of course my arms are exhausted now

anonymous asked:

Superlane... Lucy is stationed wherever the show shipped her off to and Kara flies out every once so often to see her, go one a date or whatever. They both have a few stressful week and Kara hasn't had the chance to make the trip and she gets home from work one day and Lucy is waiting for her outside her apartment door like, "Since you haven't had the chance to fly to see me, I thought I'd fly to see you," or something less lame than that but in the same spirit of things.

They’re not /dating/ dating, obviously, because Lucy is in another city and Kara has gone from one relationship to another and she really just needs a break and dating her ex’s ex just seems like a bad idea so no, they are not dating dating. But they are dating, kind of, if you consider daily phone calls and Kara spontaneously flying cross country just so they can eat a meal together “dating”, and sure, maybe two weeks before, when they were sitting on the bed of Lucy’s long stay hotel, Kara may have kissed Lucy a little bit. Just a little bit! Barely a smooch; a mouth graze at most. It doesn’t mean they’re anything.

So. They are not in a relationship, and there is no reason for Kara to be moping around her apartment just because her superpower blowout has ruined her plans to spend the day at the Metropolis farmer’s market with Lucy. It also doesn’t matter that Lucy hasn’t responded to her last seven texts, either, because Kara is not her girlfriend so why should it matter? Also powerless Kara totally has allergies, probably, and that’s why she’s been crying and sniffling all day. No other reason.

And because Kara is clearly not in a relationship with Lucy Lane, she’s completely surprised when, after hearing someone bang on her door, she opens the door to find her standing there looking exhausted and balancing a huge box of donuts in her arms.

“I’m sorry I haven’t texted you back, I had to turn my phone off on the plane.”

And Kara’s allergies must be acting up because she’s really crying now as she gathers the other woman in her arms.

“You came all this way for me?” Kara asks, and Lucy looks at her like that’s the silliest question she’s ever heard.

“Of course I did, you goober. I’m your girlfriend, it’s my job.”

And who was Kara trying to fool? She is definitely /dating/ dating Lucy Lane, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hancock reacts to finding out Sole adopted two baby girls when he’s about to confess his love for Sole

SO THESE GOT OUT OF HAND. They’re all pretty much small oneshots. Cause I presume nobody wants to reblog a MASSIVE block of text which is essentially just a collection of small oneshots I decided to do it like this for those which got particularly long. 

This ask was sent to me as a personal message, the person asking chose to remain anonymous. Thank you for the ask! 

Ask:
Sole is a very reserved and reticent woman who, instead of losing her child to the Institute, lost her younger sibling who was her only family. She never had children and never showed audible interest in having children. Anyway, *insert companion* loves her very much, but hasn’t told her yet. After a long separation from the Sole, they’ve decided they can no longer keep their feeling to themselves and go to tell her. When they visit Sole though, they find out that she’s adopted children. Two adorable one year old girls that she intends to raise as her own. She clearly love these girls very much too. How do the companions react? Are they deterred at all? (You can add gifs if you want.)

Sole opened the door, to find a very familiar face standing in the doorway. Their eyes widened, not sure how to handle the situation at all. They’d thought about finding them again… but it wasn’t that easy. Not considering the state the Commonwealth was in, not considering the little ones and not considering all that was left unsaid.
“ It’s been a while. What brings you here? ” Hancock breathed in, a smile set on his face, time to finally get it all out  “I…”
A baby started crying inside the house, Sole’s eyes widened. “ Damnit, I have to go back, feel free to come in though.” Hancock walked into the house, a little bit dazed. He saw Sole standing there, baby in arms, trying to soothe the child. It seemed to work when another one started crying in unison, awoken and spurred on by the cries. Sole seemed to be rather experienced at it as the child in her arms already seemed calmer, clinging onto Sole’s shirt.  

Sole scraped her throat. “ So… I guess I’ll be the first one to get you caught up on what happened. These two… they’re my children. Not biologically of course but they’re my children in every other way. I adopted them about a month ago.” She kissed the top of the child in their arms’ head while looking lovingly in at the child in the arms of their old companion. “ So… guess I’m a parent now. Surprise! Now I presume you have some news of your own?”

Hancock smiled, looking at Sole who seemed both beaming and grounded somehow. Like they found a home with those babies. He leaned against the doorpost, arms folded but head tilted. He never picture them as a parent, but it seemed natural to them somehow. Sole looked exhausted but… happy.

“ You came to find me just to keep staring at me?”
“ Admiring the view. You look happy.”
“ I am. In a way. The world’s still messed up and I now have two kids to safeguard from whatever’s coming for us next but… there’s this whole parenthood thing. I wasn’t sure I wanted it at first. It’s hard work, sleepless nights, but it feels right.”
“ Congrats.. I’ve been chasing that feeling for my entire life and the closest thing I got to it was through jet and shootin’ up the commonwealth with you.”
Sole laughed, rocking her baby. “It’s hardly shooting it up at random, you’re too moral for that.”
“ Auch, morals? Don’t let the rest of Goodneighbour hear ya. They’ll depose me.” She laughed and walked over to Hancock.
 “You’re a big softy beaf jerky. Although I never saw you as a family man. More the handsome rogue.” Her baby reached out to his face, seemingly fascinated. He reached with a finger for her tiny hand.
“ She takes after you already, not running away screaming from the rotting man in the period clothing. That, or she’s got one hell of a fashion sense already.”
“ Babies like interesting faces, not beautiful ones.”
“ Watch it, second insult.”
“ They do though. Do you want to hold her?”  He looked at the child.
“ She’ll wake up the other one, start to cry her lungs out when the zombie man is holding her. Nighmares for days. You don’t wanna do that.” She handed the child over to him regardless, intending to show him how to hold her but that appeared unnecessary. “I’m a mayor, Sole.”
He held her perfectly, supporting her little head. She reached for his face, eyes wide open.
“ She still likes ya. “ The other baby started to make noises, Sole walked back over to the crib and picked up her second daughter. She, in turn, also stared at Hancock. “Damn Hancock, you sure have an effect on my girls. Last time they look at something this fascinated it was a jangles the moon monkey.”
“ Well that shit’s about as terrifying as it gets. “ Sole nodded. “ Fair point.”

Hancock started making some noises at the baby when Sole scraped their throat. “Hancock… “ he looked up.
“ I was wondering what brought you here? I presume you didn’t come here for a baby visit? ”
“ I didn’t, ya never seize to surprise gorgeous.”
“ So why did you come here? Demon spawn terrorising Goodneighbour? ”
“ Because I want to spend a lifetime with you. This lifetime. “ The little girl started to make a noise. “Didn’t forget about ya, there’s enough room in my life for all three of ya. But it’s your mom/dad that I want to date though if that’s cool with you.“ Sole looked at him with a hint of sadness, for the first time.
“ Not the hoped for reply, forget I said that. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same. We can just continue where we left off.”
“ No… no it’s not that I don’t feel the same. Fucking hell I did. I do. But I’m not sure if murder central is the right place to raise these two.”
“ No questions about my parenting skills?”
“ No. About the jet, yes.”
“ I’ll quit it, I’ve got a new high. Seeing you like this. Damnit, it does something with me. “
“ Cheesy.” He shrugged.
“ I’m a lotta things but not an idiot. I know a good thing when I see it and I want in, if you’ll have me. “
“ Doesn’t make goodneigbour any safer.”
“ I’ll guard these kids with my life, they’ll treated like royalty. Guard at every corner. Me to wake up in the middle of the night when they decide it’s time to test whether they have rock star potential by having a good cry.”
“ That does sound tempting.”
“ Bonus; I’ll be happy to guard your body personally. Day and night.” He winked at Sole. “What do you say?”
Sole laughed. “ I suppose we can give it a go.” He high fived the baby very lightly by pressing his hand against the kid’s palm and started speaking to her. “ Hey kiddo, I’m your daddy now!”

Insomniac - a Ten Years On fic

So, the lovely @bosstoaster (You’ve read all of her fics, right? No? Go on, I’ll wait.) responded to this prompt:

“ HERE’S A THOUGHT FOR YOU, WHEN SHIRO COMES BACK FROM WHEREVER HE VANISHED TO, FOR HIM IT’S ONLY BEEN LIKE AN HOUR BUT FOR EVERYONE ELSE IT’S BEEN LIKE FIVE YEARS OR MAYBE EVEN A DECADE?”

The result is the fic Come Back (as pure as gold) which, if you haven’t read, wtf are you even doing with your life? Go do that immediately.

I loved the shit out of this fic, and I asked BT if I could play in her sandbox. She is a gracious and kind overlord, and she said yes! So, I wrote a thing. I may write more things. We’ll see what happens! 

Insomniac

Rating: Teen

Characters: Shiro, Pidge, Green Lion

Warnings: Insomnia, mild dissociation, discussions of age appropriateness and lack thereof, Pidge being Pidge.



Wandering the hallways while the others slept, Shiro honestly didn’t know whether the familiarity was a blessing or a curse. It was a little eerie, especially when he was so tired– He almost expected to wake up and find that it’d all been a dream. His reality had begun to blur at the edges yet again, and every time he closed his eyes he feared he’d open them to find some fresh hell awaiting him, dreaded being told he’d lost even more time.

A year and change to the Galra.

A crash landing and an isolation ward on Earth.

Four kids and the fate of the universe in their hands, a legend come to life. Voltron. A few months that felt like a lifetime.

A battle, a victory, a void.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Some part of Shiro told him he was being irrational, or at least impractical; he couldn’t avoid sleep forever. He’d already succumbed a few times since his return, and nothing more had changed between sleeping and waking. Knowing that didn’t lessen his fear at all. He’d had no reason to expect to lose so much any of the other times things had gone sideways, either.

Even when he could force his waking mind to believe he’d be okay, Shiro’s dreams kept him from getting anything like truly restful sleep. He’d thought the nightmares of the arena were bad, and they were. But now they stacked with visions of waking to find his friends, his family aged far beyond him. He dreamt of their bones turned to dust while he lived on with no anchor but the Black Lion. 

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Blue Kryptonite - Karamel One Shot

“So, Rhonda broke her arm and Kevin has the flu, and they asked me to replace them for three days, thai means working from 10 to 12, lunch, then 1 to either midnight or 2 am.. but I don’t know if I should, like there’s a lot of dangerous aliens outside, and I want to help you!”
“Mon-El, I’m not by myself, Alex, J'onn and even James can help me, you should go, I mean if it’s not too exhausting for you.”
“Hey! I’m a superhero! I can handle some extra turns, blondie.”
“Oh right, mr. Valor.” He held Kara in his arms, swinging a little.
“I like when you say it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She kissed him quickly, “Anyway I’m gonna go now, my bartender duties are calling.”
He kissed her cheek and ran out the door. Kara sighed, she’s gonna miss her partner a lot. But of course she was Supergirl, she wouldn’t stop at home sighing and boring herself to death; Kara decided to write a few articles about the fire that Supergirl stopped the day before, and the newborn child that Valor saved in that burning apartment. She wrote a good amount until the DEO called her in: she explained to J'onn why Mon-El couldn’t come so he told Pam to note that for his paycheck. “Hey, sissy!”
“Hey, Kara! Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, sure, why did you ask?”
“First, you never call me ‘Sissy’, second, you’re crinkling right now.”
“I’m no-” she touched her forehead “-damn it!”
“Spill whatever is going on in your mind.”
“It’s..probably silly..but I’m afraid I’ll miss Mon-El too much these days..it’s the first time we’re separating since he’s moved in with me, and I’m used to having him around all day..don’t laugh, please!” Kara pouted and Alex smiled back at her.
“I won’t laugh, Maggie completely changed my idea of 'too silly or too cheesy’. Just prepare something for when he comes home, or just keep yourself busy and you won’t even realize that three days have passed.”
“Mmh, okay..I’ll find something. Thanks, Alex.”
“Anytime.”
“Did you find the restaurant for the reception?”
“Kara, I think it’s too soon for this conversation, we got engaged just a few months ago!”
“Hey! I’m your MAID OF HONOR! I need everything to be perfect.” Kara crossed her arms on her chest.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re way more invested than I am.” The two girls started laughing, until Winn called them, there was an emergency near the mall.


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As soon as Kara walked home, she dropped herself on the couch, tired like never before: she checked her phone, finding a text from his boyfriend: 'I miss you already..xx" She smiled at the screen, 'I miss you too, you have no idea.’
Kara started cooking Mon-El’s favourite meal, waiting for him to come home, and maybe watch something together and cuddle. Another beep rang in the room, about 30 minutes later, Mon-El wrote 'Babe I don’t think I can make it for dinner, I’m so so sorry..’
'It’s okay, we’ll see each other after dinner then. :)’
She was upset, but she was the one who told him to work extra turns: since Mon-El worked at the alien bar, she saw a new side of him, more responsible and mature, she found that really attractive, but most of all, Kara was proud of who he’d become. She ate both his dish and hers, yet she was somehow hungry: she picked a rom-com to watch on Netflix in the meantime. The movie was called Serendipity, and it was about two people who were meant to be together, because it was written in their destinies: when the two lovers found each other after years, she started crying, “It’s not that emotional!” but she kept sobbing until she fell asleep on the couch.
Mon-El walked home around 2 am, he found his lover hugging a pillow, deep into her slumber; smiling, he picked her up bridal-style and laid her down under the blankets, before kissing her forehead goodnight. Mon-El changed into his pyjama and fell asleep hugging his little spoon.

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'good morning beautiful, I’m so sorry I came home at 2 am last night, I made you hashbrowns, if they’re too cold, just do your trick :) i love you - mon-el’
Kara found the post-it on the table, next to her plate: she heated up the hashbrowns and sighed, sipping her coffee. She was at CatCo for the whole morning, trying to focus on her articles only. She decided to stop by the alien bar for lunch.
“Hi!”
“Kara, hey! I didn’t expect to see you.” Mon-El leaned over to kiss her, “how are you?” he was cleaning a few glasses.
“I was missing you a little too much, I guess. Did you have lunch already? I brought sandwiches.”
“I was just about to, thank you.” She grinned widely at her man.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just really cute.” Kara bit her sandwich, “Can’t I admire my boyfriend? ”
“Of course you can. I saw you fell asleep with the tv on, what did you watch?”
“Oh, I watched a beautiful movie, it’s called Serendipity and you really need to watch it! It’s about a boy and a girl meeting in a shop, leaving their numbers on a book and a– basically she thinks that if they’re meant to be together, they’ll meet again and– oh no.” She was already tearing up at the thought of that ending when her earcom started beeping. “Alex, what’s wrong? Oh okay, I’m on my way.”
“They need Supergirl, don’t they?”
“Yuuuup..I’ll see you later.” She pecked his lips, before running outside the bar and unbottoning her shirt.
An alien was attacking a school bus with his laser eyes and all the kids were struggling, hiding under their seats, Supergirl shielded the bus, standing in front of the hostile alien and punched and kicked him with all her anger, that dude interrupted her quality time with Mon-El after all, until he was exhausted. The children behind her started cheering on the superhero, and Kara felt an overwhelming wave of pride and happiness taking over her heart.
That night, she decided to light up some candles, curl her hair and wear her sexiest babydoll: she felt prettier, but she was sure that Mon-El was the one who would’ve appreciated this more. She had an insane need of strawberries in that moment: Kara got so mad when she found out that there weren’t any, that she left a dent on the fridge. “Alex, can you bring me strawberries, pleeeeeeeaase?”
“It’s 11 pm, Kara, there’s no one open right now!”
“That’s why I asked you! I know you have them! Please!”
“Kara, are- are you crying?”
“No, I’m- Haha! Okay, I think I am after all. Please bring me strawberries!”
Alex sighed, a little confused, on the other side of the phone, “Okay, I’m coming.”

“Alex!” Kara immediately jumped, hugging her sister a little too much; her shirt got wet in a matter of seconds.
“What’s wrong?”
“Where are my strawberries?”
“Here. Why are you crying?”
“Mon-El said he’s working until 2 tonight. It’s Saturday..” Her tears fell on her cheeks again, she grabbed the box of strawberries and sat on the couch.
“Well, from the way you look, I would say that you were preparing a surprise for him..but it’s not a big deal! Stop crying, c'mon.” Alex sat next to her little sister.
“I can’t.. I can’t.”
“Kara.. I think there’s something wrong with you. Were you near some kind of..modified kryptonite?”
“No, no, I don’t think so.”
“How many times did you cry these days?”
“I watched a movie last night and I cried until I fell asleep, then this morning I went to the bar to see Mon-El, and I was getting emotional again while explaining him the plot..When I saved those kids I-”
“Okay, this is too much even for you; tomorrow I’m gonna do some tests on you.”
“Okay.. What if I touched something that made me too sensitive? What if I’m not bulletproof anymore? What if- oh no, here we go again.”
Alex got up to get some wine in the fridge, until she noticed the dents. “Kara, what’s this?”
“Oh..I accidentally did that..when I found out there were-”
“No strawberries?”
“No strawberries.”

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“Kara, I’m about to check the results, are you on your way? Okay, see you later.”

“Okay, what did you find out? Is it a blue kryptonite? Am I okay? How do I cure this?”
“Kara uhm, I- I don’t know how to say it–”
“Am I dying?” Kara yelled anxiously, already crying again.
“Kara you’re not dying, you’re PREGNANT!”
“I’M WHAT?” Her voice was high pitched, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, completely shocked.
“Oh Rao, oh Rao, oh Rao, what do I do? What do I do? What is Mon-El gonna do? I have a baby inside of me? In my stomach? I think I’m gonna pass out.” Kara blurted everything out without taking a breath, she sat down, next to her sister, who didn’t know what to say.
“I think you should–” The blonde’s phone started ringing. “It’s Mon-El.” She inhaled a deep breath and replied his call. “Hey.”
“I have a good news, I’m coming home earlier, around 9! I can’t wait to see you!”
“That’s great! I- I have something to tell you tonight as well..see you tonight.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”

“So, you’re telling him tonight?”
“I guess..”
“Before anything else..how do you feel?”
“I don’t know.. My head is just a big mess right now: I don’t know if I’m ready. A baby is.. A baby. It’s a big deal.”
“Yeah.. Are you more afraid of having a baby or.. His reaction? Have you ever discussed this possibility?”
“Yeah, never too seriously but yeah, we said that we both wanted to have children one day, but we never expected that day to arrive so soon..”
“Well, this is positive, isn’t it? Mon-El didn’t exclude a baby from his future. Before worrying too much, talk to him, and we’ll see the rest after that.” Alex kissed her cheek, finally making Kara smile. “You’re right..but please Alex, don’t tell anyone, not even Maggie. Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”


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“Finally home.” Mon-El walked through the door, ready to hold his girlfriend after what felt like an eternity.
“Hi babe,” she hugged him tightly, “let’s eat! How was your day? Is Kevin back?”
“Yeah finally, these days have been really tiring, I missed kicking alien butts with you.”
“Me too..” Kara chuckled, “luckily there weren’t many aliens to take down, so you didn’t miss out on much.”
After dinner, they cuddled on the couch talking about everything and nothing, she almost forgot what she had to tell him.
Kara stood up, holding a pillow in her arms; “Mon-El, listen..these past few days, I’ve felt a little weird..like remember when I almost cried explaining the movie’s plot to you?”
“Yeah, that was weird but, I didn’t judge you because I know how passionate you are over movies.”
“And I love you for that. But like I was saying, I didn’t feel right..” Mon-El’s forehead wrinkled with worry. “Is everything okay, Kara?”
“Alex did some tests, and she found out that I’m..pregnant.”
“You’re what?” His mouth opened in shock just like hers did a few hours before.
“I’m pregnant.” Kara covered her eyes. “Are you upset? Please say something, I can’t handle this anymore.”
“Upset? Are you kidding me? Why would I be upset if you’ve just given me the best news ever?” Mon-El stood up and picked Kara up, “Rao, I’m so happy right now!”
“Really? I was so nervous because I thought you didn’t want this! Now-now I can’t stop smiling.” Mon-El gave her multiple kisses all over her face, “I love you so much, Kara.”
“I love you too, Mon-El.”
“I can’t believe that this is happening..” He looked down on her stomach, smiling, his eyes were full of tears already. “Why did you think that I didn’t want this?” He stared into her eyes with so much love and awe.
“Because the only time we’ve discussed this, we said that we wanted it to happen in the future..but not a near future.”
“I said it because we didn’t have like..to rush, but I would’ve loved it whenever it would’ve arrived, as long as it was with you. From the beginning I knew that I wanted you and only you in my future, I couldn’t wish for a better mom for my child.”
“We’re really having a baby..”
“We’re having a baby.” Their faces were a mix of shock, happiness, disbelief, love. They couldn’t stop smiling and kissing.


When it was time to sleep, Kara kept staring at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just thinking about this little bean.” She smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and.. I couldn’t help but think if I’ll be a good mother. We’re not normal people, we are superheroes, we have enemies, we have a world to protect.”
“We can’t spend a lifetime worrying about what could happen. What did you tell me three days ago?”
“What did I tell you?”
“You’re not by yourself. You have Alex, J'onn, and even James: and that was only about the superheroing part. You also have Winn, Lena, Maggie, your earth mother Eliza..You’ll be a great mom. You’ve had good parenting figure for your whole life; I should be the one who doubts his capabilities of being a good dad.. You’ve met them, unfortunately. I grew up with maids and teachers, they were busy destroying Daxam’s society and I didn’t have a normal childhood.”
Kara cupped his face, “Hey, you’re not your parents. You are a different person, a much better person. You’ll be a great dad. We’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Kara.”
“No, thank you. For everything, thank you for being always here for me, for the past two years.”
“My pleasure.” He kissed her forehead and caressed her head.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight..and goodnight.” Mon-El’s hand stroked his girlfriend’s stomach, feeling like all his dreams were coming true: he couldn’t ask for a better miracle to happen to him.

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I know it’s really boring and there’s a few mistakes but i had to write something 😅😂😂 let me know what you think in my inbox or in the reblogs, thank you. ❤❤❤

X - Part Four

A/N: I’m sorry I took forever. I don’t really have a good excuse for making you all wait, so I don’t want to lie. This part was a bit hard for me to write and it came about after lots of pondering, rewriting, and various forms of editing. I like it though!

Also, I mention Baekhyun and Taeyeon’s relationship in this. Of course, I have no actual insight on this relationship and know no more than anyone else would. Just because this story includes one perception of the couple, does not mean it is my own personal theories or opinions. It’s part of my fictional story just like anything else. This goes for all future mentions of the couple. 

Thank you. Love you. Very much.

Part One Part Two Part Three 

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“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably true.”

Those were the first words Chanyeol spoke to me once we got in the car. I didn’t even get a chance to give him the directions to my home before he started explaining the situation I had gotten myself into.

“When they started dating in 2014, Baekhyun kept it a secret from everyone, and I mean everyone. The bastard didn’t even tell me. I had to hear it from SM’s announcement. Can you imagine that? Whatever, I don’t care.”

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You Came Back When I Was Saying Goodbye

Pairing: Marius Pontmercy x Reader

Request: @accio-hp-imagines: Hello! I saw you write for Marius Pontmercy and let me just say thank you!! Anyway could I request a oneshot where you are his girlfriend or just a very close friend in love with him and you are begging him not to go out and fight because you don’t won’t him wounded. He says it will be okay, but goes out and gets wounded and doesn’t come back for a few days, but eventually you two find each other again. Thank you so much, and sorry if that was a lot. You can change whatever you did too!

Warnings: Death? Sad sad sad! Oh and you get dumped in a boat..

**= flashbacks


BOOM CRACK WHIZ PHTANG

The cries of anguish and war rang all around you. You were never supposed to be here..

*”My darling, you can’t go out there. Word from nearby barricades gave word that their armies are too strong. You get hurt or killed even. Please Marius, you cannot go out there,” you usually weren’t this.. weak, but, you couldn’t help but beg. If Marius left he would be killed in the storm of bullets.

“My love, I must go. I can’t leave my brothers to die,” he pleads.

“What are you even saying? We can run. We can run as far as we need to as long as it means you’re safe. I’d run to the ends of the earth for you.”

“I know my darling.. which is why you must run for the both of us.” “What do you mean?” “(Y/n), you must leave. You cannot stay here for me to only be captured and taken with those barbarians.”

You were struck to the core as if he shot you with his words. “You cannot possibly be asking me to leave you. No. I know you’re not. You know I’d never go.”

He looked down at his feet and gave a chuckle. “I know you’d never leave me.. which is why I had to do what I had to do.” “I don’t understand Mar..” you were so confused. What could he possibly have done?

As if some force heard you’re thoughts, your love pulled you close and kissed you with everything he had. Emotion and passion poured from his touch, almost as if saying goodbye… oh no.

You suddenly felt yourself being ripped from your beloved. “What’s going on? Marius?” “I’m sorry, my darling. This is because I love you. Never forget that.”

Enjolras dragged you away as Marius averted his eyes, trying not to focus on your screams to let you go, back to your love. Your so called ‘best friend’ placed you on horse and rode you to the docks. He dropped you in a small ship hugging the fences. “Enjolras!” You were most definitely enraged.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I’ve done this by Marius’ request. A man by the name of Pollox will meet you where you dock. He’ll give you food, shelter, money. You’ll be well looked after.. goodbye, my friend. I hope we will one day meet again.”

At these words, Enjolras hurried back to his post. The jolting of the ship brought you back to reality. You leaped from the boat into murky water below. Swimming back to shore, you climbed the fence and sprinted back to the barricade.*

Here you were now. Dripping wet and frantically searching for your beloved. Guns were blazing and yells were released all around you. Chaos. Sadness. Strife. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of blood. You coughed and stumbled behind the barricade just in time to see Marius getting shot in the leg.

“MARIUS!” You tried to climb to reach him, but, Courfeyrac pulled you back as Marius was taken.

“Are you crazy?? You can’t go out there!” “LET GO ! I have to get to Marius!” “IT’S TOO LATE! ..it’s too late.” He embraced you in the middle of the gunfire. “It’s too late..”

You cried for the loss of your lover. You’re rock. You’re best friend.


6 months later:

You were walking down the street that once held that forsaken barricade. The past six months were hell for you. After the death of Marius, you tried to move. Start a new life. You moved in with Enjolras, one of the few barricade survivors, so you wouldn’t be alone. It wasn’t romantic at all, just two friends moving on with the loss of their brothers in arms. Renovations and repairs were almost finished, marking the half year point past that dreadful night. You were on your way home from visiting Courfeyrac and Govroche when a young man caught your eye. Usually, you would pay no mind to handsome stranger walking the streets, but, him.. he seemed almost.. familiar.

He slowly turned around and you gasped, tears wetting your eyes. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t breathe. After all this time..

You fell to your knees in the dirty street, sobbing for the time spent without him. The man turned his line of sight, gaze landing on you. The crying woman in the street. You blinked up at him in awe, not caring about the stares directed towards you.

“(Y/n),” he whispered. That voice. It was the voice of a fallen angel. One you thought would never grace your ears again.

“M-Marius.” He collapsed next to you, enveloping you in a warm embrace and dug his face in your neck, crying into you.

“My darling. I found you.”

2 hours later:

When the tears faltered and you were safe in the comfort of home, Marius explained to you what happened.

“They took me, (y/n). Those scoundrels took me behind their lines. They bound my wounds. I would have told them to kill me, but, that would mean I couldn’t see you again. I fought tooth and nail and snuck myself away from their camp. It took forever to get back here, (y/n), but I made it. I got here for you, my love.”

You finally realized how exhausted he looked. “Come. We can catch up in the morning. Right now you must rest.”

He changed into fresh clothes and you took him to your room. Tucking him in you kissed his forehead, lingering a bit longer than needed. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of being back. Being with you. Being home.

“(Y/n)?” “Yes, Marius?” He patted the side of the bed.

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” “Of course.”

You settled next to him, overjoyed to be in the arms of the one you love again. You didn’t think you’d see this day. He came when you were getting ready to say goodbye.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear.

“I love you too, my soldier,” you replied, safe in the arms of Marius Pontmercy.

When the stars are right...

Partaking in a game where the DM is not only seasoned, but a National place for IronGM you get into some serious situations, even at Level 1.

We three: Artificer, Druid, and Rogue; take up a quest to locate a strange object in a ruined castle, which is off-limits by the ruling emperor. Naturally, it will be tricky to get in. Part of which, involved using a gondola to navigate the drainage sewers. Think where storm drains converge. An old kenku gives us a series of turns to navigate them.

We didn’t realize it’d be like navigating Splash Mountain at Disney World w/ no safety equipment. The canal tunnels split, and keep coming faster.

–Epic Feat #1–
DM: You’ve missed your turn!

Artificer: “Oh no we haven’t” [OOC] whip around and fire my hook bolt at where the tunnel split behind us. Planting my feet at the back of the boat. (Winch-crossbow)

DM: Oho! Roll to hit with disadvantage.

Artificer: (rolls 19 total, higer was 22)

DM: Excellent! Now give me a strength save!

Artificer: [OOC] Ah hell.. of course my worst- (rolls Nat20) -BOOSH!

DM: Delightful. Now you two give me Dex saves!

Rogue & Druid pass, but the Druid faceplants in the boat.

DM: You’re doing so well, better keep it up! Now, mister manly, roll me some Athletics!

Artificer proceeds to roll between 10 (loses progress), 14 (gains a little) then finally a 20 total.

DM: Huzzah! You’ve managed to pull yourself back to the fork, yet your arms feel like they are ablaze! Such a herculean effort has left you nearly exhausted. Now for a constitution save.

Artificer: 18.

DM: -smirks- Well, you haven’t fainted. Hope you steer better in the future. Who knows where this labyrinth leads!

–Epic Feat #2–
As we neared the end of this aquatic gauntlet, the final turn comes into view. To our left, a sharp, near 80 degree turn. To our right, a gaping void of darkness.

Rogue: This might prove unfortunate…

Artificer: LEAAAAN! -hauls on the rudder-

DM: Athletics dear Artificer! Disadvantage from your fatigue, mind you.

Artificer: (20 total followed by 14) [OOC] Uh… izzat enough?

DM: It shall suffice. The boat twists violently towards the proper path. Dexterity saves!

Rogue: 25
Druid: [OOC] Uh oh…

DM: What is it?

Druid, timid: Four…

DM: With the sharp turn, our dear Druid is now sailing into the unfathomable darkness beyond, a yawning of sound echoing into the distance.

Rogue: [OOC] Nope, spending that inspiration I got earlier. I’m going to catch her, and get her back in the boat.

DM: You had better hope your luck holds out. Any less than 24 will get both of you finding how deep this place really goes. Acrobatics or Athletics, your choice.

Rogue: (Natty, totalling 28) clears his throat, flourishes his hand over the die.

DM: In a blur of burgundy, you leap from the gondola, pitching it forward, raising the ruined rudder from the water. Flip-kicking off the rim of this gaping hole to nowhere, you seize the druid from her plummet. Grasping the trailing mooring line, you fling the both of you back into the boat!

Rogue: I don’t like misfortune.

Relationship Goals

Request: 13. With Vernon?

13) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) wants to set you up with your bias. 

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Seventeen’s Vernon x Y/N

Type: Fluff


I straightened out the hem of my skirt just as a solid knock landed on the door. My shoulders immediately tensed and I retreated backwards into my bedroom. I took a few deep breaths and shut my eyes. 

There was a reason why I was single. 

“Y/N!” my roommate called down the hall. “Y/N, the boys are here!”

“Men! Actually…” came an unfamiliar voice from the living room. 

I stayed cemented in my spot, my palms immediately beginning to get sweaty. I didn’t do dates well. I was always much too awkward and nervous to leave any real impression. I had been in approximately two relationships since moving to Korea, and they weren’t anything to relate to a k-drama. 

“Y/N!” my roommate, Sammy hissed down the hall. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I called, nodding to myself. I stepped from my room and began into the living area. Two guys were standing next to Sammy. One I recognized as her boyfriend, Joshua. The other was a boy only a little bit taller than I was with dusty hair pushed back from his face. I tried to tell myself that everything would be fine, that was until he turned around. 

His large smile immediately grew on his face and a blush appeared before he even attempted to make eye contact. He was gorgeous. 

“Hi,” I said quietly, getting second hand embaressment from watching his reaction. 

“Hey,” he smiled. I began to offer my hand to him as he went in for a hug. We awkwardly met somewhere in the middle as he embraced me and I had my hand against his stomach. “I’m Vernon.”

“Y/N,” I nodded as we pulled away from each other. He flinched as our arms slid passed each other and I immediately picked up on the motion. He couldn’t handle this just as much as I couldn’t.

“I have the tickets for the amusement park,” Sammy smiled as she wrapped Joshua’s hand in hers.

“That should be fun, did you grab your coat?” Joshua’s kind voice replied as he beamed at Sammy. He was always the gentleman with her, and it was so inspiring to watch. They were definitely relationship goals. 

Vernon looked quickly from the adoring couple in front of us, back to me. “Uh…you..you have a jacket?” he stuttered, giving a small smile at the end of his sentence. 

I nodded motioning to the sweater tucked under my arm. “I think I’m good.”

“Oh, well….good thing,” he smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels. 

“So we’re going to the amusement park?” I asked, trying to inspire conversation. i was surprised at myself, but figured I’d take pity on someone who was more nervous than I was. “Do you like rollercoasters?”

“Love them. You can just call me an adrenaline junkie,” he stuttered, looking as if he was already caught in a lie. 

“But Vernon,” Joshua said, looking over with furrowed brows. “The last time we went on a roller coaster you-”

“We should probably get going, right? I don’t want the park to…uh, close? We should go,” he said quickly, grabbing my elbow and beginning to tug me from the room. As soon as his fingertips made contact with my skin, he acted as if I had burnt him and pulled away. A blush reappeared on his cheeks and I gave him a slow smile. This would definitely be interesting.


We were exhausted on the bus ride home. We had spent all day at the park, and now that it was near dusk, we had all agreed that the next course of action would to order take out and watch a movie. Vernon and I’s dynamics continued awkwardly, but I think we were both growing to accept it at this point. 

We sat along side each other and I looked up from my phone to see Sammy with her head tucked into Joshua’s shoulder and his arm draped around her. They looked so effortless. 

Meanwhile across the isle we were a mess of sweaty palms and giggles, neither of us even remotely prepared for whatever this was. 

“So…did Sammy tell you anything about me? Preparing for us to meet?” Vernon asked, tilting his head. 

“Well, she showed me some of your science videos on youtube and that was pretty much-” I began.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” he asked, switching gears. “I have a pretty eclectic taste, but you probably could’ve figured that one out.”

I nodded, giving him a careful smile. I was happy to see he was just as mortified by his prepubescent self as I was. Then again, at least my tween years weren’t uncovered for the world to see. 

Vernon reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his ipod, unraveling his headphones and offering one to me. I took it and placed it into my ear. Something I recognized as J.Cole began to pump through the small speakers and I closed my eyes, nodding along slowly to the music. 

I opened my eyes again to see Vernon carefully watching me, we made eye contact for a brief second before he looked away, an embarrassed smile playing on his lips. 

I took a deep breath and began to lean my head toward him, placing it on his shoulder. He froze as soon as our bodies made contact, his arm tensing up below my face. After a few moments, he began to relax, his shoulders slowly slumping again. 

“Hey Vernon,” I sighed, nearly falling asleep with the music in my ears and the gentle lull of the bus ride. 

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“Thank you for today,” I whispered, closing my eyes again. 

I could feel him shift to get a better view of my face, and a smile in his words. “Are you going to thank me every time we go on a date?”

“Assuming we have more dates?” I chuckled, still not opening my eyes. 

“Why wouldn’t we?” he asked a bit too quickly. 

“Well, Vernon Chwe,” I laughed. “You should be a bit more careful with your words or else I would think you like me.”

“I do like you,” he said quietly. I felt the heat radiating from his face. As soon as the words left his lips, I felt a quick kiss on my temple and his body began to tense up again. 

I sat up, opening my eyes and leveled him with a surprised expression. He watched me, his eyes darting from one part of my face to another. 

I smiled, placing my hand lightly in his. His palms were incredibly sweaty, but I didn’t mind. “I like you too.”

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

@kpop-prompts

Oh, the Struggle | one

Bucky x Reader (AU)

A/N: first time writing and posting a one shot/fanfic so please go easy on me. i used to work on wattpad but it was nothing permanent. so here’s my first ever bucky x reader on shot. i would love the feedback!!!

Word Count: 2632 | Rated: G

Warning: fluff, fluffy, fluff almost like cotton candy otherwise none.  

Masterlist here 

Originally posted by enochianess

It was rage, definitely rage… no I was annoyed, to the point where it was impossible.

How could he? That jerk.

I walk out of Terry’s office slamming the door shut behind me and out of the restaurant from the back door. I try to find something to calm myself but what the hell am I going to find in a shitty alley? So I crouch down sitting on the steps, trying not to tear up. I promised myself this morning, no matter what happens I will not cry.

Hell, no.

I wanted to scream though.

The door opened and I locked my jaw, ready to shout at whoever it was behind me. But I turn my head to look up, there he was smiling down at me warmly.

“Can I sit here?” He asks softly.

“It’s a free country,” I shrugged. He chuckles and swipes the place next to me with his rug before sitting.

“You know, he only means well.”

“Who?”

“Terry.”

At this I roll my eyes.

“Oh, my god Bucky. First of all, you are naïve. And second of all, you don’t even know what happened in there!” I groaned, frustrated.

“I think I heard it, pretty much the whole restaurant heard it too.” he said shyly.

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Timely Fashion (James Wesley)

Maybe you were overreacting, but it was the fourth time he’d come home late without saying a word. The other times you had let it slide but this time “late” meant 4:30 in the morning and with the escalated violence in Hell’s Kitchen it was near impossible to convince yourself he was okay.

When he finally did come home you greeted him by throwing your arms around his neck causing him to stumble slightly.

“Finally,” you mumbled into his neck, his hand hesitantly rubbing your back, still a little surprised at your reaction.

“You’re still awake?” He questioned with a hint of concern in his face. You stepped back, he sure was dim for a man who spoke so many languages.

“Of course I am! It is 4:30 in the morning and I haven’t heard a peep from you since you left yesterday morning! You were dead for all I knew!”

He sighed and glanced at his watch before pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“I’m sorry, I was preoccupied, but I’m here and alive now, shouldn’t that count for something? Y/N, let’s get to sleep, I’m exhausted and I’ve got less than an hour to sleep, my head is pounding and your fussing isn’t helping.”

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the thing where simon realizes that alec doesn’t completely hate him pt. 2

pt. 1 is right here 


This was the worst possible time for something like this to happen.

When there was no one else in the Institute, everything became inconvenient. There was no one working on food in the kitchen while you worked on cleaning. There was no one getting the gear ready while you got the weapons together. Alec figured that these minor annoyances would dictate the week.

He was not prepared to have to handle Simon dying on his bed with no one there to help him.

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Imagine being a healer and comforting Thranduil after the battle when he sees how many are injured

For wickedrum :)

Part 2

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The battle was over which meant you could finally get to work. You were an elven healer but had tried your best to fight alongside your kin, nearly getting killed more times than you can count, but now that it was over it was time to put your healing skills to use.

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butterbeer: remus lupin blurb

“There’s so much snow in my boots.”

A/N: Wow it’s Christmas here! I’m so thankful and appreciate my family so much.

Also, credit to @avengersfictionxreader for the prompt :)


The trip back from Hogsmeade was treacherous, the snow fell down rapidly and you could barely see through the thick layer of snow, you thought a blizzard may arrive.

“Remus this is a bad idea perhaps we should go back to The Three Broomsticks, it was warm in there!” You yelled, barely able to hear yourself. You turned to your left making sure he was still beside you and hadn’t fallen back without you realising.

“No that isn’t a bad idea at all, we need to go back now,” he replied, and you sighed with relief knowing that he was still there and okay. A hand reached for yours and you clasped it, blindly following the path that should be there, but was layered with snow. The snow had reached your ankles and it became even more difficult to find your way back to the store.

Finally, with a little help from Remus, who seemed to never give up despite the difficulties he may face, you reached the door of your favourite store. Shaking hands pushed the door open to an all too familiar place. The string of fairy lights that covered every wall, the ‘welcome to The Three Broomsticks’ sign along with the cheerful chatter that never seemed to die down. 

A rather loud voice who could not have been mistaken for Madam Rosmerta called “you poor darlings! Please come in, is there anything you would like?” 

You and Remus took off your coats and placed them on the coat rack.

“Two butterbeers please,” he asked politely, taking his gloves and beanie off.

“Of course, now take a seat! You must be exhausted,” she sympathised and walked off to the bar, the sound of her clicking heels becoming softer the more she walked through the crowd.

You found a spare table and beckoned Remus over, he happily took a seat and sighed, aching legs finally getting some rest.

“What a walk.” He laughed, rubbing your arm when he saw you shattering from the cold outside.

“That’s my exercise for the week,” you said, laughing along with him.

Madam Rosmerta came back with each hand filled with the creamy beverage.
“Here, if you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call for me! Also, have a very lovely Christmas you two.” She grinned, placing a jug in front of you and Remus.

“You too!” You offered, and she waved before going back into the crowd again.
You took a long sip, foam resting on your cupid’s bow. You turned towards Remus but he mirrored your expression, he too had foam on him. 

“You got a little somethin’.” He pointed and you wiped it off with the Christmas themed napkin.

“Right back at you.” You pointed back and giggled at his expression.

Finished jugs were in the middle of the table as you talked nonsense with Remus for what seemed like hours. Moments like these were what you cherished most of all.
You were looking at Remus as he talked about the depths of space when your eyes diverted ever so slightly to the window to notice the snow had stopped.

“I hate to interrupt Remus, but the snow has stopped,” you asserted, he turned to the window and saw that you were right.

“Let’s go before it starts up again,” he concluded, reaching for his gloves and beanie. You slid out of the chair and grabbed yours and Remus’ coat as he paid for the butterbeers.

The walk back wasn’t as nearly as bad compared to before. Your connected hands swung as you walked up the hill, finally seeing Hogwarts and it felt oddly comforting.

“There is so much snow in my boots,” Remus muttered, breaking the silence that fell upon you two.

You looked at his boots and back to him and let out a huff of laughter, he looked at you and faked annoyance.

“My boots are filled with snow too, you’re not alone on this one,” you reassured, this time he let out a huff of laughter. His demeanor relaxed and calm.

“First one back to Hogwarts wins!” You shouted and with a head start begun running up to the doors. It took Remus more than a second to comprehend what you said before he shouted “that’s not fair!”

You beat him by only a few seconds, his long legs at a high advantage. When he did reach you, you were bent over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“I win,” you boasted, looking up to him with a smirk on your face.

“If I knew about it before you started to run I would of bet you fair and square,” he shot back, arms crossed against his chest.

“Jealous?” You teased, amused glint in your eye.

“Me? Jealous? Never.” He grinned, turning around to offer you a piggy back. You accepted and jumped on his back. He stood and walked up the stairs towards to the Common Room, giving you cheesy Christmas jokes along the way.

Childish | Swazz

Requested by anon :  Can you do a swazz imagine where you cover his favorite shirt in disappearing ink as a prank, and he gets really mad and leaves, then comes back late at night??,

I really like this idea, omg.


 I was walking down the aisle of Target when I saw a big display of something called, “Disappearing Ink.” I’ve heard of this before but I’ve never really tried it out because that’s for children. I’m twenty-one.

  I picked up a little bottle and read the back of it. It says that disappears almost instantly after you squirt it. Hmm, that’d be fun to play with.

   I know I said that this was for children but I am a child at heart so who cares? Plus, this would make for a great prank to play on Swazz since he’s constantly pranking me. It’d be the perfect revenge.

   I placed the little bottle in my basket and continued to stroll down the aisle.


  When I got to mine and Swazz’s shared apartment, I put away all of the bags. I think Swazz was upstairs somewhere but I didn’t really need his help considering I only had three bags.

   I grabbed the bottle from the bag and opened it up. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs so I quickly stuck the bottle in my bra. “Oh hey babe, I didn’t hear you come in,” Swazz stated as he placed a kiss on my cheek.

    I placed a kiss on his lips. “What’d you do today?”

  “Nothing much,” he shrugged as he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. “I was bored waiting for you all day.”

    I chuckled lightly as I quickly took the bottle out of my bra. I really had no where else to put it, in my defense. I could have put it in my pants but then it’d make it look like I had a bulge. That’d be extremely noticeable.

     Swazz turned on the TV and was watching some show on MTV. I quietly snuck up behind him and I squeezed the bottle over his face which caused blue ink to appear all over his shirt.

     He immediately stood up and looked back at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “What the fuck was that for, (Y/N)? Are you fucking crazy?” He yelled. “Dude, this is my favorite shirt!”

      “Chill out,” I chuckled lightly. “It’s disappearing ink, it goes away.”

    He had a big blue spot in the middle of his shirt and it was splattered everywhere.

     He scoffed. “Don’t tell me to chill out. And oh, really? It doesn’t look like it’s disappearing! You know what’s going to go away? Me because what the actual fuck? Dude, I’m…. I’m so done, man.”

      He grabbed his phone and car keys off the table and walked out of the front door, slamming it shut.

   What just happened?


I was laying down in my bed when I heard the front door open. My eyes quickly widened and I turned to my side to tell Swazz that someone was in our house but oh yeah, I can’t do that because he left and still hasn’t came back.

I quickly got out of the bed and grabbed the baseball bat that was under my bed for situations like this. I carefully and slowly walked over to the door and quietly twisted the knob.

Once I was out of my bedroom, I carefully and quietly walked down the long stair case. 

When I reached the bottom, I saw a dark figure walking towards me. I immediately reacted by swinging the back which caused the person to yell. “(Y/N), chill!”

It was Swazz. I dropped the bat and turned the light on. “Oh my God, did I hit you?’

“No,” he shook his head.

He continued to walk over towards me and he placed his hands on my waist. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m a dick and I overreacted. I was being childish and I couldn’t take a joke. I’m sorry, you know I love you, right?”

“Of course,” I smiled lightly and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’s okay just next time, don’t get so mad over a shirt. I understand it your favorite but you’d really leave me over messing up your shirt?”

He shook his head and chuckled lightly. “No, I would never leave you for anything. I love you. Now lets go to sleep because I’m exhausted.”     

College Girl // Grayson Dolan

Hey guys!! Here’s my first Dolan twin imagine are you excited?!?! Because I am😉 love you guys lots❤️ sorry it’s so short, it’s hard to develop a lot of these😭

School just let out and I walked outside to my car. I threw my bag in the backseat and sat down, starting the car and beginning to drive home. I checked the time and saw that it was almost 3. I decided to surprise Grayson at school since he finished at 3 and I had nothing better to do. I drove and pulled into the school parking lot and got out of my car and leaned against it, so he could see me when he came out. I saw everyone pile out of the school and in the crowd I saw Grayson with Ethan and a bunch of their friends. He got closer and did a double take before a huge smile coming onto his face. I smiled too and he ran over to me and I pulled him into a tight hug.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I just got out of school, thought I’d come pick you up,” I smiled.
“I’m cool with that,” he smirked as he placed his hands on the car behind me and leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I happily kissed back. When we pulled apart I saw his friends standing around.
“Come,” Grayson smiled as he interlaced his fingers with mine and brought me to his friends.
“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Grayson said.
“Nice to meet you,” Ethan joked as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I slapped it and laughed.
“Shut up, Ethan,” I said.
“You’re in college?” one of his friends asked.
“Yeah, first year,” I grinned proudly.
“Dude, how did you manage to get her?” his friend whispered. I pretended to ignore it to spare the poor kid the embarrassment.
“Yeah she’s hot,” another one whispered. I stifled a laughed as I turned towards Ethan to stop hearing the conversation going on on the other side of me.
“So, did you have Ms. Miller today?” I asked.
“Yes!!” Ethan groaned.
“She’s the worst isn’t she,” I laughed.
“Yeah, totally,” Ethan laughed.
“So glad I never have to see that biatch ever again,” I said.
“Yeah you’re so lucky,” Ethan sighed.
“It’s okay, soon enough you’ll be out of this hell hole,” I grinned as I ruffled his hair.
“We’re gonna go now guys, I’ll see you Monday,” I heard Grayson say.
“It was cool meeting you guys,” I smiled.
“Especially you,” I looked at Ethan, joking again.
“Bye Y/N!” they exclaimed. I waved as we walked back to my car and got in, Grayson coming in beside me. I smiled at him as I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving to my house.
“My friends are so jealous,” he laughed.
“How come?” I asked.
“Because I have an older girl,” he winked.
“Guess you got lucky,” I smirked as I quickly glanced over at him.
“They also think you’re hot, which I 100% agree with,” he said.
“Shut up,” I laughed as I kept my eyes on the road.
“Well it’s true!” he whined. I sighed as I shook my head.
“Having an older girlfriend is like, a major achievement,” he continued.
“That’s funny,” I laughed. I found it funny that the age of someone’s girlfriend was important, boys were weird that way.
“Your friends seem like nice people,” I said.
“Yeah they’re alright,” he chuckled. I pulled into my driveway and we got out of the car and walked inside. We skipped together into my room and I flopped onto my bed, my face in my pillow.
“I’m so exhausted,” I groaned. I felt the bed sink next to me and Grayson’s hands began running through my hair. I smiled widely and rolled over so I was on my back. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down and pressed my lips against his.
“Now I don’t have your friends watching,” I winked as I briefly pulled away. I kissed him again and after a while we finally pulled apart.
“Can we cuddle and order chinese food?” I pouted.
“Of course,” he grinned. I sat up and leaned against the headboard as Grayson put his arm around me and held me close.
“I love you, Gray,” I smiled.
“I love you too,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my head. We spent the whole night watching movies and eating chinese food together, a perfect start to the weekend.

bailci  asked:

For the Valentine's Day thing, do you think you could 23 + 24? Because they would work better together...I think :3

23: Arguing 

24: Making up Afterwards 

This is from solangelo’s 30 Day OTP Challenge for Valentine’s Day and I’m really excited to be apart of it!


“This isn’t about him!” Nico shouted. He wasn’t really sure why this was escalating so much so quickly, but anger clouded his rational thinking.

Really?” Will sneered. “Well, you could’ve fooled me! I’m pretty sure this is exactly about him!”

Really, what was so damn important about someone other than Will flirting with Nico? “This about you not trusting me!” The venom dripping off his words was enough to melt iron, but Will was made of something different.

“Me not trusting you?!” 

“This is about you not fucking trusting me not to cheat on you!” Nico stood on his toes to try and even the playing field and get into Will’s face. Something small in the back of Nico’s mind screamed at him. It’s not worth it! It’s not worth losing him! He ignored it, but did step out of Will’s face. 

“Of course I trust you! But I don’t trust him! You work with him, Nico! You see him every day! He’s not going to stop trying to get in your fucking pants just because you said no!” Will was panting by now, deep heavy breaths that betrayed just how much this was taking out of him. 

“So what do you want me to do? Get a new job?” Nico stood calmly, his breathing even and controlled. 

“No! I just-” he growled in frustration and knotted his hands in his hair. “I don’t know! I’m just, worried about you!” 

“Well, when you finally figure out what you want, let me know.” With clipped words as cold as ice, Nico turned and walked into their bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click. 

To Will, that was worse than slamming it. 

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Two hours. That’s how long it took for Will to calm down and realize that maybe, he was being a little overprotective. He stood at the door to their room, waiting for it to magically open itself so he didn’t have to do it himself, but the sound of glass shattering brought his hand to turn the knob. 

Walking through the threshold into the room, Will scrunched his eyebrows and looked around in the darkness. “Nico?” He called softly, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Clicking it on, he took in the sight. 

Nico lay curled up on his side of the bed with a broken glass covering the sheets, his arm and hand bleeding. “Oh, Nico.” He said softly, sweeping Nico into his arms and carrying him into the bathroom. He didn’t ask how or why, and somehow, that made the whole situation worse for Nico and he started crying.

After wrapping his arm up and cleaning up the glass, Will took a cool cloth to Nico’s face, gently wiping off the tears as they fell from his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Nico. I overstepped my boundaries. I trust you. I was just jealous and frustrated.” Will wiped off a stray tear on Nico’s cheek as he nodded.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive. It’s just as much my fault for not trying harder to get him to stop flirting.” Exhausted, Nico leaned against Will’s broad chest. “Are we okay now?”

“Of course, darling.” Will gently carried Nico back to bed, laying him down and wrapping him up in his arms. Will fell asleep to the feeling of Nico’s heartbeat.


I don’t have an excuse for this fic so I’ll just apologize for it. 

2

You just found them at the bottom of your underwear drawer while you were looking for clean socks. Not knowing what the thin, black fabric was, you pulled it out, only to be surprised when you found out they were a lot longer than you had anticipated. You didn’t exactly remember when you bought them, let alone that you had abandoned them in your underwear drawer, but now you were curious. You looked around at your surroundings, despite that you were by yourself in your room and that the door was closed and that he was in the office and would probably stay there for the next few hours.

You had always been curious to try on cute, lacey things, but never full on lingerie. Something about it made you squeamish, like you’d never pull it off, and what’s the point if its literally going to be pulled off? But here were a pair of some pretty cute thigh highs you had never known you bought, so what’s stopping you? It wasn’t exactly lingerie, and it was something you definitely had to try on.

And so a few minutes later, your jeans were shrugged off and you were sitting on the bed, pulling the last thigh high on. You looked down at your legs stretching them out in front of you, pointing and wiggling your toes, testing to see if you actually approved of them. Then you stood up and went to the mirror leaning against the wall.

For a second, you grabbed and pinched at your thighs, second guessing your decision, but then you ran your fingers over the material of your thigh highs. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe you’ll keep them on for a bit.

A bit ended up being longer than you had originally planned. By the time night rolled around, you were lying in bed under the covers with only your t shirt, some tiny boy shorts, and those thigh highs you quickly grew to love. You were lying on your front, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to come to bed, though it wouldn’t be until later in the night. You always slept earlier than he did, falling asleep by yourself, and waking the next morning cuddled into his side. Tonight didn’t seem to be any different as your eyes drifted closed mid-scroll and your mind slowly faded into slumber.

You didn’t know how long you were asleep until you felt the blanket being lifted off your body and you sleepily shifted your body from your front onto your side as you mumble a nearly inaudible, “Hi.”

“Where did you get those?” Dan asked, making your eyes shoot open.

He was stating at your legs with wide eyes as he crawled into bed with you. You tiredly moved closer to his side and smiled contently as he snaked his arm around your shoulders, warmed up by the constant comforting heat from his body.

“I found them in my drawer,” you explained in a very exhausted mumble. “I don’t remember getting them, but I like..” You trailed off, sleep catching up to your system.

“They look really good on you,” Dan said, thus waking you up again. “Really, really good.. You.. you look really fucking sexy, if I’m honest.”

You smiled, feeling yourself blush as you hid your face in his chest. Dan wrapped both his arms around your back and squeezed you affectionately, letting out a small laugh at your bashfulness.

“Do you really like them?” you asked, now shy as you leaned back.

“Yeah, of course! You’re..” His eyes traveled down to your legs again, this time his hand going as well. You watched his face as you felt his fingers trace over the pattern at the hem of your thigh highs. Dan lightly quirked an eyebrow, and he held his lip between his teeth. “..s-something needs to be done about this,” he concluded.

You chuckled, sliding your hands under his t shirt. “Hmm what do you suggest?”

He rolled you over so he was hovering over you, and his lips were brushing across your jaw, making the goofy smile on your face spread wider.

“You know exactly what’s going to happen,” he said in your ear.

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[ Junkrat joins the team. Symmetra absolutely hates him. Slow-burn Junkrat/Symmetra with a struggle of chaos versus order. Series of connected vignettes and drabbles that will outline the gradual development of an odd relationship between two dissimilar individuals who happen to view the world’s components through a similar lens. Alternatively, “In which Junkrat grows on Symmetra like an undesirable plant on the sidewalk and she copes with it in progressively worsening ways.” ]

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Welcome Home - 4/4

Luke:

I had gotten a text from Liz a few hours ago, inviting me to a game night at the Hemming’s house. I didn’t find it too odd, because she knows how lonely I get sometimes when Luke is on tour. When I arrived Liz was in the kitchen starting dinner and Luke’s brothers and their girlfriends were on the couch in the living room, along with Luke’s dad. I smiled and said hello to each of them before heading to the kitchen to see Liz. When she sees me she pulls me into a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you Y/N”

“You too Liz, need any help?” Soon all of my loneliness was washed away in the busy task of cooking and joking with Luke’s family. Liz called everyone in to eat and help set the table. But as soon as everyone arrived in the dining room, the doorbell rang.

“Y/N could you please get that for me.” Liz said placing a bowl on the table.

“Sure!” I put down the last plate and went to go get the front door, curious as to see who it was. When I opened the door a tall boy dressed in black stood in the doorway.

“LUKE!” I screeched throwing myself into his arms, causing him to drop his bags. I was pretty sure I was squeezing the life out of him but I didn’t care because he was here. Finally, in my arms.

“I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear burying his face in my neck.

“I’ve missed you too.” I mumbled against his shoulder, fighting back tears of happiness. I released him and turned around to see his family smiling at us.

“Surprise, Y/N” Luke’s oldest brother said. I smiled at all of them. One by one they all came over and gave Luke a hug.

“You knew?”

“Of course, and Luke we have dinner ready.” Liz said, hugging Luke last. His family started back for the kitchen eager to eat. Luke started to go after them, obviously hungry, but I pulled on his arm, turning him toward me.

“Welcome home.” I whispered as I kissed him, sweetly.

Calum:

I had just arrived at the airport and it was already packed. Calum and the boys were supposed to be coming back today, but it was during a holiday so not only were there lots of travelers but a bunch of screaming fans into the mix. Wonderful. I had been waiting for what seemed like forever. The crowd was extremely thick around the terminal, so you stayed back but stayed in clear view of the entrance. I looked down to my phone as it buzzed in my hand.

We are starting to land, see you in a few xx”

The cute text from Calum immediately put a smile on my face. I could hardly wait any longer. It had been a six month tour and each month had been brutal. But they would be home for a long time for the holidays, which made little bubbles of excitement burst in my chest. A couple of his fans spotted me and called my name wanting me to come over and probably take pictures.

“Y/N! Have you heard when they are getting here?” One girl who wanted a picture asked me.

“He texted me a few minutes ago that he texted me and said they were starting to land.” They all started smiling and getting excited. It made me happy how much the boys meant to them. After a few more pictures and surprisingly some autographs, an announcement for their flight came over the speaker. The screams of fans were deafening as I saw their crew emerge with some carry-on bags. And then Luke showed up after and the screaming impossibly went up two octaves. Look spotted me and came over for a quick hug.

“Hello Y/N, Calum should be next.”

“Hey, I want to say hello to you guys too!” He just chuckled and gave me one more squeeze before moving over to his fans.

“Y/N!”  I turned hearing my name to see Calum step out of the terminal. Tears sprang to my eyes without my consent as I ran to him. I threw my arms around his neck as he lifted me in a tight hug. He squeezed me tightly as I buried my head in his chest, tears of joy running down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” He whispered to me sweetly, pulling my head up and wiping the tears away.

“I’m sorry, I just missed you so much.”

“I know.” He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss. I pulled away whispering, “Welcome home Cal.”, before attaching my lips to his again.

Ashton:

“Do you have all of your bags?” Ashton questioned making sure I had everything together before we boarded the plane.

“Yes Ash.” I sighed since it was only like the hundredth time he has asked.

“I just don’t want you to forget anything!” He grabbed my hand intertwining his fingers with mine.

“I know.” I stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. Our flight was called and we boarded the plane that would take us into the night and back home for a holiday. All of the boys were tired, including me, since our flight left at 6pm. Perfect for sleeping is what Mikey told me. That boy can sleep anywhere.  We loaded all of our carry-on bags in the overhead compartment and took our seats. I sat with Ashton and the others were seated behind us.

“No funny business up there you two.“ Luke joked, leaning in between our seats.

“I should be telling you that!” I giggled. Having heard the safety instructions multiple times Michael and Calum started mocking the poor flight attendant under their breath. But as soon as the plane left the ground and electronics were allowed on, the boys were fast asleep behind us.

“Finally.” Ashton grumbled good naturedly. I smiled at him and turned my head  into his shoulder.

“You should sleep babe, it’s gunna be a long flight.” I mumbled and closed my eyes, burying my head further into his shoulder.

***

I woke to Ashton’s lips on my forehead.

“Babe wake up, we’re here.” I shook my head, still tired and not ready to get up.

“Hey, don’t give me that!” He giggled his cutely. I looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

“I’m still tired.” I pouted.

“I know baby but we’re here.” I looked out the plane window seeing the airport lights. I turned back to him and he pressed his lips to mine.

“Welcome home babe.”

Michael:

I can’t wait to see you babe xx”

I read the text from Mikey. He was coming home for a holiday shortly. Last I heard he was packing for their flight. He would arrive at our flat tomorrow afternoon and I was beyond excited. I don’t think I would have been able to sleep if it wasn’t already 1:30 in the morning. I got ready for bed alone, hopefully for the last time in a while. And climbed into bed ready for sleep to take me.

***

I rolled around in bed. Something had woke me up but I couldn’t tell what. That’s when I heard it again. It sounded like footsteps and movement coming from outside my bedroom door. I sat up in bed, yelping as the door swung open.

“MIKEY! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” I yelled jumping up from the bed and running over to him. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry babe, but our flight got moved forward, and I was going to surprise you … but I forgot about the time difference.” He said sheepishly, running a hand through his messy hair.

“You always forget about that.” I chuckled. He bent down and gave me a quick kiss.

“Can we go to bed and cuddle now? I’m exhausted.”

“Of course.” I smiled and climbed into bed. Him following me after he put his bags down and changed. Once he crawled in, he wrapped himself around me and kissed the top of my head, humming.

“It feels so good to be back.” I smiled and kissed him lightly.

“Welcome back Mikey.”