no more nightmares for a few

anonymous asked:

Izuku and Shouto, when they're much much closer friends, stay up late in the sitting room of the dorms, talking about everything and anything. One night, they start talking about things that frighten them most, and it comes out that Izuku would be terrified to lose Shouto. He stammers, "I know you would feel the same! After all, we're friends, it's only natural..." But Shouto can feel the atmosphere in the room change, and while he wants to hear more about it, he just smiles and says, "I do."

considering they’ll be classmates for three years they will most definitely become super close friends.

i can imagine the whole convo spurring a few days after a really tough fight with a villain, where there was this really close call where shouto nearly died. izuku confesses he’s scared of losing shouto not only b/c they’re generally talking about what frightens them the most, but because he’s been having nightmares of shouto’s near-death over and over again.

though recently in izuku’s dreams it hasn’t been near-death so much as it was outright death, and that–

that is an outcome izuku is terrified of.

person of color: hey wouldn’t it be cool if angels were represented as brown or black more often–

edgy whites who went to a week of bible study 15 yrs ago and regurgitate all their Superior Knowledge from textually inaccurate all-caps tumblr posts written by supernatural fans: um…… ACTUALLY :) angels don’t look like HUMANS they look like ELDRITCH NIGHTMARES™ that MELT YOUR BRAIN OUT so stop giving them skin colors :) try a few animal heads instead :) don’t forget the eyeballs :) 

ptsd stuff no one talks about
  • nightmares about trusted people hurting you
  • nightmares that are completely different from what actually happened
  • everything is too loud !!!
  • gotta cut your hair gotta cut your hair chop chop chop
  • tfw you’re halfway through telling a story and remember it involves Them
  • never enough showers
  • waking up and being somewhere else for a few seconds
  • being bossy for the thrill of being in charge
  • randomly teleporting to bad places for a few seconds while just going about your day

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I think the hardest part about losing you
was that I didn’t just lose the boy
who called me pretty even when I hadn’t showered in 3 days,
or
the boy who once kissed me in the rain with tears in his eyes

I lost my best friend
the only person who knows what my favorite time of day is
and why
and
the only person who’s calmed me down after a day of nightmares

I’ve lost so much more
than anyone can imagine
and I hear what youre asking
I’m just trying to make it easier on you

—  Conscious//kayla
ptsd - peter parker oneshot

character: peter parker (tom holland, marvel)

words: 1496

warnings: panic attack, ptsd, kind of angst, SPOILERS FROM SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING

summary: peter’s aftermath of being a superhero.

Originally posted by v-writings

The next few weeks after saving Stark’s plane and denying the man’s invitation to join the Avengers, Peter Parker seemed to have only one goal in mind.

Sleep.

He was thankful for his superhero life, really, he was. But for as long as he could remember he had always enjoyed being entitled to a good 8 hours of slumber per night, a privilege he hadn’t been lucky enough to experience for a while after he became Spiderman.

So that’s how he ended up falling asleep everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

The boy had the unbelievable ability to close his eyes and start snoring in the matter of seconds wherever he rested his head, either his bed or the library’s tables, he really had no limits. Peter had worked his hardest to finish up whatever homework he had incomplete from school, so there was really nothing stopping him from resting.

Except for the nightmares. Yeah, there was that.

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(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.2

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N: This is one of my most popular one shots and I couldn’t help but want to continue it! I hope you guys like it 

Words: 1,956

Warning: none

Part 1

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Loki shifted slowly in his sleep, the sunlight shining onto his closed eyelids and disturbing him from his peaceful sleep. Loki fluttered his eyes open slowly, trying to draw in his surroundings. He felt the floor beneath him and realised he was resting on a soft carpet. He suddenly noticed that he wasn’t alone. Loki looked towards his chest and where his left hand was resting. He realised that someone was resting on his chest and immediately discovered that it was you. He suddenly stiffened and stressed out, trying to remember what happened. He shifted his hand underneath your head and carefully shifted your body off his, treating you like beautiful china. Once your were rested carefully on the ground, he stood up and delicately placed one arm under your knees and the other beneath your shoulders and warily picked you up. He placed your still sleeping body carefully on your bed and pulled his arms out from underneath you slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. Loki pushed a small strand of hair out of your face and smiled slightly, finding you beautiful and innocent as you were sleeping. Loki’s smile broke when he realised what he was doing, he couldn’t feel anything for you. It wasn’t right, and you didn’t deserve him.

Loki sighed as he walked towards the door and opened it, taking a quick look at you before closing the door lightly and walking out of the room. Loki walked down the hall and saw all the avengers sitting on the couch watching TV. Nobody really paid attention to him at first except for Thor, who was beaming at him. Loki looked at him, creasing his eyebrows with a confused expression.

“There you are, I started to think you’d never show up” Clint said, causing all the avengers to look straight at Loki, something he didn’t really appreciate. Loki nodded and looked down at his feet, still thinking about you. “I was asleep” he said quietly. He didn’t have a witty comeback for the first time since he got here, and he wasn’t really up for it. Loki looked back at Thor who was still smiling, and after a few seconds he stood up walking over to Loki.

“I’ll just be a second, I need to speak to my brother” he said, still smiling. Thor walked over to Loki and grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the hall.

“Wha…what are you doing!?” Loki sniped, irritated by Thor’s confusing behavior.

“I don’t know, anything you’d like to share with me, brother?” Thor said, raising his eyebrow and grinning. Loki shifted awkwardly but tried to cover it up by playing it cool. He looked up at Thor, a confused fake look on his face.

“What is your damage this morning?” he asked, Thor continued to smile at his brother unfazed by his response.

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Close Quarters

(For @manateeparty. Thank you for donating to @trashbrigade‘s gisholarship fundraiser!)

ao3

Sam shakes his head, laughing at his brother. “Always with the scissors, Dean.”

Dean doesn’t even dignify him with a response. Rock-Paper-Scissors is a sacred, binding contract for laundromat duty and he’s lost fair and square. He picks up the duffles full of dirty clothes and hoists them over his shoulder.

Cas, who has been watching this exchange with interest from the far bed, gets to his feet. “I’d be happy to assist you.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Sam practically chirps. “A laundry date.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” He looks at Cas. “C’mon if you’re coming.”

They try to time things to be back at the bunker before they’re out of clean clothes, but an unexpected addition to their last case had them heading four hundred miles in the wrong direction.

Dean slings the bags into the back seat while Cas searches for to the nearest laundromat. It’s not far from the motel and, from the pictures on the website, it looks fairly bright and cheery
as far as coin laundries go.

Dean parks out front and they each grab a bag. Inside, the washers stand in rows while dryers line the walls. Dean drops his bag on a high counter meant for folding clothes and goes to find the change machine. By the time he returns, his jacket pocket heavy with quarters, he finds Cas standing between two open washer doors carefully studying one of Sam’s t-shirts.

He looks to Dean with the same face he uses when he’s making sure a sigil is correct. “Is this considered a dark or a light?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sorting.”

“Well, stop it.”

“Dean,” Cas says with the utmost concern, “the label says to wash separately.”

“They all say that, Cas. Time to live on the edge.” He reaches into the second washer and grabs the couple of things that are in there and throws them in with the other clothes.

Cas frowns, but pulls some more clothes out of the bag.

Dean sighs. “The trick is to not touch any of this nasty stuff. Have you met Sam Winchester?” He shudders; there’d been Mexican food recently.

“Of course I have, Dean,” Cas grouses. “And he said I should sort the laundry.”

Dean takes the bag from Cas’s hand and dumps it into the washer, then slams the door shut with a flourish. “Ok, maybe at home that’s fine, but on the road it’s all about cheap and efficient. And as long as there isn’t anything—“ he glances around at the other patrons before continuing, “unnatural on the clothes, you can wash them all together in cold water.” He’s still pissed about the ectoplasm that ruined one of his favorite band t-shirts. Sam knows that shit needs to be treated with vinegar first.

“I don’t understand why clothing comes with rules if you’re just going to ignore them.”

“You,” Dean says. “Mr. I Rebelled From Heaven. You’re judging my laundry law-breaking.”

Cas’s scowl lightens into something close to a smile.

Grinning, Dean hands Cas some quarters. “Go get some soap.”

When the soap is added, Dean slots the quarters one by one into the washer. “This used to be Sam’s favorite part. I had to lift him up so he could reach.”

“You spent a lot of time in laundromats as kids.”

“Yeah, and let me tell you most of them weren’t nearly as nice as this one.” He ushers Cas to a couple of empty seats where they can keep an eye on their washer. He nods toward the sign announcing free wi-fi that hangs over the row of vending machines. “Plenty of times Dad left us in one and went off to a bar.”

Cas gives him that same pinched-brow look he always gets when Dean talks about John, but Dean waves it off. “It was actually kind of fun. Sam and I played a lot of hide and seek in these things.” He nudges the wheeled laundry cart with his foot. “Raced around in these when the place was empty.”

It hadn’t been all bad. Even without a door to lock between them and the rest of the world, laundromats felt safer than motels a lot of the time. They were mostly populated by moms and old ladies and sometimes they shared snacks or gave quarters when John left them lacking in one or the other. The swishing sounds of the washer, the hum of the fluorescent lights, even the startling buzzers from the timers. These were all soothing, familiar sounds that led to the simple joy of clean, warm-from-the dryer clothing. Even after the years of having the bunker to call home, Dean still finds himself hoarding quarters just in case.

It’s funny to think that he learned all this as a child, but now he’s teaching an older-than-dirt angel how to do it. But it’s kind of nice to have him here, tagging along not because he has to but for the sheer sake of keeping Dean company. That’s been a happy realization, since the two of them became…well, whatever the hell they are these days. The way that having someone by your side can make even the most mundane tasks fun. Things like grocery shopping, where Cas studies coupons like they’re instructions for defusing a bomb, or washing dishes, which was inevitably followed by instructing Cas on how to snap a dishtowel. (Cas had gotten surprisingly good in a short amount of time with Dean’s ass as his target.) Not to mention the unexpected bonus of decreased nightmares that came with having this particular warm body next to his each night.

They sit in comfortable silence as the washers whir and the dryers tumble. Cas keeps his knee pressing against Dean’s, and sometimes Dean still can’t believe he spent all the time lecturing him on personal space. Especially now when he’d like nothing more than to pull him onto his lap and kiss him until they are both gasping for breath.  But that’ll have to wait. They’ve still got a few more days on the road before they can head home again. He tries not to think about how they’d be spending their time alone at the motel if Sam had been the one banished here.

Dean’s eye is caught by their washer accelerating into the final spin. Checking that the row is empty of people, he tugs Cas by the hand, leading him over to it. There, mostly hidden from view, he backs Cas up against the washer and kisses him, pressing against him so that the vibrations tingle through them both.

“Soon,” Cas whispers.

“Soon,” Dean agrees.

There’s time for one more kiss before the buzzer sounds.

Now that I’m finally out of my month(s)-long art slump, here’s a very belated piece of my favorite character from Sun/Moon, Lillie! Talk about a character that grows on you! She kind of irritated me when I first started playing the game, as I don’t really care for the whole *helpless damsel* trope, but ugh she’s so well-developed and wonderful I can’t even

Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 


Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your writing and had this thought for a top ten. I have no idea if you are still taking top ten requests but I thought I'd give it a try anyway. So we all know what an amazing friend Phichit is but what I'd like to know is when Yuuri been amazing for Phichit. So top ten Yuuri is a great friend to Phichit moments. I know you have a crazy schedule so I would more than understand if requests are over!

Top Ten Times Yuuri Was a Great Friend to Phichit:

10) Every time Yuuri turned up to one of Phichit’s skating events, which was whenever he possible could, and cheered him on like the world’s proudest parent from the sidelines

9) When the person Phichit was dating (who was a foreign exchange student) moved back home Phichit got really down for a while and Yuuri bundled him up in a blanket, stocked up on ice cream and had a movie marathon to take his mind off it

8) Yuuri constantly indulged Phichit’s social media love by playing along with all his games and challenges. Especially the one that Phichit set up for the Yuuri fans following him called ‘Find Katsuki’ where he would post lots of normal looking pictures but with Yuuri hiding somewhere obscure in the background that you could only see if you looked hard. Like peeking out of the crack in the wardrobe door or sitting at the top of a tree hidden in the branches. It was a game Phichit’s fans loved to play because Yuuri was pretty inactive on social media so spotting Yuuri in photos was already a game at official events and the like and Phichit’s Instagram game made it extra entertaining. it also got Phichit a lot of extra followers. 

7) During exams Phichit was usually pretty ok but sometimes he would get really stressed studying and Yuuri would provide him with a constant stream of coffee and food to keep him going

6) Yuuri held a special hamster funeral for Phichit’s hamsters when they died because he was too upset to do it himself

5) Once Phichit ended up getting yelled at by Celestino for something and Yuuri immediately did something even worse to get Celestino to yell at him instead and get Phichit off the hook

4) Yuuri learned every single skate routine in the King and the Skater so that he could skate them with Phichit

3) Once Phichit was having a really bad day and Yuuri flew straight back from the competition he was at to spend time with him and cheer him up even though he was still supposed to be in the country for a few more days because Phichit was more important

2) Yuuri learned Thai for Phichit so that he could comfort Phichit when he had nightmares and Thai was the best way to calm him down when he was still half asleep and scared

1) Yuuri absolutely destroyed anyone who was rude to Phichit. Once at a competition one of the older, more experienced skaters was being really nasty to Phichit and calling him and nobody who would go no-where and Yuuri ‘I’ve got more gold medals than all of you’ Katsuki overheard and walked up to Phichit like ‘you were fantastic, you totally deserved that medal’ before casually looking over at the other skater with a smile ‘oh hi…I’m sorry, who are you again?’

The Labyrinth Chapter 37

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.4k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…

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The Avenger-Mom (Bucky x Reader)

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!

It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.

Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)

Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?

Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)

Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.

Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)

~Maggie~


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Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.

You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.

An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.

You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.

“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.

“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.

“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.

You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.

Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

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So let me tell y'all a thing. A very personal thing. About just how amazing and life saving medication can be.
This pink little pill is called Prazosin. And what does it do you ask? It makes it so I can sleep at peace. Since my mom died my already bad nightmares became a horror show. I was maybe sleeping 2 hours before I woke up only to fall back into nightmares again. Reliving the worst day of my life on repeat. Over and over. The most horrific graphic details. Even more vivid thanks to my muscle relaxer.
Now I take this fun little pill once a night. And I haven’t had a nightmare since. I get to dream about Jason Todd and fun stuff again. I actually get peace from the trauma for a few hours instead of spending all day and all night reliving it.
Medication can’t fix everything. But it made my life so much easier. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it

     1. wrath comes so easily to percival; much more so than forgiveness. the nightmares, the scars, the trembling in his hands- perhaps it will all go away when he faces the world with anger instead of fear. and it does. he pours the rage into fire and smoke, and in the blast forgets for just a moment what he’s left behind.

     2. she sometimes wishes she knew not what envy was. keyleth is gentle and doubting; few days go by where she is not quietly jealous of the twins’ confidence and charm, or the easy smiles and bravery of the gnomes. but a leader looks forward, not behind- so she raises her chin and walks, dreaming the whole time of who she should have been.

     3. too many years have passed for scanlan to know who he is without lust. part of him loves it- the pleasure, the freedom, the life that gave him his daughter. but he realises he doesn’t remember all their faces; the people he’s loved and left behind with second thoughts far too late, the mothers that might be and whom he cannot name. 

     4. greed sits with her far too often; at times a shadow, but more often a welcoming hand. it is everything the elven nobles who shunned them had and vex'ahlia did not. as it clinks into her hand, the glinting light of the gold is a wink that promises more than it gives. she smiles, and the metal hangs heavy at her hip. 

     5. he had never understood the word gluttony before. grog’s world before them was so much smaller, so much simpler. life now seemed limitless; and without limit what could one do except want to experience everything? he laughs, shouts, rages in the name of what he deserves- the world is his and his alone. 

     6. there is little that tempts pike more than sloth. each wound she seals with trembling hands, each rag stained with blood, each piece of her heart she begs sarenrae to drag back into this mortal coil; they whisper that it would be so much easier to never care. she receives yet another plea to bring back what has been lost, and hesitates.

     7. pride weaves its words like his blades weave death. even at the depths of his own darkness, vax'ildan finds confidence in who he is. he is spite, he is defiance, he is freedom, he is the plaything of a goddess. he controls his own destiny, even as the strings of fate pull ever tighter. the shadows gather, and he is home. 

                      -some thoughts on vox machina

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Cookies at 3 am

Okay, can I just say I love @coralreefskim​ ??? She’s like the sweetest, caring, kind, amazing, tiny, precious bean ever, like, she might sound like a emo (”I’m Kim and I’m soooooo ~ emo”) and a ‘I don’t know feelings, ma’ type of character, but I swear, I swear she’s a precious bean and I’m just so blessed to even know her. 

So, yes, I wrote this for her because, quoting myself “Like, u are like those anime characters that act all tough and emo but they are also the ones who cook cookies at three am bc a friend of them woke up with a nightmare and they wanted to cheer them up.” So, ta-daaaaah! This fic was born. 

Words: 1137 (Just a drabble, I said. No more than 500 words I said. I regret nothing I say.)

Warning: OOC? MAYBE, DONT CARE. LET ME LIVE WITH PINING LANCE AND CARING SOFT KEITH BYE. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


It only takes a soft touch on his forehead for Lance to wake up.

He stares confused at the ceiling for a few seconds, half of his brain trying to control his own breathing and the other part focusing on the cold and yet welcoming touch on his forehead to keep him grounded.

He waits until he no longer hears his own panting when he dares to look to his right side and something inside him flips pleasantly when he meets Keith’s eyes.

His teammate is staring at him, his dark eyes never wavering in the least and only narrowing them with even more concern than before when Lance doesn’t reply to his calling.

His calling. Oh wait, his mouth is moving, right, words, what –

“Lance –?”

“I’m okay.” Lance blurts out, mouth twitching when Keith’s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden answer, “I’m- I’m okay, Mullet. It was just a nightmare.”

Keith purses his lips at the nickname, fully knowing that Lance was trying to shrug off the concerns with jokes and teasing. Lance knows it’s a long shot to convince him otherwise; they have been getting closer the past few months, what it started as a forced companionship turned into a close friendship, maybe even more than that if he allowed himself to explore his own feelings.

Not right now, Lance’s heart. Buzz off.

“Keith, seriously, I’m fine, dude.” Lance chuckles, tired and small but still with a faint smile. “Thank you for checking up on me, though.”

Keith only hums and it’s only then when Keith drops his hand that Lance realizes he hadn’t removed his hand from his forehead the entire time.

Damn, Lance misses the touch now.

He doesn’t show it though. Instead, he pushes himself up on the bed, nudging Keith’s shoulder playfully. Keith scoffs at the action but shoves back at him, smirking with a gleam of challenge before his eyes soften and lean closer to Lance’s side.

“Home?” He questions quietly, eyes scanning every corner of Lance’s face.

Lance opens his mouth to deny it but then he let his shoulders drop, letting out a sigh and shrugging helplessly, smiling in defeat at his friend.

‘What can you do, right?’ he says with his eyes, and Keith’s frown only deepens more.

‘Watch me.’ Keith’s eyes reply with the same determination and fire Lance only see in them during battles. Lance can only stare confused at Keith before the black haired teen stands up and leaves the room without a word.

Lance pouts as the door closes and his room is left in darkness once again.

“Sure, leave my heart on my throat with your soft touches and caring gaze.” Lance mumbles, puffing his cheeks in annoyance before grabbing his comforter and pulling it over his head, still glaring at the door Keith had disappeared to. “Dumb Emo Mullet.”

He resigns himself to scroll down his tablet, fully knowing he wasn’t going back to bed anytime soon and he only had a few more hours left before their morning training session begun. No point of sleeping now.

Lance’s halfway through Chapter 5 of Altean’s version of Romeo and Juliet when the door of his room slides wide open and Keith enters casually, holding a small bowl with one of his hands while closing the door behind him with his free one.

Lance arches an eyebrow at him in question but Keith ignores him until he’s back taking his original place on Lance’s bed.

Keith shoves the bowl into Lance’s hands without a warning, his eyes looking away from the brunet and rubbing his arm almost nervously. Lance’s confusion only grows at the sight before he looks down at the bowl and gaps in surprise.

“You made cookies.” Lance deadpans, eyes never leaving the small green circles inside the bowl before a small happy laugh leaves his mouth, “You made cookies!”

Keith grumbles, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged on the bed, rocking himself back and forth. “Well, yeah.” He mumbles, puffing his cheeks, eyes looking anywhere but Lance’s way.

Lance’s smile only widens. “You…You made cookies for me?”

The brunet’s heart melts when Keith groans and presses his hands over his face, embarrassed. Lance wishes he could see the blush that it’s definitely on Keith’s face right now.

“Yes, I did.” Keith murmurs lowly before sighing and removing one of his hands to catch Lance’s eye.

“You made cookies for me at three am.” Lance repeats slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion but his smile never wavering, “Why?”

Keith shrugs nonchalantly. “You…You were sad. I wanted to make you less sad, I don’t know…”

Lance doesn’t even try to hide his coos.

“Keithy-boy! Mullet! Angry ball of fur!” Lance gasps, one of his hands clutching his chest, “You…I can’t believe you…This is…How did you –?”

Keith rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he answers. “Hunk helped me one time to make cookies for Shiro. He was feeling under the weather and I talked to Hunk and he told me he used to bake you cookies when you were feeling sad, and I know they are not the same as Hunk’s but maybe for now they will do, and I just…well yeah, just – you know, wanted to help.”

‘Be still my heart.’ Lance chants in his head as he stares fondly at the shifty teen in front of him.

The brunet chuckles under his breath, his eyes getting a little misty with emotion but he swipe them quickly, waving Keith’s concern off as soon as he catches the action.

“I’m fine, I just…thank you, Keith.” Lance whispers, eyes fond and honest as he grabs Keith’s hand and squeezes, “Seriously, thank you. You didn’t have to and yet…”

“Of course I did.” Keith replies easily, smiling back at the brunet, “You…You are the one who taught me about family, you know. Of course I’m going to do anything in my power to help.”

Lance lets out a wet laugh. “It was just a silly nightmare.”

Keith shakes his head stubbornly. “No, it wasn’t. Not for you, not for me. I’m here for you, you know.”

Lance’s smile waters and then he nods, dropping his head on Keith’s shoulder and sniffling loudly.

“I do.” He chokes out, “I do know. Thank you.”

Keith hums, hands automatically on Lance’s frame to pull him closer. They stay like that for a few minutes before Keith breaks the silence.

“Okay, just fyi, if there’s a pink hair in some of those cookies, I confess that one of the mice fell on the mix by accident. Totally not my fault.”

It’s Lance’s booming laughter that wakes the entire team up for their morning training instead of the alarm. No one complains for once.

Where We Belong

Title: Where We Belong

Summary: Sometimes one little moment can change everything…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1370

Warnings: Um, lemme think. A smudge of angst and a very brief mention on nigthmares in the beginning. And then it’s all fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. Okay. I’ll shut up now.

Author’s Note: So, this oneshot that was supposed to be a drabble (I tried, I swear) was inspired by a conversation I had with my twin about how cute Dean looks in the gif below (it’s not even surprising at this point, I know.) Anyway, the story took a life of its own after that. 

So. Enjoy <3

(Gif used is not mine. You can find it right here.)


It’s a habit really.

One of those stupid little routines you can’t and don’t really want to quit, although it’s a bit more substantial than drinking coffee at midnight or always reading your favorite book with a cup of hot chocolate nearby.

It started a few of months ago, after you and the Winchesters had returned from a nasty vampire hunt in New Orleans, and it’s been happening ever since, but neither you or Dean ever talk about it and Sam probably doesn’t even know.

That’s not what matters though.

What really matters is that Dean Winchester has nightmares.

It’s been going on for years, the ordeals coming and going in the stillness of the night without warning. If he’s lucky, they’re just a few horrible pictures that vanish as soon as he opens his eyes, but if not, then they take him away with them, drown him in tides of loss and despair and leave him so broken that you find it hard to put the fragments back together without missing a piece afterwards.

Most of the times, he comes to you. He shuffles through the hallway quietly and leans against your door, waiting for even breaths and youthful smiles. When he’s sure you’re asleep, he gently climbs into the covers and wraps his arms around you, lips on your forehead in a warm kiss, while words like G’night, sweetheart and Thank God you’re okay, kid make their way into the duskiness of the room.

Sometimes though, the creaky sound of the door and the light padding wakes you up the moment he gets inside. These are the nights Dean will look at you like a puppy caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to and murmur a flustered apology, gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor until you tell him to shut up and c’mere already, pulling him to you. And when you curl up next to his side, body pressed against his firmly, all of his apologies and all of his reticence go away.

But then, there are nights like tonight, nights when you’re the one that tiptoes to his bedroom in silence –just to make sure he’s okay.

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Save Yourself (Steve One-shot)

Characters: reader, Steve (Natasha, Bucky, and Sam mentioned)

Summary: After a disastrous mission and harsh romantic rejection, you find yourself in a downward spiral of destructive behavior until Steve steps in and shows you you’re worth saving.

Warnings: All the angst. Little bit of fluff. Mentions of death, sex, destructive behavior, suicide and self harm (mild), alcohol abuse. 

Word Count: 2.4k (another failed drabble, ya’ll. I’m a wordy birdy)

Song Inspiration: Save Yourself by Kaleo

Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3

p.s. Happy Birthday, Chris Evans!!! :) 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Ding.

Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.

“Have a nice time last night?”

You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.

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