knight in shinning armor

Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

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Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

Originally posted by dailytomholland

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

high school sprace i guess
  • they make out in hallways and the parking lot and have gotten detention for skipping class to make out
  • them being in a class together is actual hell for the teacher
  • spot is the head of the debate team
  • race comes to all the meets and is the Supportive Boyfriend™
  • race is the captain of the football team
  • then it’s spots turn to be the Supportive Boyfriend™
  • spot and race love and support all their friends
    • they go to all jacks art shows
    • and specs and romeo’s dance recitals
    • they see all the shows because davey is tech director and jack helps paint sets
  • they are the supreme project partners
  • spot is always arguing with teachers
  • they made out in front of a teacher once because he said something homophobic
  • they first met freshman year in dentition
    • spot was there because he punched a kid for being bullying crutchie
    • race was there because he told a homophobic teacher to fuck off
  • spot died his hair a lot in high school
    • he died it blond once and race lost his shit because holy fuck his boyfriend is a hot blond 
  • all the gang is in the gsa and its where spot feels the safest
    • he always takes the scared freshman under his wing and race says if anyones mean to them he’ll set the football team on them
  • spot may be small but he is fiercely protective of his bf and friends
    • he beat a kid up once for talking shit about race and he got suspended for 3 days but he says it was worth it
    • race calls him “his knight in shinning armor” and spot loves it
  •  they go to prom together 
  • jack and davey get everyone to vote for spot and race for cutest couple
    • they end up winning 
  • on graduation day, they walk holding hands

Tom Holland Imagine: Jealous

Summary: tom is jealous of how close you are with Josh while you’re on tour with twenty one pilots

A/N: josh and Tyler are literally my loves so if anyone gives me crap about them I will personally come for you. This also fucking sucks so I’m sorry


“Y/N! We’re going bowling! Wanna come with us?” Josh called from the door.

“Yeah! Just let me get my shoes!” I called back.

I grabbed my tennis shoes and then was out the door. Josh, Tyler and Jenna were all waiting for me by the car when I reached them.

“Hey, kiddo. You ready to go?”

I nodded and climbed in next to Josh in the back seat. Josh yawned and laid his head in my lap as Tyler pulled out of the venue. I began to run my fingers through Josh’s bright yellow hair as Tyler told us a story about a past experience he had with bowling that ended with him being tossed out and banned from the bowling place in Columbus. I looked down when I felt Josh laugh and smiled at him.

“So, Y/N. How are things with Tom?” Josh asked once Tyler finished his story.

“Yeah! How is he? He still a knight in shinning armor?” Jenna asked.

I smiled and looked out the window at the mention of Tom’s name.

“He’s great. He’s super busy with Spider-Man and everything though so I haven’t been able to talk to him much.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll call the second he has a chance, though.”

I smiled at Jenna before I turned my gaze back towards the buildings we were passing. Tyler and Jenna began to tell more stories as I felt Josh watching me. I knew he wanted to talk about Tom, but I just wasn’t up for it. After a few minutes pass, we finally pull up to the bowling alley. Tyler made us all sit still for a moment while their manager called him about details for tonight. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Tom was trying to FaceTime me.

“Hey, Tom!” I said as I answered the call.

“Hey, Y/N. it’s Harrison actually as you can see. Tom’s doing an interview and I was bored and my phone died. So I decided to use his and talk to you.”

“Oh, hey Haz. That’s cool. How’s the press tour going?”

“Good. Tom’s exhausted though. What’re you up to?”

“I’m with Tyler, Josh and Jenna. We’re going bowling. Say hi, Josh!”

I turned the camera to show Josh laying in my lap. Josh made a funny face before we both started laughing.

“Oh, hey Josh. Well, I gotta go, Y/N. Tom’s almost done…”

“Oh. Okay. Bye, Haz.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

I felt my heart drop as the screen went black. I was hoping to at least see Tom’s face or hear his voice.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Tyler asked.

I nodded and tried to ignore their sympathetic looks as we walked into the building.


By the time we were done bowling, all thoughts of Tom had left my mind. Tyler and Josh tried to keep my laughing at all seconds which ended with us getting kicked out. Not really a surprise though since at one point Josh literally ran down the alley and knocked some other kid’s ball in the gutter.

On the way back to the venue, I posted a picture of me sitting on Josh’s lap and Tyler and Jenna standing behind us making funny faces. I knew the picture would make the fans laugh.

When we arrived back at the venue, I ran to get ready for my set.

Josh and Tyler high fived me as I walked onto the stage.

The crowd went insane as I sang my heart out and Josh drummed in the back. Since my drummer was sick, Josh was filling in for the night. After I finished, Josh came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. The crowd went insane as we walked off the stage with Josh’s arm around me.

“Alright guys. Good luck! I’m beat so I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

Tyler and Josh said goodnight to me and then I was on my way to the hotel.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Tom trying to call me. It was probably Harrison again, though.

“Harrison? Is this you again?”

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” I heard Tom’s voice yell.

“Woah, calm down. What’s wrong?”

“Don’t give me that shit! What is going on between you and Josh!?”

“Me and Josh!? What are you talking about!?”

“Harrison told me he was laying in your lap, and then the picture and then him kissing you tonight!? Is there something you would like to tell me!?”

“Tom you need to calm down! There is nothing going on between me and Josh! He is like my brother! And like you would even care! It’s been like 2 weeks since I’ve talked to you!”

I heard Tom sigh on the other side of the phone.

“I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy I barely have time to breathe. And I’ve never stopped thinking about you and I just wanna see you so bad but I knew I couldn’t ask that of you when you’re on your dream tour and then when Harrison told me about Josh laying on your lap and then you posted the picture of you in his lap and then the kiss tonight, I just snapped. I’m so sorry, love.”

“I love Josh, but as a friend. I’m IN love with you, Tom. I haven’t stopped thinking of you either. I miss you so much.”

“Good. Cause I’m standing outside your hotel room.”


“I have tomorrow off. And I just need to be with you. Come let me in, love.”

I hung up the phone and ran over to the door. I opened the door to see my beautiful boyfriend standing on the other side smiling at me. I jumped into his arms and nuzzled my face into his neck. Tom wrapped his arms around my waist before picking my up and carrying me into the hotel room. Tom laid me down on the bed before pressing his lips against mine and sliding his hands up and down my sides. I moaned into kiss and Tom smirked. I knew I was in for one hell of a night.


“Well, this is a surprise.” Jenna said as her and Tyler walked down to breakfast the next morning.

I smiled and laid my head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I have the day off so I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend.” Tom said as he kissed my forehead.

But the beautiful moment was soon cut short once Josh came into the room.

I rubbed Tom’s shoulder to calm him down as he death glared Josh.

“Tom, please behave.” I whispered into his ear.

“Well, Josh. Seems like your plan worked.” Tyler said to him.

“Wait, hold on, what plan?” I asked.

“Well, Josh noticed how upset you were about Tom being so busy so he decided to MAKE Tom have time for you…” Jenna said as she stirred her coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“He was ummm… kinda going above and beyond to seem flirty with you to piss Tom off…”


“I’m sorry, Y/n! I really am, but you were just so sad and I knew he would call if he thought he was losing you! And it worked didn’t it!?” Josh said.

“I’m gonna kill you, Dun.”

Josh’s eyes went wide as I began to chase him through the hotel.

“That’s my girl.” Tom laughed as he watched me chase Josh up and down the halls.

Abeshiya relationship evolution

Can we talk about this? :D It will have spoilers so please be careful. :*


Yeah yeah we now…You don’t care for Ashiya. ;) Pfffffft! Sure. :D


Here some lil collection of super protective and caring Abeno. :D 

- Abeno worrying for Ashiya’s health:

- Worrying for Ashiya’s vision and  trying to make it back

-Asking if Ashiya doesn’t feel again bad by Fuzzy like at beginning:

- Protecting when someone wants to hit him

- Looking for when he gets lost

- Worrying (mildly speaking) when Ashiya talks with strangers ;)

- Not allowing to fire Ashiya. 

-Being angry when someone wants to know to much about the fact Ashiya is human. 

- And of course the most important, Abeno opposed to powerful Executive to save Ashiya (my hearttttttt sob)

He was so scared for his baby :( and also did everything to save him. 

(He is such knight in shinning armor for Ashiya, isn’t he? :D)

Are You Happy Now?


Pairing: Archie x Reader

Summary: Based off “Are You Happy Now?” by Rascal Flatts (feat. Lauren Alaina). Listen Here.

Side Note: The other song I used is called “Just A Man” by Somo”.

Baby, just look at you now, barely holding it together. We’re so in love, but you gave that up. Just look around, are you happy now?

It was too soon to tell whether or not it was going to last. But you hoped it did, my god, how you prayed that it would. Expect that’s not how it turned out. Relationships crash and burn, they test your limits and give you all these wonderful memories, only in the end to haunt you with them.

Archie Andrews, your next door neighbour, turned first crush, which led to him becoming your high school boyfriend. 6 months later, he become another face in the hallways.

Laying across your bed, eyes begging for some rest after 2 and half hours of homework. You obeyed and leaned against the headboard. It was extremely difficult to not peer through the window to see if Archie was still awake. Most nights when the two of you weren’t suppose to be out so late, meaning grounded, he’d text saying to meet him at the window. You did, and the two of you would sit looking across, texting one another and not going to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Now, it was nothing. No text. No grabbing mountains of pillows, blankets and getting comfortable near the window. No staying up late. All that remained - memories.

You switched off the light and with it those painful reminders.

Archie POV

I saw her light go out. Apart of me hoped she’d come to the window, just like old times. But why would she? I screwed up, I am the reason why our relationship ended. Sighing in nothing but sheer frustration, I punched my pillow.

Eyeing my phone on the bedside dresser, it was far from a smart idea. Ignoring all the warning signs, I picked it up in my hands and clicked on Y/N’s contact, opening a new message. All of our old ones still there, but my eyes fixated on the last one. The message where we only had positive things to say. No screaming match, no arguing - just pure love.

Come to the window? - Archie

Archie, it’s 1:00 in the morning - Y/N

I know, but I promise it’ll be worth it. And if not I’ll definitely make it up to you ;) - Archie

Fine. I’m at the window, what is it? - Y/N

I love you - Archie

Only you, Archie Andrews, would wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me you love me - Y/N

I love you too. Now I’m going to bed, I’ll see your handsome face in the morning - Y/N

Goodnight, beautiful. Dream of me :P x - Archie

I remember that night so perfectly. It was day that Y/N and I said our first I love you’s, by accident, but that held no relevance because we both felt the same. The entire day I texted her I love you randomly. She responded with those 3 little words and I know I’m not suppose to admit this, but my heart skipped a beat whenever she did.

I was wide awake and couldn’t sleep, so that’s when I texted Y/N. Truthfully I love you wasn’t the only reason I texted so late. The other reason, I wanted to see her face even if it was from a distance.

Deciding against my original idea, I too turned off the light and let my mind dream of happier times.

Normal POV

You awoke to the pesky alarm that wasn’t going to shut up unless forced too. Hitting the snooze button, Friday had arrived. Getting ready for the school day didn’t take long at all, not when you plan all your outfits the day before. Wanting to get there a bit earlier than a certain red head, you settled for a muesli bar for breakfast and left.

Meeting the gang at the usual table outside, Betty had already saved a seat for you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?. Pop’s, a movie or perhaps we can let loose and attend a party, I hear Reggie is planning one?”. Veronica asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Exchanging a glance with Betty, you were both thinking the same thing. “Sorry V, but I’m just looking forward to having a quiet night in my room”.

Betty interjected, declining as well. “Yeah, and Jughead and I already have plans”.

“Kevin, you are my last hope”. She gabbed his hands dramatically, making each of you smile.

“As much as I would love to be your knight in shinning armor, I have a date tonight”. His eyes fluttered straight ahead. “Hey, maybe you can ask Archie”.

At the mention of his name, your body automatically went numb. Betty reacted by placing a hand on your shoulder. “I forgot, I need to talk to a teacher about an English assignment. I’ll see you guys later”.

“Wait, what? There is no English assign-”. Jughead stopped mid-sentence when he saw the real reason why you wanted to disappear. He bit his lip and watched, along with the others as you walked past Archie.

“Y/N!”. Avoiding eye contact, you picked up the sped. “Y/N!?”. Archie jogged after you across the yard, catching up in no time. “Please, I want to talk”.

Clutching the strap of your bag, it was almost laughable.  "I have nothing to say to you".

“But I have something I want to say to you”. His eyes pleading for you to hear him out.

“That your sorry, or that you made a mistake?”. The bell rang and the timing couldn’t be perfect. “I have to go”.

Archie POV

Jughad appeared beside me. “She needs time, Archie. After-”.

“After she saw me and Valerie in the music room? I wasn’t cheating on her Jug, I’d never hurt her like that”. Rubbing my face. “I love her”.

He put his hand on my shoulder, a remorseful expression. “You need to tell her that, Archie”.

“How? I’ve tried but she doesn’t believe me”.

Another bell rang, meaning that whoever didn’t make it to class on the first one was now officially late. “Then find a way to make her believe it”. Thinking about what Jughead said, there was only one way I knew to make her hear me.

After School - Still Archie’s POV

Everything was set up. Veronica and Betty were in charge of making sure Y/N turned up and Jughead was helping me set it all up. My phone beeped.

We’re 5 minutes away - Betty

I breathed nervously and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. “She’s 5 minutes away. Thanks for helping, Jug”.

He smiled. “You and Y/N are meant to be, so if I can help get you guys back together then I’m all in”. Patting me on the back, he left, wishing me luck.

The sounds of voices could be heard throughout the hallways. If anyone found us at school at this time, there would be trouble. But this was important. The gym door opened and Y/N came in first, Betty and Veronica no where to be seen.

“Before you leave, please just listen”. I asked her, picking up my guitar. She didn’t attempt to head for the door, that was a good sign.

I strummed it once, twice, and begun singing.

Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
Maybe "I’m sorry”’s outta line
Maybe I’m selfish, I should’ve tried
You know I lost it, but I’ve been found

I know I’m wrong
Baby, I’m wrong, so wrong
For letting you hurt so long

And I can’t let you go, don’t you know
Whatever it takes, I will do
I’m down on my knees
Begging you please

‘Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world
I’m half what I am, with you I am whole
'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl
Just give me a chance to bring my love home
I’m just a man
I’m just a man

I stood from my chair and made my way over to her. Standing in front, being as vulnerable as I could, through my music.

But I won’t let you go, don’t you know
Whatever it takes, I will do?
I’m down on my knees
Begging you please

'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world
I’m half what I am, with you I am whole
'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl
Just give me a chance to bring my love home

I softly sang the last line, she had tears in her eyes. “Y/N, I was-am an idiot. But nothing happened between Valarie and I, please believe me”.

Extending her hand, I was slightly confused. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you”. I broke out into a smile, she was offering a clean state. Shaking her hand, I replied. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Archie. I could use a milkshake, what do you say? Our regular table at Pop’s?”.

Y/N pushed back her hair and smiled. “I would really like that”.

Taking her hand, we both walked out of the school. We still had a long way to go, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get us back to how we used to be. Because I, Archie Andrews, only had eyes for one girl.

anonymous asked:

Do you still make art of your MLP role swap au?

I haven’t in a long time and I probably won’t continue it unfortunately. It was a cute story but I didn’t know where it was going. Probably have a nightmare Shinning Armor (Nightmare Knight) who turned to dark magic so he could be immortal like his sister and his wife. Tia’s rival would have been a young selfish, narcissistic changeling queen named Chrissy. You later find out that Starswirl is a crazy powerful unicorn but can’t control his magic and so he actually refuses to use it. Sombra is just a blunt, average crystal pony, but you later find out he is actually quite the genius when it comes to battle tactics and planning. Young angsty teenage Tirek and his younger brother Scorpan show up a few times to try and steal Elements of Harmony.

The Mane 6 cast would have been (top) Luna, Tia, Discord, (bottom) Sombra, Starswirl, and Scorpan

The new elements are the same:
Generosity, Loyalty, Laughter
Honesty, Magic, Kindness

but look like their cutie marks.. with the exception of Discord and Scorpan, which is based on a Poison Joke flower for laughter, and Tirek’s necklace for kindness.

Don't Cry Princess (Part 2)

Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings - none

As you wake up from the night before you relise that Harry isn’t laying next to you anymore.

“Harry?” You whisper from the dryness of your voice. As you go to climb out of Harry’s bed, you notice a new blue bandage around your shoulder.

Walking over to the small port hole window next to his bed, you tilt your head to the side. You notice that it’s bright out side but the smoky clouds block your view of the sun.

As you step away from the window you notice a small black and white photo of a woman on Harry’s book self. Gently picking up the photo you turn it over to see small running writting “To my dear son Harry, I hope ye get to see the world - A….” the name was smugged making it difficult to understand. You try to read what the words are saying but can’t from the dirt.

While you were busy investigating the photo, you didn’t hear Harry walk in. “Princess, what are ye doing?” He walks up behind you, closer then usual and gently takes the photo in his hands.

He stays quiet for a minute before he placed the photo back onto the book shelf before turning to you. “This is me mum. I never met her but this and her necklace. It is all I have left” he takes the golden necklace from under his shirt and holds it in his hands. A bright white pearl sits in the center of a golden necklace. Dimands trace the outline of the heart making it shine. “The pearl in the middle was given to her by a mermaid. My dad use to tell me stories about her when i was little.” Harry smiles at the necklace and places it back under his shirt.

After a moment of silencr you can’t help but to ask “what happened to her?” Harry looks away from you and whispers “I don’t know. My father never told me. And he’s too drunk these days anyway”

After an awkward silence you pull Harry into a hug “I’m sorry Harry” he places a hand on your back before pulling away. “Gil told me he has something of yours”

Taking a second to think you remember the events of last night “The pixie dust! You have to show me where he is” Harry immediately nods and directs you out of his room.

As you step onto the deck you can here Gil singing some sort of sailor song into of the sail post “Gil! I need you!” Harry yells interrupting Gil’s song.

Gil climbs down the ropes landing infront of you “Hey guys whats wrong?” He tilts his head to the side with a big smile on his face.

You lean over and whisper to Gil asking where the pixie dust is. Nodding he goes to grab it from inside his jacket when a voice cleared from behind you.

“What are you doing on my ship (Y/N)!” Uma yells dragging her sword behind her. She stops infront of you and stabs her knife into the ground. Harry steps infront of you and looks down at Uma.

“What are you doing Harry! This is my ship! Your my first mate. You listen to me! So get out of my way.“ Harry doesnt move while Uma jabs her fingers into his chest.

Harry knocks it away calmly “Uma this is not ye'r ship, it’s me father’s and ye are no longer me Captain either. Ye'r nothing but fish bait!” Harry points his hook at her neck before turning it towards the exit of the ship. “It’ll be best of ye left now before I hook ya”

“Whatever, but your nothing without me, NOTHING!”.

“Say hello to Jack for me love!” You yell out resulting in a growl from her.

As Uma stomps back into her mothers chip shop Gil hands you the pixie dust. Quickly hiding it inside your jacket you start to walk off the ship

“I have to get this to Auradon somehow. To keep it safe. But until then I’ll have to hide it in one of my father’s chamed bottles.”

“Where is this bottle?” Harry tilts his head to the side while Gil looks at something in the distance.

“Mabey if i can sneak…” Gil starts pulling at your shirt pointing into the distance.

“What is it Gil” Gil grabs your shoulders turning you around directing you back onto the ship. “What’s gotten into you?”

Before Gil can answer you, your father’s voice echos from behind you.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here with them. You were ment to be home hours ago. You must come home with me now or you’ll know what will happen” He goes to grab your arm but you pull away. Gil holds onto your shoulders tighter while Harry watch’s from the side with a confused look on his face.

Gil knows of your father’s violent background towards you. He’s offered many times for you to stay on the ship with him. But you always declined saying that it was a one off thing and it would never happen again.

Gil pulls you back as you shake your head. “No.” Your father’s face darkens at your answer. “What do you mean no. I am your father, you listen to what I say. I am not afraid to hurt you infront of them.” He goes to punch your face but is cut off by Harry pushing him away from you.

Your father laughs as he stands up facing Harry. “Well what do we know the girl has a knight in shinning armor.“

Gil pulls you behind him as your father goes to hit Harry. You cover your mouth afraid that he will hurt Harry but he’s to quick for your dad.

In one quick step Harry trips your father, making him fall off the ship. Gil looks over the edge making sure he’s gone while Harry walks over to you.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Harry wipes a tear from your face. As he pulls you into a hug he mumbles into your hair. “I’m sorry that ye father’s like that princess. Ye do relise now that I’m not letting ye go back home with him” nodding your head you look of in the direction to your house.

“I’ll have to get my things first Harry, I’ll be back in half an hour.” Before you can walk of the ship again a hand tightens around your wrist.

“I’m comming with ye, if ye like it or not.” Harry follows you with Gil running up behind you. “Don’t think you can leave me behind to.”

While Harry was distracted with some kids trying to steal of him, Gil pulls you to the side. “I thought you told me that he stoped.” You looked away from Gil “You and I both know that he will never change.” Stepping away from Gil you notice the sadlook in his eyes. “I’m sorry” you whisper before catching up to Harry. Gil follows you but he keeps his distance.

With your dad still back at the ship you quickly jump into your room, funding your over the shoulder bag. Once you fill it with your favourite clothes and nessesities you pass it to Gil through the window “Hold this while I go find the bottle” he nods at your request and continues to guard the window with Harry.

You quickly run down to your father’s study grabbing an enchanted bottle and his spell book. You hide them under your clothes before returning back to the boys.

“Lets get out of here before he returns” you grab your over the shoulder bag off Gil, to his protest and climb down the fire stairwell.

You stay in a comfortable silence as you walk past multiply stalls. You see a dark blue head scarf just like the one Harry used to bandage your arm the night before. You felt bad that you ruined his favourite scarf so you stole that one making sure they didn’t notice. Hidding it inside your bag, you enter the tunnel that leads you to the ship.

You took the long way around to avoid any chance of running into your father. After a minute of walking Harry stops you buy grabbing your hand. Gil continues to walk off not noticing that you two stoped.

“(Y/N) How long has he been like that to ye?” You look away from Harry. “Been like what?” You see him clench his jaw as he takes a step closer to you.

“Ye know what I mean. I heard ye whispering to Gil” your eyes start to sting from past memories but you shrug it off. “Its not important”

Before you can walk away again, he backs you up against the wall. “(Y/N), Please, tell me.”

You stay quiet looking at everything but him. Your eyes lock with his and your heart breaks. “He..He hurt me. Mentally and physically.” You whisper clenching onto your stomach. He looks down at your sudden movement, reaching out to your shirt.

He looks at you “can I see?” You nod, even tho you don’t want him to see what you hide. He gently lifts your shirt up, his eyes go wide. Multiply cuts, scars and new bruises cover your skin. He covers your stomach back up and pulls you into a hug.

“I should’ve been there for ye. I should’ve protected ye.” You shrug your shoulders turning away from him. “It’s not your fault. I left, so you wouldn’t see this and treat me like some broken girl”

He pulls away from you, holding your shoulders “I would say that ye'r the stongest girl that I’ve ever met.” He tucks a peice of hair behind your ear. He starts to lean in until you realise something. “Were’s Gil?”

The story of us.

I was told, very kindly, by the amazing @jemscorner my lovely friend @takemeawaytocamelot that there might be a small interest in sharing how my husband’s and I’s cross cultural relationship (a born and bred celtic and very traditional Irishman and a wild brassy American woman) real life parallels Jamie and Claire.

@bonnie-wee-swordsman she would be interested in the crazy story of how we met as well. I think it would be easiest to star there and, if anyone is indeed interested, share a few posts from there. (Please know that I am in no way implying that the epic love story that is Jamie and Claire in anyway comes close to my own life. Only that through reading the books I found some very fun moments that reminded me of my own marriage and thought would be fun to share.)

I really felt for Claire, having to decide within months of meeting Jamie, to chose to follow her unexpected deep new found love, or be sensible and stay with her life on its stable, planned track. To risk it all, give up all she knew, live in a country with its own cultural rules, where she is an outsider. I faced something smaller but similar.

At 19 I was going to college full time, had a job, a car, and took care of my grandparents in California, where I was born. On Thanksgiving I was not able to travel with my grandparents to an extended family dinner. I was tearful at work realizing that I would be on my own for the holiday, when my boss at the University saw. She was from Ireland but had settled in California. She insisted I join her family. It was extremely kind but I was slightly terrified of how awkward it would be. Luckily for me she absolutely refused to take no for an answer.

So, at 10am Thanksgiving morning I found myself nervously walking down the street to my boss’ house. I immediately saw my soon to be husband taking with my boss and her neighbor at the door. My first thought was “shit, she has other guests. This will be so stressful.”

My husband’s mum grew up with my boss in Ireland. My boss was like his auntie and a very established professor and department head. She had told him a ‘colleague’ was comming to Thanksgiving dinner. He expected someone of similar age, not a 19 year old American girl.
My husband then spent the next several hours flirting with me while I acted a deer in the headlights, trying to be polite, professional and worthy of dinner at my prestigious boss’ home.
It finally clicked for me at dessert (thanks to a Father Ted quote of all things) that he was interested. We had a lovely night and, as he walked me back to my car, asked if he could see me again. I was more than busy at this time in my life (work, school, nursing my grandfather) but jokingly said I had the weekend off for the holiday.

My husband: Great what time can I pick you up tomorrow?
Me: Ha! Well, I like to sleep in…
My husband: 9am tomorrow then.

9am the next day the biggest bunch of flowers I’ve ever seen was staring at me through the key hole.

Unbeknownst to me, during Thanksgiving my grandfather’s cancer had taken a new turn. He was suddenly confused and not himself. My grandmother took him home and didn’t tell me much of what was bothering him.

So we had our date. A day of hiking arround the hills by the ocean and then a movie (Love Actually). It was amazing but I was clear that I was not looking for a relationship. And he was only in the US for a few weeks visiting. At the end of the date he asked to take me out again Sunday night.

Sunday night came with disaster. My grandfather was suddenly in pain and couldn’t speak. He couldn’t remember how to sit down or stand up by himself. So I comforted my grandmother, called an ambulance and then called my husband to cancel our date. His first question was how I was getting to the hospital.

Me: Driving behind the ambulance I guess.
My husband: No, you can’t do this on you own. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

He was an hour away technically. But 20 minutes later, breaking all speed laws, he was there.
I had no family to help, no parents to rely on. I had friends, but this man who met me 3 days before swooped in. Took me to the hospital, helped me with the doctors (his dad was a physician in Ireland and he knew his way around.) He stayed with me there, drove me home, tucked me into bed and slept on the couch. The next morning he made breakfast, went to the store to stock up and basically stepped in to look after my grandmother and I. I was a very independent, strong willed girl who was used to caring for others. I had just ended a serious relationship (caught my older handsome man cheating. *coughFrankcough*). I was not looking to be serious with anyone and absolutely not prepared for a gallant young man to jump in to protect and care for me.
I was immediately amazed. But not willing to call it a relationship. My grandfather came home for hospice and my husband practically moved onto the couch to look after me. Eventually my grandfather passed away and some of the extended family showed to help with the funeral.

A few weeks later my husband had to go back to Ireland. I was sad but not willing to admit how much I cared. He promised to come back. And after a few weeks returned. I had never felt anything so powerful in my life.

But decisions needed to be made. Would we try long distance and hope it worked out? He couldn’t legally live in the US. He had work and family in Ireland.

So after a couple of months I decided it was worth risking everything. I made sure my grandmother was alright, I quit my job, withdrew from college and bought a one way ticket to Ireland.

I won’t lie, it was not a simple happy ever after. Adapting to a completely different culture, being an outsider, having to rely on my husband when I was used to being very independent, was tough. But I renrolled in school, got a job and we eventually moved to our own place. There were fights, and home sickness. It was cold and I was not always welcome (there was more than one argument with his sister in gaelic where I was intentionally excluded from the conversation) but it was true love.

We’ve been married for 10 years now, together for 14, and live in the US.

It was a miracle that the day my grandfather started to leave my life, my husband was entering it. It was a miracle that in just a few months I found complete soul deep love. And a miracle that I was crazy enough to choose it, even with the terrifying choices that came with it.

So that’s the story of us. Nowhere near as amazing as the fictional world of Outlander. But I was blown away when I read the books and very greatful to see someone else share even small moments that I could relate to.

True love does exist. It can last for years and across continents. The passion can grow with age and the fire burn brighter with maturity. Knights in shinning armor do exist (and they are as stubborn and exhausting and wonderful as you think.)

(Sorry for typoes but I knew if I thought about it too long I would chicken out. So here it is, mess and all.)

Strip Club - Part Three

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2044

Author’s Note: So, hands down one of my favorite mini series I’ve written. It’s so cute and just eek. Let me know if you want a part four or not! Thanks to my amazing hoe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this and giving me a few ideas!

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Daddy's Girl Pt2

Daddy’s Girl: Part 2

Daryl/Rick x Negan!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: kind of angst, mentions of death

Imagine: The Alecandrians take you as leverage against Negan.

“Com'on.” He held out his hand as he nudged his head for you to get up. “Lets go take a walk.” Rick encouraged with a low tone.

“I’m not supposed to go out after dark, the dead are more dangerous then.” You unsurely responded with pursed lips and fidgeting hands.

Rick hung his head slightly in a motion of irritating and defeat. You were so young and had your heart set on listening to what Negan had told you, just as any little girl would listen to their parents. And just like any little girl, you didn’t want to break the word you gave him.

“If you ever feel worried or scared, look at the stars.” Carl chimed in, hands held together over his knees while he sat back against the wall. “You scared of anything?”

Your tiny teeth bit down on your bottom lip, almost afraid to speak anymore. There was fear in you, but not the type of fear that made you scared. It made you petrified.

“Lets go look at the stars.” Rick once again nudged his head and held out his hand. “Daryl can come too.” He suggested, knowing that you felt some sort of comfort in him.

Instantly, Daryl shot him a silent eye look of “really?”, but he reluctantly took your hand and helped you stand up to guide you outside.

Both he and Rick sat on the porch, watching as your curious hands felt the wooden railing and wandering eyes looked into the beautiful sky.

“Y/n,” Rick began to speak with a sigh, only to be cut off by your tiny voice. Barley heard by anybody who wasn’t close.

“I am scared.” You admitted with a chest that rose and fell a bit heavier with each breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Rick proceeded to ask, being cautious of his questions and being fully prepared to fluff his answer to anything you asked. Negan was your hero, your knight and shinning armor, he wasn’t going to break that image for you.

“You’re protecting your family, just like my family protects me. Right?” Turning your head from the stars, you glanced over your shoulder to look the leader in his eyes.

“X'actly.” Daryl replied, realizing how choked up Rick was becoming with only a nod for an answer.

“And you’re gonna use me to make a deal with him?” You inquired, taking a few steps towards the railing across from the bench where the men sat.

There was a long thing silence that seemed to last an eternity. Your question burned through their lungs as they realized how well aware of the situation you were.

“You make deals right?” Tiny feet walked up to Rick and sat down in front of him, crossing your legs as he nodded once again. “Make a deal with me.”

You didn’t ask him, you told him. Practically begged him with your head held high and your eyes sparking with determination. You were your father’s daughter, only much more innocent and pure.

“You’re safe here.” He insured, motioning his hand a little to emphasize his words. “You’re as safe here as you are with your family, and as long as you’re here with us, I’m protecting you.”

His blue eyes locked onto yours, trying to read your thoughts. But all he saw was a reflection of love and dedication, pure intentions and a clean true heart.

“I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be on my best behavior.” You also insured your own promise, nodding your head a few times quickly and holding down a small lump in your throat.

“Just promise me that I’ll see my Daddy again, and I’ll do anything you want.” Tiny breaths became more deep and filled your lungs with more air and the threat of tears.

“I’ll even change Judith’s diaper, just promise me I’ll see him again.” Still tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Even as your voice broke while you finished your sentence. “Alive.”

That one word, that one simple word hit Rick like a boulder into his heart. You were afraid, you were practically paralyzed with internal fear, and your next words only confirmed his thoughts.

“I am afraid. I’m afraid I’ll never see him again.” Your voice cracked like the sound of both of the men’s hearts. The tears were no longer at bay and came flooding through like a dam.

“So promise me…please.” With a strong swallow you gathered up your determination and strength again, puffing your chest out with a deep breath and once again holding your head high.

Daryl had closed his eyes a long time ago, not to sleep, but because he couldn’t bare to see the sight of a broken child begging and pleading for her father’s life. This was different. You weren’t Negan. You were you.

“I promise.” Rick responded, sniffling slightly as he nodded again and turned his head to the side to hide his tears as he wiped them away quickly.

“Pinky swear.” You grabbed his hand, stopping him from standing up as he prepared to head back inside. “Simon says you can’t break a pinky swear.”

On an unexpected cue, both men held out their pinkies, linking them with one of yours each.

“Promise kid.” Daryl spoke with his normal thick accented voice, only he didn’t expect your response.

Hands clung around his neck in a hug as your face buried itself into his shirt. He was so unsure of what to do, so he did the only thing that seemed right. He picked you up, and carried you off upstairs where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Not even for a minute.

The Mystic Messenger Cast Reacting To The MC Being Shot Instead Of V


A very big part of him blames himself for not getting to Mint Eye fast enough. But he knows, he knows that blame isn’t going to get you any help.

Pushes down his emotions and focuses on the problem. Demands you be taken to the best hospital as fast as possible. He doesn’t care about the cost.

Is absent from the messenger for a long stretch of time. While he wants the others to rely on him in hard times, he can’t be that rock now.

He’s at your side, and he isn’t about to leave.

There is…so much relief when you wake up. He didn’t know what he would do if…

He can’t forgive Mint Eye. He can’t forgive Rika, and despite understanding why Saeran did what he did on some level, he can’t forgive him, either.

Keeps you close to his side long after recovery. 

Fusses and worries. Can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt again.


She was worried to begin with. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

But when the news came that you’d been shot…

That was her worst fear realized. 

She dropped her work entirely, all but ran from Jumin’s office to meet you at the hospital. 

Her own emotions surprise her. She’s worried sick, terrified for you. It’s been so long since she’s felt something so strongly. 

She can’t be there for the surgery, they won’t let her in, so she ends up in the bathroom for a long stretch of time just gathering herself together. Stress is the last thing you need right now, and if you wake up and see her so panicked…

If you wake up. If you wake up.

She splashes her face and steels herself.

When you wake up, although she promised herself she’d stay calm, she half collapses. Tears in her eyes, she hugs you, murmuring her gratitude that you’re going to be okay.

She’s not going back to work for a while. She’s not going anywhere without you until you’ve completely recovered.


He feels so useless. He feels more than useless.

He should have been there for you!

He could scream if the horror of the situation didn’t have him frozen. 

Demands to be let into the room with you, and highly upset when they don’t let him. 

Upset to the point that he’s asked to wait away from the waiting room for fear of stressing out the other people there.

Breaks down once he’s alone. He can’t believe this. 

If he could, he’d share his healing powers with you, but he can’t. He can’t do anything.

Some white knight in shinning armor he is, isn’t he?

The moment they let him, he’s at your side, threading his fingers through your own, holding your hand. Kind smile. Those acting skills of his come in handy as he puts on an optimistic front.

He can blame himself later. For now…you’re the one that needs help, and if he can’t physically take this pain from you, he’ll do everything in his power to support you morally. 


He got his brother back. After all this time, after who knows what horrors Rika put the boy through, Saeran is finally safe, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.


But Saeran shot you. He shot you, and you’re in the hospital, and he doesn’t know if you’re going to live.

Everything hurts. 

He couldn’t stop to help you when you went down. His focus had to stay on his brother, pointedly getting that gun while also keeping the members of the cult from hurting him.

He wished he could say he would have bandaged your wounds after, but deep down he knows he probably wouldn’t have gotten the chance.

It was lucky that Jumin’s people showed up when they did, and he will always, always be thankful that they helped you when he could not.

Even now, he’s with Saeran, thinking of you but unable to leave his side. He hates that he probably won’t be there when you wake up. 

He doesn’t blame Saeran. This is all Rika’s fault. Rika and V both. 

He should never have trusted them.

The moment he can, he does go to see you. Keeps the mood light. Covers his anger and guilt up with jokes and friendly banter.

He knows you see through them, you always do, but he hopes they help. Laughter is the best medicine, right?

This poor boy has his hands full trying to be there for you and Saeran both.

Visits you often, apologizes for not being there all the time. 

But he’s trying. He’s trying so hard. 


Not you.

Anyone but you.

He can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you. 

He hates V even more now. This is his fault. Not Rika’s, not Saeran’s, his. And there’s nothing he can do but sit around and wait to hear news.

He was so lost before you. You’ve done so, so much for him, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He can’t accept the thought you might not survive this.

The moment they let him in, he breaks down crying over you. You wake up to his tears on your cheek. 

He’s sorry. He should be stronger about this, for you sake, but he was so scared.

He just wants you to be okay.

Refuses to leave. Does everything he can to help you feel more comfortable while you heal. Has to work hard to keep his anger in check because he knows that it upsets you when he lashes out at V.

He’ll do his best for you. 

So feel better soon, okay? And get as much rest as possible.


This is his fault.

He absolutely blames himself for this.

If he’d handled this better, if he’d made the right decisions, then Rika wouldn’t be the way she is, you wouldn’t have been in Mint Eye in the first place, and none of what happened would have happened.

He should have been the one shot instead. 

Hates that anyone innocent got caught up in his mess, that he couldn’t diffuse the situation in time.

Rika is out of his reach. They’ve been separated. His love wasn’t enough. Even if the hospital hadn’t decided to keep the two of them far, far apart, Rika wasn’t the one who was caught bleeding out in the middle of Mint Eye headquarters.

Blood that stains his hands. If you don’t make it, that’s on him.

None of the RFA is happy about it, but none of them are physically there to stop him. He’s there when you wake up, and he stays with you.

Calming, gentle man. Comforts you with a soft voice and his hand on yours. Puts all his energy into soothing your pain and your fears. 

Apologizes constantly. He’s so sorry you had to go through this. 

He can’t see you, but he can feel your tremors and hear the shakiness in your breath.

And this is deeper than any injury of the flesh. Being shot is a traumatic event, and recovery is going to take more than a few weeks and some well placed stitches.

He’s so sorry. He’ll do everything he can for you.

He’s sorry.


The gunshot was more than a little jarring.

One moment, she was ready to convert you and the rest of the RFA into her cult, and the next, you were on the ground, bleeding.

Injured, in pain, dying.

And you were there because she led you there.

V dropped to his knees, the pathetic man searching the ground until he found you, doubtlessly hurt by your injury. He searched your side, unable to find the wound that he might stem the flow.

She stood there, watching, her eyes glazed.

This was just like Sally. it was her job to save people, save everyone, and here you were, taken unwillingly to your doom by her hands.

She’d just been trying to help, and now…you were leaving.

You were leaving.

The noise in the background, shouts, screams, panic. She couldn’t hear any of it, everything drowning out into static aside from the spot where you lay. 

V still couldn’t find the wound.

On shaking, trembling legs, she stumbled forward, slumping down at your side, at V’s side, and without thinking, she put her hand over your injury and pressed down. Trying to stem the flow of your life out your body, following her sun’s lead.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to come to us. You were supposed to be happy.”

Hushed words under her breath that even she doesn’t hear.

V’s hand finds hers, and now they are both pressing down.

Heat, warmth, wet. Sickly and awful, coating her, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s supposed to be the savior, she was supposed to save you. Tears drip down her cheeks.

Later, when they tell her that you survived, she will weep with joy. But for right now, she mourns for your loss even as she fights against it, no doubt in her mind that her efforts will prove futile.


They keep him away from you for a long, long time.

Seven keeps at his side, doing his best to help out.

It takes forever. Months and months and months. He needs to recover just as much as you do, if not more.

The more time he spends away from the savior, the more clarity he has on the events that took place.

And he…is sorry.

He is sorry he shot you.

He wasn’t going to meet with you again, not after what he’d done. He didn’t think he deserved that, and you definitely didn’t deserve to deal with the stress seeing him would cause.

But Seven was there, there to help, there to offer support.

Seven was the one to talk him into coming to see you.

He expected you to be upset, despite all reassurances to the contrary…but you aren’t. You’re happy to see him, even. You’re happy that he’s doing better now.

You’re so understanding. It almost hurts.

No, not almost. It does hurt.

He hugs you without thinking about it, and shudders when you return that hug.

His chest is filled with warmth for you, and he is happy. He is happy that you both are okay. 

Tokioto’s relationship evolution

Because of the fact how many around Otoya is happening I thought it will be good moments to see how Tokiya and Otoya relationship changed by all this years. It is really amazing to see how these two got so close ahhhhhh. ahjkahakhaka

Look it started like that:

season 1

-They weren’t really close and Tokiya saw Otoya more like annoying or bother…And Otoya’s cutie charm… didn’t even work at him…!!!!!! (how possible?!) 

- Look how cold he was towards baby puppy…

Even Otoya himself sees this.. 

- But even then in the end of season it is Otoya who try to reach for Tokiya and understand him and also Tokiya tries to contact with his roommate and explain everything…

season 2

- We don’t see them that often but can notice they are muvch closer

I mean Otoya’s reacts like that for Tokiya:

- And when Otoya invited him for his little festival in his orphanage Tokiya tsun says he will not come… but…

of course he arrived. :D With all his talk how Otoya should say him when he has some worries

plus maaaaaan he gave him such look //////////// melt :D (it is man in love ////)

season 3 

-O.k the most significant the fact that for Otoya tokiya is.. personification of… word cool. :D So he tries copy him. Plus also it is very visible that Tokiya is less annoyed by dorky behavior of Otoya :D and for him it become kind of natural. :D and he got kind of patient. :D Awwwwww. :D 

And season 4…

which season 4 is now like really Tokioto fest :D happy :D (and it is still not the end) 

It started with:

-Otoya was all worried about his duet song with Eichi and… Tokiya was the one who support him as first. He was not annoyed or cold…

He was genuinely supporting him. So warm. :D 

- Look also how amazingly Tokiya talks about OToya…

And most importantly what reaction of Otoya it gives (oh Otoya you are so obvious, plus ahjahjak Otoya blushed already few time for Toki /////, just saying) 

- and then there is all Otoya’s arc… which gives us totally new face of Tokiya, so truly caring and worried an dhjahajhak such precious protective boyfriend… 

- He is sooooo sensitive and observant towards every word or behavior of Otoya… 

- And he is really scared when he thinks something could happened to his precious sunshine…

- He wnet even to Eichi to get to know what really happened… And for me it is really soooooo meaningful that in this ep it is Tokiya who tries to make Otoya back and save him… He is his the most close person. Even it their relationship started kind of cold they grown so close from that moment it become something natural. Ahhh. 

- really Tokiya’s eyes in ep 10 were so ajahakjhakjhaj so full of feels, fear, worries… so real. Like totally different person than cold Tokiya we saw at beginning. 

- He even made his little investigation to get to know about Otoya and understand him. 

-And really he is so so so concerned and do soooooooooooo many for his little sunshine, it is really beautiful… 

- He really wants to reach Otoya’s hand how it was shown in symbolic way in Starish song for Otoya….

And I really believe he will. Go, go Tokiya you are Otoya’s knight in shinning armor he is waiting for you cutie. Look how far you went? You can overcome everything. :D 


Requested, thank you

“I told you, not to go out of my sight and what do you do?” Daryl huffed throwing his hands into the air. “I told you I was going to get stuff for Judith! I thought if I got that and you got the other things, we’d be in and out in no time” you explained, shaking your head at the fact you were arguing. “You thought, did you not think about the fact there’s walkers around almost every corner and you can’t always take them on your own and I have to come save your ass?” he scolded. “Why do you do it then? You do you always have to be my knight in shinning armor Daryl?” you snapped. “Because I like you! I don’t want to lose anyone else and especially not you!”

anonymous asked:

I love your blog!!!! Could you do semi-romanced companions react to finding SS crying by themselves? Thanks!!!

Aww, thank you so much anon! I feel the love ☺️ Anywhoo, I’m also happy to be doing my first angsty reaction! Hope you enjoy!

“..Sunshine…?” He was completely heartbroken seeing Sole hurt so much, Hancock quickly swept them off their feet and held them tensely. He combed their hair back, and planted a soft kiss on their forehead. “I’m here.. just take it easy, alright? You don’t have to talk right away…” He whispered. Hancock sat down with Sole in his lap, and gently rocked them as he hummed in his low rough voice.
He wanted to be with Sole for as long as it took until he KNEW they were going to be fine.

Right when she hears Sole, Curie looks around like a lost, fraught puppy. She goes to investigate, hesitating. Then when she finds them, she exclaims “Monsieur/Madame! What is the matter?” as she hugs them tight.
Although.. processing “feelings” isn’t exactly her forte, she tries her hardest to understand Sole.

Slightly similar as Curie, Danse has been about duty almost his entire life.. So seeing Sole this way, he feels their sorrow, yes, but sometimes he just gets so frustrated because of how hard it is to personally empathize behind this integrated “soldier” facade.
Danse does the best he can, despite his self doubt. He simply rests Sole’s head on his chest, and breathes deeply for them to do the same. After they calm down, he asks if they want to talk about it.

She was confounded at first.. I guess she really didn’t believe it. Or it could be that she refused to, because Sole was.. Sole was stronger, they’ve made it in the commonwealth, and they were everybody’s knight in shinning armor.
Regardless, Cait knew that they were just a person.. She silently wrapped her arms around them, and asked in a whisper “What’s wrong, love..?”
Cait was pretty calm, though it was in hope that Sole would start to calm down too. But that’s not to say she wasn’t concerned.

His heart dropped.
His hand shot up to cover his mouth, and he murmured Sole’s name in complete shock and distress as he silently stood in the doorway, looking on to the broken vault dweller.
Preston ran to them, and cupped their face. “What’s wrong?! Please, just.. calm down!” Desperate as he was, Sole was rather too choked up for words.
Preston’s nut brown eyes despairingly searched through theirs, until he finally pulled them closers; Sole’s chin rested in the crook of the his neck. They sat there like that for hours.. Preston methodically grazed his fingertips gently across Sole’s back, enough so that their muffled cries gradually became silent.
Much to Preston’s surprise, they happened to fall asleep.
He sadly smiled and continued to caress them until they would wake up again.

She dropped everything she had when she first heard Sole cry.. Piper almost started to freak out, as she ran to their aid.
Then, there they were. On their knees, bawling their lungs and eyes out as tears stained their cheeks. Piper immediately lunged at them, with eyes wide and glossy with concern.
“Hey, hey… Shhhh.. It’s alright, blue…” Her voice was gentle, and low. Piper laid her hand on Sole’s back, lightly caressing them. She then slowly sat herself down.
“Blue, hey.. Let’s talk about this, okay? But I’m going to need you to breathe first. Understand? Just breathe..” She added. Sole began to calm down, as they held onto Piper’s sleeve.
She sadly smiled at them; She tried to catch their eyes, yet Sole kept avoiding contact. This was a good start though, Piper was relieved to be at Sole’s side.
And now that they were starting to collect themselves, she was eager to listen to whatever was bothering Sole.

He immediately froze as soon as he saw Sole holding themselves, shaking with the way they gasped between chest-clenching cries.. Small orbs of water began forming in MacCready’s eyes at the sight. He saw the way Sole’s fingers dug into their shoulders; their eyes practically clamped shut.
He saw so much pain in this one person, who managed to put on this front, and convince everyone they were “okay”.
Despite the outburst before him, MacCready understood too well what it was like to finally… break. It’s not like he would tell a soul, though.
He wiped the tears streaming down his face and he rushed to Sole; wrapping his arms as tightly as he could around them.. MacCready didn’t want to say a word, simply because he couldn’t.
He didn’t know what to say, but he knew Sole’s pain. MacCready just wanted them to be okay, and whatever may be causing them trouble to just.. just, go away.

anonymous asked:

Hc for overprotective Jungkook because his boyfriend Jimin is such an angel <3

//at school everyone knows jimin is the one you have to go to if you want help with your homework.

//jimin is indeed an angel. he doesn’t seem to mind when people approach him asking for help. he smiles kindly, allows them to sit beside him and explains things casually.

//the problem with jimin is that he doesn’t know how to say no, or differentiate between someone who truly needs help and someone who is taking advantage of his kindness. so when people cross the line and ask him to do their homework with some shitty excuse he seems to not have it on him to say no.

//and then it’s where jungkook comes around. people know that if you mess with jimin you are about to pay the consequences by jungkook’s hand.

//whenever jimin is sitting with someone to help with homework jungkook sits there with them. he usually glares at the strange but just listens as jimin explains things. he doesn’t mind not having jimin’s attention, after all he looks the cutest when concentrated with his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose, but he hates when others take advantage of his caring boyfriend.

//if jungkook senses the other isn’t listening or allowing jimin do the whole work he steps up, says something to make the other feel uncomfortable until they feel the need to flee, leaving behind a pouty jimin (bc “i didn’t finish my explanation”) and a satisfied jungkook (bc “they can go fuck themselves, hyung”)

//those who were at first forcing jimin to do their homework now run away at the sight of him. not because jimin would refuse, but because jungkook is right behind him shooting draggers at them (maybe jungkook also threatened and told them to just….fuck off)

//there are times that people ask jimin for money to buy food at the canteen. jimin isn’t rich, but the others always promise to give the money back and jimin gives in because if he were the one to need the money during a period of staravion he would love to have someone kind to help.

//the problem is no one ever returns the money….or they didn’t. when jungkook discovered it he went to those opportunists to ask for jimin’s money, and you can’t say no to a glaring jungkook (for real, don’t or you gonna have nightrmares until you die)

//jungkook drives jimin home every day on his shitty second-hand car. when his hand isn’t on the steering wheel or the gear stick it’s on jimin’s thigh or tangled with jimin’s fingers. jungkook always feels the need to have jimin close.

//”you know, you don’t have to glare at everyone who approaches me”
“i know…but everyone tries to take advantage of you and i feel the need to protect you.”
“are you my knight on shinning armor, gguk?”
“uh….yeah, i guess…?”
“i love you so much, you dummy”
“i love you too…”

Son of Honvera part 3

Lotor remember his brother, his older brother was Altean. Lavisabi was kind and sweet to Lotor. And Lotor loved him so much.

“Lavisabi..” Lotor said as he looked up at the purple haired Altean. “Hmm?”As Lavisabi still kept coloring unlike his brother.

“Why don’t you only look like Mommy and not like Daddy or me?..” Lotor asked looking at the teenager. Lavisabi stopped and smiled at Lotor with such a kind smile, Lotor missed that smile so much.

“I had a different father than Daddy.” He smiled. Lotor didn’t understand, he calls Zarkon his dad. “But…”

“Just because I don’t look at you, doesn’t mean we’re family.” As Lavisabi put his hand onto Lotor’s chubby cheek. Lotor leaned into the touch looking up at his brother. “What makes me family to you and dad is our bond and love for each other.” Lotor couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his small arms around Lavisabi.



“You’ll stay with me until I’ll be king…right?”

Lavisabi chuckled and put his fingers through Lotor’s white shiny hair. “Of course. I’ll even be your knight in shinning armor Lotor. Always protecting you, until the day I die.” Lotor looked up and smiled happily at his older brother.


“I cross my heart and hope to die.”

Lavisabi kissed Lotor’s forehead.

Who knew Lavisabi had kept his word when he mean he’ll die protecting Lotor.

Lotor felt the red blood touch his cheek, as he looked up at Lavisabi. Lavisabi had stones on top of him. Some evening stabbing his back, and Lotor felt the tears coming down his cheek.

“A-Are you alright?…” he whispered with as he tried his best to smile. “L-Lavisabi… your hurt…” Lavisabi just smiled as he force the bricks and rocks off of him. And picked up Lotor, and walked as if nothing happened. Until he fell down.

“Lavisabi!! Get up! Please we’re almost there! Please get up! I’m sorry!” Lotor shook Lavisabi over and over. His eyes are closed and blood was coming down off of his cheek.

“Lavisabi…please don’t go…you promised..”

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