing. Pidge stared at the stars, feeling that powerful longing tugging at her gut. The earth below her felt small, like a stepping stone, barely anchoring her to its surface. She wanted to push off, but forces stronger than gravity kept pulling her back and holding her down. She could almost see the light of the small town she called home, the off-white glow on the horizon of houses and stores seemed to be her whole world now. Everything that mattered held in the confines of a desert mountain range on a small blue dot floating through space.”


The desert was quiet. Of course, most places were in the middle of the night, but as the clock ticked closer to 1am the crickets and cicadas silenced their cries, and even the lone coyotes and wolves ceased their howling. The air fell still, no longer shaking through the dry branches and grass. Perfect silence.

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shastar24  asked:

Oh ok I'm so sorry!! I didn't know about the rules it was a simple prompt but long to type so I'll just say show Amy proving the ultimate proof of love in hug form like she normally does but it had the angle of saving him which is the best proof of Love's definition. Thanks so much!! Sorry again!!

Please don’t be scared by the post with all the rules and purchases!!! You can still ask for prompts and not have to pay a dime! It’s an option for those who would like more than just this. And it’s cheap! :Db It also hasn’t been set up yet, so don’t worry and be happy now~<3

And no problem ^^ I enjoy it!

(x) Used with artists permission, please support her as well! (Also, if you know where the Christmas broadcast of the Japanese voice actors singing this then please- LINK ME CAUSE I WANT TO HEAR IT *cries*)


It had been over a year since she had seen him…

She hovered by her window, sitting down and looking out the window, bored and depressed.

It was tiring… wishing she could somehow… transfer these feelings of longing and how much she loved him to him.

She stretched her arms over the windowsill, as if figuratively trying to send a ‘signal beam’ through the tips of her hand to Sonic. Hoping… somehow… they would magically reach his heart and let him know how much she missed him.

Suddenly, as she wiggled her fingers and smiled the pleasant thought of him halting in his run, only to look back over his shoulder in her way- there was a huge explosion.

Instead of fear, there rose adrenaline with excitement.

She was worried what was happening, but absolutely no fear, just some jitters from shock.

She raced down the stairs of her home, pulling a jacket but realizing it was probably super warm out and tossing it in a hurry to her couch, and then bolting out the door.

Not bothering to lock it in her frenzy, she almost ran off without letting the door fully closed, and swished her arms about in circles to stop her momentum. Turning around, she shut the door and locked it quickly, before dropping the key and scooting it under the mat.

Another explosion.

Her eyes shot up, and she raced towards the sound, giggling like a true girl in love.

A little odd for any outsider to witness someone getting so excited over explosions close to their own home… but if anyone knew Amy, or Sonic for that matter, they knew that if there was excitement- there was none other than Sonic The Hedgehog on the scene.

Rushing into the forest, she came out on a clearing and ducked slightly at the wind blast of further explosions.

Moving her arms from shielding her face, she gasped as she leaned forward, seeing the meadow on fire and Sonic’s weary self lifting off of the ground, his breath looking horse and hard, seeing as he was sweating from the fire around him and the effort being put into the fight.

He crooked his arms, hoisting them up as he summoned more power to him.

He cried out as energy burst from him, his Super Form radiant in the flames, before a figure flickered out in front of him…

As the figure walked, the sparks of the flames would curl over his metallic feet…

Finally, she saw through the blur of heat….

Metal Sonic’s glowing red eyes.

They rose to life like they were also powering up, burnt already but not melted yet, he mimicked Sonic’s actions, and his engine roared a returning battle-cry.

The two slammed their heads together, spiraling the fire upwards before it whipped out of existence, just the burning around them remained as they strained in the air to push the other back…

A power struggle of epic proportions.

“Sonic!” Amy cried out, stepping forward.

The two’s eyes twitched to look back at her.

Bad move…

Amy suddenly realized this… and stepped back.


Sonic tried to pull Metal’s attention back to him, but he already broke from the headbutt and crushed a hand against his skull, keeping Sonic down as he sent a missile out to Amy.

Responded prepared, she summoned her hammer and whacked it away. The explosion knocked her back though, and she flinched a moment with a cry of fright.

Falling back, she tried to get her bearings again, before seeing Sonic smashed to the ground at incredible force, and Metal lay a heavy bombardment of missiles down on him…

“NOOO!!” Amy quickly got up and raced to him, jumping out to try and knock some fire-power away.

As if by random luck, she managed to swing and knock one missile into exploding; which pushed back two to three others coming down after it.

But with that act came a price…

She fell next to Sonic, the front of her body twisted on it’s side; crushing her into the small crater created by the heavy downpour of attacking missiles.

She strained her face at the momentary pain before leaping her body forward and trying to crawl to Sonic.

This looked bad.

Badder than any situation she had before been kept in.

“Sonic… Sonic, please!” she shook him, but Metal Sonic held his place in the air… he stopped his attacks only to see if his objective had been accomplished yet.

He was like a shimmering death… looming over the two from the sky filled with smoke and small flares from the fires.

A morning star that shone at night’s wake.

“Sonic..!” Amy cried out, seeing him not stir and his super form fading.

She heard a engine roar and looked up, “Metal, no!”

Metal Sonic brought up his arms, holding a large platoon of missiles behind him.. they steadied themselves as fire raged behind them…

They would descend at any minute.

She turned back to Sonic, tears starting to from in her eyes.

“I missed you… I missed you so much, Sonic… please.. don’t make me have to miss you again.” she moved a hand to his face, feeling his slow breathing as more of his chaos power was draining from him…

His face looked war-torn and exhausted… she had never seen him so drained of life before, so thinned on youthful energy…

He wouldn’t last another downpour…

She moved her hand and looked up, glaring to Metal Sonic.

She got herself up on a knee, looming herself over Sonic.

“I won’t let you win, Metal!” she cried out. “I won’t stand for it!”

He narrowed his eyes.

The missiles shot down.

She gasped and turned, embracing Sonic as she closed her eyes, her back exposed to whatever may befall them.

“I don’t want to wait!” she declared in finally her fright and fear taking over her. She was desperate now, crying as she clung to him.

“I never want to wait to see you ever again!”

in a split-second… almost with a heavenly glow, Sonic’s body rose in light and power…

She felt her body… almost floating as the power soared around her in small, yellow, whimsical whisks around her.

Caressing and seeming to lick or bend around her, she looked down to notice Sonic’s eyes slowly open, his super form restored fully as he smiled.

He put his arms around her and looked up.

Amy looked to see the blast of his renewed strength had sent a sphere of forceful pressure out around them.

It completely pushed back Metal Sonic’s missiles, and left him making robotic noises of distress, seeing them fly out in incalculable directions before one surprised him and crashed into him.

He was thrown back in a streak of black smoke, and crashed somewhere far, far and away.

Breaking from Amy, Sonic smirked and took off like a comet towards where he had disappeared too.

In amazement, still caught up in the alluring feeling of relief and renewal of life, her quills suddenly came down and the healing energy left her entirely, slowly floating her back to the ground.

“…Sonic?” she had never experienced that kind of sensation from his Super Form before…

“What…” she blinked, before gasping and putting her hands up to her mouth. “That was amazing!” she praised, before wobbling to her numbed knees, still apparently taken aback by all that happened, and started laughing in small spurts.

She caught herself from falling and rushes to her feet, stumbling a bit out of the crater before looking around her.

“Beautiful…” her head scanned the surrounding environment in wonderment.

The light that Sonic had produced gave energy to the life under the ashes… flowers and new plant life had grown around it, on the burnt trees now lush and green with life…

There was no sign of destruction, only rebirth.

She wasn’t sure how this could happen but she crawled out and fell down again, happily landing in some daises that had their petals and pollen splash out into the air, softly floating in it’s breeze.

It was surreal… the sky was still filled with smoke… slowly clearing up but oh, the sights of bright green and vibrant colors all around her… an exact opposite of the destruction that once made her fear, even for an instant, that this could never be possible.




“Sonic.” her eyes batted a second.

She rose up and turned herself towards the sky.

“Ohhh..! Hmph!” She smashed her hands on the ground, puffing up her cheek. “He left me again!” she pouted, before sighing and drooping her head down.

“Heh… oh well.” she looked up with a understanding smile. “Maybe it’s just meant to be… me waiting for him like this…”

As she seemed to get herself together and leave, a sonic boom grabbed her attention, and turned her eyes skyward yet again.

She panicked for a moment and scrambled away when she saw a yellow streak of blasting glory coming straight back her way, and ducked into the crater again.

Shivering a second, she suddenly lifted her head to peek and see that there was no explosion.

The light just flashed and suddenly… he was hovering just off to the side of the crater.

“Amy… What you did was crazy.”

That voice…

It was so reassuring for some reason, as if there was no reason to fear anymore.

She immediately bore an open-smile on her face, and tried to rush out of the crater.

He stepped onto the ground and offered her a hand.

“W-well…” she was pulled towards him after taking his hand, shocking her a minute before getting her feet situated… and her blush under control.

“What better way to say… w-what I needed to say,.. then with a hug?” she smiled up at him, but there was a faint sweat drop on the side of her face.

Was she still not going to say it?

Sonic’s eyes bent to a holy grace, as suddenly he dipped his muzzle down to her.

“I would say that you should take more caution when telling me what you… need to say.” he kidded a moment, before chuckling under his breath and closing his eyes a moment. “But I know you wouldn’t listen.”

She giggled too, putting a hand up by her mouth before noticing how close they were.

Were there things… in his eyes… that he wanted to tell her too?

It’s true that he kept holding her… even after she had got her bearings straight again…

“Sonic… I-”

He suddenly embraced her.

“I think you’re right.”

He admitted.

Her eyes blinked in puzzlement.


She questioned, tilting her head cutely and shifting her eyes about over his shoulder.

“…I think the best way to put it… is also in a hug too.”

She was thrilled he understood, her eyes lighting up at him saying that, and then embraced him as lovingly and passionately as she could.

“Emmmm-EM! I love you, Sonic The Hedgehog!”

To her surprise? He smiled and closed his eyes, retaining the hug just a little… bit… longer…

than ever before~<3

What Happened at the Airport

Summary: Quick fic of what happened at the airport after Dan and Phil missed their flight to LA, based on the story they told at Vidcon. 

Excerpt; Dan kissed back, tears still falling. He felt Phil’s arms wrap around him and he hugged him tightly back. They didn’t need to speak to know how the other was feeling. They could feel their sadness, their guilt, their disbelief through their embrace. They continued kissing, and continued sobbing, their cheeks becoming wet with each other’s tears.

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sadness & Crying (but lots of comfort and happy ending)

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anonymous asked:

Mc gets into an accident and has partial memory loss like she knows the rfa members but does not recall that they are dating


This has become standard at this point, but It’s 3:20 in the morning and to my queue it goes.

 I hope this makes sense. 

Yoosung: Yoosung hadn’t left their bedside in the past three days since they arrived at the hospital, barely sleeping and only eating when someone brought him food. He couldn’t stand the idea of them waking up and him not being there.

Eventually, however, he fell asleep with his head on their stomach.

“Yoosung, wake up.” They said softly, a hand on his shoulder as they shook him awake. He mumbled softly, not opening his eyes. A few seconds later he came to the abrupt realization that MC was awake and that they were in the hospital of all places.

“How long have you been here?” They asked with a soft laugh. “You look exhausted, why didn’t you go home?”

He sat up, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. “I didn’t want to leave in case you woke up.”

They nodded slowly, before looking towards him with a bright grin. “You really are sweet Yoosung,” he beamed at them, “I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.”

Immediately the smile dropped from his face. They were messing with him, right? But they looked serious. Only now, their smile had faded and been replaced with a concerned expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?” They asked carefully, but he couldn’t get the word friend out of his head. 

He gave a weak excuse for why he needed to leave before running from the room without giving them a chance to see him cry. 

Jaehee: “The doctors said three days until you can come home which is obviously good news,” Jaehee said with a grin. 

She’d missed having them at home and working with her in the shop. She’d be glad once they were cleared to return to work, not because she was working too hard, but because she loved their company so much.

“That’s good,” They agreed with a soft laugh, “I’m not overly fond of hospitals.” 

“Then I’ll make your favorite meal for dinner on the night you get out of here to celebrate,” she suggested with a grin, already planning it out in her head. She’d have to run to the store before then. 

“Don’t!” MC cried. “That’s really nice but you don’t have to cook for me. You especially don’t have  to bring it over to Rika’s apartment, and I’m not letting you come over as a guest and make dinner there because that’s rude. And nobody knows the address of Rika’s apartment so you wouldn’t be able to find your way there in the first place.” 

“Oh?” Jaehee asked, “Why do you feel the need to move back into the old apartment?” she asked, slightly concerned hat she’d disappointed MC some how. She thought their relationship had been going well, but what if she’d messed something?   

“As opposed to?” They asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Living at our place near the shop?” 

“Are you saying we live together?” MC asked, eyes wide in shock. 

Jaehee nodded in confusion. Did they really not remember that? “Of course,” she said softly, not knowing how to explain their relationship at the moment. What was necessary was to speak with the doctors and tell them that MC was experiencing issues with their memory, so she quickly excused herself from the room. 

She’d regain control of her emotions and would explain everything to them later, but for right now she needed some time to herself to come to terms with the fact that MC couldn’t remember that they were even in a relationship in the first place, let alone they details of said relationship. 

Jumin: He was confident that they were under the best care available, but even so, it took them days to wake up and he was a wreak. He hadn’t gone into work since they’d been placed in the hospital and had put their doctors on speed dial. In the first day, he called the doctors every hour demanding to know if their condition had changed and if they woke up as well as giving them the reminder to contact him if anything changed. 

When he finally received the information that they had woken up and seemed to be fine he was overjoyed because everything was miraculously okay, but the moment he walked into the hospital room, he know something was off. 

Their expression was slightly shocked when they saw him walk through the door as if they couldn’t quite believe that he’d actually come to visit them, which was ridiculous. “Jumin?” They asked carefully, “What are you doing here? You’re the first RFA member to come visit me, is everything okay?”

“Of course I am. I was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up.” He admitted, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

MC blushed faintly, looking away from him and he wondered if he said something wrong. “It’s not like you to be so emotional. I’d expect that kind of thing more from Zen than from you, no offense.” Their response shocked him. Since he and MC had officially begun their relationship, Zen had backed off quite a bit, so why would they expect something like that more from him than from their own boyfriend? 

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“I’m fine,” he assured them, They were the one in the hospital, he should be the one worrying about them. “Do you want me to bring you anything from home now that you’re awake?” He asked, slightly hesitant. 

“I thought you weren’t allowed to know the address of the apartment?” They asked, tone light and curious. “Did Seven end up telling you anyway?”

Now he was starting to get worried, how couldn’t they remember that they’d moved in to his penthouse with him, but he already knew the answer without having MC confirm it aloud. By some twisted form of luck, they remembered the RFA, at least to some degree, but they didn’t know that they‘d been in a relationship for over a year. 

“I need to get some fresh air,” he said, forcing a calm demeanor. He wouldn’t allow himself to panic in front of them. He’d figure things out, maybe contact the RFA to let them know of MC’s condition if he felt up to it. Only once he’d calmed down would he go back to their room to talk. 

Zen: He knew they hated hospitals as much as he did and seeing them, small and unconscious in the hospital bed had almost killed him. He normally wasn’t especially good at taking care of himself, but he immediately became even worse at it after the accident.  

“You’re awake!” he cried in relief, immediately throwing his arms around them in a tight hug, before remembering that they were still in the hospital and still in pretty bad condition and pulling away with a guilty grin that proved that he wasn’t entirely sorry. “Sorry Babe, just don’t worry me like that again. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep in days, I couldn’t stop worrying about you. The director thought I was sick and sent me home early…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I’m fine, you really shouldn’t of had to miss work for me.” 

“Of course I did,” He insisted, “If the person I love is hurt I’m going to visit them in the hospital and at the very least bring them flowers. My work isn’t more important than you.” He gestured towards the vase of flowers on the table with a wide grin. All MC’s favorites were there and they found themself wondering how he knew or if he just guessed luckily. 

“Don’t you think that ‘person you love’ thing is a bit dramatic, even for you?” They asked with a laugh and he frowned. He’d said it before and they’d never seemed to mind it then. 

“Maybe the term partner would be better?” He suggested teasingly, “soulmate?” 

They blushed and he grinned even brighter at them. “You do realize that we’re not actually together, right?” they asked, rolling their eyes and the grin immediately fell from his face. “Zen?” And at that moment his heart almost stopped. How long ha it been since they called him by his stage name when they were alone? 

“Do you really not remember?” He asked and they shook their head. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, “I just need to think,  I’m sorry.” 

Seven: He was absolutely exhausted, but he refused to leave their bedside or sleep, not when they needed him. He’d gone years without taking care of himself, he could manage a few days for them, still he’d started nodding off when he suddenly was suddenly woken up to a loud shout of “Seven!” That almost gave him a heart attack. “What are you doing here? You look terrible!” 

He laughed, now wide awake. He knew he probably really did look awful, but that didn’t even matter to him right now because they were awake. It didn’t even matter to him that they’d called him by that old nickname. They were probably just shocked to see him there and it wasn’t like he minded really, he kind of missed them called him by that nickname. 

“MC!” He cried out in relief, “Thank God you’re okay, I was so worried.” 

“You always worry so much,” they laughed and he grinned. 

“For you, it’s worth it,” He replied easily. God he’d missed this over the past few days. he didn’t know what he would have done if MC hadn’t woken up. “I love you so much,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair. 

“Seven!” they shrieked and he laughed again. He loved when they acted so cute and shy like this. He hummed a response, resting his chin gently on the top of their head, desperate for contact. “What’s wrong?” 

“I missed you,” He mumbled, closing his eyes, just for a moment. 

“Idiot,” they laughed and he smiled sleepily. 

“Hey, MC,” he said, his voice slightly sing-songy, “Say my name. My real name not Seven.” He’d been so worried they wouldn’t wake up. 

“What’s this about Luciel?” They asked and he froze. He didn’t think they’d ever called him by that name before and it felt terribly wrong. Surely they knew what he meant thought, right? They were just messing around. 

“Not that one,” He said, keeping his tone light despite the concern he was starting to feel. “Saeyoung.” 

MC’s eyes widened in confusion. “Wait, your real real name is Saeyoung?” They asked looking genuinely confused. “Does it really take me almost dying for you to tell me what your real name is? You really are weird.” 

“Stop, it right now, just stop  okay,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “it’s not funny anymore, stop pretending like you don’t remember anything you’re freaking me out.” 

“I’m not…what are you talking about Seven? You’re being weirder than normal.” They asked and they really did look confused. 

“What do you remember about me?” He asked nervously. 

“You’re in the RFA with me,” They started, “You’re a hacker, you make a lot of jokes that don’t make a lot of  sense, but you’re also one of the funniest people I know, you have a job you can’t talk about, you live off chips and soda and don’t sleep enough, you like cars, you have a maid, you’re my best friend–” He cut them off immediately, unable to listen to any more.

Best friend.

They hadn’t really considered each other friends in over a year so why now unless they genuinely didn’t remember. 

Suicide’s Daughter: Part 1

Summary: Time. It was constantly moving. Sometimes it felt like days went by in seconds, and others like it can’t move fast enough.Regardless, it’s always there. The clock is always ticking, counting down to the next unknown event.

Your life was seemingly normal. You worked as a Police Officer in a small town, leaving your career as one pretty dull compared to ones around the country, but it paid the bills and you were happy.

Dean Winchester becomes a victim of the infamous villain known as fate, and yours gets corrupted in the crossfire. Fate can’t be avoided.

But maybe, it can be changed.

Originally posted by marilynmay

Notes: Am I going to regret posting this? Hell yeah! Is this going to become another uncompleted story? Who knows!

In all seriousness, I thought ya’ll deserved a fic (because it’s been a while), so as of right now, a new part will come out every week. So… enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader…. ish

Word Count: ~1.5k

Song: Matthew and the Atlas - Out Of The Darkness

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, guns (not a dark fic, just angsty)

“Why is it that Y/N is the most successful out of all of us?” Brooke, one of your two roommates, asked over dinner one night as the three of you were seated around the table.

“Because I figured out what I wanted to do earlier,” you shrugged, digging your fork into a few green beans.

“But you’re so badass!” Elroy argued, setting her utensils down as she got more involved in the conversation. “You’re out protecting people every day, meanwhile we’re seated in a college classroom.”

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anonymous asked:

namjoon : 25 , 28

Prompt: “I thought you were dead.” “You did this for me?” + Namjoon

Words: 860

Warnings: fluff

Description: You friends make you go on a vacation to relax from the stress, but what you saw when you got there was way better than expected.


A vacation.

That’s what you needed.

You knew that going on a vacation wouldn’t solve any of the problems going on in your life, but your friends urged you to do it, saying that you need to relax and a nice vacation to Hawaii would help with that.

“I’m off the plane now. Where am I supposed to go?” You asked one of your friends on the phone.

“Are you in the front of the airport? There should be a driver there to pick you up.” Taehyung explains. “He should be holding a sign that says ‘kim.’”

You looked around for a person holding that sign. You saw him in the far corner of your eye and walked towards him.

“Do I have to pay him?” You asked taehyung as you approached the man holding the sign.

“No. He’s already paid for. You’re good.” Taehyung says.

“Mrs. Kim?” The driver asks you.

“Say yes.” Taehyung tells you through the phone.

“Yes.” You told the man. He held the door of his car open so you could get inside. He put your luggage in the trunk before getting into the car and driving away.

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Perfect Only Last So Long Part Twenty One- Tyler Joseph

Tyler drove you back to his parents. You stayed quiet most of the ride, you were nervous. You had already seen her for a minute today, but she didn’t recognize you. What if she hates you? What if Tyler tells you to leave because she doesn’t like you? You so badly wish you could disappear again or turn back time to when it was all perfect.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tyler asked as he turned off his car and looked at you.

“It’s just, I didn’t tell you, but I was already here today and I saw Gabby. She answered the door and she looked at me like I was a complete stranger. I also saw your mom and what if everyone hates me. Maybe this was a bad idea.” you said getting upset.

“Y/N, no you’re wrong. Gabby probably doesn’t realize it’s you. You changed and for the better. She loves you and wants to see you. As for my parents, don’t worry about it, they’ll be understanding. Just take a deep breath, okay?” Tyler was holding your hand in his as he softly spoke to you.

“Now lets go in. My parents should be leaving very soon. We’ll have the place to ourselves and Gabby. This is what you’ve wanted, this is what we’ve all wanted. Now let’s take the first step in becoming a family and go inside.” he told you and you took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Tyler lead you inside where his mother and father were in the kitchen getting ready to leave.

“Tyler is that you?” you heard his mother.

“Yeah, where’s Gabby?” he asked.

“She’s outside on the playset. We’re leaving in a minute.” she told him and you followed him outside.

“Daddy!” Gabby screeched excitedly jumping off the swing and running into his arms.

“Hey Gab. How was today?” he asked her as you stood a few feet away watching them together.

‘It’s never too late to run.’ you thought to yourself. ‘She’s so happy with him.’

You wanted to run and cry. You didn’t want to see Gabby when she didn’t even know who you were. You stood there looking down feeling tears in your eyes, fighting to leave, but you fought them back.

“Mommy?” you heard a small sad voice ask and you looked up to see Tyler and Gabby looking at you.

“Hi Gabby.” you said and she ran to you.

That’s all it took for your heart to feel whole again and the tears fell. It had been so long since you’ve been able to hug her and actually feel like a mother. You were a fighter, but you couldn’t fight anymore. You needed to be with Gabby, you needed to be with Tyler and now was your chance. No more running, no more long restless nights, and no more pain. It was all here, you’re family.

“I missed you so much Gabby. I love you.” you silently cried as you held her.

“Why did you have to go?” she asked hugging you tight. You could hear the tears in her voice.

“I had to go so I could be reminded how much I love and need you. I’m not going anywhere.” you said.

You held her for a few minutes with Tyler by your side rubbing your back as you cried. It was an emotional mess, but you would rather that than the pain of not having them.

“Promise?” Gabby looks up at you and asks out of the blue. You gave her a confused look. “Promise you won’t leave us?” she asked you.

“I promise babygirl. I’m not leaving you or daddy. Forever.” you said kissing her head.

You spent the rest of the day with them. Gabby didn’t leave your side and either did Tyler. It was nearing Gabby’s bedtime when you looked down to see her passed out in your lap on the couch.

“I’ll go put her to bed.” Tyler said scooping her up and carrying her upstairs.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him so gentle with her. She was so lucky to have him as a father. He loved her so much and he loved you too. Even though the path to where you are right in this moment was rough, you wouldn’t change it for anything.

lunarose99  asked:

Hi! Your Voltron Family au is absolutely brilliant! I love everything about it! I was wondering though if Hunk and Lance ever miss their birth families or have nightmares about the day they died? (Sorry if you've already answered this!)

Awww thank you! ;A; Happy to know you love the The Voltron Family AU! <3


The door of the master bedroom where Shiro and Keith were sleeping was always open, in case something happened with the kids, or if they needed any of their daddies. 

One night, Keith woke up to someone screaming and crying. He instantly sat up and looked around. Shiro was still sleeping, tired from the recent operation he did so Keith didn’t wake him up. Keith got up and followed the sound only to find himself in front of Hunk’s room. The door was open—as always. He saw Hunk gripping Mr. Cuddles tight and he was whimpering and crying out “Mama! Papa!” 

Keith: *quickly goes to Hunk’s bed* *tries to wake him up* Hey, baby. *holds him into his arms*
Hunk: *eyes still closed* Mama! Come back! *starts crying*
Keith: *panics* Hunk, sweetheart. Wake up. You’re having a nightmare.
Hunk: *whimpers* T-they’re burning Papa! *screams*
Keith: *tries harder to shake Hunk awake* Hunk. Hunk. Baby. It’s Daddy. 
Hunk: *stops crying* *wakes up* D-Daddy?
Keith: *sighs in relief* Yeah. It’s Daddy. You were having a nightmare. *wipes Hunk’s tears* 
Hunk: *silently sobs* *grips Keith’s pajamas top* T-the fire… *sobs*
Keith: Shhhhsh. *rocks Hunk* It’s okay. You’re safe with me. *kisses Hunk’s forehead* You’re okay now.
Hunk: Papa t-told me to run quickly and… *sobs* he w-went back to get Mama and-and-and then he— *buries his face in Keith’s tummy* *cries even more*
Keith: *heartbroken* It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault, Hunk. You survived the fire because your Papa saved you. 
Hunk: *more tears fall* I l-love Papa and Mama and now they’re—
Keith: *tears starts to appear* I’m so sorry, Hunk. I’d bring them back if I could but I can’t. *kisses Hunk again* I’m really sorry. *hugs the boy*
Hunk: Daddy Keith, will you be gone too?
Keith: *shakes head* No, I won’t be. Daddy’s staying for as long as you’ll have him. *smiles weakly at Hunk*

Keith slept that night with Hunk cradled in his arms. That was how Shiro found them when he woke up to see that his husband was missing. 


The whole family was out to go swimming at a water park. Pidge was with Keith in the kiddie pool popping some “water bubbles”, giggling in delight. Hunk and Lance were on their way to try another kiddie slide when Shiro saw Lance declining causing Hunk to join Keith and Pidge instead. Shiro was in their table, it was his turn to look after their things. Lance approached their table slowly, looking down on the floor.

Shiro: Hey, you tired already?
Lance: *looks up* *shakes head*
Shiro: Do you want some orange juice?
Lance: *frowns* *shakes head* *sits down across Shiro*
Shiro: What’s wrong buddy? You seem down. 
Lance: It’s nothing.
Shiro: Sure sounds like something to me though. *stands up* *sits beside lil Lance* What’s up, Captain? Daddy’s all ears.
Lance: *looks up* *frowns* *whispers* I miss them.
Shiro: Miss who? *wipes Lance’s upper body to dry him off with a towel*
Lance: *plays with his hands* *mumbles something*
Shiro: *leans down* What? I didn’t catch that.
Lance: Mama and Papa. We… we were supposed to go here that weekend before… before… *shuts eyes*
Shiro: Before the fire happened. *finishes the sentence quietly*
Lance: *nods* *hugs himself with the towel covering his shoulders* *brings his knees to his chest* i just… *starts tearing up* I miss it when Mama makes barbecue when we go to swimming pools and— *wipes his tears* *chuckles*  I sound like a whiny baby.
Shiro: *shakes head* No you don’t. That’s just normal, Lance. You miss your family because you love them. Just because they’re no longer here doesn’t mean you have to forget them. *nudges Lance’s cheek*
Lance: I know but… *pouts* That would seem unfair to you and Daddy Keith. I shouldn’t even be complaining. I mean, I’m not complaining. I love you and Daddy Keith and Hunk and Pidge. You’re my family now and… *cries even more* I just really really miss my Mama and Papa.
Shiro: *pulls Lance to hug him* *kisses his forehead*

The Production of Song of the Long March/Chang Ge Xin is now on hiatus

This is so heartbreaking… I have been reading Xia Da (romanized name of the author)’s work ever since 15. This is not just a seasonal or holiday hiatus, this is a hiatus that we saw with the manga series Nana, a hiatus that may stretch on forever…

Why? Mainly for two reasons. I actually cried when I read the author’s Weibo explaining why she is going on a hiatus.

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werequiff  asked:

Requesting a couple wondertrev fics...feel free to do all or none! I would just love them and am too lazy to write: • ofc the AU where Steve is alive • a fic during their night in Veld, not sexual I just wonder how they connected - emotionally, I mean. did they decide to be 'together'? did they talk about their families? etc. • steve's funeral • Diana's thought process on losing/loving Steve (idk I'm reaching here, it's not my fault they made such a complete movie haha :P)

thanks for the request! i decided to condense your request, hope that’s alright.

“I Love You, My Angel”

Diana x Steve Trevor

When the breaths rolled to a slower pace, and the heaving ceased, Diana stared at the ceiling with nothing on her mind. She’d never been so absentminded before, but Steve was feeling just the opposite. He had so many questions for her, about her childhood, her island, and about Diana herself. What was her favorite color? Did she like singing? What was her favorite story as a child? Had she ever loved someone before…

“What are you thinking about?” whispered Diana, shifting her body so that she laid on her left side. She gazed lovingly at Steve. 

He glanced down to his right with a small smile. “Nothing…” he replied tenderly, running his fingers along her jaw, then chin.

She chuckled lightly, her laugh as soft as snow. “I know you Steve Trevor, and so I know that you are always thinking about something.”

“That’s not…okay that’s kinda true,” he admitted reluctantly but with humor.

Curiously, Diana waited for him to answer her. “So? What is it that you are thinking about so intensely?”

Steve could tell that Diana wasn’t going to stop inquiring so he just sighed and said, “I’m thinking about you.”

Feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks, Diana timidly replied, “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Want to know more about what I was thinking about?” Steve asked teasingly. Without even waiting for a reply, Steve kept going. “I was thinking about how the first time you sway-danced was with me, how you saved me on that beach, how kickass you were on No Man’s Land, how kind you were to the villagers, how beautiful you are–”

“I get it,” Diana exclaimed with a mix of both shyness and authority. “You were thinking about me.”

Silence ensued following Steve’s confession. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but more of a thoughtful one. After what he said, Diana’s mind reeled with thoughts–mostly of the anxious variety. Despite the worrisome thoughts, she felt an overwhelming feeling of love. She had never felt so much attraction to one man, considering this was the first man she had ever met. And she didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, although she had read all about the sensation of romantic love. She was living it now, in person.

“…and God, you are so beautiful.”

While she was lost in all these thoughts, Diana heard Steve whisper something. “What was that?” she asked, brought out of her thoughts. “Did you say something?”

“No, no…I was just talking to myself.” Steve’s hand roamed around Diana’s arm until he found her hands. He wove his fingers with hers, softly squeezing them before pulling them towards his lips. Diana felt electricity where his lips grazed her hand. But there was more excitement in her eyes when she locked her gaze with his striking blue eyes. 

“Oh,” Diana said disappointedly. She had hoped that he had something romantic. Snuggling up next to Steve, she pulled the covers to her chin and sighed, “Goodnight, Steve Trevor.”

Gently running his fingers through her dark curls, Steve murmured, “Goodnight, my angel.”

That night, Diana feel asleep next to the man she loved. With his strong, soft presence, she slept like a baby. There was no worry in her mind–not about Ares or the war. She only thought about how lucky she was to have found Steve. And he was thinking about how lucky he was to have met this gorgeous, brilliant, innocent angel in the midst of all this ugly, terrible mess. She had been the one sacred thing worth protecting–worth dying for. He listened to her relaxed inhale, exhale. That night, Steve Trevor feel asleep next to his treasure. With her next to him, he vowed that he would do anything for her, even give his life for the one thing that had brought him back hope. And that’s exactly what he did.

If only Diana had known then that he’d do anything for her. She might’ve been able to stop him from going into that plane.

As she stood watching over his newly dug and covered grave, Diana felt hot tears stream down her face. She tried to wipe them away but at that point it didn’t matter because the tears were mixing with the ice cold rain, simply drenching her skin, hair, and clothes. Diana felt her shoulders shake violently, maybe because she was cold or because she was experiencing such an extreme sadness that she didn’t think was possible. But soon, despite the heartache, she felt her lips curl ever so slightly. Steve Trevor, even in death, was allowing her to feel the most human range of emotions. From contentment, to joy, and despair, Diana had felt so many feelings in the span of several days than she had felt her entire life. His words echoed in her eyes: I love you. I love you. That hadn’t been the first time he said it to her. It dawned on her that those were the words he murmured in Veld. He had said to her, “I love you.” At the thought, her heart imploded, collapsed into itself, tightened to the point of stopping. There was no way to describe the kind of agony Diana felt when she realized this. She had had two chances to utter those words. Twice she could’ve spoken them, brought them to life. But she had let those two chances slip through her fingers. She could say them now, if she wanted. But what would be the point? He wasn’t here to listen to her, he wouldn’t give her the heart stopping smile after she muttered those words. How could she be so stupid? How could she have missed those opportunities to say “I love you” to the one person she ever loved, and probably the last person she would ever love?

The tears that hadn’t stopped before were definitely not going to stop now. Dropping to her knees, Diana clutched the headstone with all her being and cried the words, “I love you” over and over again until her throat became raw. She was never going to get him back, but she wasn’t planning on infinite grief. Like Steve Trevor had told her, she had to save the world because he had saved the day. 

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