my love for this team can't be put into words or anything

anonymous asked:

Hey! First off your writing is absolutely amazing, it's like honey to my twisted langst-loving soul. Second, how about some langst where a spell (because always blame magic to make Lance suffer) hits the team and they can't tell lies anymore, OR they have to say out loud anything they're thinking?


Also thank you!!!!!

Everything was quiet, like the type of quiet before a huge storm. Lance sat up from where he laid on the ground and slowly turned his head, taking in the room that he and his fellow team mates were in. 

“What the hell just happened?” Lance urged his legs into a standing position and managed to support his tired body on his jello legs. Where did the witch go? She was right here, but then the lights and damn that hurt. Lance made his way over to the green paladin, who was finally becoming aware of herself. 

“Pidge, how are you feeling?” Lance helped the smaller girl into a sitting position and heard the other paladins start to grumble, signaling that they were awake. 

“I feel like I was just hit my a fucking train.”Pidge’s eyes widened at what she said and she slapped her hand over her mouth. 

Yet Shiro had heard what she said as had already activated Space Dad™ mode. “Pidge, don’t swear, you’re too young for that.” 

Everyone gave Shiro a weird look and Shiro shock his head. “How hard did you hit you head?” Keith asked as he dragged himself up. 

Shiro never responded and focused on making sure his team was okay while Lance checked the perimeter. “Where did that hag go?” 

“Hopefully back to hell where she came from.” Shiro’s face became tomato red as he recovered from what he just said to his team. 

“Got it!” Pidge put down her helmet and started to talk to the princess while everyone else sat around her. After a few moments of conversation and Pidge saying quiznack more than she should she placed her helmet down. “Looks like the princess can’t reach us until morning, so we’re stuck here.” 

Lance groaned in annoyance and laid down on the ground. “This is stupid.” A few paladins nodded and agreement and soon they started to get ready for a long night in a creepy abandoned ship. 


It had been a few hours since a flash of purple consumed the room the paladins were currently staying in and Lance was finding it difficult to keep his mouth shut. He was saying everything that came to his mind and so were the other paladins. Nobody could keep their mouths shut and Lance started to panic as his mind wandering into secret territory. 

“I miss Earth.” Lance leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. His team nodded in response, Hunk placing a comforting hand on his leg. “I also miss my family and my mom’s hug and feeling important.” If no one was paying attention before they were sure paying attention now. 

“What do you mean Lance?” Hunk looked at his best friend with wide eyes and Lance couldn’t stop the words from flowing from his mouth. 

“You know, like I miss fulfilling my role. I don’t do a good job with Voltron, I’m just a leg after all. I’m not a leader like Shiro or an amazing fighter like Keith. I can’t hack things like Pidge and I’m no engineer like you Hunk. I can’t fly the castle like Coran or lead a group of kids like Allura. I have no valuable skills, I’m just the seventh wheel, and that my friends is a terrible wheel to be.” Lance stared at the ground and scolded himself internally. He just told his entire team his insecurities. Now they’re going to think less of me. 

Everyone was staring at Lance wide eyed, they knew that he was saying what was on his mind, they had all figured out that’s what the purple lights cause. Yet none of them knew what to say, how can you comfort somebody that doesn’t think that they are worth it? 

“Lance, you have skills. You’re an amazing pilot despite what we may say.” Pidge prayed her words reached Lance. 

“Plus, you can hold up quite a fight, you’ve beat me multiple times.” Keith gave him a small smile and fought the urge to hug the blue paladin. 

Shiro nodded at what Keith said and decided to contribute to the conversation. “You also are very good under pressure and can hold your own in diplomatic missions.” 

“You’re also my best friend and I think that you are amazing and worth it. You aren’t the 7th wheel because nobody is a wheel in this team. You are all of our friend and we love you just the way you are, you don’t need to feel less just because we all have our own skills.” Lance fought back tears as he looked at his best friend. 

They were all telling the truth, they had to be. “You guys really mean that?” Everyone nodded in response and Lance held his arms out bringing everyone into a giant group hug, “I love you guys so much!” He was worth it and nobody could tell him differently at the moment. 

I love this concept so much and I want to write more for it! 

Sorry it took so long!!!!

I hope you like it!

Thank you <333

  • Jaune, walking around a Mistral market, examining fruit: Huh...not bad pri-
  • Jaune, cutting himself off with a dropped jaw, watching long red hair walk along the road behind the stall he's at: can't be...
  • Jaune, puts down the fruit and charges down the market line, keeping pace with the red headed woman, finally cutting over onto the road she was walking along, panting out of breath: Is it really you?
  • Red headed woman, who Jaune realizes is much older than who he hoped it was: Are you okay young man?
  • Jaune, standing up straight, his face saddened: S-sorry...I thought you were someone I know...
  • The older red headed woman's eyes light up, she grabs hold of Jaune's hand: You!! Oh she was certainly right, you're very noticeable! And handsome too, oh so handsome.
  • Jaune, awkwardly looks around: Ummm...who? Who was right?
  • Red headed woman, flustered and takes her hand back: Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I should have introduced myself before. I'm Pyrrha's mother. She told me so much about you in her letters. It was the closest thing to physically seeing her fall in love for the first time.
  • Jaune, frozen in his place, forcing himself to speak, trying not to give away any sense of pain or sadness: O-oh...I'm glad to hear it.
  • The older woman looks at his oddly, then looks around: But why are you here in Mistral? Shouldn't you be in Vale helping with reconstruction?
  • Jaune, at a loss of words: Well, see.
  • Red headed woman, with a smile: Ah, regardless, where's my daughter? Her letters have stopped recently, but now I know it's because she was on the road with you! I haven't seen her in so long, I'll cook you both something wonderful!
  • Jaune, unable to hold back anything, tears now streaming down his face, collapsing to the ground: Oh....oh no...
Criminal Minds Headcanons/Character Descriptions
  • Emily Prentiss: not-so-secretly a spy, pretends to be past her emo phase- is actually still really emo, speaks 458379803854 languages, lowkey ninja, super chill, the older sister, drives with the windows down, straight up eats ice cubes for no reason, listens to emo music in her room, quiet in a loud sort of way, her laugh is actual magic, wears too much black to be considered healthy, always just a little bit angry, really bad at being the designated driver (always ends up being the most drunk), always up for a good party, cats are her spirit animal, deepest desire is to be a crazy cat lady, knows how to hold her licquor freakishly well, turns 21 every year, cooler than everybody else
  • JJ: eats cheetos like oxygen, little sister/middle child, hair is always perfect, can eat all the junk food she wants without gaining any weight, can kill you with his ninja hands, smells really nice, somehow knows everybody's secrets, good listener, smiles a lot, just really wants to fall in love one day, the popular cheerleader that everybody actually likes, listens to indie music, never not fabulous, wants to have a ton of kids, brings home strays without telling anyone, always the first to volunteer to take care of the class pet
  • Penelope Garcia: that weird neighbor kid that's just always around, nicknamed "the baking grandma" because of the inexplicable way she has of always having baked goods on hand, "Garcia's the name, and witty comebacks are my game", perfect ray of sunshine, an actual human rainbow, everybody has to have at least one pefectly peculiar nickname, will kill you with her ninja-hugs, has a gigantically beautiful sparkling smile, bright pink lipstick, wears too many colors at once, really good at helping you through a breakup, butterscotches in her purse, might be a grandma, computer nerd, can beat anybody at video games, afraid of guns, tries to be tough but doesn't know how, would wear pure glitter if she could, doesn't have a favorite color because if she chose then she would feel bad for all the other colors (it's actually pink)
  • Hotch: the undeniable dad, loves everybody equally, shows people love without words, you know you're in trouble when he gives you one of his famous "hotch glares", only really laughs when he's with the people he loves, his smile will make your knees weak, likes to spoon, strong and silent type, always wears suits for no reason, works too much, secretly a sinnamon bun, will kill you if you mess with the people he loves, cares too much, the proud dad, shows up to ALL recitals and shows, equally passionate and compassionate, crazy good at his job, nobody knows his secrets, secretly amazing at throwing surprise parties, can not bake to save his life, his smile is like the moon and the stars combined, tries to make dad jokes and fails
  • Spencer Reid: king of the dorks, the precious little brother, must be protected at all costs, obsessed with Halloween, plans Halloween an actual year ahead of time, drinks coffee through an IV, book worm, facts, books make him feel safe, refuses to play video games, thinks he's tough but is actually a precious cinnamon bun, owns too many sweaters, purple is definitely his favorite color, apologizes too much, drinks a lot of water, lost count of the number of PhDs he has a long time ago, awkward, never knows what to say, bad social skills, social anxiety, chess tournaments make him happy, eats a lot of cake, owns a scooter
  • Derek Morgan: the amazing big brother, looks out for everyone else before himself, kicks the bullies in the nuts, burgers and fries all the time, captain of the football team but also organizes fundraisers for the needy, likes working out, shovels neighbors' sidewalks/ mows neighbors' lawns without asking, loves and appreciates dogs, lowkey believes that cats are the anti-christ, helps old people cross the street, grocery store runs are always his job, goes on long bike rides just to think
  • David Rossi: aka Captain Sass, the weird uncle, nosy but he's rich so it's okay, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY IN HIS LANE, always offers to babysit but he has no idea how children work, has so many stories that just can't be true but actually are, thinks he's cool and hip- might actually be but tbd still, somehow knows all, shows up at random times, can cook REALLY REALLY WELL, super Italian, thrives on pasta
  • Jason Gideon: crazy bird guy that lives across the street, makes pecan squares that he thinks are amazing but actually aren't, secretly paints in his basement (like Bob Ross-level paintings), people watches from his front window, awkward pats on the back, doesn't always understand social cues, throws A+ garage sales, yells at other people for not raking the leaves off their lawn in the fall, raises chickens without telling anyone
  • Elle Greenaway: can stab you with a knife, a gun, a chainsaw, and a machete all at the same time, mean older sister, WILL call you on your shit, thinks about death too much, everybody is afraid of her, skipped the emo phase, somehow came out of the womb a traumatized adult, 100% feminist, steals your food when you're not looking, doesn't like hugs, says it like it is, wears a lot of necklaces, confusing, has a thing for a guy in a uniform
  • Kate Callahan: has a lot of friends, seems really badass until she starts gushing about baby animals, volunteers at animal shelters, sorority sister, infinitely loyal, loves everybody until she hates them, knows how to appreciate the simple things, 5'2" of rage and fury and love, pure emotion, loves to cuddle, sometimes people confuse her, just wants to make the world a better place, hates vegetables but eats them anyway, drinks a lot of chocolate milk
  • Alex Blake: reads a lot, blue is her favorite color, went to college earlier than normal, a beautiful nerd, a rare species, deserves the world but gets a cup of coffee instead, underestimated, knows how and when to pull out the sass, ends up being the babysitter on all occasions, more mature than she should be, extremely level-headed, knows how to read between the lines really well, accepts everything thrown her way, underappreciated, needs to be told she's loved more often, breakfast is her favorite meal of the day, makes a lot of sandwiches for no reason at all
  • Tara Lewis: the cousin that everybody always forgets about, gets left behind on family outings and everybody has to go back to get her- she's strangely okay with it, just wants some kettle corn or cotton candy, puts ketchup on everything, shows up at colleges she's never been to just to party, okay with anything as long as she has a say, will talk to anybody, likes getting to know people, would totally speed-date, likes to watch old stand-up comedy and slam poetry videos on YouTube
  • Erin Strauss: won't admit that she's the mom, proud of all her children, owns 8 million sweatshirts from her alma mater that she constantly wears, kinda lonely but will never admit it, hates cooking with a passion, loves wine a little too much, seriously appreciates a good towel, would sell her soul for a massage
The Fateful Double Lines (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I have an imagine idea that I want to write and a series I want to start so as of right now my requests are closed ☹️ but if you have ideas keep them in the notes and I will write them soon!
Warnings: none?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: having problems conceiving until they make it and found out about it unexpectedly
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader is apart of the BAU Team and her and Hotch goes in to a jail to talk to…
You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands, waiting for the two little lines to pop up.
You waited and waited, throwing it away as it only presented the one.
You felt a lump in your throat, ready to give up.
You and Spencer have been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon night, which was almost a year now and nothing has happened.
And you two get it on fairly often, but this time, you were almost positive the second line would show up but just like the countless other times it had remained negative.
You wiped the tears from your cheeks and exited the bathroom to join your husband on the couch to resume movie night.
You sat down and he put his arm around you.
“Alright I’m trying to decide from… are you okay darling?” He asked facing his whole body towards you.
“How long… has it been since our honeymoon?” You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.
“10 months and 13 days why?” He asked sitting criss cross in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“That’s how long we have been trying. Spencer… why can’t I give you the most important thing a woman can do for a man? Why can’t I give you a child? Is there something wrong with me?” You asked, sobs escaping your mouth after the ramble.
“No no Y/N darling there isn’t anything wrong with you.” He said lost of words.
“Then why? I know how much you want a child Spencer. I-I can't… I can only give you so much happiness…”
“Stop right there. Are you really upset because you think you don’t make me happy?” He asked looking into your eyes.
You broke down and he hugged you in his arms.
“Y/N young couples take a little while to get pregnant okay? That’s statistics okay? There isn’t anything wrong with you and every living second I’m with you makes me so happy so don’t think that you don’t make me happy. You make me the happiest man alive when I wake up to see your beautiful face and hear your precious laugh.” He said cuddling you and stroking your hair.
His words made you feel a lot better, but you still don’t understand.
You know lots of friends who got pregnant at a young age and it only took two times.
You decided to try to let it go and enjoy the time with your beloved husband.
A lot later that night, you woke up with a major snack craving, which is normal for you.
You tiptoed into the kitchen and ate a few crackers before you suddenly felt nauseous.
You ran to the bathroom and unexpectedly threw up into the toilet.
You heard rushed footsteps run down the hall and then Spencer rush through the door.
He carefully held your hair back as you threw up once more, leaving the gross acidic taste in your mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked rubbing your back.
You nodded tiredly and flushed the toilet.
“I’m going to make you some ginger tea to ease your nausea. Did you eat anything odd earlier?” He asked helping you stand up.
“No I don’t think so.” You replied, thinking of the probabilities of getting the flu.
It is fall after all.
You followed Spencer out of the bathroom but stopped when an idea popped into your head.
You went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
You grabbed another pregnancy test from under the sink and held it in your hand.
“Please. I just want a child. A healthy child that I can see grow and love and cherish.” You whispered as you conducted the test.
Once you were done with your business, you waited for the test to most likely turn negative.
But as you glanced over at it, you saw a faint second line start to appear.
You held it in your hand as your heart stopped in its tracks.
You didn’t think you could pee anymore but sure enough there was more in you to double check.
Sure enough the second one was positive as well.
You jumped up and down in excitement as you rushed out of the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.
“Spencer!” You said standing with the test in your hand.
He looked down and you saw a sparkle of hope gleam in his tired eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” You said as he ran to you and picked you up and spun you around.
“I’m so glad! Not only for the child but I hate seeing you worry like how you were earlier.” He said stroking your hair.
“I love you so much and… I still can’t believe we are going to be having a child.” You said hugging him again after kissing him on the lips.
“Me neither.” He said hugging you tightly.

Hold On

Title: Hold On Part 1 

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, super sad and stressed Shawn and Aaliyah (yes that’s a warning), my horrible attempt at angst (but to be fair I kinda teared up when writing this but I would have full on cried if I was alone), tooth rotting fluff (i.e. my forte). I know a lot of Shawn stans don’t like Camila Cabello, so I’m considering it a warning cause she’s nice in the fic.

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

Word Count: 1.4 k 

A/N: So Shawn and Y/N aren’t a couple in the beginning, but they both want to be. And I bet you would never be able to guess what song gave me this idea (sarcasm). This is also kinda very teensy weensy bit based on the James Corden interview

I apologize in advance for the usage of google translate. 

Juro por Dios que te estrangularé = I swear to God I will strangle you

“There’s no way you haven’t made out, you totally have! I don’t believe you!” James said, his face turning red with the anticipation of a new story.

“Well, I don’t care.” Shawn replied, pissed off at the rumors that never left him be. The entire audience went crazy at his sass, and for good reason. 

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     So here we are~ Honestly I never expected to be here, I have been having the time of my life the past few months on this blog, and it’s been one of the most amazing RP experiences of my life! This has been one of the friendliest, most welcoming fandoms I’ve ever been in and I cherish every moment of my time here! I really can’t thank you all enough, I’ve loved sharing my Professor and all of my ideas with you guys and I’m so glad you all love what I have. You all have given me all the time I could possibly want to spend time with him. You all have even turned Squid-mun into somewhat of a character and I cannot express how much that touches my heart, so without further a-do let’s get to the thank you’s! 

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 27

Summary: Revenge is sweet.

Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.


“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche


You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.

You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.

“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.

Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.

Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.

You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.

Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”

“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.

He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”

He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”

You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.

“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.

Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”

“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.

Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.

You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.

“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.

You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.

He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.

You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”

He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.

He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.

“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.

But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.

You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.

He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.

“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.

Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”

You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.

“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.

You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”

He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”

You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”

Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.

“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.

He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.

“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.

“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.

You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.

“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.

You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”

You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.

The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.

“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.

Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”

“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.

His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.

Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”

Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”

Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.

“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.

Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.

You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”

You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”

You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.

Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.

“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.

“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.

You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.

You smiled at him.

“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.

“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.

You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”

You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.

“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.

You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.

“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.

“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”

He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.

You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.

He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.

You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.

After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.

Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.

He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.

You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.

“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.

“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.

He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.

“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.

“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.

Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”

The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.

“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.

He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.

“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.

“That’s my goddamn girl.” He growled back.



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mockingjays-daughter  asked:

Hey. First I love your writing. Second I have a prompt for you if u have the time. Idk if u prefer vague or not but the time team gets separated during a mission and it's in the middle of a battle(to be chosen by you) and Lucy ends up getting knocked out and when Wyatt finds her he panics thinking she's dead and starts crying and admits that he loves her and she can't leave him and she wakes up and they kiss once back at mason. This would be pre relationship/ start of relationship.

Anon said: Lucy get’s severly hurt in a mission and Wyatt blames himself and freaks out for it.

 Anon – this prompt came in soon thereafter yours did, and I figured they were so close that I could combine them. HOWEVER, as I was writing, I had a second idea, which was much more vague than this prompt called for, and so I think I’ll write another one for you that fits yours a bit more and this one much less. SO WATCH THIS SPACE.

mockingjays-daughter, you’re a legend and your praise gives me life and inspiration. and about the vague thing; i actually don’t really mind at all. the more specific you are the more likely i am to write something you had already pictured and want to see. if its vague i’ll just do what i want which might be very different to what you intended. so really its up to you! 

SO I feel like this point needs some explanation. I decided against a love confession in the battle, bc when I was writing it I was thinking that this would be set pretty soon after the season 1 finale, and in my personal opinion (that, while I understand others might not agree with, I unfortunately project into my writing), I just don’t think they’re in love yet. YET. I truly do think that’s where they’re heading, though, and I think Lucy is a little more in it than Wyatt.

I wrote the scene three or four times, and in the end I decided that a confession just didn’t fit in with the way I’d been writing them, my understanding of their feelings, and in the scene in general. I snuck it in a little bit at the end (which felt much more natural to me), so I hope that’s enough? I’m really sorry about it though, bc it was in the prompt and I probably should have just sucked it up and done it, but …

Also this is vaguely inspired by that snippet in the promo for the show. Enjoy!

high on the sunlit violence read on ao3! 

 Lucy keeps an eye on the clock the whole time they’re in the room. They’ve not been tied up, and the official word is that they’re not prisoners, but it sure feels like they are (and Wyatt says they won’t even know how fucked they truly are until its already too late).

They’d been found in the early hours of the morning, and put in the room they’re currently in at 4:37am. It’s now 6:52, and there’s less than an hour until the base is bombed.

Wyatt and Rufus know its today, but they don’t know that it will be so soon, and she can’t even warn them because there’s a mirror in this room and she’s seen enough T.V. to know she shouldn’t trust that no-ones listening. And maybe it’d save a lot of lives today, but the Allies can’t win the war without the U.S., so she’ll keep her mouth shut.

Her leg is bouncing and it simultaneously feels like time has slowed to passing like the syrup of honey, and like even with the Lifeboat she will never be able to stop time from getting to the point it will.

Rufus’s anxiety is feeding off of hers, until he seems almost more panicked than she does. Wyatt, somehow, is keeping calm, though that may be because he’s been in situations like this before (though never exactly like this before; Pearl Harbor becomes of the most famous surprise attacks in history, and with good reason).

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a-le-lone-wolf  asked:

hi there! i'm so sorry to bother you but i'm kind of going through an episode right now and i love your imagines so much that i thought you could help me out. i had an emotionally and mentally abusive ex and recently them and their friend contacted me and are harassing me but i blocked them but i still can't help but feel shit. i was wondering if you could write a prompto x reader imagine where his s/o is dealing with the same thing and he comforts her and leads to smut too? xo.

Heey A-le-lone-wolf! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And I’m so sorry you have to go through this. If you ever need an ear to listen to you can always shoot me a message. And I also hope that things will get better for you! And you’re not bothering me at all!!! :o
Last but not least, thank you for your kind words and for sending that request. 

It took quite long to finish because I didn’t want to make mistakes. The actual NSFW scene will be uploaded in a different post - but I promise you’ll get your smut! I’ll have to re-touch that part again but it should be up tomorrow. But I wanted you to know that I’m not ignoring your request and didn’t want to keep you waiting much longer! ^^

Anyway, I hope you like it <3

(P.S: I’m not ignoring any requests, I’m working on all of them).

Part: 1 out of 2

Words: 3000+

Genre: Eeeh, fluff but kind of angst too?

TW: Mentions & depictions of harassment, abuse, bullying and smut begins at the end - the actual scene is in a separate post.

They’re doing it again!” Prompto’s S/O shouted, messages of her abusive ex and the army of “friends” they had spamming the notifications on her phone. 

Over the past few days, they had been sending numerous messages over all kinds of social media harassing her, sending mean messages or even photos and video snippets. Prompto knew. He was there when it all began, when his S/O’s ex first tried to sneak his way back into her life. His first reaction was to take her phone - of course, after asking - and blocking them and deleting all messages for her. That didn’t stop them, though. Only hours later they created new accounts.
More hurtful words were sent. Unfortunately, Prompto wasn’t there to stop them. She read through all of the messages, tried to come up with smart remarks but simply couldn’t. 

Pick up the phone, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.
You dare to be with that stupid blonde guy again?!
Why waste your time. Just come back already.
No one will ever love you as much as I did.
We both know you need me. You’d be nothing without me. You should be grateful I’m willing to take you back after such a ridiculous attempt at breaking up.
I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. 
Okay you know what, fuck you and your sorry ass.
All my friends hate your worthless ass as well.
I’m sure your boy is cheating on you. Think I’ve seen him with some blonde, busty mechanic.
You should be thankful I’m trying to help you.
This is all your fault! 
Such an ugly mess, probably crying like a baby. Get yourself together.

Those were just some of the texts she received. With each message, she heard their ex’ voice, saw their face scrunching up before they yelled at her. She could practically hear their voice in her head, haunting her all over again.
They broke up over a year ago, yet they still tried to get her back. Before their final break up, she came back - multiple times. They always managed to guilt trip and manipulate her into believing she had to go back. Right after they put her down, slowly tore her self-esteem off, they comforted her, whispered sweet nothings into her ear. 

It was a never-ending cycle of abuse. But eventually, she found the strength within herself to break it off. For good. Back then, they harassed her for a few months, made sure she knew about all their new relationships and how much better they were. They were obsessed with her, still trying to control her even from afar. She moved, bought a new phone and deleted all memories associated with them - including her old social media accounts. 

And it helped. For some time at least.

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GCPE: The Fic Ch.3

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this chapter.. isn’t the best in my opinion but it is a chapter! There’s a lot of talk about Andrew’s meds and what they are to him, so if you’re uncomfortable with reading that sort of content then i wouldn’t read this chapter.

Neil, in a shocking display of cognitive function, turned his head and spoke. “I’ve been here.”

“So you do speak.” Andrew grinned. “Color me surprised.”

“I can speak better than most people,” Neil said in German, scowling at the blonde. “Stop threatening my team.”

Andrew’s grin grew wider at that. “Oh, Neil. So full of surprises, you are.”

He supposed he had threatened them, hadn’t he? Making cruel comments in both English and German during every practice. Any passing thought he had flew out of his mouth due to the meds, but Andrew couldn’t say he regretted it.

“You need to stop,” Neil said again.

Andrew pretended to consider it. He put his chin in his hand in thought. “No.”

Neil looked furious, an emotion he’d never seen on the shadow before. Any expression from him was new, really. It was incredibly addicting, making his face contort in rage. Andrew wondered how many expressions he could coax out of the other boy, studying Neil’s face as the other boy tried to compose himself well enough to speak.

“If you don’t try to get along with them, we won’t win!” Neil exclaimed. “We need to win.”

“Win?” Andrew scoffed. “The foxes have been around for three years and they’ve won maybe six games as a whole.”

“What?” Neil furrowed his brows in confusion.

“You’re the assistant coach.” Andrew pointed out. “You should know this.”

“I-” Neil tried to say something, but cut himself off, muttering under his breath.

“Hey!” Andrew snapped his fingers. “Hey, rabbit!”

It was no use, Neil was back to his usual state of “not quite there”. Andrew cursed. He’d have to get to the interrogation faster next time. At least now he knew where Neil perched.

He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke out into the air while watching the shadow. He really hoped Neil turned out to be a threat, just as an excuse for Andrew to get rid of him.

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greatswordguardian  asked:

“Can I touch you?” Velvet, Fox

The building collapsing caused an explosion - one so loud that Velvet cringed and covered her ears, even though she was some distance away.

“Coco…” Velvet breathed, eyes going wide with horror: Fox had been in that building.

Their scrolls buzzed - an ominous sound alerting them that one of their teammates’ auras had dropped to zero.

Go!” Coco snapped, fear for her partner’s life creeping into her voice. “I’ve got your six.”

Velvet was faster on her feet - and had just as much to lose - and so it made sense for her to go looking.

It didn’t take long to find him - he had made it out of the building in time, but he was pressed against a wall, breathing hard.

“Fox!” Velvet called as soon as she saw him, trying to close the distance between them as quickly as possible.

He didn’t turn her way though, just stood there, periodically shaking his head.

“Fox?” she tried again as she got closer, but still no reaction from him. “Fox, sweetheart, can you hear me?” she asked.

He shook his head again as if trying to clear his ears, and then took a deep, shuddering breath that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to hold back a sob.

The explosion had hurt her ears and she’d been so much further away - he’d likely been deafened by it.

Aura drained, hearing shot and blind - given time he would have been able to figure out a way back to them, learn to navigate the world, but he couldn’t right now in the heat of battle.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered, closing the distance between them. She always asked, and she couldn’t help herself now even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

She carefully reached out to put her hand on his shoulder - wary of his weapons and the fact he’d be jumpy.

Fox jerked at the touch, but didn’t pull away. “Hello? I’m sorry - I can't… I don’t know who’s there.” His voice was too loud, cracking at the end.

She slowly moved her hand down to his, never losing contact with him, and then raised it up so he could feel her rabbit ears. It seemed like the fastest way to tell him who she was.

Velvet,” he sobbed when he realized what she was doing - who she was. His hands reached out clumsily to hold her, wrap around her waist. “I can’t hear anything, my aura’s shot…” He pressed his face against her neck, tears starting to well up.

She nodded, head against his shoulder, hoping he would understand. “I know, it’s okay,” she said. “I’m going to take you back to the others now. It’ll be okay, we’re here.” She hoped that even though he couldn’t hear her he could take comfort in the vibrations he could no doubt feel.

“Coco and Yatsu?” he asked.

“They’re fine,” she said, and then kissed his cheek. Gentle reassurances were all she could offer right now - he was calming down now that he had her in his arms and she wasn’t frantic.

“I hope that’s a good thing…” He loosened his grip. “Take me to them? I don’t want to be alone.”

She carefully took his arm - a gesture complicated by the fact he was still wearing his weapons - and started walking back towards their teammates.

They had followed her, ensuring that they were safe from any more collapsing buildings or rubble. There was no danger of grimm at the moment - they’d come to investigate a sabotage.

Coco spotted them first - “Fox!” she shouted, her and Yatsuhashi rushing over to close the distance.

Velvet held up her hand and they skidded to a stop just out of reach. “He can’t hear you, and his aura’s shot. He’s got no idea that you’re there.”

“Velvet?” he asked, voice still just a touch too loud,  his body going tense again when she stopped. “Is everything okay?”

She squeezed his arm and he relaxed a touch. “Coco?” she prompted, trying not to overwhelm her boyfriend.

“Hey Fox,” she said, reaching out in much the same way Velvet had. “It’s okay, we’re here.”

He didn’t jump as badly this time, smiling when he felt the all-too-familiar leather glove on his skin. “Coco.”

“The explosion?” Coco asked, looking at Velvet.

“I think so, he was right next to the collapsed building.” It was a safe assumption, and hopefully when they got back to the inn they’d be able to talk with him about what happened.

Yatsuhashi gripped Fox’s hand, causing him to smile even wider. There was something comforting about having all three of his teammates there, touching him. He knew that they wouldn’t risk themselves or him if there was danger.

“Let’s go back to the inn - there’s nothing more we can do here. We saved as many as we could and if there are grimm, we aren’t in any condition to fight them,” Coco said, giving Fox’s arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. She knew Velvet would want to be the one to lead him.

Velvet took her time, navigating around obstacles for both of them with more care than she usually did, unable to warn Fox about rough terrain - or, once they were back safely, the stairs that lead up to their room.

They managed though - Fox was clever and this wasn’t the first time Velvet had lead him with a drained aura.

“I’m starting to feel some things,” he said when they made it into the room. “Flashes of aura, my semblance is coming back.”

There was no mention of his hearing - it didn’t matter to the three of them whether it was permanent or temporary. They would manage regardless.

Velvet pulled out the braille slate she kept in her gear and wrote him a quick message as he worked to take off his weapons.

She shoved the scrap of paper into his hands.

Reading it, his smile grew, lighting up the room. “I love you, too,” he replied, hands going to cup her face. “Thank you for finding me.”

Instead of responding, she wrapped her hands around his waist and went up on tiptoe to kiss him. “I always will, Fox.”

anonymous asked:

I'd like to request a scenario where Hanamiya's s/o wants to break up with him because they can't take the emotion abuse he gives them? A song inspiration could be superhero by Cher Lloyd.

the song is so happy sounding if you ignore the lyrics LOL I didn’t listen to the song entirely because it’s not something I usually enjoy listening to D; sorry anon ;;;

Hope this is enjoyable (??) for you. Kind of angsty ish????

PART 1 l PART 2  l PART 3

-Admin Nanacchi

From the moment you saw Hanamiya, you knew he wasn’t the typical bad boy. For one, he was smart-smarter than you expected to be truthfully honest. His quick thinking earned him high praises from many teachers when discussions were made; his skill in chemistry overshadowed yours when your class did labs; Hanamiya ruled in academics. Aside from the coursework, Hanamiya was also the captain and coach of the basketball team. This was something that was unheard of until he came in as a first year. His accomplishments hid his flaws; his need to break the self-esteem and beliefs of any hopeful person he came across with was hidden.

Whether you wanted to or not, you fell for him. You loved how he dominated in the school rankings; loved how he smirked, with eyes half lidded in anticipation to what was to come; loved him for being him. Many of your friends had given you looks of disgust when you told them you had a crush on him. Some of them had told you to give up on it; others tried to force you to look at other, nicer, more suitable guys. None of it worked because a few weeks later after you confessed to him after school, the two of you became an item.

At first you put up with his harsh teases. Let him talk to you as if you were an object, not a person. Let Hanamiya ridicule your outfits, meals, decisions, ideas-let him break your self-esteem piece by piece. You weren’t sure when the wall you put up to let the jabs hit broke, but when it did, you couldn’t hide the tears from forming in your eyes.

For a while you began to sit quietly in your room, hugging yourself tightly, trying to make yourself believe Hanamiya’s words weren’t intended to harm you, but to tease. Each and every time you did so, the lie became more evident and soon you realized that maybe he wasn’t joking.

“Not talking too much again ______?” Hanamiya smirked at you, pulling you to his side roughly as the two of you walked home. “What? Can’t say anything because you got a sixty-two on your chem test and I got a ninety-five? Pathetic.”

“Can you stop saying that Hanamiya.” You said quietly.

“Saying what? That you’re acting like a little cry baby over your mark?” Stopping in mid-stride, he looked down at you. “Not my fault someone was stupid.”

You clenched your hands. “I’m not stupid.”

“Oh really?” He roughly flicked your forehead, laughing slightly when he notice you flinch. “Baka, grow up.”

“You grow up!” You slapped his hand. Tears falling on your face. “I’m sick and tired of you saying these things about me.”

Hanamiya merely rolled his eyes. “You’re sick of it? I’m sick of dating someone so stupid that she can’t even think straight on such an easy test, let alone struggle to get good marks in school.”

“I-I’m glad you’re sick of me then. I’m glad you don’t want to date a girl like me because really who’d want to date an asshole like you?” You stared at him straight on, eyes blurred. “We’re done Hanamiya.”

A flash of surprised was seen on his face right as you said those words. Ripping your bag off his arm, you held it tightly before you started running back home, leaving your now ex-boyfriend in the street.

Reaching home, you fell to the ground, sobbing loudly.Your friends were right. Everyone was right. Hanamiya wasn’t the guy for you; he wasn’t the guy for anyone at all now that you thought about it. He was a guy who wanted to break his partner, not support.  

You thought that somewhere inside of him that maybe he wasn’t that cruel, that perhaps he was a nice guy that would take care of the person he was with as he grew to love them more and more each day. You thought wrong.

Cuddle Buddy

Summary: The boys pick a motel with a bad heating system, so you get in bed with Dean to warm up – not knowing that he’s got the hots for you. 
Word Count: 230
A/N: This is just a little something I needed to get out of my brain, and wanted to share with all you lovelies. 

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You shivered as you stood from the bed, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie down over your hands.

“Hope Sam is enjoying a nice warm bed with that bank teller,” you grumbled. In a couple of steps, you were next to Dean’s bed; he was sleeping peacefully, facing the door like the he always did. You quietly lifted up the covers, crawled underneath, then tucked them around you before tucking yourself around Dean.

“Y/N, what the hell,” Dean muttered, rolling over so that you could more comfortably cuddle against his side. He put an arm around your shoulders, and you cuddled against his broad chest. Much better.

You were already feeling sleepy again. “You dicks picked a hotel with a shitty heater. Congratulations, Winchester, you’re my personal heater for the night.”

Dean’s eyes shot open as your breathing evened out, and you drifted off to sleep. You two had a touchy-feely-without-being-gross relationship as it was, so he knew you wouldn’t think anything of him putting his arm around you, setting his chin on the top of your head, even kissing your hair – all things he had done in the last minute or so. He was not, however, so sure that the raging of his heart beneath his ribs wouldn’t wake you up and make you ask questions about his feelings for you – questions he wasn’t anywhere near prepared to answer.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request a fluffy scenario where Oikawa comforts his s/o because she's feeling really lousy about herself? I was just notified that I passed the audition for my school's dance team, but I won't be able to join because my old injury(I tore an ankle ligament) is acting up, and I can't help but feel very disappointed in myself right now :(

im sorry about that anon! But im sure things will work out in the end!!!

also Ive been super sick which is no excuse buttttttt heres another scenario i just hope it was fluffy enough u know it turned out kinda angsty oops


You heard a call from down the hall, a familiar cheer in the voice that carried over. Though, you weren’t sure that at this point you even wanted to respond.

“In here.” Well, you did invite him over. But that didn’t stop you from grabbing a stuffed seahorse, and clutching it tight to your chest as you turned away. Why did you always seem to get like this? So depressed and tired, it wasn’t like you. Or at least, it wasn’t like the you that you love, or that he loves.

Suddenly the realization of him seeing you in this state hit, and it was like a large dark cloud loomed over you. When he saw you like this, would he think differently of you? A drag, a bother, just a depressed girl… The thought had you in tears that you weren’t quite ready to wipe up.

“____?” Though even at the sound of his voice, and the open door, you couldn’t turn around. You didn’t want to turn around. “____! What’s wrong?”

Why did he care so much? Your face cracked, the small tears steadily becoming a silent stream down your cheeks. It took everything you had to not completely break down, and you were afraid an attempted answer could go haywire.

Though the large hand that was placed on your back, felt exceptionally comforting. You sat up a bit, turning just enough to meet his face. The way that his eyes widened at the sight of you, it made your heart sink. Were you truly that much of a disappointment?

His brows knotted together, and his grip around you became increasingly tighter. “What’s wrong, ____? Why won’t you answer me?” Running his hands along your arms he tried to inspect your body for any sign of physical injury, though he seemed to come up short.

“It’s…” would your excuse even be worth saying? “nothing really.” Honestly, you were probably whining over nothing, like you always did. It’s a wonder how he even stayed with you at all. The tears began to come back, rebelliously spilling out.

“Obviously, it’s something. You seem really upset.” The weight of his body shifting onto the bed reluctantly pulled you from your coddled position and closer to his lap, which really, when you looked at it, wasn’t all bad. You were pulled up, resting against his legs as his fingers ran through your hair, his calm face surprisingly soothing. “You know you can tell me, if you want.”

If I want. He gave you the option to stay quiet, even though you knew it killed him to see you sad. He was putting your comfort over his, and if anything, the thought just made you cry even harder. A small smile took over your face, despite the still steady flow of salty tears. Absentmindedly, you reached for his free hand, cherishing the fact that it was yours to grab. “Thank you.” You finally choked out, taking a deep but shaky breath. “Thank’s for being here for me, and listening, even when I don’t want to speak.”

Oikawa’s warm smile spread a familiar fuzzy feeling throughout your body, and the gentle squeeze of his hand was worth more than you could put into words right now. “Of course.” The motion his other hand was repeating as he rubbed your head ceased. “Do you want me to lay with you? We could watch your favorite show, maybe even eat ice cream together?” A small laugh escaped you and you held onto his arm tighter. Somehow, he knew that that was exactly what you wanted right now, and having him here made it all better. “Or if you wanted, we could take a soothing bath together.” The ghost of a smirk resided in not his face, but his eyes. How predictable. “Wouldn’t that be romantic, ____-chan?”

A slight roll of your eyes, and a light push had him cuddling up next to your figure on the bed. Your smile continued to stay put, and your face dried ever so slowly. “Maybe later, Tooru.” Setting the computer down, you turned back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “I have a feeling taking a bath with you right now wouldn’t be so soothing as it would be…physical.”

All the same, his arm took its familiar spot across your lower waist, and he cuddled up to you in effort to see the screen. “But would that be so terrible, ____?”

With him? Now that you think about it…

“Like I said, later.”

Two Prompt One-Shot #42

Friendly reminder that Two Prompt Tuesday has now been re-named Two Prompt One-Shot!

Prompt: Let me know when you’re able to emotionally process me calling you out on your bullshit. I’ll be here.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1115
Warnings: None, I think. Sorry not sorry for multiple gifs.

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theholyshepp  asked:

Volleyball AU in which Norway's a super concentrated and intelligent setter, and Denmark is a super powerful middle blocker from two different teams. And they both get frustrated because either Denmark blocks Norway's tosses or Norway somehow make it so that Denmark can't block a toss until they end up in the same team on a volleyball meeting on the beach-

YOU’VE UNLOCKED: APPLE’S POORLY HIDDEN LOVE OF HAIKYUU!! (aka Volleygays!!) SPECIAL ADDED BONUS: Apple’s lack of knowledge relating to anything sports… .

Also, heh, I should probably pick one set of names for Den and Nor and just stick to ‘em… I feel like I rotate names a lot. Whoops! Anyway. Here we goooo!

Magnus was always game to go out on a nice summer day with his friends – especially when it was to the beach. Double especially when one of the guys brought along a beach-ball and demanded a very serious game of volleyball over a ‘net’ that consisted of a piece of rope tied between two signs stuck deep in the sand: 'No Lifeguard on Duty!’ warned one, 'Park Hours: Dawn to Dusk’ said the other.

The first problem to arise in the would-be-perfect day was the fact that they had an uneven amount of players – and all of them wanted in on the match. The second problem, which only came after Tino cheerily announced he’d call some of his other friends to join in, was him.

Of course Tino, of anyone in the world, was friends with players from their most hated rival team, the Azure Raiders. The tall, dirty blonde Edward VonBock, right-wing spiker (who Tino was squealing at and approaching at a sprint, arms thrown wide in an incoming hug) lead the way followed by the short, willowy Toris Laurinaitis, Libero, who had a shy smile, bright eyes, and long chestnut hair pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of his head. Trailing after them was Sindre Hansen, their genius, ever-scowling, too-cool-to-smile, drop-dead-sexy setter. He strolled lazily over the sand, hands stuffed deep into a pair of navy board shorts and wearing a tight-fitting gray t-shirt with the word 'Juicy’ emblazoned across his chest in hot pink block lettering.

The moment he locked eyes with Magnus, of course, the summer temperature all but dropped to freezing.

Sindre protested quietly to Eduard, Magnus shouted at Tino.

“I’m not playing with him,” they both said, nearly in unison. Everyone else present only laughed. They drew straws for teams, because this was a very serious game of beach volleyball. Magnus threatened to go home and Sindre sighed heavily when they ended up on the same team.

“He is useless,” Sindre said.

“He cheats,” Magnus complained.

How?!” Asked everyone who heard him.

“He…!” Magnus stared at Sindre, who was watching him with a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised up, waiting for his reply. “He purposefully distracts you from the game!” Magnus floundered when asked to elaborate and Sindre smirked.

“It’s not my fault you have a blatant weakness that’s easy to exploit.” And then he did it: he fluttered his eyes and caught his pout between his teeth, dragging on his bottom lip until it looked quite swollen. Magnus stared, unable to look away, all thoughts in his brain turned to white noise and the blood in his veins thrummed. “I can’t play with an idiot that gets distracted so easily,” Sindre said, breaking the spell he created and tilting his head to regard his friends.

Of course, Sindre would never admit that he wanted to play just as badly as his friends. He also would never admit that he was thankful he discovered Magnus’ weakness so quickly. Otherwise, he’d be the one dazed on the court simply by watching the muscles in Magnus’ legs bunch and ripple as he leapt to block any attacks Sindre set up to sail over the net. He got this look of fierce determination on his face when he played, totally absorbed in the task at hand, and it was terribly off-putting. And by off-putting, of course, he meant unnerving because of the explosion of butterflies that erupted in his gut every time he saw it.

He also had abs for days hiding under his uniform that would sometimes flash into view as he jumped, arms stretched high over his head.

Sindre had, by accident, licked his lips at the very sight the first time he saw it happen. That’s how he discovered the flush that spread across Magnus’ face and the sudden loss of focus, startling blue eyes trained on his mouth, watching Sindre. Naturally, being a quick-thinker, he had taken the opportunity and the ball had gone over the net and smacked square into Magnus’ gaping face.  

The Azure Raiders had won the match against The Vikings and Magnus loudly declared, pointing an accusing finger at Sindre, they were ultimate rivals.

Neither were very pleased to discover how well they worked together on a team. All of their friends were not very pleased to discover their super serious (read: fun and relaxing) game of beach volleyball took a competitive turn. The pair of them were banished from the 'court’ and sent to 'walk it off and cool down’ because the rest of them stopped having fun the moment they started screaming in unison at their teammates for lack of determination or their opponents for breaking basic rules.

That’s when the unthinkable happened.

Their friends’ hoots and hollers became nothing but distant noise as they walked in silence, side-by-side, and the sun was starting to sink low on the horizon. They followed the natural curve if the shore, winding out of sight of their friends. The water lapped at their ankles, a breeze picked up. And then they were kissing.

Sindre had his arms wound tight around Magnus’ shoulders, his long fingers threading into Magnus unruly hair. Magnus’ hands were sliding down Sindre’s sides, grasping at his hips, wrapping tight around his waist and pulling him closer. Their lips parted, teeth nipped at tender bottom lips, and their tongues slid together. They kissed with enough force to bruise until both forgot to breathe and neither had enough breath left to remain standing. They fell together in a tangle of limbs, only parting to gasp in surprise and whisper 'are you okay?’ on a heavy exhale. They kissed again, not caring about the sand getting in to their clothes or the water rushing up to swallow their legs up to their knees as they lay on the ground.

They kissed until they both heard their names as shouts on the wind.

They sprang apart, breathing heavy, and scrambled to their feet. Magnus held out his hand to help Sindre, who declined with a scowl, but it was missed in the dark as the sun had set. The air had grown chilly.

“We gotta go!” Tino called, jogging down the beach. “They are closing the gates!” he waved his hand, car keys jingling.

Magnus watched with a little more longing than he’d intended as Sindre stalked off, rejoining Eduard and Toris further down the beach. Sindre forced his legs into a hasty retreat when the desire to stay wrapped up in Magnus’ arms bubbled up and threatened to take over.

yosanoaikiko  asked:

Help I need Kagehina fanfic, you know any good ones?

HNNNNNNG okay urm urm urm 

Literally anything by buu is worth reading because every single word is gold. Also crapso and calliopinaround both write amazing fics god bless, and @iwillstillopenthewindow is a kagehina goddess. As far as individual fics go, try: 

The Sum of it’s Parts - it’s ongoing and it’s absolutely heartbreaking but I am excited to see it to the end (SPOILER: also contains oikage so if you’re not into that it might be best to wait until the fic is complete before reading) 

Closer - this one is literally pure sin but it’s really good if you’re into that 

as we all fall down - did someone say hurt/comfort? This one’s for you. 

My Body’s Poison - WARNING: this is about major illness so it might hit a little too close to home for some, but it really is amazing (ongoing). 

A Split-Second of Violence - this one isn’t strictly kagehina; it’s more like the whole team coming together in the face of an accident and looking out for their own. The initial chapters are very hurt/comfort and it’s pretty kageyama-centric, deals with issues like major injury and PTSD and bullying and honestly it’s such a good read I love it. 

There are a whole TONNE more that I am definitely missing but I always forget to bookmark them, but I mean these should see you through for a little while and they’re all so good it hurts. 

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A Fresh Start

AN:  I had every intention of writing a part 4 smutty drabble for the We Can’t Keep Doing This series, but, this turned into a conclusion of the little Adrian Chase subplot and a sort of spec for an Olicity reunion.  Takes place after the events of my Arrow Spec Script 5x01-02.  (I may reformat this at some point into script form)

Felicity mentally catalogues all the work she has to do.  After being relieved of her CEO duties at Palmer Tech, she’d had precious little time to even process her new status as unemployed person because of the events Damien Darhk put into motion.

She needed something to do, not just for money, but for distraction.  Curtis had given her a gift, not just of mobility, but purpose, the dream of helping people, of changing people’s lives through innovation and invention.

And if she couldn’t make that vision a reality at Palmer Tech, then she’d just do it herself.  Convincing Curtis had been easy, but what hadn’t been so easy was trying to launch a new business.

They had spent weeks working on a business plan to help generate interest and Walter Steele had secured them a meeting with the Starling National Bank board. She only had a few more hours before she had to head downstairs to start her other job with the Green Arrow.

As she entered the makeshift offices of the nascent Smoak Industries, she stopped short.  Adrian sat quietly at the small conference table, staring off at nothing.

“Hey, I thought you were working late tonight?”  Felicity absentmindedly says, still thinking about her work.

Adrian eyes snap back into focus.  He didn’t know how long he had been waiting; he had been so lost in thought. Thinking back over every moment, he and Felicity had spent together.  Recalling each conversation, everything she had ever told him.  He felt numb.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”  His voice is low and serious.

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Daryl Dixon's First "I Can't Lose You Too" Moment

The Walking Dead throughout the seasons has created a precedence for metaphoric characterization, not-so-subtle foreshadowing, cinematic symbolism and continuous parallels.
Some of these “tools of the trade” work out beautifully when it comes to storytelling, adding a whole new dimension to the ongoing plot and if done “the right way” can even deepen the emotional ties between the “connected” characters without falling back on the relationship cliches we are used to seeing.

What that means is that by simply introducing a “commonality” that two individuals share, the story arc can tether them together in more ways than just having them share a scene together.

TWD writers employed so many of these “subtle echoes” in their portrayal of the deep bond shared between Carol and Daryl and essentially facilitated that approach to emphasize the “slow burn” development of their relationship but also to remind the audience of it even when they weren’t “together”.

CARYL and in turn Carol and Daryl as a pair will always be associated with Scars, Cherokee Roses, Pookie and Sophia (I am still holding out hope for that Jasper Stone too!)
On top of all that CARYL also has several parallel scenes that connect and relate Daryl and Carol together across episodes and even seasons.
The scenes sometimes simply echo an aspect of their relationship, a moment shared in the past or something that they have in common through experience.
It is yet another confirmation of the importance and the validity of the CARYL bond.

One of my favorite parallels between Carol and Daryl is the link between the Season 2 “I Can’t Lose You!” and the Season 3 “Stay Safe” scenes.

The two moments in question are both extremely emotionally loaded, both communicate the same type of sentiment and at the same time illustrate the kind of character growth both Daryl and Carol went through in between.

Season 2 - Episode 7 “Pretty Much Dead Already” - The Barn Scene

Daryl; “Yeah, I don’t care.”
Carol; “Well I do! Rick’s going out later to follow the trail.”
Daryl; “Yeah well, I ain’t gonna sit around and do nothing.”
Carol; “No, you’re gonna go out there and get yourself hurt even worse.
We don’t know if we’re gonna find her, Daryl…We don’t…I don’t.”
Daryl; “What?”
Carol; “I Can’t lose you too….(Daryl winces in pain)…Are you all right?”
Daryl; “Just leave me be….Stupid bitch”

When Carol approached Daryl in the barn she did so cautiously and even though she still wasn’t completely comfortable with his moods, she took a chance and tried to persuade him not to go in the woods that day by bringing up her concerns about his fresh injuries.
Carol wanted Daryl to rest and let the others pick up the slack in the search for Sophia, not because she thought he would be useless in his condition BUT because she genuinely cared about how he was.

Daryl didn’t react to her words until she finally and hesitantly admitted her doubt that Sophia would or could be found alive at this point - that despite his reassurances and his drive, the mission might not have a happy ending.

The emotion in her voice was dripping with uncertainty and I think at this point he suspected that she might have been keeping a brave face partially for his sake, that her faith in him too was starting to dwindle. 

The impact of her words and their meaning resembled emotional whiplash on Daryls face which combined with his inability to understand her motivation for “caring” resulted in what was probably a typical lash-out-angry-temper-tantrum for him.

As he turned to look at her, the world seemed completely silent, a heady tension (some would call it sexual tension) hung in the air, which only made her next proclamation louder and filled with more meaning;

“I Can’t Lose You Too!”

With that short statement Carol managed to press that last panic button in Daryl’s chest and he needed to get out of that barn as quickly as possible, away from her “care”, away from the realization that he was beginning “to give a damn”, away from the unacknowledged doubt that was creeping inside him too…but most of all he had to get away from HER!

Carol had sparked something in him, he was beginning to really “be” with the others, to “be” with HER and he had a purpose to “be” with them - if there was no hope for Sophia then he thought he would be useless and he knew that he was beginning to care about that.

It was all too much for a Dixon in that moment so he made his exit with an echo of the men he learned how to “not care” from.

If God made it so Carol had to lose Sophia, she knew that she didn’t want to lose anyone else she loved, and, whether he liked it or not, Daryl Dixon was right there at the heart of it all.

Season 3 - Episode 7 “When The Dead Come Knocking” - ‘Stay Safe’ Scene

Daryl; “Stay Safe”

Carol; “Nine Lives Remember”

My favorite interpretation of this scene comes from TALKING DEAD - 307 Bonus Segment

Yvette Nicole Brown;
“When Daryl said to Carol ‘Stay Safe’ and she said ‘Nine Lives’ that’s equivalent to ‘I Love You’ and nobody can tell me anything different! That is equivalent to ‘I Love You - You Stay Alive For Me’, that’s what that meant! YES! I love them together!”

For Me this was always Daryl Dixon’s “I Can’t Lose You Too!” Moment!
It represented a powerful nod to the CARYL connection and indicated that whatever the “it” was between Carol and Daryl, it was changing and growing and most importantly Daryl was starting to allow himself to feel and accept it’s significance;

This particular scene is set very shortly after Daryl broke down in the tombs as he struggled to accept that Carol really was lost to him forever, that he wasn’t there to save her like he did at the farm and that he might have to face up to the worst case scenario of having to put HIS CAROL down if in fact he found her as a walker.

Finding her dehydrated, weak but very much alive was one of Daryl’s most triumphant moments - this time he didn’t fail her, he found her, he brought her back home, he kept her alive and she was going to be ok.

The scene shows a much gentler version of Daryl, he is hesitant, gentle, almost shaky, mutely happy and even sports a tiny genuine smirk-like smile on his face as he steals little glances at her and Judith.

“Stay Safe” - I can’t lose you too, I can’t lose you again, I can’t look for you again…
“Stay Safe” - I can’t lose you too, I can’t think of you being gone again…
“Stay Safe” - I can’t lose you too, I can’t bury you again, I can’t think of you dead again…
“Stay Safe” - I can’t lose you too, I can’t look for Cherokee Roses anymore…

“Stay Safe, Carol, because I was an internalized mess the whole time you weren’t here…
“Stay Safe, Carol, because I won’t be here to keep you alive for a while, because I just found you again, because I can’t worry about losing you while I am gone, because something is different now that you are here…

Carol being the snappy firecracker like always responds with her own signature mix of heartfelt love and flirty sass “Nine Lives, Remember?”, topped off by a reassuring smile that spoke volumes of her love, her joy, her content, her happiness…

“Don’t worry Daryl I Am Ok Now - you found me and you always will!…”

The significance of this scene and something that really stood out to me is that if someone was to watch this scene independently, the exchange between Carol and Daryl and his concern, tone and choice of words makes it seems as if Carol is the one going towards some kind of danger and not him.
Daryl is the one going off on a dangerous mission and conflict with the governor but it is Carol that has to reassure him that she would be ok, that she would “stay safe” until he comes back home.

His demeanor resonates kindness, softness and even a touch of gentleness with her, as if he is still trying to convince himself that she was there, that she was alive, that he found her and that she will still be there when he returns.

The lingering gazes thrown in each other’s direction communicate so much pride, hope, adoration and sincere LOVE.
Something new was brewing between Daryl and Carol now and that final scene as she watches HER Daryl walk away shows a “WOMAN DEEPLY IN LOVE” and nobody can convince me any different

“The Barn Scene” in Season 2 may have been a moment where Carol started to lose hope that Sophia was going to be found BUT that despair in her heart allowed her to realize that she didn’t want to lose Daryl or anyone else she was starting to LOVE.

She was going to make Daryl see one way or another that he is worthy, that he was important, that he was a good man, that he deserved care from other people and that she cared about him too much to let him alienate himself from the LOVE he craved so much.

The “Stay Safe” scene was Carols moment of “mission accomplished”.

Daryl had started to let himself “feel” that Carol meant something more to him and I believe that had he returned to the prison without getting stuck in Woodberry or had he not met up with Merle, his return to the prison and the fresh new zeal of both of their feelings, could have brought them closer together sooner.

After all this scene made it abundantly clear - Carol loved him and Daryl loved her…