incoming-storm

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wishing I was pushed against the wall by alex summers?

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

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“So now you are giving me the silent treatment? Real mature, Summers.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at Alex. His back was turned to you while he was looking down at the party that was happening below you. He had taken the tux jacket off and loosened some of his buttons from his shirt. His hands were gripping the railings, allowing you a less than generous view of his toned arms. You huffed, knowing that you weren’t going to get much out of him.

“When your’e ready to stop acting like a three year old, then come and talk to me.” You grabbed your dress, lifting it up slightly so you can see your heels. You walked down the stairs of the Xavier mansion, getting ready to go back down the the formal welcome party that Charles was throwing for the parents of the new students. It was to help raise money to get more and better things for the students (and partially so people can see that they shouldn’t be afraid of mutants). Once you reached the bottom, you let go of your dress, turning to give Alex one last glance. You looked up and saw him glaring down at your through your lashes. You shook your head, rolling your eyes and walking away from him. You spotted Hank, smiling at him. He gave a small wave to you.

“Still haven’t found Alex?” He asked, knowing that you left in the first place to go search for the stubborn man.

“No, I found him. He won’t talk to me though.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that was walking by.

“He’s probably jealous.” Hank stated, drinking his own glass. You rolled your eyes for the second time that night.

“Yeah right. He’s the one who hasn’t stopped talking to the trophy wives. He knows he’s flirting with them and I know he tries extra hard when I’m looking. It makes me so mad because I can’t lash out when he casually “talks” to girls but he can go out and throw a fit because one guy even looks at me the wrong way.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that he’s mad because you talked to that one guy. I think he’s mad because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to him lately. You’ve kind of been running off with Ben and Elliot and had to cancel more that a few times on him.” Hank informed. You turned to look at Hank.

“You’re kidding right?” You said louder than you should have. A few heads turned in your direction. You apologized to them, before looking back at Hank.

“I haven’t been running off with anyone. Elliot and Ben have complicated mutations and considering that mine is complicated they have come to me for advice. I help them train a few times a week and sometimes we just hang out and talk. Since when was it such an issue for girls to be friends with guys?”

Hank shrugged.
“I don’t know. But you know how Alex can get when he interprets things the wrong way.” He took a drink from his own glass of champagne.

“Why does it even matter to him? He’s been very obvious in reminding me that we are JUST friends.” You sighed.

“I think you should go talk to him. Regardless of the way he’s acting.”
“I’ll go talk to him but I’m pretty sure that he won’t talk to me.” You said goodbye to Hank before leaving to go upstairs towards Alex’s room.

You knocked on his door, switching your weight from heel to heel to relieve your feet from the slight pain that the heels caused. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door before seeing the door swing open. Alex was standing there, brushing his teeth. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned down, allowing you a nice view of his chest. You let your eyes linger on his chest before moving back up towards his face.

“What?” He asked, sounding annoyed that you interrupted him.

“Wow, he talks.” You replied sarcastically. Alex rolled his eyes, moving his arm to close the door before you stopped him.

“No! Alex please just talk to me.” You pleaded, resisting his attempt to close the door with both your hands. Alex looked at you, moving away from the door to allow you in. You walked in, looking around his room. He was neater than you imagined him to be. There was a small pile of books stacked on his bedside table. Before you got a chance to read them, Alex called out to you. You turned to look at him, realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on now. You widened your eyes, letting out a gasp. You felt your face heat up before you turned your attention away from him.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle the heat?” You heard him tease. You refrained from snapping at him. You took a deep breath.
“Alex I just want to know why you have these sudden outbursts with me. We used to be so close and suddenly you give the silent treatment unless there is absolutely no way for you to avoid conversation with me. Then I stop bothering you for a while and hang out with other people and it just seems like I made things worse somehow. I don’t understand. What did I do?” You let out, turning to face him again. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he stood there deep in thought. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, as if he was debating what to say or how to word what he was going to say. You waited there eagerly, waiting to see what he would come up with. He kept walking towards you, causing you to step back a few steps. His pace increased, until he was pushing you up against the wall next the door of his bedroom. Your breath hitched, eyes alternating from looking at his eyes to down at his lips. His tongue came out and glazed over his bottom lip. His breaths were quiet, calm. Compared to yours, his were a calm sea, and yours were the incoming storm. Every time that you inhaled, your chest barely grazed his. Your heart beat a little faster knowing about the energy blasts that he produced from his core.

“I get…jealous.” He said after a few breaths. “I get jealous that Elliot and Ben have all this time with you. They spend all this time training with you and I know I have mentioned that we’re friends in the past but that was really just for me. I don’t think that I would stand a chance so I tell myself that I am happy with being friends. But I’m not.” Alex mumbles. His voice was slightly raspy from how late it was. His hot minty breath fanned over your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at his next exhale. Your heart was racing. You have dreamed about being this close to him. About being so close to his lips. You parted your lips, the room getting hotter from the close distance. You opened your eyes again, staring up at Alex. His blue eyes were peering into your own. His hands slowly made their way down to grab your hips, pinning them gently to the wall. You craned your neck up to crash your lips against his, moving your own arms up to grab Alex’s hair. You felt him groan against your lips, bringing your hips from the wall to be held against his own. He pushed you back into the wall as he deepend the kiss. There was little to no space between the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were finally getting some answers from Alex’s distance, only these answers are way better than you possibly could have imagines.

A/N: its not my best writing and I’m sorry but I love you amores xox 

Rådare (Norse Creatures)

I will be using the Swedish names/words as there are no English translations.

  • Rådare comes from the word “råda” which means “to rule/take care of” so a rådare is a creature that rules over something.
  • Every rådare rules over their own thing. For example there’s a skogsrå for every forest.
  • The easiest way to make them happy is through respect and gifts.
  • You can protect yourself from them by wearing metal.
  • Remember that the gift has to be biodegradable! A lot of sources say that you should give coins, clothes, tobacco etc. But this is extremely disrespectful as you’re destroying their home (and it’s generally shitty to pollute).
  • Even if you haven’t done anything to make them angry it’s always good to show respect by acknowledging them when you enter their home.

Skogsrå

  • Rules over the forest and the creatures that live there.
  • Usually looks like a beautiful woman with a hollow back and/or hooves and tail. She can also take the shape of different forest creatures.
  • If in a good mood she helps those who are lost and warns people about incoming storms.
  • If in a bad mood she makes sure people get lost.
  • If you live on your own in/close to a forest (or if you are camping) she might come at night when you’re sitting by the fire and attempt to seduce you. If you sleep with her she will keep a part of your soul and you will always have a longing and obsession with the forest.
  • If hunters give her gifts she might “give” them an extra big animal. Though if they manage to shoot one of the animals she protects they have to face her wrath

Havsrå

  • Rules over the ocean and the creatures that lives there.
  • Usually looks like a beautiful woman with long hair, gills, fins, and a fishtail. She can also take the shape of different sea creatures.
  • If in a good mood she shows fishermen where they can find the best fish or warns them about incoming storms. She can also give them good wind and help boats that are taking in water.
  • If in a bad mood she can trick boats into storms so they get lost or sink.
  • Sometimes she will seduce people and drag them down to her home at the bottom of the ocean where they are forced to work as servants.
  • She might stop boats and offer to buy their load, if this happens it’s best to accepts as if you say no she might get so angry that she takes down the entire ship.

Sjörå

  • Rules over lakes and the creatures that live there.
  • Usually looks like a beautiful woman with a hollow back. Unlike havsrået she has legs. She can also take the shape of different freshwater creatures.
  • If in a good mood she might help fishermen and warn them about incoming storms.
  • She only drowns people who have made her angry or if she is very hungry.
  • Just like skogsrået if fishermen give her gifts she might “give” them an extra big fish. Though if they manage to catch one of the creatures she protects they have to face her wrath.

Gruvrå

  • Rules over mountains and mines.
  • Usually looks like a tall woman in an elegant, grey dress. If seen wearing black it is a sure sign of death.
  • If in a good mood she shows miners better ore veins or warns them about any dangers.
  • If in a bad mood she tries to scare people away, if they ignore the warning signs she makes sure they get lost in the mine.
  • Enjoys silence and solitude.
  • Doesn’t like it when people make too much noise.
  • Becomes very angry if miners manage find one of the ore veins she protects.

Källrå

  • Rules over natural springs.
  • Usually looks like a young girl but most of the time she’s invisible. She can also take the shape of a toad.
  • If in a good mood she might show you the future though the water surface. It’s important to remember not to look for too long or too deep as you might lose yourself.
  • If in a bad mood she can make you sick after you’ve drank the water.
  • A lot of sources will say that if you sacrifice something to her before you drink the water it will heal you as well as make the water clean/drinkable. This is not true. There’s not a magical cure for deceases or disorders. Also there’s no way to magically make water drinkable. Always make sure a natural spring is clean before you drink from it.

This is compiled from my own grimoire / what I was taught growing up

You’re Gonna Be Okay

A/N: Soo… I kinda rushed this because I haven’t posted something in a long time and I’m not completely satisfied and was very hesitant to post this but hey. Here it is. Also this is my first time in a while to write in third person so… yeah, Also! Let me know if you’d like a part 2! Enjoy!


Requested? Yes, by Anonymous

Pairing: Tim Drake x Speedster!Reader (Siblings)

 Warning(s): Implied Abuse

Word Count: 1400+ (JeSUS)




Tim sat silently on the windowsill of a tall building, one leg pressed against his chest while the other dangled off the side. A light, cold breeze passed by him as he scanned the small neighbourhood he was watching. He breathed in the scent of rain coming strong from the air around him, seeing the clouds rolling in rather quickly in the distance from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help let out of groan of annoyance, staring at the pitch black storms clouds before turning his attention back to the small, sketchy neighbourhood.

His eye caught a small blur race into an alleyway, being engulfed by the darkness filling the narrow street. Tim didn’t think much at first but his curiosity got to him and he found himself glancing at the same alleyway, a feeling told him that he could miss this chance and regret it for a long time. He bit his bottom lip in slight frustration, taking a moment to think before jumping from the windowsill, careful with his movements and landing on the street quietly in an effort not to startle anything or anyone.

He was slow, his eyes immediately catching to a small child curled up against wall, quietly whimpers could be heard as the figure violently shook. TIm had to admit it was rather cold out, and no doubt this child would be freezing, from what he could observe the kid only wore a gown and ripped socks.

His first thought was to call either Dick or Bruce about this situation, the kid was no older than 8 and what he could tell this was no condition a child should be in. When he got closer he could feel his stomach drop, he couldn’t think straight and a strange feeling of guilt washed over him as he crouched down before the fragile kid.

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healing rain|| old man logan

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by delzinrowe

Okay guys, so you all voted for Healing Rain: and the second one to come out will be Don’t Let This Destroy You. I’m beginning to be on the mend from my sickness (thank god for meds) so I’m hoping to post two of these and then a Charles Xavier oneshot. This is kind of my own storyline and part of the plot at the Munsons house… So bear with me here!

Requested by @house-of-penguin : You’re a human nurse on the run with 11 year old Laura Kinney when Logan Howlett comes spiraling into your life. Much to your shock, you end up falling in love with him- the complete opposite of any man you’d ever imagined yourself being with. After nearly five days on the road together, it comes to your attention that his night terrors are frequent and when you go to comfort him after a bad nightmare, Logan expects you to run out of terror when he reacts the wrong way Needless to say, every fall of rain has the potential to heal. 

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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: weeeey i’m back with part 2, i hope y’all enjoy it! thank you soooo much for the response on the last part, i’m literally blown away and kind of overwhelmed and so grateful. y’all are just amazing. let me know what you think of this part and what you think might happen next!

Part 1

Bucky comes to your office on Thursday and walks you to a Japanese place in Manhattan for lunch. He’s endearingly awkward at first, watching his feet on the pavement rather than you, but eventually he asks about your day at work and you launch into an overly detailed story that eases the tension and even gets Bucky smiling by the time you arrive.

“-and anyway, I was just like, you really think you’re gonna break in here with a power drill? I was kind of offended, but the guy ended up crying so- oh, we’re here?”

Bucky stops outside a restaurant squeezed between a dry cleaners and a pawn shop, so narrow you wonder how his massive shoulders are going to fit through. He smiles softly at you and nods, pressing open the door with a big palm that has the rest of your story dying in your throat, mouth suddenly very dry.

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Reacting to you being afraid of thunder

YOUNGBIN:
You’re cleaning up some dishes from dinner when a flash lights up the whole room. You jump back, startled, and fall back on your butt. When thunder hits with a BOOM you scream at the top of your lungs. Youngbin runs into the kitchen, thinking you’ve hurt yourself and sees you sitting on the floor, eyes shut tight and hands covering your ears. His parental instincts kick in and he picks you up. He sits down on the couch and sits you on his lap, holding you tightly.
“Its okay, I’m here with you.”

Originally posted by binniebaby93

Inseong
You lock yourself in the closet, slamming the door behind you. Inseong calls after you and leans on the door. After a bit passes, you let him in and he pulls you against him, burying your face in his chest.
“Don’t worry, Ill protect you.”

Originally posted by fy-sf9

Jaeyoon
Youre both sitting on the couch when thunder and lightning hit somewhere closeby, causing you to scream out and jump to the floor. Jaeyoon isn’t too sure what to do. He ends up laying on the floor next to you, hugging you close. He starts to sing a slow, soothing song to calm you down.
“What’s your favorite song? Ill sing it for you, sweetheart.”

Originally posted by foxyins

Rowoon 

As soon as you scream out for the loud banging of thunder, his mom instincts go into full power. He instantly drops whatever he’s holding onto the floor and runs over to you, pushing you against the wall and burying your face into his chest. He’ll slip his fingers through the hair on the back of your head and rub your back with his other hand, gently shushing you.
“Shh Shh… Don’t worry, nothing will harm you when Im here.”

Originally posted by sf9

Dawon
Will probably laugh as soon as you scream, but he will stop as soon as he sees tears running down your cheeks. He’ll tell you to look him in the eyes and then cover your ears with his hands.
“Look at me. Its just you and me here.”

Originally posted by binniebaby93

Zuho
He’ll remain completely calm, picking you up. He’ll head to your room, lay you down on the bed and closes your windows. He lays down next to you and pulls the covers over your heads. His arms wrap around you and he starts to talk to you gently as if to distract you.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get through this together.”

Originally posted by fy-sf9

Taeyang
The low rumbling of an incoming storm is making you uneasy. Taeyang will close the blinds and turn on the TV. He’ll play a funny movie on high volume and lay down on the couch, pulling you onto him, laying your head on his chest. He’ll probably stay quiet until you fall asleep, all while gently rubbing your back.
“You don’t need to be scared when you’re with me”

Originally posted by sf9stolemyheart

Hwiyoung
This poor little thing is probably more scared than you are. He’ll screech once it booms, but as soon as he sees you crying he will push everything aside and comforts you. He will backhug you tightly, flinching everytime lightning strikes, but will whisper sweet little things to make you feel better.
“Im scared, but your happiness is more important to me.”

Chani

Finding you sitting on the floor covering your ears, Chani won’t know what to do. He will panic internally, wondering if he should say something -cheesy- romantic to distract you, but he’ll be too shy for that. Instead, Chani will squat infront of you, pull your hands down and place his headphones on your ears, playing some mellow tunes to chill you out. He will probably just stay like that infront of you, eying you carefully until you calm down.
“I want to help you feel better.”

This was so fun to write, I found myself blushing a lot (especially with the Rowoon and Zuho ones I can’t)


~MASTERLIST~

Fishy Feathers Chapter One

FUCK YEAH I ACTUALLY GOT IT DONE!!!!!!! :D
Here, have some cute baby Avian Lance and Mer Pidge! Aka Chick Lance and Guppy Pidge, for now. :3
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She hated thunderstorms. She didn’t like how they made the waves all out of control and rough. Her mother trilled worriedly as the sky darkened and the waves started turning choppy. They had been playing around in one of the rock formations near the coast, the rest of the pod in deeper waters, when her father called a warning about the incoming storm. She whimpered and clung to her mother, her guppy tail not exactly strong enough yet to swim through tough currents like the ones sweeping through the area.

Without warning, a huge wave came out of nowhere and slammed down on her, knocking her grip off of her mother’s fin and sweeping her away. She screamed in fright, her mother’s loud panicked calls fading as she vanished with the wave.

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Lance whimpered, looking around the trees and cringing as another raindrop landed on his nose. He didn’t mean to fall from the nest! He just wanted to see that pretty bluebird again! The sky was still dark, the sun not quite risen yet, the storm fading into the distance with the occasional rumble of thunder. He didn’t know how to get back into the nest, his oversized brown and tan wings not quite able to lift him yet, so he stayed on the ground, sad and scared little chirps echoing from his throat.

His Mama was asleep with his siblings, his Papa out on a flight to the nearest human city to buy food. So nobody would notice him until they woke up. He folded his wings around his body clumsily, still not quite used to using them yet. He was only six, still a hatchling. He wouldn’t start flying lessons until he was at least ten or twelve. More droplets splattered his wings, and he huffed irritably. He figured there had to be a drier spot to sit and wait, so he got up and marched determinedly through the forest in search of a warmer and less drippy place.

He stopped at a hill of rocks that tumbled down to a beach, eyes wide. A huge body of water lapped at the white sandy ground and boulders, smooth and rough and his inner chick wanted to climb all over it! Chirping excitedly, he scrambled down the hillside, yelping when he tripped and landed face first into the sand, oversized wings flapping awkwardly in an attempt to stop his fall. He sat up, brushing grains of gritty sand from his cheeks and rubbing his nose with a soft whine of pain.

His head whipped up suddenly. He could have sworn someone had just gasped… getting to his feet, he shuffled forward in the direction of the noise, soft, inquisitive little chirps leaking from his mouth. His Mama always said to chirp before he talked, that way he could get attention on him when he spoke to an adult or stranger. There was a pause, and then something mimicked his chirps back! It didn’t sound like any kind of chirp Lance had ever heard before, it was kinda hollow and higher pitched than his own. Squeaky, like a baby pigeon. He clambered over the rocks to the source of the sound and…

He stared, star struck. Big golden brown eyes stared back, a soft pink mouth full of sharp teeth dropping open in surprise as the pale skinned, green scaled mermaid noticed the goofy, fluffy brown and tan speckled wings on his back. Realization registered to both children, and Lance shrieked and ducked back behind the boulders while the mermaid did the same, curling up into a scaly ball with fins flared and covering her non scaly torso.

After a few minutes of nothing happening, Lance peeked back over the rocks and scanned the ball of green fins warily. Mama had always said that an Avian who got too close to a Mer was sure to be dragged into the sea and drowned. But… then again, Mama said that the Mer were huge and vicious and would attack fearlessly… so why was this one so small? Smaller than him, actually? And… scared? Of him? Why? Plus the fact that she was several yards away from the water, and the rocks looked painful to lay on… and one of her fins, the webbed one on her lower back and further down was bleeding along the base, like something had tried to pull it off. He crawled over, carefully, because he was pretty sure this shaking ball of fish scales couldn’t hurt him right now, plus he couldn’t just stand by and watch her suffer! She probably had a family waiting for her, missing her!

He let out a soft, warning peep before he pressed his palm against the fin covering her face. It wasn’t slimy at all, actually kind of like the really fine spider silk his Mama bought for a dress once, super soft and smooth. The fin pulled back, and the mermaid was staring at him again. Lance offered a reassuring smile. “Um, hi! Are you okay?” He spoke up for the first time that day, words instead of bird sounds. It seemed to startle the guppy girl, because she clicked softly in surprise.

“So, uh, I’ve never met a Mer before, but you look kinda… dry? Do you need anything?” He asked, tilting his head and shuffling his wings nervously. Her eyes followed the movement before she swallowed thickly and blinked back tears. “Wah-der. ’M drai. Owie.” She whimpered, still too young to form proper words but trying to convey the message anyways. Lance recognized the babble as toddler talk, his little brother spoke in it currently. Which meant this Mer was at least two or three years younger than him. “Wah… der? Oh! Water! Okay! I’ll get you to the water then! Um… but first we should bandage your fin… I know!” Lance reached behind his back and tugged at the strings tying his shirt together, the design keeping his front covered and his wings free.

Tugging off the thin fabric, he started tearing it into strips. “Wha’ birdy doin’?” The little mermaid whispered, confused. Lance smiled. “Makin’ a bandaid! Hold still, ‘kay?” He reassured the younger creature, clumsily tying the fabric strips around the damaged fin. He tied it off tightly, so it wouldn’t slip off, and brushed some sand off of the guppy girl’s tail. “Okay, how’s that?” He asked, the mermaid blinking and wiggling her fin experimentally. “Owie bedder!” She squealed happily, propping herself up on her hands to stare to the bandaged fin.

Lance preened, proud of his work. “Okay, let’s get you to the water! I’m gonna hafta carry you though, ‘kay?” The Mer nodded, and Lance wriggled his arms under her body, grunting as he somehow managed to pick her up into a princess carry. “For a small girl you sure are heavy!” He yelped, staggering down the rocks and boulders to the waters edge. She let out an indignant, offended, squeaky pigeon chirp and smacked his cheek with a webbed hand, pouting. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just not used to carrying smaller people with tails. All my siblings have wings you kno- AAAAH!” He cut himself off with a startled screech as he slipped on a particularly wet rock and fell forwards into the shallows of the sea, the mermaid sent flying before she plopped into deeper waters.

She surfaced quickly, worried about the fluffy winged boy, and promptly burst out laughing. High pitched, joyful, amused chirruping trills of mirth practically leapt out of her mouth as she took in the sight of the shocked and soggy birdy boy in the water on his hands and knees, wings puffed up in surprise. Lance blinked and sat back on his knees in the water, still a little stunned. It was wet, yeah, but a different kind of wet. Salty and moving and warm and almost alive somehow. And… he loved it! He made an excited little chirp and spread his large wings wide, sweeping them low and getting them wet. The pigeon chirping mermaid swept closer, still making those happy little giggles, and splashed him with more salty water. His face lit up and he splashed her back, laughing. This was so much different from the rain! The ocean seemed to play with them too, small waves crashing into him when he went too far out and pushing him back to shore, tugging lightly at his shorts and wings, splashing him and getting him thoroughly soaked as he chased the little mermaid around excitedly.

A few hours later the sun was fully up, and he was resting against a boulder with his wings and everything under his waist completely submerged, leaning against his new Mer pal. “So… I never learned your name, by the way?” He asked the tired out guppy next to him, and she hummed quietly. “Mom named me-” a series of clicks and squeaks followed her words, and Lance blinked. “-bu’ my Word name is Kadie.” The mermaid finished, smiling. Lance thought a moment. “Katie? Mm… doesn’t suit you. But Pidge does! Can I call you Pidge?” Lance asked, tilting his head towards her in order to gauge her reaction. Katie’s face lit up. “Like a birdy?” Lance nodded. “When you chirp, you sound like a baby pigeon. So, Pidge!” The newly dubbed Mer clapped her hands excitedly. “Pidge! Pidge! I’m Pidge!” She cried, absolutely thrilled with the nickname.

"I’m Lance! And you’re Pidge!” Lance introduced, Pidge grinning enthusiastically. “Lance! Fluffy birdy Lance!” She cooed, and Lance giggled. The happy fun time was interrupted by distant, loud, trilling calls from Pidge’s pod. Lance perked up at the sound of his Mama calling his name nearby. “Aww…. I gotta go home now…” Lance pouted, Pidge drooping as well. “Play ‘morrow?” She asked the Avian boy, splashing him lightly again. Lance stood up and stretched. “Yeah! Course we can! But it has to be a secret okay? Nobody can know, they’d separate us.” He made a shushing sign with his hand, Pidge mimicking the signal. “Mhm! Nobody know!” She giggled, as her pod called again. “Bye Pidge! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He said, wading onto the beach as his fishy friend waved goodbye before diving into deeper waters.

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Pidge pulled the shirt bandage off of her fin, swimming towards her mother. She was instantly engulfed in a crowd of worried pod members, her mother squeezing her tight and clicking furiously about how worried she’d been while her father and brother pressed in close, Matt examining her scabbed up fin. “Where have you been? We’ve all been worried sick!” The pod leader, Alfor, scolded her lightly, and she played with her fingers nervously. “Beached!” She shot back defensively, and gasps of horror echoed through the pod.

Many times a young beached Mer was either killed by drying out or by being killed because of another species looking for easy prey, as guppies hadn’t developed the shifting ability yet. The shifting ability allowed Mer to go on land, but only after puberty hit, around twelve years of age. The first time was pretty painful, and they resembled humans, which is why it was used as a last resort when beached.

Alfor softened instantly. “At least you made it to the water in time… I think you should stay in the cove until you’ve healed, alright?” Pidge nodded, already planning how to sneak out to see her feathery friend on land.

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"Goodness Lance, you’re soaked! What where you doing out there, playing in the lake? And where is your shirt!?” His Mama berated him as she flew him up to the nest, his siblings already crowding around and chirping with questions. “Mama! I told you! My shirt ripped when I fell from the tree and I’m all wet 'cuz I fell into a big puddle!” He complained as she fussed over him, ruffling his hair with a towel and drying him off before she bundled him up in warm clothes and blankets, constantly checking for a fever.

His Mama sighed in exasperation. “My little chick, you’re too curious for your own good! Next time you fall from the tree, you climb the branches or wait for someone to come get you, understand? No more of this wandering off!” She scolded him, and he huffed quietly as she started working on drying out his wings.

Now to figure out how to get to the beach tomorrow…

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Chapter one is done and I am taking a nap, goodnight- ugh-
*flops onto bed and sleeps instantly*
(The Shance comes into play later, I just wanna focus on the Pidge and Lance sibling dynamic for now ;3)
Incoming Storm // Yoo Kihyun

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summary: you, a known superhero, are being blamed for all the chaos happening in your city. someone else is causing all of the havoc, but who is it?

words: 5453

category: superhero au

author note: for the sake of this au everyone is the same age and in the same class. also, i left most of their superpowers blank in case any of you want to request scenarios with the other members and want to choose your own powers for them,,, pls enjoy my first monsta x scenario!!

- destinee

Originally posted by defbeoms

he’s so handsome i want to kiss his precious cheeks

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Stormy Weather (M) – Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: You take up on Jungkook’s offer to meet him at the bonfire, but an incoming storm causes you to change your plans. A continuation of Shades, but can stand on it’s own

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: Smut, oh lordie

A/N: This kinda got… out of hand… yeah.

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ok this is a bit late, but between wrestling with the shitty wifi where I am, an incoming storm and dodging relatives I’d rather not deal with I think an hour late for Christmas (where I am anyway) is ok?

Hahahaha either way, again, a bit late but still, Merry Fucking Christmas guys! hope you have or had a great one!

Also this from my “Growing Up” lapidot comic, and its actually set 1 year from now, so yeah next Christmas so yeah they’ve already gotten together by then.

Another storm incoming tonight! Let’s enjoy the sun while we can.

The Sun- The crowning glory of the Queen of Heaven
The Hour of Truth- At noon, nobody casts a shadow
The Sun- Have faith that we will grow as the sunflowers: tall and bright and strong
The Sun- Don’t stare directly at it, as this may be misunderstood as flirting. Don’t flirt with the sun.

Samsara

SummarySakura’s words die in her throat as the man’s eyes shoot open, and the coldest red irises she has ever seen meet hers. She is hit by a wave of terrifying certainty about two things right then – that she knows these eyes better than any other and that, if he wanted to, this man could stop her heart with just a look. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 7 – Prompt: “The Past”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be squished by a Susanoo wielding demi god if you are found plagiarizing.

Warning:Spoilersfor pretty much everything up to NarutoGaiden.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place during the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch ofGold and Unplanned.

AN: Better late than never! You guys can decide for yourselves how much if this short series is something that could have happened, and how much of is my personal head canon. Also, I kind of went to town with the SasuSaku bits here, because I firmly believe that they have a loving and active married life.


As a medic, Sakura is probably more prepared for the various symptoms of pregnancy than the average woman. She has studied the theory, administered prenatal and postnatal care, and has even delivered a few babies. At first it was only under the watchful eye of her mentor, but since she and Sasuke have been travelling to more remote villages, it’s an occupational hazard.

Her first trimester is about what she expects – it’s actually easier.

Morning sickness isn’t as bad as she worried it would be – in fact it’s not so much morning sickness as random-moments-in-the-day-sickness. Even then, it’s more gentle queasiness than anything else. There are only two mornings she spends with her face buried in a nearby bush, while Sasuke holds back her hair.

There are a few of her favorite foods that she can’t even think about without feeling nauseous. Still others cause her bizarre, desperate cravings she never experienced before. (Tomatoes! She can’t get enough tomatoes!) And she has to pee a lot more often, which Sasuke is equal parts amused and irritated by depending on how much it delays their travel plans.

And good gods, she thought she was done getting pimples!

But what she wasn’t expecting were the dreams.

From her studies and conversations with other expectant mothers, she’s come to anticipate the nonsensical, the silly or even highly sexual. What she ends up experiencing within days of confirming her condition is bleak, eerie and a little depressing.

In the beginning, her dreams have a reoccurring theme.

Whenever she closes her eyes, she finds herself walking along a beach. The tide is always out, leaving a vast and barren expanse of sand and shallow pools of water. The sky is always grey and foreboding, bracketed by cliffs in the distance. The detail in this place is staggering, despite the fact she’s never spent much time on this seashore.

Or any seashore, really.

Konoha is landlocked, and even her experiences during the war didn’t give her much time to enjoy the coastline. Travelling with Sasuke, they have occasionally been to places like Kumo where beaches are more common, but never with express recreational purpose.

If there had been, she would never choose such a grey and dismal one as the one that plagues her unconscious.

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too far gone

inuchiyo (maeda toshiie) x mc (unnamed)

a/n: so i know i’ve been taking wayyy longer than usual on these requests, but i’m getting there!! this one is for @bakers97, number 68 - “let’s do something crazy.” @jemchewreadsfanfiction and @demon-princess-anastasia

“Let’s do something crazy,” she says, sixteen and holding one of his hands in both of her own, smiling somewhere between wicked and wonderful.

He has been reckless all his life and, for a brief moment, he wonders if this behavior is a reflection of all the time she’s spent around him. It’s a thought he’s willing to entertain, but only for as long as he can think before his eyes snap down to their joined hands.

“Come on, Inuchiyo,” she implores, eyes glittering. They remind him of glass shards; he tells himself to read carefully, sighs, and just as she begins to look crestfallen he smirks.

“What did you have in mind?”

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