it seems i post this every few months sorry not sorry

you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.

imagine– we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens. but it doesn’t happen.

what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always has been good.

potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor. percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold, ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!

c'mon it’d be fun. just imagine–

  • the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.

  • snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away

  • sitting with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.
    • the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting for, because they’re fighting for it).
    • ron being jealous that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and always comes back.

  • ron, who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first
    • well, i guess he got to this house first at least

  • ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry he’ll have to go through him first. 
    • ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.

  • in their second year:
    • when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at his side and sniff.
    • when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward, ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks my house this was my house
    • when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.

  • the trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower anyway. 
    • “c'mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his eyes at them
    • and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps at the twins
      • because it’s not, alright?
      • not his birthright, not his house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve been gryffindor
      • and isn’t
    • (and harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes, and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his firebolt). 
    • (because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).

  • ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville. harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.
    • harry and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.
      • “he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”
    • but the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues– ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries to spell slugs at the worst of them. 
      • it doesn’t do much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the slugs even come out the right end.
    • fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)
      • (the weasleys often have family conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)

  • in the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated. it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a game, just a game, just a game, right?

  • ron listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter articles.

  • when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd– ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the slytherin quidditch team into submission.

  • ron beats draco to being prefect (i think i remember it was dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape doesn ’t get a say).
    • percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”

  • when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful distance and curses draco from behind. 
    • they ride thestrals over london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of things that get decided at your birth.  
    • sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away. 
    • ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.

  • just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he wants them so bad.

  • there are so many reasons to fight a war, and so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation. hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna, brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning patience and brittle, certain bones.

  • just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.

  • when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–
    • who slept in the same dormitory as the boy for six years
    • who heard draco’s nightmares and saw him paling and desperate all sixth year
    • who is as pureblooded as lucius’s spoiled whelp
    • who remembers grimacing at the thought of squibs
    • who has known magic all his life
    • who spotted draco penning letters home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could see–
    • ron sees them going.
      • he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.
      • he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.

  • just imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are, wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you." 
    • and they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.
Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

anonymous asked:

What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again

It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.

With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.

Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 13.06 Finale.

 Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst & slight Fluff

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know. 

My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.

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Sneaky bastard - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff@whovianayesha hope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty badmaybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like  :

WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight. 

And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.

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He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds ! 

You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline ! 

Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy. 

He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you : 

-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt. 

-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise. 

-…

-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass. 

-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding. 

-What ? 

He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn. 

-I didn’t even feel it…

-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me. 

-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?! 

-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything. 

You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great ! 

He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass. 

Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away. 

You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !! 

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Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 


Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Smartass

Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

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Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with her own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

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Warning: Angst!!!

Too Much

Victor sat with his back against the wall, staring blankly at the door.

Their argument still playing over and over in his head.

He had argued with Yuuri.

He had annoyed Yuuri enough to get the shy man to yell.

He couldn’t help the pathetic chuckle that left his lips as he leant his head against the wall.

He knew it was too good to be true.

Nice things just didn’t stay with him.

He was honestly a little surprised that Yuuri stayed beside him for so long.

He seemed to chase most of his ex’s off by the six-month mark.

It was always his fault, or so they all said.

He was too clingy. Too opinionated. Too romantic. Just too much.

And everyone left him.

Victor closed his eyes and let out a breath that seemed to shake him to the core.

He should have expected it. That Yuuri would finally grow sick of him.

Everything was just too good to be true.

Victor slowly pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as a sob bubbled in his throat.

He had hoped too much. Hoped that Yuuri was the one, the one that would love him forever.

But like everyone else in his life, Yuuri was going to leave.

They always left.

Victor pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way the world blurred from his tears.

He headed for the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka that sat above the fridge. It had been a birthday present from a person he couldn’t even name.

He didn’t even bother with a glass as he undid the lid and brought the bottle to his lips.

Vodka normally helped with the pain in his chest.


Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry to everyone that ever had to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for being a bother

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for being too clingy

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
And too opinionated

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
And too romantic

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I don’t understand how someone could be too romantic

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for bothering everyone and causing you all to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I try really hard not to bother everyone, but apparently, no matter how hard I try, I bother people

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m really sorry to @yuurikatsuki for forcing you to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Like, I’m surprised you stuck around me for so long

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Everyone else just left before we hit six months

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I remember this girl, I won’t say her name because she always told me I shared too much online

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She was stunning in her own way, like she had pretty green eyes, that don’t compare to @yuurikatsuki brown ones, but they were very pretty

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
But she hated how romantic I was

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Apparently flowers and diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She dumped me over text because I was too romantic. Said I was too focused on impressing her

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I thought that is what you are meant to do? Impress the people you like.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I mean, you’d think that I would be use to people leaving

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
With my parents abandoned me for being too hyperactive when I was younger

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I wonder if they are proud of me…

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I worked so hard to become number 1 hoping that they would come back

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
But who was I kidding, who would want my sad, lonely, depressed ass

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
@yuurikatsuki
took Makkachin when he left

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She would probably have a better life with @yuurikatsuki

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I really shouldn’t be so upset by a dog leaving me


Yuuri frowned as he gently pushed opened the front door.

It had been unlocked, Victor had gone to bed without locking the door. Something that the older man was very insistent on checking before he climbed into bed.

Something wasn’t right.

Sure, they had had a fight yesterday.

He had left, deciding that he needed a night to relax and had crashed at Yuri’s for the night.

But when he had been woken up early in the morning by a rather panicky Chris, he knew something was wrong.

Chris had blurted out that Victor normally only got emotional when he was drinking and from what was being posted on his twitter, Victor was way past drunk.

After ensuring the Swiss skater that he would fix everything with Victor, he had gone onto his fiancés twitter.

And he was horrified.

Victor thought there was something wrong with him? Him?!

Victor was one of the sweetest and most caring people in the world and how anyone could call Victor anything but perfect.

Or, well, close to perfect. He had his little habits that drove Yuuri up the wall, but he was sure there he had a few that did the same to Victor.

Yuuri glanced down at Makkachin, who tugged on her leash, clearly wanting to be let off since they were home. He listened to the quiet apartment for a moment longer before unclipping the poodle and letting her lose in the apartment.

Makkachin shook herself off before parading into the lounge like the queen she was.

Yuuri headed for the bedroom, knowing for sure that Victor would be curled up in bed, probably sleeping off a hangover. He pushed open the door of their bedroom, only to pause when he saw the bed.

Still made from the day before, looking completely untouched.

Yuuri frowned as he headed back into the main room to check the lounge and kitchen, once again, he found the rooms vacate of the person he was searching for.

“Victor?” he called out as he felt his heartrate pick up.

What if Victor had left? What if Victor had left and gotten hurt? What if-

His train of thought was cut short by a whine from Makkachin, he frowned when he didn’t immediately spot the dog but after a moment of searching, he found the poodle sitting in front of the en-suite door.

He walked over to the door and opened it, watching as the poodle quickly hurried inside and quickly started whining, it wasn’t until Makkachin let out a bark that he knew she had found Victor.

He hurried into the bathroom and froze at what he saw.

Victor sat at the bottom of the shower as the shower head weakly trickled water onto him.

He was soaking wet, every inch of clothing clearly sticking to his skin as he sat with his back against one of the shower walls.

“Victor!” he shouted as he threw open the shower and quickly knelt down beside his fiancé.

He grabbed the Russian’s face, only to mumble a soft swear at how cold he was. He quickly set to work turning the shower on warm.

“Victor? Sweetheart? Babe?” he cooed while gently brushing his wet hair out of his face.

“Please, wake up,” he mumbled while grabbing a hold of Victor’s wrist to check for a pulse. He breathed out a small breath of relief when he felt one, though it wasn’t that strong.

“Victor,” he kept mumbling over and over as he slowly pulled the wet clothes off the unconscious man, “Victor, please.”

“Y-Yuuri?”

Yuuri felt the breath in his throat catch at the soft, weak mumble that he heard. He pulled back and grabbed Victor’s face in both his hands.

“Victor, sweetheart?” he said softly, feeling a weak smile raise to his lips as Victor opened both his eyes slightly.

“Why, you, back,” the Russian mumbled weakly while leaning into his hands.

“Because I love you, silly,” he said while leaning forwards to plant a kiss against Victor’s forehead. “I’m going to grab us both a towel, okay? Than we will get you dressed in some nice warm clothing and we will get into bed together, okay? We can cuddle in bed, how does that sound?”

“Yuuri,” Victor mumbled before pausing and closing both his eyes for a moment, “Head hurts.”

Yuuri stared at his fiancé for a moment before remember he had seen a whole empty bottle of vodka on the kitchen bench.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ll try and fix that as soon as you are warmed up, okay?” he said while pressing one last kiss to Victor’s forehead before stepping away from the wet and hungover Russian to get a few towels to try and dry both of them off.


“You know I’m not going to abandoned you, right?” Yuuri mumbled while gently running a hand through Victor’s hair.

It was well into the afternoon and they had been lying around in bed most of the day.

Warming Victor up had taken a little bit of time, but he had managed to do it thanks to Makkachin - who was more than willing to cuddle with Victor while he hurried around the house.

“Of course not,” Victor replied softly, voice still a little croaky but the older male was more himself.

“I mean it, I’m not going to abandoned you like all those other people did,” he mumbled while pulling Victor closer with the hand wrapped around his fiancé.

“Yuuri,” Victor said with a weak chuckle, “No one abandoned me, I scared them off.”

“No, you listen to me Victor Nikiforov,” he said seriously, “You did not scare anyone off. They abandoned you. And that is their loss, you hear me?”

“Oh? Their loss?” Victor questioned with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Yeah, seemed like he almost had Victor completely back.

“Of course, I can have you all too myself,” he said while leaning down to press a kiss against his fiancés lips.

“Greedy man, Yuuri,” Victor mumbled as their lips separated slightly, though they hovered in front of each other in a promise of more kisses.

“When it comes to you, I’m always greedy,” he ensured his fiancé while capturing those bright pink lips in a shearing kiss.

Victor may drive him a little crazy at times, but he would never be able to leave him.

He loved him way too much.

Twitter War AU

AO3 Twitter War

anonymous asked:

tree bros prompt where evan works at a la mode and connor comes in with his family and is really shy and embarrassed bc oh look there's a new worker and he's really cute

yoyo mayo this got a lot longer than i planned it to be but hope u like it nd thanks for the prompt, anon!

Connor’s day went from bad to worse once his parents broke down the news that they’re going for a “family treat” at A La Mode. Once he saw the smiling face of his mother - and the calm one of his sister, and the content one of his father - his nose scrunched. Was it of disgust, or of annoyance - because it’s like they were rubbing it in his face that they’re all perfect, except for him - or perhaps both, he didn’t know. All he was aware of was the hopeful glint in Cynthia’s eyes while she looked at him as if she was begging him to go.

He sighed, putting down his phone (because “staring at your phone while someone is talking to you is very impolite, Connor!”) and facing his mom with a tired expression.

“Do I have to?”

Cynthia clapped her hands together, obviously delighted that she did not receive a blatant “no.”

“It could be useful.” She said. “You could meet someone!”

“Yeah. Maybe you find a real friend in a person. You know, a human being. Not weed.” Zoe added nonchalantly. “Besides, you could use some family time. You’ve been locked in your hole of a room since the beginning of the summer.”

“No one would want to have family time with someone like you, Zo.” Connor snarled, his hand already reaching for his phone so he can get up and get the hell away from everyone.

“Zoe. Don’t be mean to your brother.”

“She’s right, you know.” Larry interrupted, earning a glare from Connor.

Cynthia sighed (once again) and unclasped her hands to place one on Connor’s shoulder. “Look, Connor. You really should find someone to be friends with. It helps to not be alone.”

“Friendship isn’t going to cure me.” Connor scoffed, shrugging her hand away.

“I never said it would cure you. I said it would help.” Cynthia drew back her hand, a sad look on her face. “Just try it. Were going to A La Mode, and if you don’t like it there, you won’t have to go ever again, okay?”

Connor actually considered it. It was a pleasing offer, after all. One afternoon with this hell of a family and then never again? Sign me up!

“Alright, okay. Sure. Ill try it.”

“Good.” His mom nodded, happy and content and gross. “Go get ready, you too Zoe! I want you both in front of the car in 15 minutes!”

-

Connor regretted everything. The deal, what he decided to wear, his chipped nail polish… Everything was absolute shit.

The car was way too hot for resting in the sun all day, and the black leather of the seat stuck to him like glue.The seat belt was basically carving his chest, but he had to wear it because “Traffic safety is important, Connor!” Ugh.

Some obnoxious pop song was playing - thanks to Zoe’s terrible taste in music - and he thought his ears are going to bleed. Literally.

“Can you turn that shit down?” He yelled over it, annoyed and so done with this bullshit.

“That “shit” is the number 1 song on the pop songs chart, thank you very much.” Zoe retorted, and Connor saw red flash before his eyes.

“Alright, you two, we’re here.”

Connor felt like throwing up at the sight. Everything was pastel and cute and adorable and disgusting. More disgusting than he remembered. Baby pink posters poked his eyes like literal thorns, and the bright blue walls weren’t much better.

“Who designed this thing? A toddler?”

Cynthia flinched at the snarky comment, but said nothing except: “Be nice.”

Connor felt relief wash over him once he realized the place was mostly empty. There was a pair sitting in a corner and a girl sitting alone to his far left. He took the chance and ran for the table to his farthest right, not wasting any time on waiting for his parents and Zoe. He didn’t bother to look at the menu, they came here way too often for him to not be a regular.

The four of them sat in absolute silence for about 5 minutes, Larry being the only one who actually looked at the menu. “I want to try something new out.” He said, which was weird, because he was a pretty plain guy. Vanilla or chocolate. No joking around.

“G-good afternoon, can I h-have your order?”

“I’ll have, um, cookie dough.”

“Strawberry.”

“Vanilla.” It was Larry, of course. That much about trying out something new.

“I’ll just have the regular.” Connor said simply, eyes still fixated on his phone.

“A-ah, um, sorry, I don’t usually w-work here…”

Only then did Connor actually look up, and to his surprise, saw that, yeah, that wasn’t the usual employee who worked here. It was someone much cuter.

The boy in front of him wore a blue polo shirt accompanied with a white apron, his eyes were soft brown - the prettiest brown Connor had ever seen - his hair was dirty blonde, and dear god, he had the cutest awkward smile plastered on his face.

Connor was at loss of words at this point, he kept opening his mouth - but nothing would come out.

“He’ll just have chocolate.” Zoe cut in, carrying an apologetic smile. “Sorry, he’s a bit awkward.”

“O-oh.” The cute boy stuttered, his smile suddenly dropping. “It’s okay! I-I am too!”

The the four of them (without Connor) shared a laugh before the adorable stranger left to get their orders done.

After a minute of being in a trance, Connor’s head whipped to Zoe. “I don’t even like chocolate!”

“That’s for the ugly remark about my favourite song.” She said, flipping him a bird from under the table.

Shit, Connor thought, I didn’t even get his name.

Thankfully, when he came back, Connor caught the name on the tag that sat on the strap of his apron. It was Evan. A cute name for a cute individual.

Evan smiled politely while handing the ice cream over to Connor, and damn, it was cute and aimed at him, the Connor Murphy who wore black chipped nail polish and smelled like weed half of the time and was a failure in practically everything, and a cute boy was smiling at him, just at him.

Connor ate his ice cream as if he had starved for months - which earned him quite a few brain freezes - and as soon as he was done with it, he scrambled up to his feet and walked to the counter. He leaned his elbow on it and gathered all the confidence he had to try and seem as casual as possible.

The cute boy - Evan - was in front of him as soon as he appeared, wearing that same smile, and god, it made Connor’s heart melt.

“Can I have a refill?” Connor slid his cup casually, despite his brain screaming at him that he’s going to fuck something up. “And your number?”

It took every single atom of strength in Connor’s body to prevent him from exploding at the spot. He expected rejection - the soft kind though, Evan seemed like that guy who would feel bad and apologize for rejecting you - and it was eating him alive.

Instead of spitting out a “no”, Evan just blushed and smiled even wider, and shit, Connor was far too gone now.

Once Evan came back with Connor’s ice cream, and seemingly nothing else, Connor’s heart dropped into his stomach. Evan handed him the cup - his hand was shaking just slightly, which made him even cuter - and Connor silently accepted it. You really fucked everything up now.

And then, out of thin air - or more precisely, the front pocket of his apron - Evan pulled out a yellow post-it note and planted it in front of Connor.

“I-I’m free every day e-except Mondays and Wednesdays.” He said, and Connor instantly put up a mental reminder to remember that.

“Uh, thanks. For the ice cream, I mean.” Connor grabbed the note, holding it between his fingers. “This too, of course.”

There was a beat of awkward silence and then: “I n-never got your name.”

Connor winced. “Oh! Of course, ah, it’s Connor. Sorry.”

Evan smiled again - dear lord he smiles a lot is he trying to kill me - and nodded. “It’s okay. I should expect a message, then?” He said, seeming almost surprised that he didn’t stutter.

Connor winked before leaning a bit closer.

“Turn your volume up.”

Evan flushed and Connor turned on his heel, walking away with a grin on his face and a post-it note in his pocket.

Maybe he should listen to his mom more.

things that 100% definitely happened after the end of call me beep me u can pry these headcanons from my cold dead hands

(call me beep me is an incredible fic by @gajeelredfox that i can’t link to rn bc i’m on mobile but the final update was posted tonight and i’m emo so have this)

-when they go trick or treating, the kids fall in love with keith instantly and are constantly chattering at him and tugging at his arms to show him things. by the end of the night keith is carrying a sleeping child home and lance’s heart is suffering.

-lance and hunk get to celebrate pidges 16th birthday! lance gets pidge a remote control robot car. (“get it? because its like the cliche thing to get a car on ur 16th birthday, but u like robots!” “yes i get it lance thank u.”)

-together, matt and lance make allura and shiro’s life a living hell. they can’t even look at each other without hearing exaggerating kissy noises.

-lance gradually helps keith and muffin warm up to each other and after a while they’re best friends. sometimes she’ll even lick his hand. shiro is pissed. (“i’ve been trying to get them to get along for years!!! and then this little shit comes along and within a couple of months she’s sitting on his lap!!! wtf!)

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A Fine Line

@rhysand-darling based on her post requesting that someone, anyone write a post acowar fanfic where Feyre and Tamlin talk. He apologizes to her and all this stuff. I hope that it meets a few of your needs.

- - - - - - -

He was ashamed to admit that it took him a better part of a decade to stop being angry with her. One night and many bottles of wine later, his ever loyal sentry Bron had shared with him what those few years were like. In the haze of his intoxication he remembered something his mother once told him. Hate and love were a fine line, you chose which side of the line your heart resides. The next morning he went to her old room, he expected the thorns, what he did not expect were the paintings.  

He knew deep down that she did not paint these before or during the war. Five paintings sat as roses amongst the thorns.

An enchanted willow tree. Lucien laughing while sitting on a blanket with a bottle of wine. A pool of stars. Two beings dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps. A beautiful male playing the fiddle.  No, not a nameless beautiful male, him. Not the monster he saw in the mirror, had seen for decades, centuries. The memories came cascading down upon his soul and that is when he cracked. He fell to his knees, he did this, he had chosen hate. Even before her, he let the monster within rule his life.

- - - - - - -

Every solstice after he found those paintings, he told himself that he would talk with Feyre. Every year he said he would apologize. And every year he made up an excuse not to reach out to her. In the end he always told himself that he was the one that needed closure, not her. She was happy. 

She had no idea that he had moved the paintings to various places around the manor. They helped remind him that he was not his father, he was not the beast that prowled beneath his skin. The paintings reminded him that he had a musician’s soul.

- - - - - - -

It had taken decades, but his court and his soul were healing from his father’s reign, a reign he had allowed to continue in the name of tradition.  Since the day he leashed the beast, each tradition was evaluated for what it brought to his people, to his court. He was about to cancel the upcoming centenary Jubilee, another pointless tradition of the Spring Court, when his advisers told him that the people needed a celebration. More importantly the Jubilee was a chance for other courts to visit.

- - - - - - -

The night of the Jubilee ball came, as he descended the stairs his breath caught. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her gold brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She wore a fitting dress of midnight blue that complimented her skin tone and her tattoos. 

Her attention was on the painting he had hung in the foyer, her painting of two souls dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps.

“I was wondering if you ever found them.”

He swallowed the knot forming in his throat, “I found them a decade after the war. Thank you.”

It had been too long since her voice echoed off the walls of this manor, “I was so angry with you. I felt like I had given everything for our love and you never saw it. Never valued what I gave.”

He couldn’t look into the eyes of the girl he had abused, he instead looked at his toes, “you had every right to be angry with me. You gave your life for me, for this court, for Prythian. I repaid you by locking you within this manor, letting the grief and despair eat you alive. I did not see you and I will always regret that I didn’t find a way to help you. That is why I hung this painting here, as a reminder.”

He finally looked up and saw silver lining her blue-grey eyes. He only then realized that they had both needed this. They both needed closure. And for all the things he had never given her, the one thing he could give her was closure.

“When I came back I wanted to burn this place to the ground for what you had done to me, for taking me away from my mate and my family. I am sorry for the part I played, for the destruction I caused.”

He nodded, “I was angry at you for a long time for that, but you have nothing to apologize for.”

She looked at him, and for a briefest moment he saw the shock at his words.

“During that month, you gave me choices. If I would have chosen my sentries over a high priestess, my court would not have fallen as easily as it did. If I would have choose to listen to Lucien instead of Ianthe,” he spit out her name with a level of venom that had not passed his lips in decades, “my court would not have been starving.”

He took a deep breath, “I made many bad choices, the moment I made that deal with Hybern, I should have evacuated most of my court, instead of letting countless souls die at the hand of that monster. After I received your letter, instead of running to Hybern, I could have requested a meeting with you. After Lucien came back from the Illyrian steppes and said that you were healthy and you made the choice to stay, I could have listened to him.”

They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Each of them trying to silently convey everything that they had ever felt for one another, happiness, love, regret, loss, anger, forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. I am sorry for every painful moment you felt because of me, either from my inaction or from my actions. No matter what I did, it always seemed to hurt you and that will always be one of my greatest regrets in this life.”

Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, “There will always be a part of me that loves you and I will always be grateful for what you have given me.”

“Thank you, Feyre,” he swallowed the sob that wanted to leave his throat, “thank you for seeing the male behind the beast and loving me.”

She didn’t need to hear that there would always be a part of him that loved her as well. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent goodbye to the girl he loved. With a smile, he left her in the foyer.  

Before he entered the ballroom he turned around for one last look at the girl who changed him. In that moment he knew the monster that had once ruled his heart was gone. Instead of feeling jealousy and anger, he felt awed by the sight before him of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court.

He knew there would be another time for the apology that he owed to a male that had given him friendship when no one else had. He would need to tell him a story and beg his forgiveness for his inaction.

Ok so a shimada bro prank war at the watch point. It starts off as genji trying to olive branch to hanzo, they would play small pranks as a child. Hanzo isnt impressed, the more it goes on the harder it is to ignore until he wakes up after a really harsh drinking sesh with an undercut. All bets are off. Hanzo goes through all the petty pranks and they slowly get more and more extreme. He finally gets sombra to hack genji and makes it so everytime he goes near zenyatta cheesy love music plays out… hanzo didnt ask how she managed this but hes sort of regretting it once rick astley is stuck in his head.

Genji doesnt take this laying down and thus poor innocent mccree gets involved. Genjis dragon also drags hanzos into the fray, much to hanzos dismay. Genji makes sure mccree is as naked as possible at all times round hanzo, mccrees a bit concerned about genjis wellfare cause he doesnt seem to know his own strenght anymore or at least thats what he blames the ripped shirts and spilt beverages. A few ‘innocent’ japanesse phrases taught to the cowboy makes everything so much more fun especially with how eager the cowboy is to be close to the elder shimada.

Zenyatta doesnt realise what hes done when he corrects mccree. Thats not the right way to compliment someone mccree, i dont think thats quite a first date suggestion. Mccree is absolutely furious at genji thinking hes taking the piss out of his feelings. Which wasnt genjis intention, he wasnt aware there were emotions involved. He just knew mccree was flirty in his own language and english and hanzo was easily flustered.

The pranks die away then. Mccree avoiding hanzo at every point and hanzo didnt realise how much time he spent with the cowboy till he left the room as soon as the archer entered. Frankly the mood was bringing the whole team down. It took genji a week to finally crack, he explained to hanzo thar mccree didnt know about the pranks, his reaction when he thought genji was messing his feelings. Why he was avoiding him out of embarrassment not dislike.

Hanzo being hanzo stews for a few days until jack butts in after another fight with reaper. All about lost time and taking the first step and communication. Which leaves both of them sore when hanzo storms out with the word hypocrite leaving a sour taste on his lips.

He held off a few more days to childishly prove something to jack ( hes not sure what but it was sure as hell summat). He finds the cowboy in the training rooms, practically begs in his own stoic way when the man tries to get the hell outta dodge. Once hes no longer going to bolt he explains about the prank war. How it help and hindered the brothers reconciliation and how hanzo dragged zenyatta into their little war even if the result was plesent for both parties it was a bit insensitive of hanzo to flaunt his little brothers feelings in front of his desire. Not that genji didnt strike back, teaching the only guy that had truly held the elder shimadas attention flirty little phrases in his mother tongue and more often than not showed off more skin than was decent( this coming from a guy that cant wear a shirt right to save a life)

So yes jesse it was part of a prank war but it was based on the truth, the archers reactions a splash of honesty that the shimada would have prefered to keep hidden but its too late now hes decided honesty is the best policy. So if you would say just about anything now mr cowman it would be very appreciated.

And mccree didnt say a word, just pulled the other man into a rather gentle kiss, shivering as the two noodle dragons wrapped themselves around the couple.

The next day genji woke up with his body covered in magnets in the shape of dicks.

A week later a platnium haired hanzo could be seen chasing a laughing genji across the watch point.

The pattern carried on until winston enforced new rules.

These were broken when reaper snuck in and moved everything in jacks room a lil bit to the left. A bit mean to do to a guy thats nearly blind but jack got his revenge in more imagintive ways over the next few months and long intontheir 'retirement’.

Two years later mccree proposes with a little prank ring that gave a small electric shock when it was placed on the finger.this of course came in a little cowboy hat ring holder ( no one cried at the wedding and that is a universally acknowledged truth for everyone who wants to live a long happy life, gabriel has his ways kids dont test him)

anonymous asked:

I am a bit new so my opinion isn't 100% firm about harry and Louis relationship yet and the biggest thing that makes me ??? is that I don't understand how it is possible that there is such a difference between their situation.. do you have any idea why Harry is able to seems detach from all the mess and not Louis? How is that possible? That one seems incredibly stuck in the worst stunts ever and the other one is pursuing his career free of all of that? Thank you :)

Hi anon,

Sorry– I forgot about this ask for a few days.

I guess your question might have been prompted by Harry’s appearance in NYC last week, with Jeff Azoff. He was rumored to be meeting with Columbia records re: his solo album.

The next day, The Daily Mail in the U.K. published an article stating as much, contrasting Harry’s beatific airport pap photos (and photos with stalkers) to Louis’s disastrous LAX arrest. Unsubstantiated slander of “woman-hitting,” emotionally volatile Louis was reiterated in this article. He was again painted as an unreliable father. All stories we’ve read before from U.K. tabloids associated with the Bauer Group, with ties to Simon Cowell.

Read more about this connection here:
http://bulletproofhalo.tumblr.com/post/158537313651/our-old-friend-bauer-media-group

I guess my line of answering is:

Harry hasn’t done anything to encourage this line of thinking. He literally has not given any statement on it. He has not given a statement about his solo album, either. It’s not because he is being coy–because he clearly is getting some blowback from fans about why he hasn’t said anything. Fans are curious and impatient. His image has suffered too.

And making a public statement, in the general public’s eyes, would only improve his image and increase his visibility. It benefits Harry to make a statement.

So why hasn’t he?

Why haven’t his managers at Full Stop? Why don’t they address industry rumors? Why are there so many leaks coming from Sony, including statements by Rob Stringer, while Harry’s team has said nothing? What is Sony’s objective in publicizing Harry if Harry does not confirm?

Alternatively, why has Louis’s team said nothing to refute his public image?

These allegations are clearly slanderous. Louis has not been tried in a court of law. No one has given sworn testimony. His arraignment date has not come to pass. Emotional states are purely speculative. No official statements have come from anyone quoted in the article. His image has suffered from false allegations (U.K. And U.S.A.).

So where is his team?

And, why are these two always tied? If they have been enemies for three or four years, why keep writing articles linking them?

They’ve been on hiatus for 15 months. If they really disliked each other so much, they should already have deleted each other from phone contacts, SM, etc. Why keep in touch with your enemy? I don’t store the contact information of people who hate me, anon, do you?

Their airport sightings literally HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER. They aren’t even on the same side of the country. What is the purpose of linking them?

If I knew nothing about One Direction, I would experience a cognitive dissonance from the way the article swerved so awkwardly from “angelic Harry” to “devilish Louis.” The purpose seems so transparent, it’s embarrassing.

Except for one glaring fact.

They DON’T hate each other.

The band united to support Louis during his X Factor performance.

They came together as one band to accept their Brits for best video 2016. @srslycris and @lawyerlarrie
have great posts about this.

They tweeted in unity to wish Harry a happy 23rd birthday.

As Harry’s has said, “Draw what you see.”

1. There are restrictions on their public statements.
2. The images are being manipulated.
3. Their relationship with each other is good.
4. None of the four remaining 1D band members have been allowed to be specific about their solo projects.
5. Louis has been photographed to write with songwriters from Warner Chapel. He may very well have a solo album in the works. They are all working hard.
6. They are fighting a silent, bts, very ugly and drawn-out fight.
7. Recording labels have a history of screwing artists over.

Believe in our boys. They are the same good people you fell in love with. They haven’t suddenly been blinded by fame. They want to make music for us, and they have been working toward that. Every event and every article doesn’t need to be dissected for whether Harry is defending Louis. Trust them.

The people manipulating their image want us to have doubts, to fight within the fandom. Not only that, they are trying to divide the band members themselves. For years, the boys have had psychological manipulation in the guise of “protecting the 1D brand,” down to the way they move, talk, dress, look at each other, answer certain questions. Zayn’s recent article in NY Times Sunday stated he had anxiety when he was in 1D. He had an eating disorder because he wanted “to have control over one thing.” Is that really a surprise?

It’s infuriating, what’s happening to Louis right now. But it’s temporary. It’s going to end. This abuse has an end clause. Art is long– Louis is young and he’s going to fight it, with the support of his boys.

Sorry I went off in such a tangent, but I wish we could see past these media games, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Let’s be smart in evaluating the data, and not be so easily manipulated.

Sea

anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 

-

Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 

-

Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 

-

 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 

-

Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 

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Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

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FLASHPOINT

A/N: I’ve been so stressed with finals that I’m not gonna write any imagines until I pass them so I’m just posting my drafts rn sorry guys

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry’s lover dies, but when he goes back in time to save his parents, he discovers she’s also alive.
  • WARNINGS: the beginning is hella sad
  • WORDS: 782

“NO!” He let out when Zoom stabbed her then ran off. She was dead, he couldn’t believe it. If only he came just a little earlier, defeated Zoom, she would’ve possibly been alive. Now all the happiness around him is dead.

Her last words were, “do what you need to do, just remember I will always love you.” Then she took her last breath.

Barry knew what he needed to do, so he ran. Run, Barry, run; her melodic, soft voice whispered to him as he ran towards the portal to the past.

Now, he was in the last place he wanted to be. The night his mother was murdered.

He saw the Reverse-Flash take the knife, right before he was about to plunge it into his mother’s heart, The Flash attacked. Throwing Eobard on the ground, throwing a punch across his face Barry exclaimed, “You’re not gonna kill her this time. You’re not gonna kill her ever again.” That’s when Barry threw his last punch at the villain.

Then he looked up, seeing another Flash peeking through the door. The other Flash chuckled a bit, seeing that his mom is still alive then faded away.

When he looked down at his mother she had a terrified look on her face, crying out, “No,” while moving away from Barry.

The young man shook his head, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The woman continued to whimper while looking up at Barry as he reassured her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re safe now.”

Maybe he was just trying to reassure himself.

It has been a couple of months now living with his–now alive–parents, and he was truly happy now.

Little did the speedstar know that he was going be reunited with the love of his life. He was just about to walk into Jitters, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee instantly hitting him. He didn’t worry about that right now, his attention was grasped by the glorious girl he saw a few feet away from him, standing in line and about to order a coffee.

His heart started beating fast, just like every time he saw her.  Their everlasting love being reunited again.

And so he practiced what he was going to say before he went to talk to her. The young man can’t just go up there and say, ‘hey you probably don’t know me but I know you, you died right in my arms in another life and we’re meant to be with each other.’

When she got her coffee she muttered a ‘thank you’ to the barista, found a table and sat down on one of the very uncomfortable, high stool’s the coffee shop had many to offer.

Barry decided to make his move now before it was too late. And so he went behind the girl who just casually surfing through her phone while sipping a cappuccino.

Then all of a sudden she got up and was about to turn around, but that just made her crash into the brown-haired fellow.

He was too busy trying to talk to her that his reflexes didn’t tell him to move out of the way the moment she was about to crash into him.

The girl was about to apologize and Barry was about to also, and that was when they both said it in unison. “I’m sorry.” then the both of them chuckled, just like old times.

Once their laughter has died down Y/N decided to speak, “Let me go first. Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N I’m really sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t see you there.”

Barry smiled, “Hey, I’m Barry Allen it’s very nice to meet you. And it’s alright.”

The Y/E/C girl giggled then realized something, looking up at Barry as she spoke, “you know I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, have we met?”

Shaking his head Barry answered, “Nope, I don’t think so? I guess I just have one of those faces,” he chuckled rubbing a hand behind his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The girl nodded, politely smiling. Then Barry brought up a question he was itching to ask her, “um…would you like to um—well I would hope you would like to um…”

Before he can fully complete the sentence he has been dying to ask her, she decided to complete it for him, “if you’re asking me to go out with you sometime, then that’s a yes.”

“Okay, that’s great…” Barry said walking backward trying to seem sly, but failing miserably when he didn’t see the wall behind him that he just so happened to bump into. A concerned Y/N was about to warn him but all he mustered was a, “I’m okay.” Leaving her in a giggling mess.

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The Hearts We Take, The Ice We Break (Jughead x Reader)

“Can you do a Jughead imagine where the reader and jug breakup and the gang take his side, and in loneliness she tries to kill herself ( like what Cheryl does in the finale ) and jughead saves her?“ –Anonymous

Warnings: Implied sexual abuse, suicide ideation, and suicide attempt.

Listen To: “All I Want”, Kodaline


You were the perfect girl, to the outsider’s eye. A River Vixen, a good student, a good friend, a beautiful girl. You didn’t have the vindictiveness of Cheryl, or the reputation of Veronica, or even the pretentiousness of Betty. You laughed at the right times, smiled just enough, and never showed up to school with smudged eyeliner or a hair out of place.

When you’d moved to Riverdale High, everyone had their eyes on you. When you suddenly asked Jughead Jones III, the boy who sat next to you in English class, to go to Pop’s with you, everyone was shocked. Including him.

Jughead quickly learned that there was more to you than meets the eye. You immediately delved into talking to him about deep philosophical topics, complicated film theories, and general snarking about the surrounding town. Combined with your beautiful appearance and kind nature, he was enthralled. He almost unconsciously uttered an invitation to go steady with him. You immediately said yes.

You’d been dating for a few months now. You were over the moon with happiness. Every day, you’d walk into school clinging to your boyfriend’s arm. You’d plant a kiss on his cheek before every class, and take pictures with him every chance you got. Your Instagram was plastered with selfies of the two of you, filled with comments of “#couplegoals” from classmates from your old school, more times than you could count.

While you were elated, Jughead felt differently. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the school following his back. Ever since his suspected involvement in Jason’s murder and his huge fight with Betty one year ago, he knew everyone thought he was a freak. Coupled with his newfound relationship to the new town sweetheart, he’d made you into a target, too.

It started out with whispered comments in the hallway, which you brushed off. “They’re just jealous of you, Juggie,” you said with a smile.

Then, things got physical.

“You need to step away from that Southside trash. I’ll show you what a real man is like, (Y/N),“ Reggie said, cornering you in the empty locker room. You tried to run, but he grabbed your arms and shoved you against a locker, mashing his lips into your hungrily.

“Jughead!“ You screamed. You knew Jughead waited for you every day after cheer practice to walk you home. Reggie plastered one hand over your mouth, another creeping up your skirt.

The door swung open, Jughead standing in the doorway.

Wordlessly, with a look that could kill, Jughead pulled Reggie off of you and punched his lights out. Being a star football player, it merely earned Reggie a reprimand from the coach, while Jughead earned slew of detentions.

Needless to say, Veronica and Betty were furious at what had happened to you, and got to work in earning your justice. Jughead had other things on his mind. He seemed more distant, more distracted.


One day, you couldn’t take it anymore. Jughead no longer returned your kisses. He avoided pictures. There wasn’t that same warmth in his eyes.

“Jug, we should talk,“ you said, crossing your legs on your bed.

“Yeah, we should.“ Jughead never met your eyes. “I… I think we should break up.“

Your eyes widened. “…what?”

Jughead gulped. He had been rehearsing this conversation with Archie for a week. Jughead no longer wanted you to suffer because of your relationship with him. “I’m not good for you, (Y/N). You deserve a lot better, and…” He took a breath, preparing to say the lie that Archie said was necessary for you to let go. “I… I don’t love you anymore.”

Jughead expected screaming, crying. Instead, your eyes went to your hands in your lap. “…okay, Jughead. Okay.”

Before he could change his mind. Jughead stood jerkily, and walked to the door.

With his back facing you, he said, voice steadied, “Be good, okay?”

Softly, you repeated, “Okay, Jughead. Okay.”

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~Kindergarten teacher! Laurent~

This literally has no name, just the description of the AU lol

Anyway, can anyone link me to the post that discussed this AU? Because I can’t remember whose it is and my stupid ass didn’t save it anywhere!!!

Update: found the post

Okay now, enjoy:

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“Are you ready for the kindergarten class coming in today?”

Nikandros’s voice snapped Damen out of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, giving Nikandros an apologetic look.

He sighed crossing his arms. “I was asking about the kindergarten class that’s coming today,” he repeated patiently.

Damen nodded, smiling faintly. “Yeah, it should be fun.”

Nikandros huffed. “I wonder who is the suicidal maniac who decided to bring a bunch of kids into a museum. And you share the insanity with that person - how can babysitting ever be fun, Damen?”

“Unlike you, Nik, kids like me. I’ll have fun and so will they.” Damen glared at Nikandros determinedly.

He just laughed, shaking his head. “I admire you, Damen. I’m sure you’ll make it.”

There was a pause. Damen really didn’t like the look that Nikandros was giving him.

“What is it?” Damen asked suspiciously.

“You were pretty distant a moment ago. I’m just wondering what was on your mind.”

Damen narrowed his eyes at Nikandros. “I wasn’t thinking about anything special…”

“Were you thinking about your blond neighbor?”

Heat quickly rushed to Damen’s face. “Why would I be–?”

“He did something again, didn’t he? Come on, you can tell me,” Nikandros said with a smile.

Damen sighed. He admired Nikandros’s patience. Damen had been ranting about the frigid blond by the name of Laurent ever since he’d become Damen’s next door neighbor a month ago.

Their worst encounter was when Laurent told Damen off for trying to bring a date to his apartment.

Nikandros claimed that Laurent was just jealous, but Damen believed that he was just displaying his inability to mind his own business.

Either way, Damen hadn’t been able to shut up about Laurent ever since.

“He shoved me,” Damen said, recalling that morning’s event. “He glared at me, didn’t even seem sorry. He just looked pissed as always.” Damen huffed. Just thinking about the blond made him angry. “He’s just so unpleasant all the time…”

Nikandros slapped Damen on the shoulder, chuckling. “I suggest you to get him out of your head and focus on your task. And don’t forget to have fun,” he said, adding a hint of sarcasm.

Damen nodded with a smile. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

But before he walked out into the lobby, he caught a glimpse of a blond head. Damen stopped in his track and stared.

“It’s Laurent,” he blurted out.

Nikandros frowned. He approached Damen and observed the scene over his shoulder.

“That’s Laurent?” He asked.

“That’s Laurent,” Damen replied.

That’s Laurent?”

That’s Laurent.”

They both went silent.

“Well, he doesn’t look like the Devil,” said Nikandros.

“I suppose not,” Damen muttered.

At the moment, Laurent really didn’t look like the Devil at all. The weirdest thing was that Laurent was smiling. It took Damen completely by surprise and he felt the need to remember every detail of Laurent’s curved lips, so that he could have that image in his head the next time Laurent throws him poisonous looks.

Laurent got all the children to line up in record time. They were being handed their tickets to keep.

Damen felt Nikandros poke him in his ribs. “You should go. Don’t keep them waiting.”

Damen shot him a glare before walking out. He greeted the children and then dared to glance at Laurent. He seemed to be experiencing the same shock that Damen was experiencing a few minutes ago.

Damen was glad that his own shock had passed and that he could be the chill one for once.

And so they started their tour. Damen talked about Hellenism and Greek mythology. He realized quickly that this wouldn’t be exhausting at all, despite the amount of children in a small space.

They were all well-behaved, never interrupted him, except for questions after politely raising their hand. And still they subtly chatted and giggled.

Laurent seemed to be glowing. He had a small smile on his face the whole time. Damen felt odd about it, he hadn’t seen Laurent smile before at all and now he was able to see it for a rather long period of time.

One boy stood out from the others and Damen soon learned that that was his goal. To stand out and attract attention.

His name was Nicaise. He seemed to be waging a war with Laurent, but the boy clearly had no means of outsmarting him.

Whenever Nicaise tried to do something stupid, he was cut off by Laurent asking him to repeat what Damen had just said.

And as much as Nicaise tried to look uninterested, he knew the answer every time.

Then the kids were given the task to draw their favourite myth. There was a bit more noise while they did it, but they made no problems, not even Nicaise.

Damen found himself standing next to Laurent. Neither of them spoke at first.

Then after taking a deep breath, Damen blurted out, “Well, who knew…?”

“Who knew that I wasn’t a pretentious prick as you thought?” Laurent finished the sentence for Damen.

He must have noticed Damen’s surprised expression because he just smiled bitterly and added, “Don’t worry, I speak from personal experience.”

Damen didn’t want to deny that he thought that about Laurent. It would have been a lie, although Damen’s opinion was slowly changing.

“You’re great at this. The kids love you. You must really love your job,” Damen said.

The small, sincere smile was back on Laurent’s lips. “I do. This is something I am actually good at.”

Damen didn’t say anything. He found himself lost in Laurent’s eyes.

Until Laurent met his gaze.

“I could say the same for you, though. Who knew that a playboy like you was in love with the art of Ancient Greece?”

Damen felt himself flush. “I’m not a playboy…” he muttered.

“Of course not,” Laurent said cockily.

“I’m really nor,” Damen said with a lot more confidence. “Let me show you.”

Laurent arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Show me?”

“Let me take you out,” Damen said.

For a moment Laurent seemed impressed, though he didn’t let it last. “On a date?”

“Of course. What else.”

Laurent pursed his lip. He did his best not to smile. “I’ll think about it,” he said coolly.

While the kids were getting ready to leave, Damen saw Nicaise approach Laurent.

He crouched and let Nicaise whisper something in his ear.

Then his pale cheeks went slightly red and he stood up. “Don’t make me put you in time-out,” he said to Nicaise.

But Nicaise didn’t leave it at that. He left Laurent and walked over to Damen.

Nicaise handed him a piece of paper. ‘Laurent’s number,” he said sharply.

Damen took the paper and stared at it, then at Nicaise. “Thank you…”

Then the boy tugged on Damen’s shirt. Nicaise was too short to tug on Damen’s collar, but he did his best to be intimidating.

But, you better be nice. If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”

Damen just smiled at that. He ruffled Nicaise’s hair, who wasn’t very delighted by it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Damen assured.

Nicaise huffed and returned to the rest of the class.

Before leaving, Laurent glanced at Damen and waved.

For the first time since they met, Damen couldn’t wait to see Laurent again.