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Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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He Passes Out During A Show - Josh Dun Imagine

Hey guys, firstly I wanted to say sorry for taking so long to post this, I’ve just had some important exams but all is good because my results are really good! hope you all enjoy x

Joshua had been working so hard for this tour. So much that he’d barely eaten a thing, every morning I would wake up in an empty bunk, sometimes it would be 6am and I would hear the faint pounding of drums from inside the stadium. he was constantly tired and went straight to sleep whenever we had any type of alone time. 

It was the night of the first show of the second part to the Emotional Roadshow, Josh had been up since 8 practising the same bit to Ride over and over. I walked behind him, setting the coffee that I had made for him beside his kit and ran my fingers over the warm skin of his shoulders, he flinched slightly at my touch and stopped suddenly looking up at me. Deep set frown lines cut through his pale face, mocha eyes drained of the life that usually danced in them. ‘Baby, you gotta have a break sometime, I promise you, you’ll do great’ I said softly, passing him the hot coffee.

‘I cant Y/N, I have to get this bit right,’ he said mumbled, gulping down the steaming drink. I gasped slightly because I knew how hot I had made it. ‘Just listen to this bit, is it okay’ He began to play the part of Ride where he would play on top of the crowd at they all peered up at him like he was a god. I listened as he played his heart out putting all of his effort into this solo, until he went wrong. ‘Argh fuck! I get the same fucking bit wrong every time I can’t do it’ he sulked burying his head into his sweaty covered hands.

‘Josh, Josh hey,’ I said, he looked at me again, tears threatening to spill from the eyes that I had fallen so in love with ‘You are going to do great, you do it every time, all the fans love you, and if you do mess up, then so what? the only people that will know are Tyler and I, and we love you no matter what, don’t you ever forget that okay?’ I smiled at him.

 ‘Thank you baby, I just wanna do you proud, I love you’ he said pulling me into a tight, if not slightly sweaty hug. I screwed up my nose and giggled at him then left to change for the evening. The drumming continued followed by various profanities, if he missed a beat, I sighed not knowing what to do with my perfectionist boyfriend.

A FEW HOURS LATER

“Tyler!?” I called from the hall, he popped his head out of the dressing room door, hair half combed as he was only part way through getting ready for tonights show. (A/N: Tyler has hair in this imagine for the purpose of this line and another later on, trust me I love Ty’s hair right now it just works that he has the fluffy hair here!)

“yesssssssssssss’ he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at his behaviour. 

“He’s been drumming for about four hours straight now, I’ve tried so hard to get him to stop and chill but no matter what I do he won’t stop, I’m so worried Ty’ I said scratching lightly at the thin skin of my palms.

“I know, I am too, but I don’t think anyone can change what he’s doing, you know what he’s like, once he’s got his heart set on doing something he’ll do whatever it takes to do it’ he sighed running his hand through his fluffy hair. “It’s time for him to get ready anyway, he’ll come by in a minute’.

As if on cue the drumming stopped abruptly, moments later Josh was trudging down the hallway, footsteps heavy and tiresome. “Time to get ready,” he muttered trying to give a hopeful smile as he passed us and then into his dressing room. I closely followed and watched as he slumped down in his chair, he looked at his sweaty image in the mirror and I could tell he was criticising everything I saw, my heart slightly tore apart at the thought and walked over to him deciding that I would help him to do his hair and eye makeup today because he seemed exhausted. 

I kneeled in front of him and started to comb his hair into a more organised mess of sweaty, sunshine curls on top of his head, he gave he a lop-sided smile and closed his eyes as I began to smear the red paint gently over the smooth skin beneath his eyes. “open” I almost whispered at him. He fluttered his eyes open and inspected himself in the illuminated “does it look okay?’ he just nodded in response and then closed his eyes again.

‘Thank you,” he murmured.

Half an hour later and it was moment until the boys were due on stage, Josh had pumped himself up a little and was ready to go on, the adrenaline must have kicked in. 

As the stage director gave the cue, the music started and the low hum of the beginning of HeavyDirtySoul filled the arena, accompanied by the screams of the crowds. They roared in delight as they watched their idols run on stage, Tyler rapped every word to perfection and Josh kept up with the quick pace of the song. I smiled as I watched him nod his head in time to the song.

It came to ‘Ride’ and a slight wave of sickness washed over me, worrying about how Josh would do, I knew he would be fantastic but he had stressed me out earlier. I watched as the crew lifter the drum kit on top of the crowd, Josh scanned for the best path in order to safely climb onto the plywood platform. Sure enough he clambered on safely at sat on the black leather stool. The music started again and he began his solo putting the rest of his power into the beat of the song, I glanced down at my phone until I heard a thud, followed by a sickening but definite scream ‘Y/N!’, Josh was on the floor his small body engulfed by the mass of fans, desperate to touch my boyfriend. I ran across the stage, over the barrier and into the pit wading through the hoards of people until I found him, eyes rolling back in his head, gasping for breath. 

I kneeled beside him, and held his wrist in my palm checking his erratic pulse. Soon enough the medic rushed towards us and security ushered people out of the way so he had more space to breathe. I tilted his head up so it was resting on my knees and the doctor checked his heart rate and his temperature. They then picked him up and took him off to the side of the stage where he was given water. “I’m sorry guys, Josh can’t play anymore, I’m sorry if this ruined your night please don’t blame him he’s been working so hard for you. We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you, goodnight everyone’ Tyler addressed the crowd as they began to amble towards the doors.

When the lights turned back on I had a proper look at Josh, and gasped at what I saw, his shirt had been nearly shreded by the fans, his hat was missing and small scratches were littered all up his arms where they had obviously tried to grab onto him but instead hurt him. “Babe! look at you, are you okay? look at your shirt there’s practically nothing there” he looked down at the torn black tank, and frowned, anger clearly bubbling up inside of him. “Stand up a minute I need to take a photo of this so that I can show the fans what they’ve done to you”

He stood up shakily and I quickly snapped a few shots of his shirt and arms. I went onto twitter and composed a new tweet ‘To the people who thought it appropriate to tear Joshua’s shirt and literally cut his arms, please don’t come back to another show, you are not welcome. I know you know who you are, you hurt him while he was vulnerable I hope the moment of touching him was worth it.’ I then attached the photos and posted the tweet, knowing hate would soon follow but I didn’t care because I needed to get my point across.

A couple hours later and Josh and I were curled up in bed, ‘Baby?’ he whispered, voice low and tired ‘I love you so much, thank you for helping me earlier, you’re amazing, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you’

I smiled into his chest and whispered back ‘I love you too Joshua,’


There you go, I feel like I’m a little rusty because I haven’t written for so long but I do hope you liked it, I’d love some feedback because you don’t know how much it means to me!

Much love.

-E

Mason (Part Four) - Morgan Rielly

A/N: Here’s part four! I love hearing your feedback and thank you for your continued support! I’m really excited for you to read this, it’s my favourite part yet!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly (Feat. Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, & Zach Hyman)

Words: 5,811

Warnings: Language

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Issues

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 1,949

Part one

The first time I came face to face with the man who ripped our community, no not community, family, he ripped our family apart. Because that is what we are….were at least. I’m not quiet sure where I fit in that anymore.

A family.

We may not of all started out in this new world knowing each other but it was that, that kept us different from them.

Us against the world.

Us against the walkers.

Us against them. The saviors.

At least that is what I thought.

The first time I came face to face with him was not when he tore Abraham and Glen from our family and almost took Carls hand.  

It wasn’t when he arrived early and took so much of our stuff only to burn all of the mattresses just outside of town. I had watched the smoke blow in the wind as I hid, keeping a safe distance.

No that time you had managed to escape over the fence with Enid, cradling a sleeping Judith in your arms. Your innocent baby sister who you wish didn’t have to grow up in this cruel cruel world. Not that is was much better before when you think of it. Too many wars, terrorists and fate itself was a pretty cruel bitch.

Because before the apocalypse hadn’t been the best time for me and now… well now I had just been going through the motions. Trying to keep my self and my family alive. Dad, Carl and Judith and everyone else in Alexandria. It was important.

There was a time that feels like a whole other life, when at the prison we had been safe and secure for a while but it got attacked and I ended up being on my own for several weeks.
I had contemplated just ending it all. All I had to do was find a working gun with bullets and I could of made sure I never become one of them. A walker.

But Daryl found me when he was searching for Beth and I knew that I had to keep on going. Find everyone and get through this. You had too. At least that is what I told myself over and over again, every single day. Every-single-day.

It was a couple of week after they had first come and The saviours were due to arrive in two days once again.

Rick and Michonne were out on a run. They had said they were going to go out pretty far to try and find something to stop him using his sadistic baseball bat again. 

It was only time though before it happened. 

You knew it and the fact that everyone else around you thought that if you just carried on giving them what they wanted it was going to be ok. There was only so much that was going to keep them happy. One day soon enough they weren’t going to be happy with what they were being presented with by us and everyone would be on their knees again. They would always want more and more and more until there was nothing left to give.

My Dad thinks that he can beat them. Over power them somehow. Get an army to fight. He won’t listen to me. It won’t work.

I had dealt with psychos like Negan and his bunch of merry men when I had been living in Los Angeles. A shiver goes down my spine as I think back to living there. On the West Coast. My old life.

If Dad hadn’t been shot that is where I would of been when all of this happened. If Shane hadn’t called me to come home the way he had, begging for me to see the man who I hadn’t spoken to in five years I probably never would of set eyes on my family again.
I often wonder if Mum is alive back West. She was the reason I went there In the first place.
In my heart I know she can’t be. She wasn’t strong enough to be.

Truth be told I think thats what Dad sees when he looks at me sometimes, I can see it behind his eyes. Why he is reluctant for me to leave and go on runs or every time the saviours arrive he breaks his neck to get me out of sight. He thinks I’m weak just like her. He doesn’t even know me really. He never tried too.  

“Carl don’t make me tell you again!” You shouted across the street as your grumpy younger brother stomped away shaking his head. He was just like Rick. Stubborn and determined.

Rolling my eyes I turned back to Judith who was tenderly taking some steps as she clung to the railings on the porch.

Enid came out of the open front door, drying her hands on a towel.

“Whats up with him?” She asked before sitting down on the top step.

“He wants to go to hilltop” I told her staying on the path, turning my head in his direction once again as he carried on retreating “I told him he needs to wait for them to get back”

“You know he is probably going to just go? Right?”

“Yep!” But at least I had told him not to go. I couldn’t stop him if he wanted to. What was I going to do tie him up and throw him in that cell Morgon had built? Hell no.

“Maybe I should…” but Enid got cut off as a loud honking nose sounded by the gates

“THE SAVIORS ARE HERE!!!!!” You heard Rosita shout from the lookout point.

Shit!” You turned around quickly and pulled your baby sister into your arms “Enid we have to get out of here!” Rick didn’t want Negan to get his hands on Judith.

She didn’t speak just nodded and grabbed my arm as we ran over to the wall so we could get out quickly.

You could hear loud trucks pulling up close to the house as you moved. Shit.

“Quicker” You whisper shouted as Enid struggled to pin the foot grips in place. Why are they here? It was too early. Dad wasn’t even back yet… what were they going to take? Oh this is bad. So fucking bad.

“GET EVERYONE OUT HERE ITS TIME FOR A PARTY!!!!!” A loud voice boomed on what sounded like a loud speaker.

“Enid!!” There was no way you were going to make it out of here.

“I got it. I got it!!” She blew out a breath as she took began to climb upwards.

“Take Judith” I didn’t give her a chance to refuse. I knew there was a chance she was going to be the only one making it out over the wall.

She looked at me with a questioning gaze however didn’t speak and just took the tiny girl who was looking concerned at what we were doing. She stayed quiet though. She always did.

A voice started to get louder as the saviours were shouting for people to get outside of the houses.

“GO!!!” You shouted at Enid who hadn’t moved.

She had to get Judith out of here there was no chance you could take on them getting a hand on her. Rick would never forgive you. You would never forgive you.

Watching her get to the top I started my own climb thinking maybe I could make it out of here however I had to stop when one of them came into my vision. He hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I couldn’t make it over the wall without being seen and then they would get her.

“Go please” you whispered “Keep her safe” before planting my feet back onto the floor once again and taking some steps away from the wall so they wouldn’t put two and two together. God I hope they get away fast.

He spotted you then. Dressed all in black he pointed his gun in your direction.

“You! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to escape?” he was standing in front of you now. The dirt on his clothes noticeable.

Ignoring his question I blurted out “What are you even doing here? You’re early!” Trying to change the subject. Maybe he would forget about the wall.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roughly grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the front of the house.

You could see that the road was now full with our people and theirs. Fuck.

His grip was becoming tighter and tighter. Without a doubt leaving bruises under your shirt sleeve.

“Oi arsehole no need to be so goddamn rough!” I tried tugging my arm out of his grip but this only caused him to squeeze harder. Fuck.

“Shut up” he said through gritted teeth.

He finally came to a stop and you could see Olivia looking with wide eyes at you. Mentally I was shouting that Judith was safe but didn’t dare breath a word and just nodded my head in her direction before looking away quickly.

Boss found this one trying to escape over the wall” You rolled your eyes at this.

“You did not” technically I wasn’t on the wall when he found me.

“I already told you to shut up!” He roughly tugged your arm again.

A dark laugh caught you off guard and whipping my head around I finally came face to face with him. Negan. I knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

Towering over everyone in a black leather jacket.

“Well look-ie here!” He cheered rising that wire covered baseball bat in the air “We’ve got a fucking live one!”

You didn’t dare speak as he finally came to a stop right in front of you, you could practically feel his breath on your face.

“Who the hell are you? Are you new?” He placed the bat on his shoulder “ ‘cause I know damn well I would of remembered seeing you around here before” he raised his brows suggestively.

Staying silent I just looked him in the eyes. Hazel meets y/e/c.

Damn” he clicked his tongue “Now if I didn’t know any better I would think that Rick was standing right here with that fucking stink eye he loves to give me, I know you had to learn that shit from him” laughing he turned his back to you “Now stop being so god damn rude!” He shouted making you jump before turning to face you again.

He came closer. Nose to nose.

“What is your name?” You could smell tobacco on his breath mixed with mint as he spoke.

Taking a large gulp you said loud enough for him to hear but not anyone else “y/n”

“Well helllllllllooooo y/n” he winked at you before giving you lop sided smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Shaking his head he stood back up straight and pointed the bat in Spencer’s direction “Where is Rick the Prick?” As he walked away I let out a large breath. Damn “Now I know he doesn’t want to keep me waiting” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice “No he most certainly does not

“He’s on a run” you spoke up before Spencer could. Pulling Negan’s attention back to you once again “He won’t be back till tomorrow at the earliest”

“Is that right?” He asked eyeing you from where he stood showing no expression on his face “Well that simply will not do” oh god “No that will most certainly not do!”

You could feel everyone tense as he began swinging his weapon from side to side as the anger rose in him.

Shit.

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Silver Storm (6/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *


                                                      Chapter 6

   It’s been a few days since you walked away from Bucky. He’s tried talking to you, but you manage to duck out every time. You’ve spent the days without him learning of your life before Hydra. You spent the first day with Tony learning how to look through your old Facebook account. You both laughed at the ridiculous pictures that appeared and he did his best to comfort you when the painful memories shook your mind. The second and third day consist of you and Tony stalking your family. He was able to pull up information on your siblings and parents. The memories those days were mostly from your childhood, and when the tears fell Tony was there to hand you tissues. The dynamic of your relationship with him slightly altered those days and you saw a side you didn’t see before. Although it didn’t bring you incredibly closer, it helped you both ease each other into both your lives.   

   It’s the third night away from Bucky and you’re bracing yourself for the lack of sleep that’s coming. It’s not that Wanda’s presence isn’t comforting, it’s just a completely different sense of comfort. With Bucky, everything about him made you feel safe; his smell, his body heat, his voice, the way his arms would hold you in your sleep. You still have been able to sleep but not as soundly. Tonight, as you slip under the covers next to Wanda, the only thing swirling around your mind is Bucky. You stay up a little longer after Wanda falls asleep, your mind still not quieting down. Your eyes finally start to droop and you willingly let them .  

    You are woken up by the feeling of lips on your forehead and hushed whispers. Your heart is racing as you look up to see Bucky holding you almost completely in his lap. You shove yourself out of his lap, your body landing on the floor with a thud. You notice Wanda leaning against the door, her eyes red and puffy, tears still leaking from them. Oh god no, did I hurt her?

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“Wanda did I-”

“No no no, you didn’t hurt me. You were having a nightmare. I didn’t know how to wake you safely, so I went in your mind to pull you out like I did with your memory that day. But I couldn’t… it was like I was watching a film and you couldn’t hear me.“  

You reach your hand to your eyes, feeling tears you didn’t even know existed and your throat burned. You try to remember what you were dreaming but you’re coming up blank.

"You were whimpering then screaming for Bucky. Actually, you cried for Winter,” Wanda says. Your eyes widen. Oh great. Of freaking course I scream for his help. You turn, looking at Bucky. Tears remain on his face, his eyes trained on you.

“Wanda, can you give us a minute?” he asks, his voice hoarse. She nods then steps out, shutting the door behind her.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, I’m sorry,” you say, standing up. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Y/n, I wasn’t sleeping. Do you really think I’ve slept over the last couple days?” You look over his features, noting the bags under his eyes. You don’t answer, just awkwardly stand in your place.

“Will you give me a chance to explain or are you going to duck out again?” he questions. You hear the desperation in his voice. You nod and seat yourself on the edge of the bed.

“I probably should have mentioned Katie. She’s just - she’s not - I’m not in a relationship with her, and I know that’s what you think. We had a mutual agreement to help each other…blow off steam after missions. That’s all it was, nothing more. That night was my fault. I should have called her and explained what was happening, but I -”

“What was happening Bucky? What would you of told her? Oh hey Katie, sorry I can’t sleep with you. I have an ex assassin from my Hydra days over tonight,” you spit out. The anger in your voices shocks him, but you continue.

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“Bucky, I’m not even mad about it! That just knocked sense into me. I don’t know you, I don’t know Bucky Barnes. I know Winter. And he doesn’t exist anymore. I know absolutely nothing about you in this new life you made! You only know Silver, hell I only know Silver! Everything I ever knew was in that damn Hydra base!” You run your fingers through your hair as you begin pacing Wanda’s room.

“This isn’t about me thinking you were in a relationship, it’s me realizing I don’t know how to function  here!” Tears of frustration escape your eyes. “I don’t even have the one person I want to comfort me anymore, he was the only safe-”

“I’m right here Y/n!” Bucky yells, frustration also clear in his voice. “I have the same feelings I did then Y/n. Being here, being an Avenger, and having a new life hasn’t changed the fact that I love you!”

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You stay silent, not knowing how to answer. Do I love him? How can I when I don’t even know him?

“I don’t know who you are,” you whisper.

“I’m the same person Y/n, just with memories and freedom now. I’ll still mend you when you’re broken, and I still love you, Мой солнечный свет ( my sunshine).” He moves in front of you, takes your chin in his hands, pulling your lips to his is a slow but intense kiss. You can’t deny the sparks you feel, but it doesn’t change the problem .

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He pulls away , eyes finding yours. “Maybe you don’t know everything about me, and I don’t know who you were before Hydra, but what’s stopping us from learning?“ he questions. He’s right, the only thing stopping us is me.

 "And what if you don’t like who I am?” you ask.

 "I’ll tell you what I learned when i came here: I am not the same James Buchanan Barnes I was in the 40’s before Hydra took me, but I’m not the Winter Soldier either. I am myself, my life is new with new people and new experiences. I got to start over. After being through what we have, there is no going back to exactly how we are; only fragments of our past selves survived the hell Hydra forced us through.“ He tilts your face, your eyes now locking with his.

"But I can assure you, I will love you no matter who you are. The piece of you that survived Hydra was your heart and your care for other people. The first thing you thought when you woke up was if you hurt Wanda or not, right?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he continues. “ And when you saw Katie, you felt bad that you ruined what you thought was going on, hurting either of our feelings?” You still don’t reply.

“You use to take care of me when I returned wounded from mission. You’d run your hand down my cheek and tend to my wounds when the handlers wouldn’t. There is no doubt in my mind that you were the same with your family and friends before Hydra. And there is no doubt you will always be this way. That is why I love you. No matter how you chose to make your new life, I will love you.” Tears are escaping both of you and you pull him to you into a hug, silently accepting his explanation and declaration of love.

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You pull apart when you hear Wanda clear her throat. ” Uh guys, this is real sweet and everything but it’s 4 a.m… I kind of want to sleep,“ she says sheepishly.

“Do you want to stay with Wanda?” Bucky asks.

“I’ve already cost Wanda enough sleep, I think I might just go watch Netflix.” You hug Wanda goodnight and Bucky follows you out.

Bucky ends up joining you and instead of watching Netflix you talk all night. You tell him about the memories that popped up when you looked into your past, you even had FRIDAY pull up some of the embarrassing and funny pictures you found on your Facebook. Things felt in place again. You fell asleep in Bucky’s arms, your body laying flat on top of his.


You are woken up by the sound of Tony and Wanda’s voices.

“Neither of them are in their rooms,” Tony voice almost echoes in the room.

“Well, Y/n said she was going to watch Netflix, maybe they’re-”  her voice stops as they get closer.

“Wake them up before -”

You hear the elevator ding and more voices appear. They feel familiar to you but you can’t place your finger on where they are from. You lift your head off Bucky’s chest and nuzzle your nose against his to wake him. It works. His eyes blink open, a dazzling lop sided smile gracing his face.

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 "Good mor-“ He is cut off by the voices growing closer. You see the voices register in his mind as unfamiliar and he goes into protective mode. He lifts you off him, leaving you on the couch as he stands. You stay in your place, slightly loving how defensive he gets for you.

"Tony, I didn’t know we were having guests,” Bucky says suspiciously. You watch his eyes. You assume he’s looking over whoever is here.

“Stand down, Barnes. They aren’t here for you. Sweetheart, can you sit up?” Tony’s tone was sweet, slightly catching you off guard, but you obey his request. You stand at Bucky’s side. When you lift your eyes, you’re met with the visitors: an older man and woman. Oh my God. Your mouth hangs open as your chest tightens and tears start pouring out of your eyes like a waterfall. Their faces mirror what you believe yours looks like: absolute shock and so many tears.

You know why the voices sound familiar and why you couldn’t place them. The couple standing in front of you move closer. Everything in you is screaming at you to take a step back, distance yourself. But you don’t. You stand still, shock flooding your body. You finally find the strength to speak, only able to get two shaky words out.

“Mom? Dad?”

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*Love Birds* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hello lovely author! I was wondering if you could write one where reader and Newt are professors at Hogwarts? Newt is smitten with reader (though she is pretty much too) and students ship them and maybe even bert when the two love birds will get together? Just fluff and admitting feelings!:D Maybe even put Yule ball somewhere in there,haha:)

❤ Quick note: I know the Yule Ball is a TriWizard tournament tradition, but let’s just pretend for this it’s not ^_^

Making your way down the halls of Hogwarts, you smiled as you passed by some students sitting in the corridor working on an assignment. It was mid evening and you were on your way to your classroom where you taught Transfiguration. You had forgotten to grab some of the student’s assignments that you needed to correct that evening.

Rounding the corner, you bumped in to a tall man. 

“Oh!” 

Your arms stretched out in front of you, bracing you for your fall when the man quickly grabbed you and saved you from plummeting down on to the hard rock ground.

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BTS Reacts: Your Bratty Attitude in Public but Shy Demeanor When Alone

Request: Bts reaction to their s/o acting bratty in public but turns super shy when they’re alone together (love your blog btw <3)

A/N: I really hope this was okay Anon! I kind of took the idea and ran away with it OTL

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Seokjin (Jin)

“Yah!” Seokjin shrieked but laughter quickly spilling out over his dinner in front of him. He lowered his chopsticks piled with noodles and grinned at you. He caught you mid reach towards Noodles, quietly watching from the floor, chopsticks flinching open at his screech. You watched happily as your puppy made quick work of the noodles, small tail wagging away.

“Oh, no you don’t. You were so set on having ramen tonight, you begged me and then practically threw them at me in the store, and now you’re feeding it to the puppy. I swear, kids these days don’t appreciate a thing. When I was your age-,”

You pursed your lips and scrunched your nose as he continued on with his rant, shaking his head from side to side, but smiling none the less.

Originally posted by nnochu

Yoongi (Suga)

You could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, his hand perched against the wall, precariously close to your burning red neck. You leaned more against the cool wall of his bedroom, heart stampeding through your chest. You licked your dry lips, Yoongi’s eyes darting to trace the motion, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “What happened to the girl back at the party? You were quite full of yourself there, teasing me with that mouth of yours.”

Originally posted by goldseok

Hoseok (J-Hope)

“All right guys, one more time and then we’ll call it quits.” Hoseok called out, motioning for the music to cue one more time. A chorus of groans sounded from the dance studio as you stretched and tried, but failed to stifle a yawn.

“(Y/N), would you like to show us the routine since I can’t seem to keep you awake?” Hoseok called you out as a lop-sided smiled appeared on his face. You immediately straightened your posture as 14 other pairs of eyes landed on you.

“Only if you join me,” You challenged, angling your chin up and smiling. He quirked his eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips.

The music cued and your body moved easily with Hobi beside you, hours of sweat and practice noticeable in your movements, your attention to every detail; just the way he had taught you. 

You watched as your classmates left for their next class, and quickly finished packing up your jacket and water bottle. You felt your face heat up as you caught Hoseok watching you from across the now empty studio. You averted your gaze and quickly slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you made a beeline for the door. You inwardly cursed as you felt Hoseok grab hold of your small wrist and turn you around.

“You are going to be the death of me, little girl, I swear,” he chuckled deeply.

Originally posted by sugutie

Namjoon (Rapmon)

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Namjoon’s deep laugh couldn’t stop from bubbling over in his throat as you continuously splashed water on him. You grinned in triumph, wanting nothing more than to hear the sound again.

“Make me!” you laughed as you kept splashing, eyes shut tight when you felt the force of your body being tackled into the water.

You lunged yourself to the surface, coughing at the intake of water and glared as Namjoon laughed harder, standing in the stomach-high water, his hair and face dripping, just like you.

You didn’t think twice and leaped in his direction, latching your arms around his neck, your weight causing him to tumble backwards, and fall back into the water. You quickly waddled as fast as you could away from the still submerged Namjoon, and made your way over to one of the many large tunnels the waterpark offered.

Namjoon followed seconds later, grabbing your wrist and lightly pushing you against the wall. Something like regret immediately filled your chest and you couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. You felt your face fill with color at the thought of him so close to you in public and you quickly patted your cheeks with your wet hands in hopes of calming them down.

“Make you? Is that a challenge?” he smirked, voice low, his face just inches from yours.

Originally posted by cake-p0p

Taehyung (V)

“Come on Tae! I wanna see the giraffes~” You whined, dragging out the last word and throwing yours arms around dramatically. Your fussing earned one of his boxy smiles and a low chuckle.

Tae quickly downed the rest of his cola and threw away the can. “Okayyyyyyyy~” he mimicked your whining, smiling once more when your lip jutted out in a pout. You lightly swatted at his arm, earning you an over-exaggerated yell from Tae and a full blown show of him on his knees, holding onto his upper arm where you had hit him.

You giggled at his antics and whined more. “Come ON Tae!” You bounced on your toes in place, excitement running through you.

Aish, you’re cute Jagi,” Tae exclaimed as he pulled himself up from the walkway.  You half bounced, half pulled Taehyung along as you saw the sign for the African animal exhibit.

“Look Tae! There they are!” You announced loudly, pointing in the animals direction and looked back at the boy you had called. He smiled fondly at you, and watched as you ran the rest of the way to the ledge and handrail that led out to the large open field.

You bounced more in excitement, holding onto the rail and looked around for any sign of the wildlife. “Jagi,” Tae called softly, lips brushing your ear, his arms snaking around your waist. You stiffened at the public display of affection, a deep blush crawling up your neck and onto your cheeks. “I swear, you’re too cute for your own good.”

Originally posted by amsimaria

Jimin

“Jimin-ah, I just styled your hair. Do you have to ruffle it already?” You questioned the idol as he sat in your styling chair, shaking his head and running a hand through his bangs. “Don’t make me ask you to sit on your hands like I do my niece.”

“I’m sorry Noona, its just a nervous habit.” he apologized, setting his hands down neatly in his lap. You watched as he played with his thumb and forefinger, another nervous habit you knew he had.

“(Y/N), hurry up, they’re on in five,” another member of the styling team chided you and you sighed in frustration. You eyed the other members as they exited out into the hall and turned your gaze back onto Jimin.

He was looking up at you, while you watched him through the mirror, deciding on how to fix his hair quickly. “You’re really pretty, Noona,” you barely heard him mumble. Color immediately shot to your face as you tried to focus on anything other than him and how his eyes fell on your lips.

You naturally licked your now dry lips, his eyes following the motion intently. You cleared your throat, willing your voice to sound normal as you spoke. “I need to fix your hair,” you mumbled more to yourself to alleviate some of the tension that was now filling the room. The stare he was giving you was enough to melt you to the floor. You could feel his gaze on you as he traced your features with his eyes while you blow-dried the front of his bangs.

“I’ll see you later, Noona,” He smiled softly minutes later, as he exited the room.  

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jungkook

A/N: Guys I can’t this gif is too f*cking cute

“Alright, come on you guys! Time to get up!” you yelled, hoping your voice would carry to all 4 rooms as you walked down the hallway of their dorm. You heard groaning from multiple rooms, which meant you were doing your job properly. You had just started maybe a month ago as one of the managers for BTS, and being the new kid, you got the short end of the stick on jobs. Which meant you were usually the one to wake them up, go on coffee runs, and even grocery shop if they didn’t have time.

You greeted the boys cheerfully as they filed out from their shared rooms, either them mumbling a “Hello” in return or eyes still closed in hopes of sleep and completely missing your presence. You silently counted heads as they made their way towards the living room to be notified of today’s schedule, and in the end, only counting 6.

You peeked in to the rooms to see bed covers half-hazardly thrown to the side or completely off the bed, your eyes finally landing on a still sleeping mass of blankets you could only assume to be Jungkook.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked over towards the sleeping form and gently shook what you assumed to be his shoulder. “Kookie, come on. You need to get up so we can get today started.”

Jungkook gave a lack-luster groan and a barely recognizable “Five more minutes”. You contemplated your options; Dumping water on him would probably be too harsh, but you also really needed to get him up before the other boys started falling asleep in the living room.

You blinked, your eyes focusing back on the lump in front of you. You watched as the blankets were slowly pulled down from his head to reveal just the top of his eyes.

“I’m still here Jungkook,” you deadpanned.

The maknae pulled the covers down from his face and gave a toothy grin, a small giggle escaping. You pulled your arms across your chest, a hand resting over your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile and your slight blush. This kid is really too cute. You tried to push away the invading thought, but it just wouldn’t leave. An exasperated sigh left you and you ruffled his hair in fondness, letting your full smile fill your features.

HYYH: Awake

Plot: As long as he was with you, he always had a reason to smile.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, HYYH au!

Note: If you see these one shots anywhere else on the internet that is me. Do not fret or get triggered. Hehehe. I’m transferring everything here, considering I never really go there now. 782 words

Originally posted by koiyomi

You and Jin smiled, as the both of you watched the gang run around, and have fun in the shores of the barren beach. The afternoon sun was shining down on the boys and the sand, almost giving it a whitish glow. It was always fun being with that group.

Jin always had a reason to smile when he was with all of them, especially with you.

“Jin-Oppa, don’t you want to go out there?” You asked, your eyes trailing to his face.

He had a lop-sided smile when he heard your voice echo through his ears. His hand slipped off the steering wheel, and went onto your hand. The two of you had been together for how long? He had lost count ever since he had asked you to be his girlfriend. The moments just seemed to go by so fast when you were together.

“I’d rather stay here with you,” He gave you a bright smile. “Those boys have finally given us some privacy since we met up with them.”

You giggled, as he leaned forward and gave you a soft peck on the lips. His heart was racing; he felt so alive. The moment was just made even more beautiful when you gave him another kiss, and leaned back. You let go of his hand, and held onto his covered arm instead, almost hugging it. Jin let out a melodious laugh, as he felt your head nuzzle onto his shoulder.

“I love you, Jin.”

He didn’t want to lose this.

“I love you too, Y/N..”

He didn’t want to lose you.

His finger went under your chin, gently lifting it up so the both of you could share another, sweet kiss. The distance between you was getting shorter, and shorter. It was like the both of you could feel each other’s auras, your lips’ tingling, wanting to close up the distance.

“Oh!! Look at Jin-hyung and Y/N~" 

Unfortunately, the distance between the two of you was now lengthened, as the both of you blushed and looked away. There was a light dusting of red on your cheeks, your hand lifting up to hide it from your friends. Jin just laughed, and waved off  an immature Taehyung as if he were shooing away a fly, before leaning back on his seat. With those boys, you guys could never get complete privacy. 

But when was he ever concerned about that?

Jin was back with his beloved; he was next to her, and she was smiling along with him; she was displaying her cute antics, and kissing him. He recalled the time in the fast-food place, when you had thrown a fry at his face for taking a bite of your food; he recalled the time next to the fire, where you had fallen asleep on his lap. 

You shifted your gaze to his face, only to realize he was staring at you. He looked like he had completely zoned out. Your finger went up to his nose, and you poked it, making him flinch. He was ‘awake’ again.

"Hi, oppa~” You had greeted him, as if he had come back from work.

“Hello, Jagiya~" 

As he nudged his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss, his dark eyes caught a glimpse of the glove box. It was half open, revealing stacked CD’s, and a lone polaroid picture. The picture Namjoon had taken of you and him in the gas station. He smiled even more, and reached out to grab it; his eyes scanning over it when it was close enough.

Oh.

The background was completely dark – it was only him doing that ‘aegyo’ pose. His smile fell, and for that second, reality just came crashing down on him. Your grip on him had disappeared; the boys playing around in the beach, their images had become blurry, before completely walking into the blinding light. Moving his eyes around the empty car, his breath hitched.

This entire time… He was alone.

He was still dead.

trappedjesus475  asked:

Companions react to Sole giving them Christmas gifts, even though they have no idea what Christmas is. (Great gifts too, like armor mods and a jetpack attachment for Danse, or a brand new printing press for Piper, etc.) Oh and they don't expect any gifts in return.

In Fallout 4, if you go into Diamond City on December 25th, christmas lights are strung up around the city. That kind of winter holiday has been around for centuries, and would likely still be around for centuries in the future. However, some companions may have a better idea of “Christmas” than others.


Cait: “Well, shite, Sole, you didn’t need to get me anything.” She’s taken aback by the generosity, even a little suspicious. “You’ve got to want somethin’ in return.” But Sole insists, so she shrugs off the gift and pretends it doesn’t matter that much to her. But, later, she finds herself watching and re-watching the kung fu holotapes Sole got her. She even cracks a smile when she pulls off a roundhouse kick, just like they showed in the film.

Codsworth: His voicebox crackles with emotion. “Oh, Mx. Sole…” If a robot’s eyestalks could water, Codsworth would be weeping. It’s a handmade set of matching oven mitts and apron, with a mitt for every claw and an apron that fits perfectly around his torso. It’s a simple gift, but one that makes him overjoyed. He insists on wearing them every time he cooks.

Curie: “Oh, Sole!” She claps her hands to her cheeks in glee. Real lab equipment is rare in the wasteland. Test tubes are often chipped or cracked, medical textbooks are ruined, microscopes are broken… She runs up and clasps Sole in a hug, thanking them profusely for her pristine lab equipment. “It is so beautiful! I will be able to do so much with this!”

Danse: “I…” He’s speechless. To most, it would look like just a few boxes of tech. To Danse, it looks like the pieces to the finest power armor mods in the wasteland. He holds up each piece of metal in awe, running his fingers over it, making a plan in his mind for how to put them together. There’s the faintest glimmer of a tear in his eye. “This is so generous of you,” he says at last, with a shocked, sweet expression on his face.

Deacon: He stares. For once, for a few critical seconds, the liar is rendered speechless. “Wow, Sole,” he murmurs at last, picking up the Pre-War “disguise kit” with a lop-sided smile. It’s full of paints and wigs and costumes. It’s something a make-up artist or entertainer might have used 200 years ago, but now… “I didn’t know you moonlighted as Kris Kringle,” he jokes. He laughs it off, but people don’t often get him things. It touches him deeply.

Dogmeat: He gets a Deathclaw bone to gnaw on. He’s delighted by it, and makes it his business to drag it around and chew on it all day and night, despite it being as big as he is. To show his appreciation, he lavishes Sole with doggy kisses, jumping up on them and nearly bowling them over as he nuzzles them.

Hancock: He waves away Sole’s insistence that he doesn’t have to get them something in return. “Fahrenheit!” he calls. “Have this framed.” He hands over his present - a copy of the Constitution, in all its glory. He’s never actually read all of it before, and it makes him unable to stop grinning for two days. He informs the Goodneighbor residents that they now celebrate Christmas, and proceeds to buy everyone presents. 

Nick Valentine: He lets out an uncharacteristic laugh. It’s a mug, with the words “World’s Best Sad Toaster” handpainted on the side. He smiles every time he looks at it. It turns out that he got Sole something for Christmas, even before he knew they’d get him a present. His gift is an intact snowglobe of Pre-War Boston. “Found it in a tourist trap,” he says, with a faint smile. “Dunno. Guess I hoped you were an old sap like me, and that you’d appreciate it.”

MacCready: His eyes bug out of his head. “This is for me? For me? You gotta be kiddin’ me, Sole.” It’s the finest, shiniest sniper rifle he’d ever seen. Growing up on half-modded, half-broken guns, MacCready always wanted a decent weapon but never had the heart (or caps) to get himself one. Though, after receiving the present, he drives himself half-crazy trying to think of a way to repay Sole, refusing to take it as a charitable gift. He’s still thinking.

Piper: “Blue, you- you-” She shakes her head, a wide grin on her face. “You amazing, wonderful person!” The printing press, all clean and fixed and good as the day it was made, gleams in the front of Publick Occurrences. Piper whips around and pulls Sole into a tight bear hug, squeezing the air from their lungs and thanking them a million times before running over and hugging the press and kissing its surface dreamily.

Preston: “Oh, Sole, you didn’t have to get me anything.” But he can’t help the blushing smile across his cheeks as he takes in Sole’s gift. A refurnished farmhouse, just south of the Castle. Preston might be a militia man, but in his heart he was a farm boy, who wanted land to tend and somewhere to call home. The house itself isn’t much, but it’s the promise of a future that makes him wipe an embarrassed tear from his eye.

Strong: “Is… for me?” He gives Sole a suspicious look. “Won’t get mad if Strong kill?” With Sole’s reassurance, he lunges into battle with an unsettling grin. Strong, being away from his brothers, does not often get the chance to wreak havoc. Sole spent a month collecting various wild animals and putting them together in a big field, then challenging Strong to wrestle/eat them to his heart’s content. The mutant is very pleased.

X6-88: “Mx. Sole, I really do not know what to say.” Coursers are not given presents. It just isn’t done. So when Sole shows up with a restored motorcycle and a brand-new pair of sunglasses, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do. “Thank you,” he says at last, running one hand over the smooth metal of the bike. “Am I… allowed to use this?”

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Paul McCartney, Neil Aspinall and George Harrison in the Liverpool Institute Lower School photograph, taken in April 1956; screen capped from The Beatles Anthology

“George wears the lop-sided smile inherited from his dad, and long hair piled into a quiff. So impressive was this, and so daring was it for the ‘Inny’, Paul would always recall Arthur Kelly’s awed exclamation, ‘It’s like a f***in’ turban!’” - All These Years: Tune In by Mark Lewisohn

Are We Okay? - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

Your boyfriend was the famous Harry Styles. Of course you wouldn’t change anything about him but his famous life has becoming a hassle. You and Harry text and FaceTime everyday but you and him know it’s not the same. You miss his touch, You miss him waking you up in the mornings with peppered kisses and a fresh cup of coffee already prepared by him. You miss his touch, his touch was something that always got you weak in the knees. When he would be clingy while you were cooking and stay behind you touching your waist, arms, anything from your body in sight.
Today, you missed him the most it was your 10 month anniversary, you and Harry celebrated every month him always saying every time mark we hit together was special. Sadly, he was in London for an interview then traveling to London to perform a little gig with the guys while you were al the way in LA. Even though you weren’t together you scheduled a FaceTime call, it was about that time so you got your MacBook ready and imagining he was getting his.
You hit your boyfriends name and hit FaceTime, you didn’t expect to be as nervous as you were.
When his cute lop sided smile appeared on the screen you instantly got happy. “Hey baby!”
“Hello gorgeous, I’ve been waiting for you to call me. I miss you so much” Harry said back, you look this time to examine his appearance. He was beautiful as always, his mess of curls push back into a little man bun that he loves, he was wearing a white t-shirt and his eyes were the prettiest shade of green, you could believe this masterpiece was yours.

“Um, Y/N? You okay baby?”

“Oh, yeah.”  You whispered, “I’m perfect”

“So, how was your day? I want to hear every detail. Mine was pretty boring so love tell me about you.” He said.

You began to tell him about your day and began to discuss how you almost got hit by a car crossing the road to the nail salon you went to earlier.

“You’ve got to be more careful, my love” Harry then smirked, “But I have a joke, why did Adele cross the road?”

“No, Hazza please d-”

“To say Hello from the other side!” Harry burst into laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laugh is so adorable. When he saw you weren’t laughing he paused. “Oh C’mon Y/N that was gold!”

You just shook your head and smiled at your dork of a boyfriend. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry turned to you confused and yelled a “Come in!”
Someone completely unexpected walked and your whole demeanor changed. “Hey Harry” Kendall Jenner said as she gave him a peck on the cheek, then looked at his computer and noticed your very unhappy face on the screen. “Oh, I’m sorry did I interrupt something?”
“Oh, um. Kendall can you wait in the hallway for a minute?” Harry bit his lip, something he does when he’s nervous.

She then nodded her head and left and immediately Harry started to ramble.

‘I’m so sorry baby, it slipped my mind to tell you I was going to the movies with Kendall. Only as friends though! I promise nothing’s going on with her and I, it’s just dinner and I was meaning to tell you but the time went so fast I completely forgot don’t be ma-”

“Harry, stop. It’s okay, enjoy your movie. I’m alright.” You gave a sly smile.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want you to be mad at me baby.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you, but I don’t trust her one bit. But, did you really have to do it on our anniversary?”

“I know, I know I’m sorry but I have to go.” Harry then ended the call and you stared in disbelief.

Yes, you trusted Harry. But did he have to go the movies with Kendall, his ex. Out of all the friends Harry has, Kendall was the last person you’d expect.
You heard your phone buzz and saw a text message from the one and only:

Harry: I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to hang up like that but I promise nothing will happen tonight or ever. Call you later? x

You replied with a quick ‘okay.’ and waited for that call from Harry.

You felt your eyes becoming heavy and decided you should get some rest.

You jolted awake, you noticed the time on the clock and it read 11pm, must’ve been more tired than you thought.

You groaned and decided to go take a shower and brush your teeth, dealing with a worried Harry later.

In the shower you thought of how Harry and Kendall’s date must’ve went, you wondered what they talked about, if they went out after, if they hugged goodbye. You couldn’t help the aching feeling in your chest from the thought of her trying something on him.
You stepped out your hot shower and literally as your second leg hit the floor you heard commotion downstairs.

You got scared, thinking it was an intruder. You quickly grabbed Harry’s bat he put next to the bed in case of emergencies and walked downstairs.
You found a person bending over in your fridge and ran up behind them and almost swung the bat when you recognized the ugly boots on the ‘intruders’ feet.
“Harry?” You whispered instantly dropping the bat at your feet.

“Y/N”

He then scooped you into his arms and smashed his lips against yours. This made your whole body relax and instantly move your lips against his. He seemed tense but he groaned when he realized your reaction wasn’t pushing him off. “I’m so sorry” He said after he pulled apart slightly.
“I should’ve never went out with Kendall, especially on our anniversary. It was a dick move, something I’ll never do again. I thought you were mad at me reason why I’m here. Fuck the interviews and shows, you’re what matters most”

“No, Harry it’s just, she’s so beautiful, her family is famous, she’s a model, she gets invited to award shows, parties, I’m just a small town girl that just so happened to get lucky. I don’t deserve you” You dropped your head in shame finally letting out what you’ve been feeling ever since she walked into the room.

“Baby,” He lifted your head up, he had a tear that you could tell he was holding back. “No, you’re not a model, your family isn’t famous, you’re not sitting on a pile of cash. But that’s what I love most about you, you keep me grounded, you truly make me happy every time I see you I get butterflies. You truly have no idea the affect you have on me. And I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world. I love you”

“I love you too.” You said smiling at everything that just came out of his pink lips, he truly was your rock.

“So, are we okay?”

“More than okay.”

“That’s great because,” He then pulled at your towel making it fall to the ground. “I’ve been away from so long, and I’m dying to get a taste”

anonymous asked:

Hey how are you going? I wad wondering how the chocobros and Cor would react to an androgynous female S/O? I ask mostly because I'm very fluid with how I look and often dress masculinely as well as femininely depending on how I feel. It often got to the point that a lot of people thought I was a different person and a lot of guys didn't like it since it made them feel 'gay'. Whixh makes me feel a little sad cause I feel comfortable like this and a lot of them didnt want to date me afterwards...

Hey there! <3 Girl, I feel you… there are days where I love my loose baggy t-shirts and shapeless jeans, and then there are days I like wearing my cute skirts and stockings so this request is right up my alley! Hope short drabbles/headcanon paragraphs are okay! :D

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Noctis: Noctis Lucis Caelum… *sigh* this boy, really doesn’t care at all about how you dress. What he really likes about you is the way you seem comfortable in your own skin. He likes that you look equally as friendly and charming in his stolen clothes as well as your own cute little outfit ensembles. He likes that you own a countless amount of basketball jerseys and large sweaters. He adores the fact that you can wear a leather jacket and pull off the ‘stay the hell away from me’ look, as well as the ‘I am a sexy biker chick’ look depending on how you accessorise. But of course, this guy will not overtly tell you ANY of this. The clues lie in the way he smiles at you, that stupid little lop-sided smile he gives you whenever he sees you. You’re so used to it, you think that he doesn’t stay with you because he’s physically attracted to you, but because he’s got an attraction for the person inside. Now, while you think that’s all sweet and cute and amazingly deep, you can’t help but feel a little insecure about Noctis and his lack of reaction about the way you look and dress. Seriously though, DON’T WORRY! Noctis is really attracted to you- his midnight blue eyes always linger on you a second too long whenever you’re in close proximity to him, and his heart beat… gosh- it goes absolutely INSANE when he sees you walk into a room- because no matter what you wear or how you look, Noctis thinks you’re smoking hot!


Prompto: Prompto thinks it’s really cool that you have a really versatile fashion sense. There will be times that he tries to coordinate outfits with you, but he’s always complaining about how you’re always the ‘cooler looking’ one. Prompto adores going shopping with you because he knows that you’re not going to be caught up in all the ‘girly’ stores. He also loves to take pictures of you and all your super cool outfits. But gosh, when you dress up all fancy, pulling out the heels and the cute skirts and blouses, this boy’s freckles stand out as a stark contrast to his extremely red blush. Admittedly, you often like to dress femininely just to see your adorable boyfriend have mini heart attacks during your dates because he’s absolutely smitten with you. However, gosh, when you pull him close and wrap your arms tenderly around his shoulders while you’re dressed a little more on the masculine side, Prompto’s practically melting from the inside out. You’re seriously one of the coolest people he’s ever met and he can’t believe that you’re willing to be seen with HIM in public- being all lovely-dovey and couple-like out in the open for everyone to see. And that, in itself, is the thing that Prompto loves the most about you- you’re willing to be with him no matter what.


Gladio: Admittedly, Gladio was a little confused when he’d first seen you dress down in your ‘comfortable’ clothes. He’d asked you if you’d forgotten to do your laundry, and that had resulting in a terrible fight, which ended in both tears and guilt. Since that time, Gladio learned not to comment overtly on your rather versatile fashion sense. As a matter of fact, he began to appreciate the different sides of yourself that you tended to showcase with the different ways that you dressed. He’d drag you down to the gym when you were dressed down in casual, baggy sportswear, overtly excited that he had a gym buddy while you would pull and tug on his arm in protest, knowing full well that you would be sore for days after a ‘Gladiolus Amicitia Special’ workout. Honestly, the first time he mentioned that particular workout, you had thought you were in for some sweet lovin’. Damn it, were you wrong about that! On the contrary, whenever you dressed cutely in blouses, denim shorts and flats, Gladio preferred to take you out for walks. When you’d ask him why the two of you weren’t going to the gym like usual, Gladio would just smile down at you and shrug. “You’re not dressed for it babe.” Seriously, Gladio really doesn’t care about what you look like- as long as you can take his odd sense of humour and keep up even a little with his active lifestyle, then you are perfect to him!


Ignis: Ignis finds your versatility interesting. The first time you had met Ignis, you were dressed to the nines in a ball gown and fingerless black lace gloves. He could not take his eyes off you, and that was probably the reason why you and Ignis were together today. Ignis had always liked the way you were able to look both elegant and strong at the same time. He liked the way that you were able to command the attention of everyone in any particular room with a simple movement. Honestly, the man was smitten with you. Ignis absolutely fell in love with the way you were able to command his attention with you every movement, without even having to wear anything provocative. Seriously, you could be wearing a loosely fit male shirt and some baggy jeans, and Ignis would think you were the sexiest woman in the world. Ignis loves you for you and not for what you wear. He likes to see you comfortable and he wants nothing more than to see you happy- and if that versatile, comfortable fashion sense of yours made you look a little more masculine that usual, then that was absolutely fine with Ignis. Again, as long as you were happy, Ignis was happy.


Cor: Let’s be honest here- Cor doesn’t care about how you dress. Cor admires your dedication to yourself and others and is also incredibly impressed with your intelligence. Your laid back approach towards every problem you face makes Cor envious of you- and a little part of him practically screams out at him, asking him why on Eos you chose to be with HIM of all people on the planet. He’s envious of the fact that you seem incredibly comfortably in your own skin, as demonstrated by the versatile manner in which you express yourself creatively with your fashion. Cor can only wish to be as comfortable in his own skin as you are in yours. You usually catch Cor smiling slightly when you answer the door wearing edgy male clothing. Cor smiles because he actually likes the fact that your dress sense can make his job as your boyfriend easier sometimes… Cor usually dreads heading out with you when you dress up for him in skirts, stockings and Mary Jane heels. He doesn’t like the fact that other men start to ogle you when you’re with him. Cor Leonis, surprisingly, gets bitten by the jealousy bug quite often. As such, Cor is usually very smug as he walks around down with his arm casually slung over yours, freely moving through crowds and not paying people much mind when they point and whisper at the two of you for being ‘improper’. Cor usually smirks and presses gently kisses against your cheeks, letting people think what they want to think about himself and your androgynous appearance. As long as other men weren’t ogling you, Cor was fine with anything else society threw both your ways. And similarly, you held the same belief. As long as you were with Cor- you were absolutely fine.

Issues- Part Seven

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  


Word count- 2,392

Please read previous parts-HERE

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Part Seven

So turns out I would of been better having anyone but Joey show me around. I couldn’t call him fat Joey. It just seemed fucking rude.

If he wasn’t shoving any kind of food he could get his hands on into his mouth he was pretty much falling asleep standing up. To be honest I was pretty shocked the Negan let him get away with it. He must trust him.

Pretty much everyone else worked their arses off. You’d be a fool not to see it.

I wish Negan would let me contribute.

Work here.

Do something useful.

The fact that he said he would think about it was something but I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would say yes. Lower those expectations.

Having enough of my time with Joey I suggested we should head back. Apparently this was ‘a great idea cause man I’m tired’…. Yeah.

A sound I had not heard for years caught me of guard. Heels?

Confused I looked up as a tall, skinny brunette in a tight black dress came around the corner. Woah.

Why would she be… and then it hit me she was one of Negans wives. Wasn’t she?

He made them dress up like that? Fucking hell.

The expression on her face was a mix of nervousness and basic bitch face.

You know like those girls in school that walk the halls thinking they are better than everyone else when in fact they’re just scared that one day they will fall to the bottom from this imaginary pedestal they had placed themselves on.

Totally not bitter that you were a bit of a loner in high school.

Well being a sheriffs daughter will do that to a reputation plus everything with Mum. No one wanted anything to do with me really then. Fuck.

Joey eyed me as we took the corner the brunette had come from. 

Why did he make them wear that? 

Is that what he was into?

I couldn’t wear that. Not now. I mean its the fucking apocalypse!

“What’s your deal anyway” Joeys voice made me jump a little bit as I had been in my own head a little too much thinking about him.

“Sorry?” I asked confused.

“With Negan” Where would I even start with that?

“What do you mean?”

“Its weird” he said as he pulled a mint from his shirt pocket, blew on it and popped it in his mouth. How long had that even been there? Gross

“Right cause your not one of them” he gestured to the girl who passed. So I was right then, she was one of his wives “and you get extra benefits, just like the boss himself which is not the norm around here, like ever” he awkwardly laughed.

“I don’t know how to answer that” I told him “Maybe you should ask Negan” I’d love to a fly on the wall for that conversation for sure.

He choked on his mint as he laughed “Fuck off I would rather keep my head intact” thank god he recovered because the thought of having to perform cpr was not something I wanted to be doing.

“He treats you differently” He said once he finally recovered “did you know him before?”

“The zombies?”

“Yeah” he nodded his head.

“No I first met him like a week ago? Something like that” feels like months.

Wow

I couldn’t help but agree.

How had so much happened in only that amount of time? Its the apocalypse life changes in a split second.

We crossed the cafeteria in silence as people around us shouted and ate. Was this room always so loud?

I could feel everyones eyes on me again but it didn’t feel as bad as yesterday. 

Maybe I was getting used to it? 

Did I want too? 

Not really, I’d rather they just stopped. That would be nice.

“They talk about you” he finally spoke as the door flung shut behind us, shutting out the sounds of the cafeteria.

“The wives?”

“Yeah”

“Oh” Why?

“Since you got here, actually maybe a few days before that he hasn’t seen them, thats pretty unusual” he was looking out of the corner of his eyes at me as I processed the information “Normally a couple of times a day. At least” god.

“So they hate me?” I felt a little panicked. Should I be worried they were going to come after me because he wasn’t paying them the attention like he apparently normally did?

“Fuck no, I mean maybe one who’s a bit of a nutcase when it comes to Negan, Like one time she actually had a meltdown cause she didn’t think he thought she was as sexy as the others, but the others have been relieved I think”

Why would they be relieved? So they didn’t want to be his wives? I don’t understand.

“I’ve never known him spend all night with them, I mean I guess it might of happened but I normally stay outside of his room all night, until recently”

“And now your watching my door?” I guess now I get why he’s so tired. Poor guy. Now I felt kind of bad for thinking he was lazy when in reality he has been up all night. Damn.

“Yep” he bit down on the mint. God he is going to break his teeth. And now I sound like a Mum. Fuck. I wonder if Negan had a dentist here? He had enough people the chances were high I guess.

“Does he come in my room every night?” I knew he did but it would be nice if someone confirmed it without me having to ask him.

“Yep, normally for like an hour or so, apart from last night” he gave me a knowing look. He probably thought you’d had sex with him. I mean if we hadn’t been interrupted it probably, defiantly, would of happened. God I wish it had.

“I’m not going to be one of them” I told him. Because I wasn’t, right? Right.

Truth be told the entire time we have been walking around the compound that man, with his sexy fucking lop-sided smile has been playing on a loop in my head.

Joey opened a door that lead us back outside. The only thing out here was five motorbikes parked to the side. 

The air smelt like the dead. Likely from the live security wall or whatever it was called.

“Oh damn it” Joey muttered and bent down to tie his loose shoe lace that had come untied when a commotion at a door over the court yard took me by surprise.

Daryl?

Oh my god.

What is he doing?

Y/n” he said looking at me shocked. What is he doing? Oh my god has he escaped? Fuck Negan is going to kill him

“What the fuck Daryl?” I stepped backward “What are you doing here?”

“Errrrrrrr” Joey slowly stoop up looking between the two of us. What was he going to do?

Before anyone could say another word Daryl stormed over and with a metal pipe, I hadn’t even realised he had been holding.Raising his fist he went to smack Joey on the head.

“No!” I jumped in front of him, almost a second too late. The bar smashed the side of my face as Daryl tried to stop his arm moving once he realised I was now in the firing line of it.

My face instantly began to throb. Fuck me.

“Oh fuck Daryl!” That was going to leave one hell of a bruise!

“Im sorry, I’m sorry” he tried to touch me but I backed away from him.

“What are you doing? You need to back to your room before Negan knows you’re out” I touched my face and saw blood on my hand. Oh fucking hell.

“What?” He looked at me confused “Didn’t you put this under my door?” He gave me a piece of paper and a key.

“No, I’ve been with him all morning” I pointed at Joey who was just starring wide eyed. Who had given him that?

Daryl you need to get back to…”

“What happened to you y/n?” Jesus’s voice made me jump. Fucking hell.

“What are you doing here?”  Had he let Daryl out? How would he of gotten the key?

Holy shit.

Daryl looked at me with that same shocked expression.

“Come on” he tried to grab my hand “We gotta be quick”

“No, I can’t” I shook my head. He had saved my life before but this time I had chosen to be here. The only thing I could do was cover for him. Can you? Fuck!  “You have to go Daryl”

“Y/n” he begged. His voice almost made me cave and go but how could I leave here. How could I leave Negan?

“Daryl please let me be” I shook his hand off my arm.

“Why are you even here y/n?” He asked with a small amount of anger.

Daryl” Jesus spoke obviously wanting to get out of here as soon as he could “We have to go”

“Y/n”

“Just go back to your room Daryl” Please.

What do I do? 

I didn’t want someone to think I had let him out. I am pretty sure that was a mighty big no no in Negans rules. 

“We can go home” But this is my home now?

“Go back to your room Daryl, don’t make me say it again, please

“I’d listen to my girl, she’s real fucking smart”

At that all of us turned around to see Negan standing with Lucille over his shoulder. I stopped breathing.

Men began pouring out from the door behind him.

Well this isn’t going to be good. Is it?

“Your girl?” Jesus bravely repeated. Fuck.

I couldn’t look at either of them.

The piece of paper and key Daryl gave me I quickly shoved into my jeans. 

Hoping that Negan hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. Who had given that too him?

“Joey, take y/n to her room” his eyes were on Daryl, like a laser. Not moving. He looked so angry and it scared me.

“Negan..” I needed him to be calmer.

“Don’t make me say it again y/n” he faced me, finally seeing what had happened to my face.

“Did you do that?” He looked at Daryl who suddenly went silent and looked like he was shaking “Damn baby

I noticed that his men had cornered Jesus and Daryl into the court yard now. There was no way of them escaping.

“Neg..”

“Joey take her to see Doctor Carson”

Joey pulled me back wards by my shirt as Negan stepped towards my friends, ex-friends. God I don’t even know anymore. I guess now I’m technically the enemy.

Please Negan” he turned to look at me again. Anger was pouring off him and in a wrong, wrong way it was kind of turning me on. Now is not the time for that y/n.

“Go baby, you need to get that looked at you” he came close to me again, running his ungloved finger down my jaw “You might need stitches” and then he bent his head and knew what he was going to do the moment before he did it. He pressed his lips against mine softly.

In front of his men. 

In front of Daryl and Jesus. God what were they going to think of me now? 

“I’ll see you tonight y/n, go

I knew it was pointless saying anything else. 

Dropping my head I let Joey lead me over to the door Daryl had come through.

Negans voice was booming in pure anger. As the door slammed shut behind me I sagged to the floor as voices started shouting.

“Y/n” Joey said but I wasn’t moving.

I heard it.

That sound was unmistakable.

He just hit someone with his bat.

Someone just died.

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That night when he came to my room I pretended to be asleep.

“Y/n I know you’re awake” My face was throbbing but I tried not to move. 

Negan was right I ended up having to have three stitches in my face and good god was it fucking hurting right now.

Maybe If I just stay silent he will go away and leave me alone.

“Y/n” his hand nudged my shoulder.

“Go away” I mumbled covering my head with the bed sheet.

“Ex-fucking-cuse you” he sounded offended.

“I’m not talking to you right now” I sounded like a grumpy teenager again.

Him laughing at what I had said made me angry.

Suddenly sitting up I bit out “And whats so fucking funny Negan?”

“Watch how you speak to me” he said with authority.

Staying silent I just stared at him in the dark.

“And why exactly are you not talking to me

I was silent for a minute “You killed him”

Daryl?”

Crossing my arms over my chest I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes. You will not cry. Not in front of him. Please don’t cry.

“He’s not dead” he said taking off his black leather jacket “Your precious friend Daryl”

He’s alive? My heart began to race.

“Don’t lie to me”

“I swear on my fucking life doll”

“But I heard….” Oh god was it Jesus?

“You heard what?”

“The bat hit….”

“A walker came in following that Jesus guy who broke in, idiot left a hole in the fence and they just walked on in like they owned the fucking place” He did what?

“What did you do to them then?” God I hope Daryl is ok.

“I’m not going to lie to yah sweetheart I roughed him up a bit, my men roughed him up a bit but he will live” oh thank god. I swallowed and shut my eyes.

“And Jesus?”

“Is on his way back to the hilltop” He let him go?

“You just let him go?”

“No”

“So he got roughed up too?”

“Can I stay?” He asked ignoring my question. I’ll take that as a yes.

Nodding my head I moved the blankets over for him to join me.

This time he removed his boots along with his jeans before getting into bed.

Wrapping his arm around me he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.

“I didn’t kill him for you”

And just like that my heart fluttered.

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Sorry this wasn’t out sooner but it took me longer to get it perfect and I dint want to post something that wasn’t right. Let me know what you think <3 xxxxx

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Short Story: Poker at Sundown


“Gonna join us tonight, Mags?”

“Not today, John,” Magnolia purred, sweeping her coat around her shoulders. Her heels clacked against the tiled floor of the Third Rail as she headed for the stairs. “It’s been a long day, and this songbird needs her rest. You boys and girls have have fun tonight.”

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Hancock grinned. “I hear Hotel Rexford’s got a real bad infestation.” 

“As if Claire would ever mistreat me.” The singer blew a kiss at the ghoul before ascending the steps and clacking away into the night.

“She mistreats everybody!” Hancock called after her, then shook his head and returned his attention to the table. “Charlie. Deal?”

“Everyone settled?” Whitechapel Charlie shuffled the cards in his claws, one dapper green visor balanced precariously on the top of his torso. 

Cait stopped mid-swig of her drink. “How drunk should I be before we start?” she asked, brow furrowed. 

“Way ahead of you,” MacCready said, and knocked back another shot. His current bottle - his first of the night - was already half-empty. 

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A Olicity Historical AU: Touch can be so much more than just, touch.

A/N: Hello my friends, I’ve really enjoyed the special connection and friendship that has grown between Oliver and Felicity in this universe.  We are sadly nearing the close of this particular journey with them as next week’s chapter will be the last.  Let’s hope Lord Archer will be able to make some life altering choices.  

Thank you to the wonderful @quiveringbunny for making this amazing cover art for my story.  It is so beautiful.  

You can read previous chapters HERE and AO3.

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Chapter 5

The untamable breeze that swept up the hill, carrying with it the taste of salt and dampness, stroked across Oliver’s body as he rested on a picnic blanket with Lady Felicity.   William was escorting Katherine and Oliver’s mother through the estate’s gardens after a breakfast that had been full of easy conversation and a surprising enjoyment of honey by all.  

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#198 - For vcentgogh & anonymous

Filling the prompts “Van is dating a bad girl. Not naught bad, but rebellious bad. Tattoos, smoking, etc. She’s tough and mean and he softens her.” and “the reader likes kpop but van does not know about it, and one day she’s watching a video or something and he sees and teases her about it?”


The blender smashed to pieces on the concrete sidewalk, but there was no time to mourn that lost. The security guard was only a couple of seconds behind you. You looked up at the person you’d collided with. He looked confused and his lips formed a lop-sided smile.

“Fuck, you’re a babe. Ah, I gotta go though. Tell him I went the other way, yeah?” you said to the guy, kissed his cheek, and ran to catch up with your friend, who was waiting on the corner yelling your name. When security didn’t round the corner after you, you knew the babe had done his job. Bless his pretty freckles and long eyelashes and bright blue eyes.

“Okay, so, we couldn’t steal a blender from a bar, but I mean, we definitely did our best,” you said to Ava, taking stock of the situation.

“Yeah. But it’s not good enough. How we gonna make our margaritas now?”

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Issues- Part Fourteen

ISSUES

Negan x you
When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning
Bad language.

Word count-3,002

Read Previous parts -HERE


Part Fourteen

This time Negan didn’t cover my eyes with his red scarf as we drove hime. 

I guess he trusted me now. 

Trusted that I wouldn’t leave. 

Trusted I wouldn’t lead them here.

Daryl could do that if he wanted to.

Daryl.

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anonymous asked:

Scenario? Being Ukai's fiancé and the team not knowing but he's late for volleyball practice and they see them all cuddled up and cute?

The small jingle could be heard above you as you pushed through the doors of the convenience store, behind the counter was your boyfriend, a look of boredom was the only expression he had on as he tapped his cell phone.

You stood across the counter and watched him, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. It only took you soft hum to catch his attention, your presence caught him off by surprise as he showed you a lop-sided smile and quickly put away his phone.

Ukai ran a hand through his golden locks, trying his best to look presentable even though you were right in front him. He cleared his through and walked out of a counter, towards you. “What are you doing here [Y/N]?” he asked, unsure.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Am I not allowed to visit my boyfriend at his workplace?” Ukai chuckled and closed in for a hug. There’s something about Keishin that always made you forget about everything else, and when he hugged you, you felt his firm arms wrapped around you and all your problems instantly vanishing. You let out a relaxed sigh, the both of you safe in each other’s embrace, oblivious to the fact you were in public.

Ukai led you back to where he was before, behind the counter. He sat on the chair that was clearly made for one and beckon you over to sit on his laps, which you happily complied to. You kicked off your shoes and curl into a ball, your whole body perfectly fitted against his large and bulky frame. You leaned your head on his shoulder that was positioned just right for you and he held you close, embracing the warmth you emitted.

It had slip Keishin’s mind that he, in fact, had to be in school to train Karauno’s promising volleyball team. He was so engulfed with everything that was unfolding before him, you wrapped up comfortably with him, the way your face looked when you were unaware of his stares, the fact that in was just you and him. The time that was spent together was rare, so it was easy for Ukai to forget about his training duties.

Back in Karasuno, the echoes of the ball hitting the ground boomed throughout. Daichi simply assumed that Ukai was simply late and he had errands to run, so being the responsible team captain that he is, he led the team to do some simple drills.

“What do you think Coach is doing?” Hinata asked curiously. Kageyama shrugged as a response, unsure of an answer. “He’s probably just running late!” was what Nishinoya yelled across the court as he was practicing his rolling thunder.

No one really thought much about it during the first half of training. It only started to set it after a good 30 minutes, when the third years started thinking that it was strange at how late Ukai was. The first and second years was starting to become restless, with no directions for them, it was Tanaka who suggested that the team should check up on Ukai at his shop.

“Don’t you think we should check on him?” Tanaka brows furrowed and a sense of worry washed over him. Nishinoya nodded in agreement. And Hinata following suit, “He might be injured!” the redhead exclaimed.

Tsukishima snicked, “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?” Wich led Yamaguchi to chuckle. Daichi was listening to the conversation too, heavily considering Tanaka’s suggestion, it was Sugawara that made Daichi come to an agreement, “Maybe we should check on him.”

The third years decided to leave for Ukai’s convenience store, leaving Kiyoko to watch over the younger team members. The store wasn’t very far from the school, a good 10-minute walk is all it takes to reach there.

Daichi, Sugawara, and Asahi all peered into the glass of the shop, they saw no signs of life but the electricity was left on. “Should we go in?” Daichi asked and walked towards the door.

“No, wait!” Sugawara whispered urgently, “Look over there.” he pointed to the far corner of the shop. Daichi and Asahi both peered in. There, they saw you and Ukai both cuddled up cozily against each other, eyes closed. It was obvious that the both of you were in a deep trance.

Daichi chuckled and Sugawara smirked, “Let’s leave them alone,” he said and walked off, the two following in suit. “What are we gonna tell the rest, though?” Asahi asked. Sugawara shrugged, a smile planted on his face, “We’ll come out with an excuse.”

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Notes: When you click the link, skip forward to 2:36 and let it play for 15-20 seconds for the full experience. You’d think a musician would know how to describe a musical interlude, but… 


When you’d caught your boyfriend with the chief engineer, greased up, squealing like a pig and having his ass lashed with a riding crop, you realized your relationship was over. What you hadn’t realized was exactly how difficult it was going to be facing the rest of the crew on a daily basis. It wasn’t so much that anyone was kink-shaming him, and it wasn’t exactly that they were pitying you for the spectacular way that your relationship had exploded. It was more that there were knowing smirks and speculation about what exciting and curious pastimes you might also have. Which led to unsolicited inquiries of a needs-based-sexual nature. And you just wanted a fresh start.

It was highly unusual to request a transfer at the midpoint of a two-year-mission, but after three weeks of questioning glances in the commissary, lewd commentary in the locker room, and unbridled speculation during social time, you were done. You spoke to your captain, and she agreed to support your request for transfer. She must have said something powerful. Your request was not only granted within days, but you were being sent to the Enterprise, and receiving what basically equated to a promotion, from lab flunky to lab supervisor. 

There was no fanfare as you left the USS Deliverance, just a quiet walk to the transporter bay, and a nod to the transporter control that you and your single duffel bag were ready. And then the familiar bands of golden light surrounded you and you found yourself on the Enterprise. 

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