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old wounds


I’m not sure how some people find calm in meditation…any time I close my eyes and try to find peace I end up opening old wounds. I’m not hopeless though. Eventually I’ll find tranquility out there, & I imagine it’ll be…good.

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Someone pointed out we did not yet have Equality Valter and that made me sad, so here is a No Pants edit. He probably ought to have garters for Full Equality Points but I don’t want to spend that much time on this.

(I know the pointing out was the opposite of a request, but I am a cat. I’m not sorry.)

          i’m very attached to my muses. that means, i want to see them grow. i want to see their personalities expand far beyond that which was provided in canon ( or, if they’re an oc, i want to see their personalities cultivate beyond anything i’d ever planned out for them ). i want to be amazed by my muse when they do something i never thought they’d ever do. i want to be surprised. i follow them through their relationships with other muses, i watch them develop. when a muse that my muse cares about disappears, i feel the hit just like my muse does. this is nothing against the other muse, and nothing against the mun. i grow very attached to my muses; they become my best friends. they become a part of me.

It Ethan. Behold the true @crankgameplays
He a good ice cream boi.
He totally doesnt have drugs anywhere. Look at that pure face. How could that face be anything but lawful.

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do you feel that too?

anonymous asked:

luffy would probably meet his brothers' gfs like: (wraps himself around the gf) ' so you're ace/sabo's girlfriend? nice to meet ya!! do you like meat too?' ' OI OI LUFFY YOU CANT JUST WRAP YOURSELF AROUND PEOPLE YOU JUST MET!'

Okay but Sabo and Ace are freaking out because they’re the kind of boyfriends that are really respectful and like they only kiss you three times a day because they don’t want to make you uncomfy?? So if your hands ever touch slightly they’re like “OMG I AM SO SORRY *BLUSH* ARE YOU OKAY?”

So when they see their little brother all over you when they barely introduced you to him, all over you and you’re smiling widely and giggling and blushind and- “OI LUFFY! STOP TOUCHING HER!”, and Luffy would probably laugh and wrap you tighter, (if he sees your okay with it), and be like “hey! I think I like you! What’s your name? Are you good at fighting?”, like Luffy would love you because you’re his brother’s gf so you’re pretty cool and he’d love you more if you have a devil’s fruit power or something, but he’d love you very much even if you don’t

anonymous asked:

Okok so it can be a scenario or a list of things idc buuuuut super insecure MC going to an art exhibit with V to find out that his entire gallery are beautiful pictures of her /a lot of them are nudes too because insecure but V obviously finds her beautiful/ and he wins?? And everyone finds the photos incredible. And she's never felt more happy and beautiful. I just want V to have a good happy damn ending with MC

This is wonderful yes! I’ll write this as V has his eyesight.

~Okay but I changed it just a little bit, I’m sorry. I love the idea but I also don’t want anyone putting nudes up of someone without their consent? So MC has said yes to the photos but hasn’t seen them so that’s the surprise okay? I hope you don’t mind!


[VxReader/MC]

Fluffy fluff <3

Word Count: 1,278


     “Don’t be nervous,” V spoke in that calm way of his.

     It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to be put on display for everyone to see. Months ago he had asked if you would be his sole subject for an upcoming gallery. It was his big comeback after getting the eye surgery, and the only thing he said he wanted to shoot-was you. How he talked you into this, you’ll never know. Well…you did know. It’s because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he talked had you believe it yourself for the first time. But staring at your reflection in the mirror now, thinking about all those people who had been anxiously waiting for his return and packed in to the space like sardines gawking at the photos, your stomach was doing flips. What if they didn’t like them? V hadn’t even let you see the pictures, he said he ‘wanted it to be a surprise.’ You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking deep breaths to calm yourself and fumbling with the stupid clip of your necklace.

     V moved your hair to the side and took the clasp from your hands, kissing your neck softly after securing it. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. He smelled of his cologne.

     “Ready?” he hummed excitedly.

     “No,” you pouted.

     “It’s going to be alright,” he chuckled, “have faith in me.”


      Just as you expected, the space was packed. An uproarious applause incited by your arrival lasted for what seemed like an hour, and your cheeks were feeling hot. A few faces stuck out in the crowd of strangers. People you’d had dinners with or photographers friends of V’s. The room was buzzing and you were feeling sick.

     “I need a glass of champagne,” you squeezed his hand.

     “Alright, love. Wait right here, I’ll be back,” he replied before disappearing.

     You had tried to avoid looking at the pictures but you supposed you had no choice now. The memory attached to each photo replayed in your mind while looking at them. That close up of your face. He had pulled the camera up and snapped that picture in the middle of a conversation, “your eyes are sparkling so brightly right now,” he’s said.

     And that angled photograph on you among tall trees looking towards the sky. You’d both been out on a nature hike that day and you stopped to admire the sun shining through the leaves.

     And the black and white portrait of you nude on the bed, body parts peeking out through the silk sheet. You almost choked. That was taken one night after you’d just finished having sex. He’d rolled out of the bed and reached for his camera.

     “V, no…” you had put your hands over your face.

     “Please…you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’d love to capture this for the gallery. The flush of your cheeks and your messy hair framing your face…you look sexy and elegant and confident. Please, would you let me?”

     “Well…alright…but keep the compliments going,” you laughed.

     You had forgotten about that one. Oh god, where was that champagne? Looking around you caught soundbites and snippets of conversation.

     “This really is his best work yet.”

     “What a comeback!”

     “These are really inspiring, I’ve already chosen the one I’d like to purchase.”

     “This whole collection is so beautiful and raw, I’m in love!”

     It was almost too much to take in. People were liking photos of…you? Buying photos of you? It was like being in the twilight zone. How many times had you cried in a dressing room when something didn’t fit right, or looked at yourself in the mirror after a shower with disgust? And now here you were, body on display for the world to see, and they were enamored with you? At some point in your trail of thoughts a smile had spread on your lips. Perhaps you hadn’t given V enough credit…

     “That’s you, correct? You’re the girl in these?” a tall man had taken a spot next to you.

     “Oh…um, yes. I am,” you nodded and blushed.

     “These are excellent. I am particularly interested in this one here,” he gestured to a photo of you smiling with his cocktail, “what modeling agency are you with? I think I have a few opportunities for you. Would you like to go to dinner maybe, talk things over?” he took a confident sip of his drink.

     “Careful, buddy. Don’t steal her away from me now,” V appeared with your champagne glass and handed it to you, chuckling and slipping his free hand around your waist.

     “V! My apologies, I didn’t realize… Well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” he shrugged, “excuse me, then,” he took a few steps and mingled himself into another group.

     “I’m sorry I took so long. Every step I was getting pulled in for a chat”

     “It seems like everyone is raving about your work,” you noted before taking a much needed sip.

     “Yes. But what do you think?” he replied in that serious tone, like he was nervous to even ask.

     “I…I love it. I’m shocked, but I love it.”

     “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I know you were hesitant at first. But, I wanted everyone-including you, to see just how beautiful you really are. To see you as I see you. Come on, let’s look at them all together,” he beamed.

     It was a night of praises and cheers. It seemed everyone was pining over the photos and praising your looks. Every group had something wonderful to say. ‘You’re a lucky man, V’ ‘What a beautiful couple you two make’ ‘I’d take her photos, too’ ‘Will you be doing a second collection like this one?’

     As the evening dwindled down you felt like floating. All of your fears and insecurities seemed so small and insignificant now as V held your hand and kissed your forehead in pure joy at the responses you both had received.

     “V, all of the works have sold! I can’t believe it. What a night!,” the woman who ran the gallery was gushing. She might have even been a little buzzed off of champagne in celebration of the success.

     “I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.

     “But there is a man who wants to talk to you. It’s about that photo, the one you didn’t want sold?”

     “Oh? Alright then, where is he?”

     She led you both to a large man in a thick black coat. He was holding a drink in his gloved hand, his eyes transfixed on that black and white portrait of you on the bed.

     “Ah, the man of the hour!” he shook V’s hand, “now you can explain to me why this lady here says I can’t buy this piece.”

     “I’m glad you like it,” he laughed, “but it’s just as she said. It’s not for sale. I wanted to add it to the gallery, but I’m afraid I can’t part with it.”

     “I’m a determined man, V. I’ve been a fan of your work for a long time now. This photo is emotional and brilliant. This woman looks fierce but elegant. It’s truly captivating. I don’t like to take no for an answer. Now, if it’s a matter of money…”

     V couldn’t help but smile and nod, all three of you were now gazing at the picture.

     “Right you are,” V replied, “but I’m sorry. This one is just for me.”

Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!

“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”

Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”

It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.

She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”

“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it.  “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”

Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.

Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”

Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”

Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”

Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.

“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”

“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”

She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”

“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”

Annabeth laughed. “Lucky me.”

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Wedding Grouch

I have not written for a VERY long time and I just wrote this like ten minutes ago and it it way past midnight idk why I am up but here is this, sorry if it hurts your eyes. Angsty fluff per usual :) also switches POV partway through so watch for that so u don’t get confused! Love you guys //


Reader’s POV

I watch with a furrowed brow as Shawn makes a big show of huffing and checking his watch, successfully grabbing the attention of everyone at our table. We’re at my coworker’s wedding and the whole time my boyfriend has been moody and huffy. I’ve been patient with him since this morning when he purposely made us late by waking up forty-five minutes after the alarm and pulling over to three different gas stations on the way, but his behavior is becoming flat-out rude. I watch as the man next to Shawn tries to start a conversation only for Shawn to subtly roll his eyes and pull out his phone, answering a text message before continuing to stare across from him, looking as if this was the worst place in the world to be.

“Hey,” I nudge him from my seat next to him. He continues to stare straight forward, raising his eyebrows and exhaling as a sign of acknowledgement.

I frown slightly. “Why so grumpy tonight? Did something happen?” Of course, I know what happened. He doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to spend his whole day at the wedding of someone he’s talked to maybe four times before. But this is one of the only people that like me at my new job, and I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. Parties and weddings are hard to come by for me as I don’t get out much and don’t really get invited to a lot.

“Nothing. Just didn’t know that ‘just a few hours’ meant all day.”

I’m a little shocked by his bluntness, but try to keep the conversation under control. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. We’ll leave in a little bit,” I say, hoping to avoid an argument.

He mumbles something under his breath.

“Sorry, what?”

I said, ‘That’s what you said two hours ago!’” He repeats loudly. The eyes of everyone at our table and nearby ones are on us and I feel my cheeks flush red.

My jaw drops slightly at his outburst. I shake my head a little. “Okay…” I mutter, pushing my chair back and making my way to the drink bar. I am going to have fun tonight, with or without Shawn.


Shawn’s POV

           Watching her walk off to the bar with her glass in hand, I mentally kick myself for what I just said. That was a dick move. I groan, shoving my chair back and standing. I know that she had been really excited for tonight for a while, and I hadn’t even told her she looked nice when we left, too busy trying to make us as late as possible. All I wanted to do was spend my day off napping and watching Grey’s Anatomy with her, and maybe have sex, before I had another interview tomorrow. That obviously isn’t going to happen anymore, but I also just feel like an asshole for ruining the night she’s been looking forward to.

           I stop a couple feet away from her, though, and watch as a tan and tall blond guy comes up behind her, tapping her shoulder. She turns around, taking a sip of her wine and smiling with her eyes. He grins at her, looking confident and flirtatious as he says something that makes her laugh. She takes the hand he offers her and she sets her glass down at a nearby table, heading out to the dance floor with him. I clench my fists a little and narrow my eyes as I watch him put his hands where only mine should be.

           Of course, a slow song comes on just as the last one ends. I roll my eyes and plop down in the seat next to the glass she set down, playing with it absentmindedly as I watch her laugh again.

           It’s about four songs later before she finally comes back, all smiles and cheeks flushed. I raise my eyebrows at her.

“Have fun?” I ask, taking a sip of her wine. 

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Yeah, actually I did. Aiden’s nice, and, besides it’s not like anyone else was asking me to dance.”

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, but plow forward anyway. “You didn’t have to go dancing with some other guy.”

“And you didn’t have to sit here pouting all night,” she says, grabbing her glass out of my hands and walking off, probably to find Aiden.

When I can’t take the sight of Aiden flirting with her anymore, I sigh, standing and following her. Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, bending down in her ear to murmur, “’M sorry, babe.”

She shrugs me off and continues her conversation with Aiden, who looks a little confused but goes along with it anyway. I huff, waiting for their conversation to be done while keeping one arm around her shoulder the whole time. It’s Aiden who acknowledges me first, though.

“Hey, man, did you need something?” He says, flashing his annoyingly white teeth.

I smile back. “Just wanted to talk to my girlfriend.”

Aiden nods, looking a little disappointed but not surprised. “Okay, I’ll leave you be then. I had a really great time meeting you,” he says to her and she smiles, waving as he grabs his jacket from the chair. She waits till he’s out of sight before rounding on me with crossed arms and eyebrows raised.

I raise my hands in surrender. Though it wasn’t really the kind of attention I wanted, I was happy she was at least acknowledging me.

“That was so rude, Shawn,” she says.

“Sorry. I had to talk to you, though” I say, grabbing her hand and lacing our fingers though she doesn’t curl hers around mine. “Come on, want to dance?”

She tugs her hand from mine. “Not anymore, Shawn!” she says as if it was an insult. She scoffs and shakes her head, starting to walk away, but I grab her wrist and lead her to the floor as I hear another slow song come on.

“Come on, please. For me?” I pout, not waiting for an answer as I pull her to the center of the floor. She stands motionless, so I guide her hands to loop around my neck and place mine firmly on her hips.

She avoids eye contact with me, looking down and to the sides but never meeting my gaze. “Hey,” I say, ducking my head to meet our foreheads. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your night.” 

She pulls her head back. “You can’t just go around acting like a toddler when you don’t get your way for once, Shawn. Everyone noticed your mood.”

I cringe. “I know, I know, babe. I’m sorry. I was just cranky and tired and jealous. ‘M sorry.”

She doesn’t say anything, instead looking off to the side again and nodding. “Babe…” I whine. “Please stop being mad at me…” She still doesn’t say anything so I pull her into me by the waist, wrapping my arms around around her shoulder and head as she resists. I rest my chin on top of her head, squeezing her lightly as she protests.

“I’m not gonna stop bugging you till you forgive me,” I say, spinning us a little.

“Shawn, stop.” I can hear her laugh lightly. “I’m serious.”

“Was that a laugh? Hallelujah,” I say, releasing her and flashing a dorky smile.

She frowns, resuming her silent treatment, pretending to have not given in a second ago.

I groan, grabbing her by the shoulders and bringing her forehead to my lips.

“Babe. I. Am. So. Sorry. I. Love. You. I. Was. A. Jerk.”

Her hands wrap around my wrists as I kiss her all over her face between every word. She giggles. Thank God. I pull back and stare at her with puppy eyes.

She rolls her eyes playfully. “I know you were,” she says, standing on her tiptoes for a kiss. “But I forgive you.”

anonymous asked:

Langst prompt: Lance has been underselling his battle wounds.. his arm's been broken for four weeks but we can still function so " it's just been really sore lately, no biggie." ( Me right now... I said that to my dad this morning) once he does get out of the pod everyone wants to know why he never said anything he tells them that Voltron was more important than a few broken bones and a gaping wound or two, what if you guys needed me while I was in the pod?

Ohhhhhh~~~~~

Also I hope you’re feeling better!

Mentions of Injuries 

Lance groaned in pain as he sat back in his chair in Blue. “Blue, can you get me out of here? I need to check myself over.” Blue purred in response and took off from where she was stationed. Lance reached up and pulled his helmet off his head and wiped the sweat that was formed. He just ran back from a Galra base, he was snipping them down but ended up getting surrounded and had to fight his way out. Yet before he could escape one of the Galra managed to grab his arm.

Lance ran his left hand down his body and bit back a scream when he touched his right shoulder. It felt hot and Lance could tell it was swollen. Lance closed his eyes and pulled up a video chat with Hunk. “Hey Hunk.” 

“Lance! Thank goodness you’re okay! We were all worried about you. Are you okay? You look pale and sweaty?” 

Lance nodded, “Yeah the Galra scared me….I got closer than I wanted to.” 

Hunk nodded, “well everyone else headed back to the castle when they saw Blue starting to fly. I’m almost back to the castle, how far are you?” 

Lance looked at his map and focused on the distance left, “maybe 10 to 30 ticks.” 

“Alright, I’ll be in the kitchen making something special for your success!” Hunk closed the video chat and Lance slumped back into his chair. His arm throbbed in pain and he could feel Blue’s concern. “I’m okay girl, just a little sore that’s all.” A few ticks later Blue landed in the castle and Lance slowly made his way to his room, smiling at his teammates and fighting back tears when Shiro patted his shoulder in congratulations. 

As soon as Lance reached his room and snapped off his armor and peeled back his body suit. His arm from his elbow up to his shoulder was swollen and was slowly turning a deep purple. It felt warm to the touch and Lance nearly cried when his fingers brushed a little too rough against his skin. 

Lance slowly moved his shoulder in a small circle, moving through the pain that shot through his body. Well, I can still move it, that’s good at least. I should be fine, this is nothing to worry about. I just need to keep this a secret, don’t want to worry the team after all.

“Lance, dinner time!” Coran’s voice was muffled through his bedroom door and Lance managed to pull his everyday shirt on without blacking out because of the pain. 

“Coming Coran!” Lance grabbed his jacket and plastered a smile on his face. Smiles hide everything, just keep one on. Nobody will question anything.  

-

It had been a week since Lance’s injury and Lance thought he was hiding it well. Every time Lance was around Blue she would growl at him and tell him to go to medical but Lance would always brush her off. “Like I said I’m fine Blue, I can’t burden the team anymore, after all I’m the teams sharpshooter! They need me to be ready to go on missions with them.” Lance poured more water on Blue’s paw and started to scrub her down more. He was taking longer than usual but his shoulder still hurt whenever he move any object over 3lbs. 

“Lance? What are you talking about?” Keith approached Lance and the Blue Lion and Lance broke out into a cold sweat. 

“Well would you look at that! It’s the famous Red paladin! What are you doing buddy” Lance gave Keith a toothy smile. Smile’s hide everything, just keep it up.

Keith stopped a few feet in front of Lance and crossed his arms. “What can’t you tell the team?” 

“Tell the team what? I don’t need to tell you guys anything! Everything is A-O-kay.” Lance chuckled, prayin that it would throw Keith off yet it only made him pry farther. 

“Lance tell me what is going on?” Keith took a few steps forward and placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders. Lance inhaled through his teeth and stepped backwards. Keith pulled his hands away like he just touched something hot. “Lance!? Are you okay?” 

“Ye-yeah, I’m peachy. Sorry you scared me a little bit.” Another chuckle. 

Keith narrowed his eyes and reached forward again, “Lance are you hurt?” 

“No, I would tell you if I was hurt, but I’m not so can you just leave me alone?” Lance took a step back and turned towards Blue who responded with a growl. 

“You’re keeping something from us, and I’m going to get to the bottom of this.” Keith point his index finger at the taller boy and stomped out of the hanger. 

Lance sighed and mocked Keith, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Sure you are Keith. What’s one person going to find out.” 

“Lance, what’s this about you being hurt?” Shiro and Coran entered the hanger and Lance released a groan. 

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine. I don’t know what Keith said to you but I can assure you that I’m uninjured and completely fine.” Another smile and a chuckle for good measure.

Coran approached Lance, flashing a smile at Blue and turned toward the boy. “Well can you accompany me to the med bay? I would just like to check you over, just to be sure.”

“You don’t trust me? I’m telling you the truth.” Lance crossed his arm, keeping his face straight through the pain. 

“I trust you, I just want to ease my concern.” Coran touched Lance’s back lightly and Lance looked at his leader. 

Shiro released a breath, “Lance, can you humor us?” 

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Lance let Coran lead him out of the hanger, feeling Blue send him encouragement as far as she could. 

“Alright my boy, let’s take a look at you.” Coran had told Lance to sit on the exam table and he started to examine Lance. Lance attempted to remain calm but he knew that there was no way out of it, and everyone was going to find out what he was trying to hide. 

Coran continued his business and and Lance remained silent, until Coran rotated his shoulder. “Ouch.” 

“Are you alright?” Coran pulled his hands away, just like Keith did and Shiro stepped closer to the table. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?” 

Lance shook his head no and attempted to pull away from Coran but he managed to hold him still. “Let’s have a look at this shall we?” Coran pulled the tan boys shirt back and narrowed his eyes at what he saw. “Lance….what happened?” His voice sounded dark and Lance attempted to keep his voice even. 

“A few weeks ago I bumped my shoulder, it’s nothing major. It doesn’t even hurt.” Lance tried to jump off the table but Coran held him down. 

“This is dislocated Lance and your elbow is sprained. You need to get in a pod.” Before Lance could protest he was being shoved into a med suit and the pod door were shutting on him, blocking him from his concerned team. 

-

Almost a week later Lance stumbled out of the pod right into Hunks arms. “Lance! I’ve missed you so much.” 

Lance reached up and hugged his friend, “hey Hunk. How long was I in there?”

“Almost a week, are you feeling better?” Shiro stepped forward and Lance pulled away from his friend. 

“Yeah.” Coran told Lance to move his shoulder and arm and Lance complied, feeling nothing but normality when he moved.  He flashed a smile of thanks at Coran and he faced his team. Nobody said anything but Keith eventually stepped forward. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought be bonded.” 

“I didn’t want to be a burden, well more of a burden than I already am. I’m the team sharpshooter after all, what if you needed me for a mission? What if you needed me while I was healing? I can’t help you if I’m stuck in that tub.” Lance stared at the floor, he didn’t want to see everyone reaction. He never wanted them to see how weak he actually was. 

Nobody said anything but Lance was nearly knocked over by Keith hugging him. “You idiot, you can’t be our sharpshooter if your arm is broken. It’s okay to get healed, it’s okay to ask for help.” Lance hugged his mullet friend back and soon everyone joined in. 

Lance was okay, he was with his family and everything was going to be okay.

What is a good ending? Do I know her??????

I hope you like it!

Thank you! <33

gabe haters can throw a lot of shit at gabe but get this – at least he acknowledges when he’s being a shit or in a bad mood unlike most teens.

Request! Raphael x Reader.

Raphael had been a ghost the last couple of weeks.

Your plans had been cancelled, your midnight phone chats (which you ALWAYS had) had been met with his voice mail, and he had barely even texted you back. And you knew exactly why:

Casey Mother Fucking Jones.

The hockey mask wearing, baseball bat swinging, one liner cracking vigilante had just gotten back from a trip with April. The two of them had been spending every second of every day together and it was making you madder and madder by the second. Any missed call or unanswered text, you sent one to April and it was always the same:

“He and Casey are out somewhere.”

“I think they made plans tonight.”

“Do you want me to pass on the message?”

Fuck no. You shouldn’t (and most certainly wouldn’t) beg to spend time with your boyfriend. If he wanted to run around bashing skulls with Jones, that was just find. You had your own hobbies and your own friends too. After all, it was Donatello who had brought you into the team, Raphael had just been lucky enough to be your type. You walked into the Lair, past everything else and straight into Donnie’s lab. Collapsing on his beat up, taped up coach, you sighed angrily.

“Y/N! Hey, what’s up?”

Donatello, always excited to see you despite your many moods, pushed away his tools and turned to you. Yoiu didn’t even have to say anything. From your hair to your lipstick (Bawse Red too and it looked perfect) and great outfit, he figured it out pretty quickly.

“I’m going to make an educated guess. Date with Raph…”

“Yup.”

“…Casey got here first…”

“Go on.”

“…And he probably thought he would be back in twenty minutes but won’t actually stroll in till midnight or past.”

“Wow, Donnie, is Casey stealing your boyfriend too?” You quipped.

Donatello laughed and walked over to you, taking a seat next to you. If your sarcasm was a bit biting (it had been for a couple of days), Donnie didn’t show it. You draped your legs over his as he continued.

“I’d like to see him try. Raph’s just excited to see him, Y/N, he’s his best friend.”

“And I’m his girlfriend. It shouldn’t be to hard to make time for me too. Casey didn’t get all dolled up for nothing. Casey didn’t have his plans cancelled over and over. Casey-”

“Missed Raph. Look, I’m not overly fond of the big lug myself, but I understand why they mean so much to each other.”

You shot him your meanest mean look and he quickly added,

“But I see your side of it all too! He’s being a jerk, I get it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to keep the peace but quickly frowned when you thought of your boyfriend and his best friend again. You hated being this angry. You hated fighting or being mad at Raph. But most importantly, you hated that you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“I don’t even want to talk about it anymore. Did you watch the new Stranger Things season?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

And soon enough, you were talking and laughing and had forgotten all about why you were so mad. Donnie made you forget all about everything and you were so happy, you wouldn’t have even cared if Raph had walked in with that big bonehead of his. You were having too much fun. At least you were until you left to grab snacks and found yourself running into Raphael instead. The turtle was looming in the kitchen and, when you saw that stormy look on his face, all your anger returned. You didn’t even say anything, refusing to look at him as you opened the cabinets.

“Not even gonna say somethin’?” He growled.

“Oh, we’re speaking again? I hadn’t realized after two weeks of absolutely nothing, my bad.” You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He scoffed loudly and you slammed the cabinet door shut.

“What? What is it you wanna say, Raphael?” You demanded.

“Ya know what, forget it.”

If he was trying to walk away from this fight, he had another thing coming. You were getting this over and done with, someone had too. You stepped in front of him, glaring up at the turtle.

“No, no, go right on ahead! I would love to hear all about what a fantastic time you were having, tell me Raph!”

“Why don’t ya just ask Don about it, ya seemed pretty cozy with him?!” He retorted.

Oh, no. Hell no.

“Don’t. You. Dare. YOU ignored me! YOU blew me off! YOU are at fault, not Donnie! So don’t you DARE try to bring him into this. This is about you and me and Casey, Donnie didn’t do a damn thing.”

The turtle stared down at you, shaking in anger but saying nothing. You continued.

“God, you can be so jealous, Raph! And it’s so unfair, especially right now. You’ve been blowing me off to run around with Casey all night and Donnie, he just tries to cheer me up. And hear you are, acting all high and mighty like we went and did something when you should know how much I love you! God, you’re such a jackass.”

By now, you could tell you were about to cry (and he could too…) and tried to storm away (and he didn’t want you to go…). But you found a familiar hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you there.

“Y/N, please don’t cry…”

“I’m NOT.”

“I’m sorry, I was being stupid and a jackass, yer right.”

You didn’t say anything. But by now he was holding you and, okay, you were crying a little bit.

“I shoulda been better, tiger, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you should have. Look, I don’t wanna fight anymore. I’m still mad at you but I don’t wanna fight you either.”

“Me neither. Let’s do something tomorrow, okay? Anything you wanna do, I’ll do it.”

“You know, that’s a dangerous thing to say to me right now, Raphael.”

“I’ll take my chances. Go back with Don, I’ll walk you home after.” He replied, kissing your forehead.

It wasn’t over, but after all that arguing you did feel a hell of a lot better…and you were already thinking about his little promise too.

@fyreball66 your second request! So, I got a little caught up in it all and a teeny bit dramatic but I enjoyed it. I can just imagine poor Leo and Mikey during both of these, hiding in their rooms and texting one another.

“Are they still here?”

“Are they fighting or what? I hope it’s not an or what?”

“I hate our brothers omg.”

irwinxbmth  asked:

12, 15, & 16 for the kiss hc thing please!? With Reddie! Your writing is so good, I love it!!!!

12;
Eddie Kasbrak doesn’t often sleep alone, almost every night the sound of small rocks bouncing off his window is followed by the quiet entrance of Richie who crawls into bed, pushes himself into Eddie’s space, and then falls asleep. Tonight, however, Eddie’s window remains untapped, his space uninvaded, his bed empty. He frowned into the dark, turning the day over in his mind, Richie hadn’t said anything about not coming tonight, he was sure. Eddie blew out a puff of air and got out of bed, he wrapped his arms around himself and walked towards the window. The rain was making a clear view of the street next to impossible. Eddie began to turn back into his bed, Richie probably just didn’t want to get soaked, hypothermia is a real risk in this weather, plus the risk of catching a cold combined with the-
Eddie’s thoughts were interrupted by the tinny sound of a rock bouncing off his window pane. He span quickly, automatically reaching out to undo the clasps on his window. Richie appears after a moment, predictably soaked and visably shaking. Eddie pulls a towel out of his drawer and pulls it around Richie’s shoulders, gently pulling him further into the room.
“I didn’t think you were coming” Eddie mumbled, “I’ll get you some dry clothes, just hang on a sec”. Eddie disappears for a moment, rummages through his drawers and reappears holding a set of clean pyjamas. He holds them out to Richie, who is being uncharacteristically quiet, but Richie makes no effort to take them. Eddie frowns and takes a step forward, realising that the dampness on Richie’s face is not entirely the fault of the rain. Eddie presses a soft kiss to Richie’s cheek and begins to pull off his wet clothes, replacing them with the dry, clean ones he was holding. He guides the still silent Richie to his bed and climbs in, pulling Richie along with him.
“What do you need love?” Eddie asks quietly.
“Kiss me” Richie mumbles back, his voice is distant and hoarse. It’s the voice that makes Eddie want to never that Richie go back to that house, to those parents. He leans down and kisses Richie, soft, slow and full of as much love as he can manage. Sometimes Richie just needs to know that someone loves him, and Eddie is more than happy to oblige.

15;
- The first time Richie tells Eddie he loves him they are sat on the field watching Bev play hockey

- Richie is watching Eddie read a book, his lips gently moving with the words on the page

- Richie leans over and kisses Eddie, expecting a grumble about how he’s trying to read

- But Eddie closes his book and turns into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck

- They separate, foreheads resting together, noses bumping gently

- “I love you Eds, you know that right?”

- Eddie is so enamoured by the complete adoration in Richie’s voice that he closes the gap between them, kissing Richie with every ounce of strength he has

- Richie is taken aback by Eddie’s sudden force and toppled backwards, landing flat in the grass

- Eddie is right there almost immediately

- “Of course I know, I love you too”

- By half time Bev is considering spraying them down with a hose

16;
- Eddie is thinking about maths

- When Eddie thinks about maths his brow furrows, his eyes pinch up and his expression becomes one of distain

- Eddie can do maths, but he doesn’t like it

- Richie likes maths

- Richie likes the way Eddie’s face gets all scrunched up as he tries to remember how to do his algebra homework

- Richie especially enjoys distracting Eddie from his work

- It starts slowly, a sideways peck on the cheek here, a small shoulder kiss there
- As the frequency increases Eddie gets more and more distracted

- Eddie mumbles about trying to his algebra through the increasing onslaught of tiny kisses

- “THE ONLY BRA I’N INTERESTED IN IS YOUR MO-”

- Cue a smack with a pillow

- Eddie decides that his homework can wait and returns the favour

okay but what about destroy ending shepard waking up in the rubble in unimaginable pain when someone finds them

and shepard’s just confused and devastated and angry because they were meant to die - if they didn’t die, the reapers mustn’t have, either. nothing has worked.

and shepard can barely manage to get out “didn’t it work?”

and the person tells the reapers are dead.

and that is when shepard can finally sigh with relief, knowing they got to see it end… and rest in peace