otp: it was easy

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philip shea + textpost meme (a pair piece for my lukas one) 

like…listen…everything is messy as hell and Lukas is in a really bad place and it’s all stressful as anything but…that scene with Philip and Lukas and Anne…where Lukas admits out loud to someone other than Philip, that he likes Philip and it’s hard for him…and Anne reassured him it was ok and kissed his cheek…I’d like to thank each and every deity for that scene because it cleansed my skin and watered my crops and added years to my life

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You deserve to be really happy.

I'm Falling Apart, I'm Barely Breathing (Barely Holding on to You)

Rated: T

Pairing: Barry/Iris, Westallen

Words: 2,775

Summary: 3x10 speculation. A continuation of what I want to see in the scene where Barry tells Iris about seeing her murdered in the future. Angst. 

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I saw Savitar murder you.

He’s leaning against the wall and she notes the way his voice slightly trembles and she can tell he’s trying to be strong for her. And God, this wasn’t at all what she was expecting when she thought he was hiding something from her. She glances down at the ground, away from him; she doesn’t want to see the guilt and pain in his eyes because all she can hear is the word murder.

Murder. Murder. Murder.

I saw Savitar murder you.

The words go round and round in her head and she still can’t quite make sense of them. Why - how? It’s impossible. They got rid of Savitar, they defeated the bad guy, she had said so to Barry during their small Christmas party. And she thinks of the way he had seemed out of it and she realizes he knew then, he knew and that’s why he was acting the way he was.

She wants to tell him that he’s crazy, that there’s no way in hell what he saw was real. That they are safe. That’s she’s safe. But one look at his face tells her that he’s telling the truth, that he’s absolutely serious. Of course he is. Barry wouldn’t lie to her about something like this. There’s helplessness and heartbreak in his eyes and she knows this is real.

Oh god.

I’m going to die.

And that’s when the tears fill her eyes and she tries desperately not to let them escape. At her sides she can feel her hands shaking and she clasps them together tightly in front of her in attempt to hide it from Barry. She doesn’t know why she’s trying to hold it together right now, she knows she doesn’t have to be strong she knows Barry won’t mind. And it’s not that, really, it’s that she’s afraid to fall apart. She’s afraid that if she does, if she lets the first tear go she won’t be able to stop, that she won’t recover. And she has to. She has to get past this and think about the future. And that’s fucking difficult when all she can think about is the fact that she dies she doesn’t even know-

“Iris,” his voice breaks through her thoughts and she raises her eyes to his. He steps forward towards her away from the wall. And she realizes that she’s been silent for a while and he’s waiting for her to say something, anything.

“Wh-when?”

His green eyes are begging her not to ask any more questions, begging her not to make him say it. But she needs to know. Needs to know how long she has before she- no, not going there yet. She doesn’t even want to think it.

“Iris,” he tries again, this time pleading with her.

“Barry, please,” her voice cracks in desperation. “How long until it happens?” she can’t keep the tears out of her voice, but she at least manages not to stutter, to sound a little stronger than she’s feeling. She doesn’t want to be affected by this, but she is. She’s fucking terrified. And the words are out before she can stop them, because he never told her when. Just that Savitar murders her. Maybe not knowing would be better that way she wouldn’t have an expiration date looming over her.

His eyes cut to hers again in one last attempt to see if she’ll take it back. But she won’t.

“Five months.”

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So theres still a couple of hours to go, but I thaught I´d wish you all a happy new year!! Yaaay!

Thank you for sticking with me this far and for all the lovely messages and support I`ve recieved from you!  I´ve met so many wonderful and kind people here, I feel very lucky! I wish you all the best in 2016!!

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you must survive in order to expose this nightmare…

Swing of the Summer

Summary: He’s too tired for royal mingling and eating-but-actually-trying-really-hard-to-be-on-your-girlfriend’s-parents’-goodside sort of breakfasts. Maybe if he just lies there, they’ll think he caught some Mewnian disease and died. Star would probably kill him for that, though, or re-kill him. 

Notes: When I die next month, I want to remember the fanfiction I managed to crap out within a few days. Definitely not proud of it, but I also haven’t written in over a year, so it’s something.

This is post-canon Starco where they’re about 16 and have been dating for a couple of months. I plan on having a few of these one-shots kinda following the premise of Marco staying on Mewni for a summer to be with his girlfriend as she trains for her Queen-duties. Unoriginal, but I needed the fluff, and I think the same goes for a lot of you.

You can read this over on fanfiction.net, too!

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