past planes

up in the air - part 4

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pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield

requested?: no

word count: 2832

summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.

author’s note: thanks for the feedback! sorry it’s taken me a while to send this part out but my uni exams begin soon so updates might come slowly for the next month. hope you like this new part :-)


the plane had only been in the air for a few minutes when tom decided it was safe for him to talk to you again. at the sound of his sweet british voice next to your ear, you felt something inside of you loosening, and your breathing slowly returned to normal.

“once,” he ducked his head to glance out the window at the disappearing skyline, “harrison and i were flying back to montreal from london on new year’s eve. we were close to landing at midnight.”

you turned your head slightly to watch him as he talked.

“it was a really clear night and we could see all the little firework displays along the way. these tiny flares, shooting up and going off below us. one after another.”

the view outside the window went white as the plane pushed through the clouds. you felt your heart pounding and closed your eyes, trying to picture tom’s fireworks instead.

“if you didn’t know what they were, it probably would’ve looked really scary or something – but from the plane, it was sorta nice. they looked pretty, plus we couldn’t hear them so they were just silent, small lights way down below. it was hard for me to believe that they were the same huge explosions of noise from the ground, you know? a matter of perspective.”

you opened one eye.

“is this supposed to help me get over my fear of flying?”

“no,” tom grinned sheepishly, “i was just trying to distract you again.”

you smiled.

“thanks. got anything else?”

“yup,” he sat back, dragging a hand through his curls and leaving it resting in his hair. “a whole plane trip’s worth, actually.”


you tugged on the window cover and pulled it down so the sky was gone from view, ignoring tom’s raised eyebrows. luckily, the seatbelt light above your heads flickered off and the screen embedded into the seat in front of you switched on. tom’s did the same and he reached out, tapping on the touch display.

“huh. they have these in first-class too.”

“i wonder what movies they’re showing.”

tom drew his hand back.

“uhh – don’t bother checking. probably that lame cartoon one that just came out. the emoji movie, i think?” he leant over and switched off your screen. “don’t you prefer my company anyway?”

you shot him an indignant look.

“hey! i happen to enjoy movies about emojis, thanks very much.”

tom rolled his eyes.

“talking emojis? hollywood’s running out of ideas.”

“some of the emojis sing too,” you grinned, enjoying the look on tom’s face.

“please, please don’t tell me that you’ve watched it.”

you held up two fingers.


“you do know it’s meant for under twelves, right?”

“good movies have no age limit.”

tom laughed.

“okay, okay. i won’t argue with you on that one.”

you nodded, satisfied with his answer, and turned back to the screen.

“are you sure you don’t wanna watch a movie? i think they’ve got the spider-man remake on here too,” you paused and glanced at tom with a grin, “or is that too childish for you as well?”

tom grabbed your hand, moving it away from the tv.

“okay, for the record, the new spider-man is awesome. but let’s just chat instead.”

suddenly, one of the flight attendants appeared next to your row with an armful of headsets. she carefully leant over the sleeping pregnant woman at the end and smiled at you and tom.

“would either of you like one?”

tom looked at you, and you shook your head. he turned around and gave the lady a charming smile.

“thank you but we’re alright.”

you lifted your backpack up from underneath the seat and unzipped it, rifling around for your earphones.

“just in case we decide to watch spider-man,” you joked, but tom wasn’t paying attention. he was inspecting the small pile of books and magazines you’d pulled out onto your lap with interest.

“you must read a lot!”

“kinda,” you smiled, brushing off a piece of lint from the front cover of your chaos walking book. “i can’t really resist a good story.”

tom reached out, picking up the worn copy from under your fingers. he leafed through the pages carefully, as if they might fall out with the slightest touch.

“have you read this one?”

you nodded sheepishly.

“maybe more than once.”

tom raised an eyebrow and pointed at the dog-eared pages and ripped back cover.

“oka-a-a-y, maybe a lot more than once. it’s probably my favourite novel ever! have you read the series?”

tom looked amused.

“uh, nope. what’s it about?”

“oh, wow – tom, it’s such an amazing story. the main character, todd – he lives in this weird, dystopic world, right? and he meets this girl, viola, and together they go on this freaky adventure and there’s this thing, called ‘the noise’, and it’s always in their ears, and the series goes for three books but the first is the best probably, todd’s the most real in that one, i’m kinda in love with his character, and - ”

tom held up a hand, laughing.

“woah, slow down! you’re really keen on this, huh?”

“yeah, sorry. i get carried away when i talk about things i’m passionate about.”

you blushed and tom shook his head.

“don’t apologise. i totally get it.” he paused and then smiled. “you’re extra cute when you’re excited.”

you flashed tom a small smile and turned away, unable to meet his eyes after the compliment. he exhaled quietly and settled back into the seat while you packed away the books and put your backpack away. pressing your ear to the window cover, you could hear the wind roaring outside as it rushed past the plane. technically, you were afloat – up in the air, thousands of feet above the ground – but you felt steady and secure when you were beside tom.


you opened your eyes, awake all at once. tom’s face was just inches from your own, watchful and quiet with an unreadable expression on his face. startled, you brought a hand to your chest before you registered that your head was resting on his shoulder.

“sorry,” you coughed, pulling away.

the plane was completely dark now, and it was almost silent except for the rumbling of the air all around you. it seemed like everyone had fallen asleep – even the screens set into the back of the chairs had been shut off. you tugged out your arm from where it was wedged between the window and seat, massaging it before glancing at your watch to check the time before realising you had no idea which timezone you were in. running a hand over your head, you snuck a sideways glance at tom. luckily, it didn’t look like there was any drool on his shirt from where you’d lay.

he met your eyes and stuck out a hand, offering you a napkin.

“what’s this for?”

“turn it over.”

you flipped the paper and grinned. tom had drawn a series of largescale emojis in scratchy blue pen.

“so you gave in and watched the movie, then?”

he shrugged.

“hard to resist the temptation of animated facial expressions,  you know?” tom watched as you tucked the napkin into the top of your bag. “how’d you sleep?”

“okay,” you cut yourself off with a yawn and tilted your head to one side. “don’t you sleep on planes?”

“normally, i do.”

“not tonight?”

he shook his head and gave you a small smile.

“apparently not.”

“sorry. i didn’t mean to use you as a pillow.”

tom waved you off and laughed.

“it’s okay. harrison claims i make a very comfortable head-rest, so i’m glad i could help. plus, you looked peaceful.”

“i don’t feel peaceful,” you sighed, twisting in your chair to face him. “is london nice?”

tom looked taken aback for a second but then smiled.

“it is. it’s a beautiful city.” he paused. “you never actually told me why you were going there. may i ask?”

out of all the topics of conversation, this was the one you’d been hoping to avoid. but there was something about tom - something you’d noticed from the moment he’d leant down to help you in the terminal earlier - and it made you trust him.

“i’m actually moving there. to london. to live.”

tom blinked a few times in surprise.

“wow! i – i just sorta assumed you were going on holidays!”

“i wish,” you muttered, and then shook your head. “no, that’s not true either. i’m happy, honestly. i’m just really nervous about the move, i’ve never really been away from my family for more than two weeks and i’ve left everyone i know behind.”

you bit your lip.

“i don’t know how i’m going to survive. the further we get from home, the more nervous i feel.”

tom reached out and took your hand quickly, giving it a squeeze.

“y/n.” you looked up at him and found his brown eyes carefully searching your own. “it’s okay, i’m here. i understand – trust me, i’ve had to face it all before.”

he let out a deep sigh and smiled sadly.

“the best piece of advice i’ve ever gotten was to turn nerves into excitement. you know? it’s really hard at first, leaving the people you love behind. but believe me - going out into the world on your own, while nerve-wracking, is truly awesome. it’s been one of the best decisions i’ve ever made, just taking the opportunity and running with it. if you can find a way to be excited about it, you’ll gain the most! and hey, you’ll be independent and have the chance to be whoever you want, because the only person pressuring you is yourself.”

you looked down at your lap.

“i don’t know… i want to leave, and part of me does feel excited… but the other part is just plain scared of what’s to come.”

there was a silence from tom before he replied.

“being scared is only human. sometimes we have to leave our comfort zone to find the things that make us the most happy in life.”

“tom, i’m going to be all by myself for the first time ever.”

“hey,” he touched your cheek lightly, “you won’t be alone, i promise. i’m going to be there, and so will harrison, and we’re your friends.”

“thank you,” you smiled weakly and tom nodded. “sorry for turning this into a sook-fest.”

“it’s okay,” he shrugged and tugged on a curl of hair that had fallen over his forehead, “like i said – i understand.”

despite tom’s comforting words, you were ready to get off the subject and move on. maybe he was right and london was going to be a great change for you, but it was making you nervous again. both of you lapsed into silence for a while. tom rubbed his eyes, gently letting go of your hand to do so. you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as he started to talk.

“so, that was my big question for you. got any burning ones for me?”

“okay,” you cringed before you’d even formed the words, but your interest had been blooming inside for hours now – since the airport phone call – and you couldn’t help but ask.

“do you have a girlfriend?”

tom’s cheeks reddened, and the smile you caught right before he ducked his head was cryptic – one of two meanings. the bigger part of you is worried that it must be sympathetic and charitable, designed to make you feel less awkward about the question and coming answer, but something else kept you wondering all the same – maybe, just maybe, tom’s expression was something even kinder. something full of understanding, a seal on the unspoken agreement that something was happening right there between the two of you, that it just might be a kind of beginning.

after a long moment, tom shook his head.

“no girlfriend.”

you weren’t really sure how to proceed after his answer. it felt like something had changed, but you weren’t sure what.

“how come?”

tom shrugged with a grin.

“haven’t met anyone i want to spend thirty years with, i guess.”

“there must be millions of girls who work on your movies.”

“probably more like a few girls, actually.”

tom shot you a look and you laughed.

“bet none of them are british though. that’s your type, right?”

“don’t really have a type, if i’m honest. unless you count girls with tomatophobia – that’s my one weakness,” tom smiled and leant sideways, bumping you with his shoulder.

“right,” you grinned. “did you have a girlfriend in high school?”

“at my acting school, yeah. she was nice.”

“so what happened?”

tom tilted his head back against the seat.

“i guess what always happens. we graduated, i left for america, she didn’t. we moved on. what about you? ever had a boyfriend? or girlfriend?”

boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes and tom held up his hands in defence.

“i didn’t know! just making sure.”

“well mr-politically-correct, i had a boyfriend. but he broke up with me, actually.”

“oh. what happened?”

you sighed and mimicked tom.

“i guess what always happens. he got jealous of me being friends with one of his mates, and broke up with me over text.”

“wow,” tom muttered and thumped his fist on the arm wrist. “that’s millenial love at its most tragic.”

“something like that,” you agreed, looking over to find tom watching you closely.

“he’s an idiot, you know that right?”

“that’s true. i guess he was always sort of an idiot, in hindsight.”

“still,” tom replied and you smiled at him gratefully.

your ex had broken up with you right before you’d set the details of your move to london in concrete. you’d never thought about the possibility of what you might have done if you were still in a relationship when making the decision to leave home for another country. would you have reconsidered? or asked your boyfriend to go with you and move in together? probably not. but now, looking at tom, you wondered if you had it all wrong. you wondered if that was because there had been no one in the world you’d liked enough, nobody you felt comfortable with that you’d ask them to come with you to start a new life. you had a sudden fleeting image of tom, appearing on the doorstep of your apartment in a crisp white polo and jeans, holding a bunch of flowers in his hands. the idea made your stomach flutter. you swallowed hard, blinking away the thought.

beside you, tom glanced over at the pregnant lady, still sleeping soundly by the aisle.

“i’ve actually got to use the bathroom,” he admitted, and you nodded.

“me too. i bet we can squeeze past her.”

tom quietly unbuckled his seat belt and half-stood in a jerky motion, accidentally bumping into the seat in front of him. when its occupant didn’t stir, he let out a small breath and manoeuvred past the lady on the end without waking her up. when you’d both managed to make it out of your row, you followed tom as he shuffled down the aisle and towards the back of the economy section. a bored-looking flight attendant in a jump seat looked up from her magazine as you passed but didn’t pay you any more attention.

the ‘occupied’ lights were on above the bathroom doors, so you and tom stood in the small square of space outside. you were close enough to smell that same boy scent on tom’s shirt from before, but not so close that you were touching, exactly. his arm brushed against your own and you were seized by a sudden longing to reach for his hand.

you lifted your chin to find tom looking down at you with the same expression you’d noticed earlier, when you woke up with your head on his shoulder. neither of you moved and neither of you spoke – you just stood there watching each other in the darkness with the engines whirring beneath your feet. it occurred to you that tom might be about to kiss you, and you inched just the tiniest bit closer, your heart beating fast in your chest. tom’s hand skimmed yours lightly and you felt it like a bolt of electricity. to your surprise, he didn’t pull away – instead, he fit your hand into his own as if he was anchoring you there, and then tugged gently, moving you closer.

it almost felt as if you were completely alone – no captain or crew, no rows of snoozing passengers, no one – and you took a deep breath, tipping your head up to look at him.

suddenly, one of the bathroom doors flew open and bathed you and tom in sharp, bright light. a little toddler waddled out, wiping his hands on his overalls as he moved back down the dark aisle.

and just like that, the moment was over.



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Tokyo in the 1930s - Awesome picture of Tokyo in the 1930s, seen from the air from South to North with the Sumida river in the middle. After more than 10 years later than this photo was made, during WW2, more than 50% of these buildings were destroyed by air raids on Japan, and the population dwindled from 6,700,000 to less than 2,800,000 citizens. This picture was scanned with 600 dpi and further repaired/optimized with Adobe Photoshop.

The Night Witches

In 1941 the order was made to create three all female air squads by Stalin one of these was the 588th Night Bomber Regiment.  Even though the 588th were only equipped with Po-2 which were very obsolete even for that day they still managed to accomplish great night raids and bombing runs. By the end of the war the Night Witches had done about 30,000 bombing raids and dropped at least 23,000 tons of bombs of the Nazis. They gained the name Night Witches from the sound of their planes whooshing past at night, the German soldiers thought that the whoosh noise sounded like a whoosh of a broomstick through the night hence the name “Nachthexen” or “Night Witches”. The accomplishments of the 588th got some of the pilots and commanders the Hero of the Soviet Union which is the highest title they could have earned and rightfully so as they are true heroes of the night.

He Dose Something Romantic…

Peter - Stargazing

Peter wanted to do something special and romantic for you, but he knew you was used to the finer things in life. You would both have dinner most nights in fancy restaurants or would go out to shows. So he needed to do something different to show he loved you.

Picking you up at 8 wear something warm.

Was the text you had gotten from him, putting on a pair of jeans skinny jeans, cute sweater and pair of flat knee boots you waited for him.

Peter pulled up in a flat bed truck that you had never seen before. He helped you on like “where are we going?” you ask. Peter smiled “you’ll see”. After a while he drove to a clearing in the woods “wait hear and put this on” he said handing you a blindfold.

Once it was on, you heard Peter get out the truck. You wanted to peek and see what he was planning bit knew he’d be watching so didn’t risk it. After what felt like ages your door opened “let me help you, no looking” Peter’s words filled your ears. He lifted you out helping you to your feet.   After a few steps Peter still holding and directing you to where he wanted you.

Peter took the blindfold off, you saw the bed of the truck filled with pillows and blankets. The was a big picnic basket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses next to it. Peter climbed up holding his hand out to help you up as you both got comfortable under the blankets.

“drink?” he said popping the bottle “please” you answer. He hands you, your drink then starts looking in the basket, taking out Tupperware tubs. You laughed looking at him, it was so un-peter like, he looked nervous and frustrated trying to get everything right. It was cute.

You had a starter of soup, you wasn’t sure what it was but it was delicious. Next cheese and bacon pasta, one of your favourite meals Peter would cook. Finally chocolate cake with red hearts on, “I can’t believe you cooked all this Peter, I think I’m gonna have to make you cook more” you both laughed as you have some of your drink and Peter put everything back in the basket.

Once he was done, Peter came over and cuddled up with you. The warmth coming from him you didn’t really need the blankets. Peter got a telescope handing you it, he’d spend ages pointing out different constellations. A plane went past or at least you thought it was one, joking you laughed “look Peter a shooting star, you have to make a wish” you said playfully. Peter kissed you “why do that, when I already have everything I could already wish for” he said low in your ear. You could help but smile at his cheesiness, but loved him all the more. You wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back more passionately “this was the perfect date Peter” you say knowing he’d go to all this effort just do do something special.

Derek - Boat Trip

Derek was on the phone as you sat flicking through the channels finding something to watch. “I’ll be there by 8pm” you heard him say. You looked as he ended his call, Derek had promised to spend the day with you after being busy a lot lately. “baby” he said walking into the room. “I heard your going out AGAIN, you best hurry before your late” you snapped at him turning to face the telly.

Derek smiled knowing your bad mood would making it all the sweeter when he showed you his planned night. “baby I’m sorry but why don’t you come with me” he said making you look at him by now Derek had changed his smile to a sad I’m sorry look. “please baby we can still spend the whole day with each other I just need to see this guy first then after some dinner as a sorry” he raised his eyebrows pleading with a puppy dog look. Sighing you got up and got ready doing you hair and make up.

In the car Derek was quite you looked out the window still annoyed with him. You looked round when he pulled up to a marine full of yachts. Derek got out you watched him walk over to a man and begin talking. You wished you had wolf powers to hear what they was saying. Derek handed over a small bundle of money to the man as he handed Derek a set of keys.

The man Derek was meeting was walking to the car as Derek turned on the pier walking out of sight. You was confused watching the stranger get closer jumping a little when he tapped on the window “he ask me to tell you to follow him” the man said with a smile. You got out the car when he shouted “oh enjoy your night” before walking to a parked car. You walked quick seeing Derek stood smiling at you, the was a yacht with fairy lights and a table set out with plates and candles. “she’s ours for the night, surprise y/n” he said lifting you up carrying you on broad.

He turned on the engine driving out into open water until you couldn’t see land anymore in the darkness. After he stopped, he sat you down before dishing out food he’d had cooked ready for you both. “just when I think I know you, you do something like this” you say in awe at the scene around you. Derek smiles grabbing you hand across the table, “I’ve been distant lately and wanted to show you no matter what’s going on in beacon hills your still the most important person to me and I love you y/n” you smiled leaning over kissing him  "I love you too Derek"

Theo - Drive In

your phone starts to ring, smiling it was Theo. He told you he was going to pick you up in 2 hours be ready. This surprised you, your date night wasn’t until the weekend, lately you only saw Theo of a weekend during school he was always with Scott’s pack.

You got ready waiting exited that he was coming. When you heard the knock you practically run to the door. Opening it you see Theo waiting for you. He looked stunning as always his eyes and hair done, “ready baby girl” he asked smirking at you. You grabbed your bag and coat locking the door. He held your hand walking you down the steps and path of your home, opening the door to a soft top convertible car.

“where are we going?” you asked when you saw you was leaving beacon hills. “if I tell you it won’t be a surprise” he said back smirking. The rest of the drive was quite. He drove with one hand the other ether in yours or on your thigh. After 2 hours you entered a town you’d never heard of before. It was small and old fashioned but cute. Theo had slowed his driving looking for something, you wanted to ask but already knew he wouldn’t tell you. Finally you pulled up to an old style drive in. The feature movie was one of your favourites, the breakfast club.

He pulled into the the parking space and lowered the roof of the car. Walking to the boot he got out a blanket for you both to share. Then left to get drinks and sweets for the movie. When he can back we both sat in the back under the covers with all the stuff Theo had brought back. He had his arm round you pulling you in close. You couldn’t believe he’d brought you here it was one of your dream date to a drive in movie theatre. You watched the movie kissing and cuddling a few times you felt Theo stirring when you looked up he’d smile kissing your head.

When it finished and everyone started to leave he packed up the blanket you felt the night time chill pinch at your skin. Theo saw giving you his jacket that you used as a blanket over your legs. Driving home he looked at you “have a good night y/n?” he asked you lent over kissing his cheek “I loved it Theo it was perfect” you say “but how did you know I wanted to go” you asked. He laughed “well I asked Lydia what would be your perfect date and she told me a drive in movie, so I found this place” he answered looking a bit pink in the cheeks. He drove you home kissing you passionately at the door, “do you wanna stay? Watch another movie” you asked not wanting the night to end or Theo to leave. “lead the way princess”

Chris - Home Spa Night

After a long day at the hospital, an attack on the high school had you working a double shift with limited breaks. You was almost home, all you wanted to do was get in have a shower, some food and get into bed and not move. When you opened the throwing your coat off shutting the door breathing now you finally home. “y/n come up here baby I need you” Chris shouted from up stairs. You groaned thinking what the heck you’d only just walked in. “what is it?” you shout back the whining clear in your voice telling him you didn’t want to do what ever he needed you for. “just come here please” he shouted back. Mumbling to yourself to slow climb the stairs. At the top Chris is there making you jump. He looked shifty closing the bedroom door fast, “what’s going on?” you asked not sure whether to be confused or annoyed. “nothing” he said a little jumpy. Your frown your brows at him, Chris smiles “so I called you here to tell you, I understand how much you’ve been working lately and that you still so so much for me here at home too” he said with his hands on your shoulders. “you called me all the way up stairs to tell me that” you say coldly, Chris spins you leading you down the hallway. “No! I called you up here for this” he says pushing the bathroom door open. When you look the is a hot bath ran, you could smell the the bath salts in the steam. The was candles all round the bathroom and some rose petals dotted round too. Over the bath was a thin board, on it a glass of wine and some chocolate strawberries. “enjoy baby and when your done I have another surprise for you” he said in your ear kissing your neck before leaving you alone, stunned. You relaxed in the bath, enjoying your drink listening to music playing from the corner of the room. When you finished you get out getting dry, putting your bathrobe on. You walked into the bedroom and it was the same as the bathroom. Candles and roses petals the smell of essential oils burning.

You looked at Chris smirking “and what’s all this” you ask pointing to the rolled up towels and shorts. “put the shorts on and lay on your stomach” he ordered as he walked over to the dressing table. You did as he said “tonight baby I’m giving you a massage help you relax” he said rubbing oil into your neck and shoulders “I’ve spoken to Melissa and she’s gonna cover your shift in the morning so you can have a real sleep” you smiled and moaned into the feeling his hands working magic on your muscles. When Chris finishes your almost asleep, “hey sleepy face do you want pizza or Chinese take out” you gave your answer getting off the bed putting your favourite pyjamas on. During dinner, Chris had brought some candles down for the coffee table, you looked at Chris “thank you for all this, I didn’t know you could be this romantic” you say kissing his lips. “I wanted to show you I love you” he said kissing you back.

Green: A Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine, the reader is in a hedge maze of confusion. Childhoods are remembered, old friends make appearances, feelings surface, and things are changing at Hogwarts. As the Tri-Wizard tournament continues, the school and its visitors pause for the Yule Ball where green tendrils of jealousy seep from the walls and ice blue eyes.

Warnings: cursing, flashbacks

Y/N - your name
Y/N/N - your nickname
Y/C/N/N - your childhood nickname

~ - used to indicate the beginning/end of a flashback
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 2,419


“There goes Malfoy again.” Harry’s head jerks towards the platinum-haired boy. I can’t help but look down and feel a little guilty. “What Y/N?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” When I glance up, Draco looks away, passing down the hallway with long strides. I don’t know how we managed to grow so distant when we were once so close. Our families were always together when we were younger, but after we were split during the Sorting first-year all communication ceased. Since, he has soured, treating everyone around him like dirt under his perfectly polished shoes.

“Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” Harry’s green eyes are full of concern.

“It just amazes me how much people can change.”

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So um guys..

I know we all love and miss our buddy Johann and want that person playing music to be him, but… Consider this.

The next episode will either focus on Taako or Magnus, so if it is Taako then just remember.. A certain skeleton man once spoke of wanting to be a conductor and the visual of a musically gifted Kravitz meeting Taako in a past life on another plane of existence..

This is also very pleasing to think about.

Passenger In Love

Originally posted by trainingpanda

pairing: hyungwon x [y/n]

genre: maybe fluff? idk lololol

word count: 2036

a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon! ^^ i hope you guys enjoy reading this and i apologize for any grammatical errors. gif not mine


In the stillness of the night, the two of you lay on the comfy and soft bed that the two of you shared. Your fingers drew circles on his chest with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. “Hey, babe, do you still remember the time when we first met?” You softly asked with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating every single second.

It was just one of those nights when deep and serious conversations would just pop out. The soft breathing of Hyungwon was the only thing that you could hear, other than your own.

“Mmm, I surely do. You already had hearts in your eyes when you laid eyes on me.” Hyungwon teased as he twirls his long, slender fingers around your locks, eyes focused on the ceiling as he reminisces about how the two of you really met.

Scoffing at his remark, you rolled your eyes and lifted yourself off of him, elbows plopped on the mattress with you looking straight into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Yeah, right. You, yourself, couldn’t even stop yourself from asking me my number.”

Well, to be honest, the two of you are actually telling the truth. Both of you actually didn’t believe in love at first sight but when the two of you saw each other, it felt like everything stopped for some reason.

(flashback part)

It was the twentieth day of the month and here you are sitting in the business class with your left seat vacant. The day was really tiring and the only thing you could ever want was just to head back to South Korea and rest up after working really hard. Leaning back on your seat, you looked at the window and just enjoyed watching the city lights from afar.

They said meeting your significant other at the airport or in the plane itself was something magical but you beg to differ. There was nothing magical about it when you get your hopes up and never meet them again as soon as the plane lands in a different country. For short, you never believed in love at first sight.

Heaving out a sigh, you couldn’t help but pout as it was taking a bit longer for the plane to take off, especially when they’re still waiting for all the passengers to board and settle in with their items of luggage. The business class wasn’t that packed but it was then soon to be packed when a group of men came in, looking like models of some sort, making you look away to stop yourself from drooling at how hot they looked.

Suddenly, in the midst of distracting yourself, a voice called out to you. “Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?” Turning your head to look at the owner who soft-spoken asked you, you couldn’t help but stop when you met his gaze.

It seemed like you were looking at some beautiful Greek God and for the first time, you were startled at the fact that your heart was beating really fast, butterflies dancing through your tummy and the fact that everything somewhat stopped.

The man who stood in front of you glowed and you couldn’t help but shake your head, quickly looking away to calm your beating heart, “N-no. The seat’s free.”

“That’s good to hear.” He pauses as he looks at another man who was in his early thirties, “I’ll seat here, hyung.” And with that, he moved his long limbs to the front of his seat and gently sits down with such grace.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, your heart seemed to beat really fast, showing no signs of slowing down. This was the first time in history that you were that nervous around someone who you barely knew.

The man, on the other hand, couldn’t help but chuckle at how you fiddled with the hem of your handkerchief whilst trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m Hyungwon, by the way.” He introduces, catching you off-guard.

Your lips were slightly parted from the sudden introduction. Noticing how jittery you’ve become, Hyungwon offers you his hand before flashing you a smile. “My n-names [y/n].” you shyly said as you wrapped your hand around his outstretched hand, shaking it before letting it go after a second or two.

“So, where you heading to [y/n]-sshi?” Hyungwon politely asked as he tries to start a conversation with you. And this was unusual of him to start a conversation with someone whom he doesn’t even know. There something about you when he first laid his eyes on you and he knew that this plane ride would be something that he’d definitely enjoy.

Still taken aback at his gestures, you couldn’t help but let your face say it all. Hyungwon found it extremely fascinating at how easy you were to read as if he’s known you for decades. “Oh, [y/n], don’t worry. I don’t bite and hey, might as well make this plane ride worth it.”

Hyungwon was right and at some point, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly softened up. “You’re right.” The corner of your lips was tugged upwards as you slightly turned your body to Hyungwon and remembered his question.

“Oh, about your question. Well, I’m heading back to Korea, obviously since I’ve finally finished doing my job here in New York. How about you?”

Hyungwon didn’t know if you were just pulling his leg or something but it was completely written all over your face that you didn’t know a single thing about him. “I just finished some job too and my groupmates and I are finally gonna rest up and probably work on some new music.”

“Music? Woah, that’s really cool!” you beamed with your eyes twinkling with interest. “Man, I really have such high admiration for people, like you, who create music.”

“Why?” Hyungwon queries out of curiosity, propping his elbows on the arm rest and rests his chin on his palms. Why do you admire them so much tho? You carefully thought about it, tapping your bottom lip with your index finger as you clearly were gonna lose yourself to the train of thoughts.

“I.. just have a huge admiration for them. You know, like they’re so amazing to come up with lyrics and melodies that could help someone out go through the pain that they’re going through or you know, make their day by just simply listening to the music that they’ve created.”

Hyungwon definitely understood what you meant and for the first time, he somewhat appreciates you. “You know what I mean right? Like the message that you guys write somewhat talks to their very souls as if they’re connected or something.”

“Yeah, I do. To be honest, for some reason, you’re really different [y/n]. Different in a good way.”

Chuckling at his awkward compliment, you nodded your head and muttered thanks before the two of you were interrupted with the intercom, instructions being announced throughout the whole plane.

With your seatbelts fastened, you looked at the flight attendant demonstrating the typical things that you should do when something happens, where the exit is and whatnots. Somehow you’ve almost memorized every single thing they’ve said since you’ve been flying back and forth for the past few weeks.

The plane was finally taking off and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly from the force that got you glued on the seat’s backrest as the pilot quickly accelerates.

Hyungwon was pretty quick to notice the soft groans that left your lips. Slipping his hand on yours, he gives it a light squeeze, making you look at him with eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry.” Two words were already enough to have you ease up. Finally, the plane smoothly flies and the warmth of Hyungwon’s hand was already gone.

“You okay?”

Glancing towards his side, you nodded your head and flashed him a thankful smile. “If you weren’t here, I don’t know what I would do with the plane taking off.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Throughout the whole trip, the two of you were getting to know each other and it felt like the two of you just clicked. The two of you got to know a couple of things that both of you have in common and even got to the point when the two of you were watching the same movie, only to end up with you falling asleep in your seat as all the work you had that morning finally kicked in.

Hyungwon glances towards your direction and he couldn’t help but smile. You were peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving every time you breathe.

Bringing his phone out, Hyungwon takes a photo of you and smiles to himself before he decides to rest up. Wrapping himself in the blanket offered to everyone, Hyungwon had drifted off without any problem.

Feeling a slight shake on his shoulder, Hyungwon’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see you looking fresh. “We’re gonna land soon.” You muttered, making him widen his eyes. Glancing at the window, he couldn’t believe that everything happened so fast. The sun was finally out and he was able to see the skyscrapers from afar.

“Here, have some facial wipes and some face mist.” Accepting the facial wipes and mist you’ve offered to him, Hyungwon mindlessly wipes his fast, patting it dry before spraying the mist.

“Thanks.” Hyungwon hands you back the items, only to feel the electric shock running through his fingers after his skin grazes against yours.

The plane has finally landed and before you knew it, you were out of the plane with your luggage in hand. Hyungwon and you just said your goodbyes and you knew that you just got your hopes up, hoping that something was gonna happen between the two of you.

Waltzing your way across the airport, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands. Turning around to look at the person, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you saw Hyungwon heavily panting right before you.

“I can’t let this chance slip. [y/n], I know this may sound really weird and sudden but… can I have your number? It was really fun talking to you and all while we were on the plane and I was hoping that maybe… we can hang out sometime?”

Seeing the sheepish smile plastered on his face and the teasing smiles that his friends had, you couldn’t help but soften at the sight as you took his phone and punched your phone number in.

“I’d love to hang out with you sometimes Hyungwon. Just text me if you want to hang out, okay? Anyways, I have to go now since my boss is waiting for me already. It was nice meeting you Hyungwon, bye~!”

You could feel your heart swell in happiness. At some point, you kind of agree with the people who said that meeting people at the airport or plane was somewhat magical. Making your way through the exit, you were startled when you felt your phone buzz against your thighs, making you pull your phone out, only to smile at the message you’ve just received.

from: unknown number

hey, [y/n]! it’s me hyungwon ^^ so, how about grabbing a cup of coffee later in the afternoon at Miss Lee Cafe?

“But babe, don’t you think that it was such a beautiful fate for the two of us to meet?”  You asked as you rested your head beside his, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer with a sleepy smile.

Just thinking about it made Hyungwon smile bigger, fingers pushing away the strands of hair covering your eyes. “If it was fate then I thank God for giving me such an amazing woman.”

“That’s enough, babe. Let’s catch some Zs now, shall we?” you muttered as you slowly closed your eyes, only to have it flutter open when you felt Hyungwon press his lips on yours, pulling right away before you could even react.


“Ssshh, let’s catch some Zs now, see you in your dreams babe. Love you!”

“I love you too.”

DenNor One-Shot

The sun blazed brightly through the curtains, abruptly ending Lukas’ peaceful slumber. He frowned as he drowzily rubbed his eyes, omitting a soft groan of displeasure. He wished he has woke up to the smell of coffee and a quick peck to the cheek instead. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. A few moments passed, and Lukas was out of bed and getting ready for the day.

Mathias had taken a two-week leave on a business trip, something Lukas despised. Even though he could be quite loud, he was a great source of comfort and love to Lukas. He always missed him even if he didn’t say that directly to his face.

Today was the day he was arriving home, something the both of them lookes forward to. Lukaa wanted to tidy up the house a bit before he arrived. Besides that, there wasn’t too much else to do. After a small lunch, he was out of the house and on the way to the airport.

It was half-past two when Mathias plane arrived. Lukas stood up eagerly and waited in quiet anticipation at the sight of his love. A few minutes passed and he appeared. Grinning softly, he walked over with a light and quick pace. His smile wavered, however, when he saw that Mathias wasn’t returning his signature smile. He looked a bit pale and dark circles lined the underside of his eyes. It couldn’t have been jet-lag, so obviously something was wrong.

Despite his intruding thoughts, he still pulled him into his arms. “I’m glad you’re back,” he murmured and looked up into his eyes. Mathias tiredly smiled with a small, “me too,” but that was it. He didn’t burst into his usual chatter or smother Lukas’ face in kisses, something that always embarassed him in public. He just wore that same expression that was clearly covering something up.

“What’s wrong?” Lukas asked as he took him by the hand, leading him to the baggage claim.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. His voice sounded quite raspy.

“No, really, what’s the matter?” Lukas picked up his suitcase and faced him once again, looking over his features for a second time. Mathias let out a long sigh knowing he had lost despite his sluggish efforts to seem like he was okay.

“I think I got sick over the trip..,” he murmured, ashamed that he had to ruin Lukas’ day like that. He really had wanted to take him out to a nice dinner and, if Lukas felt up to it, walk through the streets of Copenhagen.

Lukas nodded and gingerly touched his forehead. “Jeez, you’re really burning up.” He gently took his hand and squeezed it. “Let’s get you home.”


Mathias felt a soft hand rubbing his cheek and a peck to his temple as he stirred from his nap.

“Wake up, sweetheart. We’re back at the house,” Lukas calmly stated as Mathias groggily opened his eyes. He sluggishly unhooked his seatbelt and pushed open the car door. Lukas helped him out and carefully led him up into their room. Mathias sat on the bed as Lukas helped to slip off his clothes and dress him in a more comfortable attire.

“I’ll be right back,” Lukas said quietly with a quick peck to his forehead. Mathias gave a mere nod before falling back onto the bed. He let out a few small coughs and a miserable groan.

Lukas returned about fifteen minutes later with a bowl of soup and a bottle of medicine. Mathias was still in the same position, causing Lukas to let out a soft chuckle. He repositioned and tucked him into the bed and placed a soothing hand against his head. He frowned at how much hotter it was than earlier, so he left immediately rushed to get a cold towel. He gently draped it over his forehead and caressed his cheek.

Mathias was so exhausted that he was barely responding to him. Lukas was able to get in a few spoonfuls of medicine before he was completely asleep. He concluded it would be best to save the soup until tomorrow.

Lukas sat on the edge of the bed and softly stroked his hair. He hummed a soft lullaby despite him already being asleep. He watched over him for several hours as he slept, analyzing every breath and cough, making sure it wasn’t evolving to something worse. Once he deemed it safe, he slipped on his sleepwear and joined him under the covers. “Sleep tight,” he murmured and kissed his shoulder, gently curling up beside Mathias. Listening to Mathias’ slow and congested breaths, he fell into a dreamless sleep once more.


Hope you all like this. It was quite fun to write. If I’m not too busy, you can request some ideas, and it doesn’t have to be limited to DenNor. Have a great night (or whatever time it is)!

It Runs in the Family

“After a recent paranormal incident involving my (not deceased) grandmother, something became apparent to me. Every female on my mother’s side of the family has has some sort of psychic/paranormal incident in their lifetime. Including myself.

Let’s start on the vaguest account–my great-grandmother’s incident. With my great-grandmother being dead the only details I know are vague and from my grandmother, but here’s the gist: My great-grandmothers brother had recently passed away, my great-grandmother got up and went about her everyday life, but she saw he deceased brother within the house. Not very creepy, I know. But one thing she said which is a reoccurring theme in this tale–‘If I hadn’t known better you’d never have convinced me he wasn’t alive and looking at me.’

Now, let’s move on to my grandmother’s account. She was walking down a road with a friend of the family in the Peak District, when they saw a low-flying WW2 plane fly past, not everyone seemed to notice it, and there wasn’t any historic plane fanatics about weird right? When she went home, my grandmother looked up plans flights in the area–stumbled upon an article about Peak District ghost planes. It took her time to come to terms with it, but her stories closely parallels with the accounts of the planes. It was quiet–then a roaring engine came out of nowhere, a low flying plane flew over the lane so low the trees nearly brushed it’s underbelly, it disappeared from view and the noise stopped. My grandmother said: ‘You’d have never convinced me it wasn’t real.’

My mother’s experience is an anomaly, she is a nurse so naturally her place of work is a bit rife with spirits. There are several stories from her colleagues, but one linked to her is this: My mother and a few of her colleagues were working in an isolated room with a patient. When suddenly everything went quiet, and it felt like someone had walked out of the room, then the heart rate monitor made the long beeep that is associated with death. My mothers thoughts–“We all knew they had died before the monitor had told us–as we’re the only person who could leave without opening a door.”

For my story–it is odd and largely inconsistent. I have always been awkward and uncomfortable in churches and graveyards. Always, but once I had to walk through the cemetery alone to get to my grandmother’s on my dad’s side of the family. When I could’ve sworn I was being followed, each time I turned nobody was there. It wasn’t ‘till I exited the geometry at the other side the feeling went away, I turned one last time and I saw the ends of a tailcoat disappear behind the gates. Now whenever I walk through I get the sensation and I keep seeing the same ends of a tailcoat or a dark-haired stranger in period clothing disappearing behind a family grave.” 

By: @theagenderwriter

I Want Crazy

Originally posted by constiellation

Summary: you’re surprised when someone familiar sits next to you on your plane ride home, and even more surprised when he talks to you

Song Inspiration: I Want Crazy, Hunter Hayes

Pairing: Jensen x Reader  (sort of)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: language, mild embarrassment, other than that none

A/N: so I’ve never written Jensen before, and I’m kind of nervous about it… let me know what you guys think. Also, sorry for the Massachusetts crap, but I don’t know anywhere else well enough.

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mizuaoi  asked:

Alright. Tomb Raider trailer is out. What are your thoughts?

Hoooooo boy. Many thoughts, many.

First of all, my favourite thing about the original Tomb Raider franchise in the 90s was that Lara Croft was 100% a free agent. She enjoyed travelling. She enjoyed the sport and the challenge of Tomb Raiding. She wasn’t suffering or angsting about anything. She was this amazing whole woman who wasn’t searching for herself. Her father’s legacy was present, but not front and centre.

Every reboot of the franchise has fucked with this. In the mid-2000s reboot, the franchise introduced this idea of Lara searching desperately for her mother. Her father was part of the main driver of this. The story constantly had Lara lamenting her past and the plane accident and how she saw her mother disappear and it took the strong independent Lara Croft I loved and turned her into an angsting teenager.

In the 2013 reboot, I was very, very pleased that they removed Lara’s parents from being the main driver of her narrative. Instead, Lara was the main driver. Sam Nishimura, her best friend and companion, gave her a pendant and interested her in ancient Japanese legends. It was Lara’s decision to go search for Yamatai island. Lara was the driver. Sam was a great addition to this, and when Sam got kidnapped, Lara’s driver was saving Sam. Lara’s dead father was present, but not in an annoying way.

I’ve already written a lot about how much the comics and the second TR game fucked with the 2013 canon - most notably by writing Sam out of it and re-re-retconning the reboot by inserting ANOTHER mother figure into the story who was never referenced in the 2013 game.

Now. We have the TR movie which is supposed to have been based in the 2013 game, but there’s no Sam, and Lara is running from her daddy issues again. It’s taken the things I loved about the 2013 reboot and removed them, and re-inserted the things I hated about the other reboots. Not only that, but official sources have called the young man she’s with a love interest and talking about their chemistry.

The visuals look good. The cheesey bit at the end was quite entertaining (and very very reminiscent of the original Lara Croft from the 90s!), but I’m very apprehensive about the rest of it. I also like AV as Lara.

I’m chewing my fingernails, basically. I’m disappointed and hoping TO GOD this movie surprises me.


“That name does sound familiar,” Colonel Phillips admitted. “I’m sorry.”

The tent suddenly felt a lot colder as Steve processed the idea that his best friend might be dead. You and Peggy stand beside him, neither of you really knowing what to say or do.

Steve asked, “Is there a rescue mission?”

You perk up, ready to volunteer to go behind enemy lines and save this Barnes man. But Colonel Phillips shoots you down.

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The Quest for the Lost Treasure Part 4

Pairing: Adventurer!Jason Todd x Adventurer!Reader

Word Count: 2759

Summary: In university, you discover that an ancient treasure supposed to have been “found” was actually still lost. Determined to be the one to find it, you set off on a journey to find it, and run into Jason Todd and his adventurer posse. With Jason’s expertise of the land, and your natural talent for adventuring, you two are the perfect mix. Will you find the treasure smoothly? Or will you fail and lose a friendship?

Warnings: foul language, sexual innuendos, Jason being an ass (again)

A/N I think this chapter is much better than the last one, tbh but hey that’s just me. Also THANK YOU GUYS AGAIN FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! My ask box is always open to request an imagine, blurb, headcanon and/or ship. Alright, enjoy!

Parts: 1  |  2  |  3  |

Reader POV

My eyes flit across the pages of my book as we begin flying over the Amazon Rainforest (in Colombia).

“What are you reading?” Tim asks me. I look at him and back at my book.

The Alchemist. A friend recommended it.” I tell him.

“I’ve heard it’s a good book,” Tim comments.

“So far it’s quite interesting, but it sucks that it’s so short,” I refer to the book’s small size.

“If you guys could talk about book porn some other time, that would be great. Not everyone is a nerd like you two,” Jason says. I roll my eyes and look back at Tim, who mouths “Sorry” to me. However before I can say it’s okay, the plane violently shakes.

“What the hell?!” I shut my book. “Jason, was that turbulence?”

“Um, no. I don’t wanna scare you or anything but I think we’re being shot at,” Jason says as he begins flipping switches while simultaneously steering the plane.

“What?!” I shout. Jason’s suspicions are confirmed when I hear gunshots and the sound of more planes whizzing past us. I have to wake up Damian (he fell asleep about an hour ago).

“Damian! Damian wake up!” I shake him lightly.

“Huh? What? What’s going on?” He wakes up suddenly.

“Well, to put it bluntly, we’re being shot at by other planes,” Tim tells him.

“Woah, really? Awesome!” Damian cheers.

“No! Not awesome! I don’t wanna die!” I begin freaking out.

“And you’re not, these assholes have no idea who they’re messing with. Dick, ready the wing-guns,” Jason grips the wheel tightly.

“Wing-guns ready,” Dick confirms.

“You have guns too?!” I screech.

“Yeah now shut up!” Jason snaps. “Ready…!”

And the guns that were (apparently) on the wings begin shooting at the enemy planes.

“HOLY SHIT!” I yell. Damian is laughing almost maniacally and Tim is trying to calm him down. I look around to see if there’s anything I can do, but all I can do is simply grab my backpack and keep my duffel bag close to me in case I have to jump out of this flying tin can.

“You know what? Fuck off! Shoot me down, I dare you!” Jason suddenly yells.

“Who are you talking to, Todd?!” Damian asks.

“One of the pilots said he was going to shoot us down if we didn’t land in the next 5 minutes. And, well, you heard how I responded.” Jason explains.

“Why would you do that?! You said we weren’t gonna die!” Tim says.

“Yeah Jase, why would you lie like that?” Dick asks as he shoots using the right wing gun.

“I didn’t intentionally lie! Just focus on shooting those bastards down!” Jason yells.

“Maya was right, I probably shouldn’t have come on this trip,” I grab my duffel bag. “Tim do we have any parachutes?”

“Four, right here,” he says as he pulls parachute packs out from the seats.

“But there’s five of us,” I state the obvious.

“If necessary, you can take Damian,” Tim tells me.

“No! I’m getting my own chute! Y/N can go with Jason since they’re practically together,” Damian argues. I scrunch my nose in disgust. Me? And him? No way, José.

“We are not together, and I’m getting the chute, I’m older, I have seniority,” I say.

“Why are you already talking about chutes? We’re not gonna need em since Dickie bird and I are shooting up these assfaces,” I can see Jason grin from where I’m sitting.

“Ya know, safety precautions, in case you happen to fuck up and let someone shoot us up,” I say sarcastically.

“Hey, you could be more grateful, we’re taking you to Colombia!” Jason shouts.

“I won’t be in Colombia if we die!” I shout back. “And what is it with you demanding to be thanked?! Who does that?!”

“I work my ass off to get this team to where they need, I deserve a thank you for everything I do!” He responds.

“In case you haven’t noticed we’re having an existential crisis right now! You can argue later!” Dick interrupts. “Shit! I’m out of bullets!” He says a few seconds later.

“Me too! Fuck me!” Jason strikes the plane steering wheel.

“I’m sure Y/N would like to take you up on that offer,” Damian smirks. I glare at him and Jason goes silent. A few seconds later he speaks again.

“Hey man, can you just forget what I said and did a few minutes earlier? I’d rather not die, it’s kinda exhausting,” he says into the mic.

“You really think they’re just gonna stop shooting at us?!” Dick exclaims.

“It was worth a shot, pun not intended,” Jason shrugs. I sigh exasperatedly.

I look out the small window and see our right wing being shot multiple times.

“Right wing is shot!” I shout.

“Mayday! Mayday!” Damian yelps.

“Tim! Parachutes!” I gesture to the chutes.

“On it!” He starts handing out chutes and giving everyone their belongings.

“Guys stop freaking out, if Y/N gets out there and tapes the wing back together, we’ll be fine!” Jason turns to me.

“Jason! The wing IS ON FIRE!” I point out the window.

“You can use the fire extinguisher,” Jason pulls out a fire extinguisher from his seat.

“No!” I yell.

“Fine! Let Jason go down in flames then!” Jason begins unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Of course you name the plane after yourself. Of course,” I shake my head. “Alright Damian. Are you ready?”

“No not really but I don’t have a choice so…” he shrugs in response. He puts his backpack on and hugs my stomach area.

“10,000 feet, 9,000 feet, 8,000 feet,” Dick counts.

“GRAYSON WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO COUNT THE FEET WE JUST GOTTA GO!” Jason kicks open his door. Tim does the same with our door and jumps out.

“See you guys down there! Geronimooooo!” he shouts.

“Later!” I say and jump out of the plane. I see Tim open his parachute and hear whoops from Jason and Dick from above me.

I estimate where Tim opened his parachute and do the same.

“Damian, you can open your eyes now. And remove your face from my chest,” I look down at Damian, who’s tightly hugging me.

“But they’re so soft, like pillows,” he muffles into my chest. I look up in annoyance. Boys.

I follow Tim’s path of travel and use the parachute toggles to go in the same direction.

When Damian and I land, he lets go and falls on the ground. The parachute falls on my head shortly after; I wrestle around to get it off but I get nowhere.


“Yeah?!” He shouts back.

“I need help! Get this parachute off of me!” I say. After approximately 8 minutes, I finally get the parachute off with Damian’s help.

“Hey guys! Woah what happened?” Tim comes running up from some trees.

“I got assaulted by my parachute, but Damian helped me out,” I brush off my shorts.

“Good to know,” Tim nods his head and walks over to me and helps me pack the parachute.

“Hey is Y/N okay?!” I hear Jason yell and running footsteps get closer to Damian, Tim and I. He and Dick come running from a clearing of rainforest trees over to us.

“Y/N is just fine, Todd,” Damian says.

“I was just making sure,” Jason replies back.

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that,” Damian mumbles.

“I’m okay, relax,” I tell him. Suddenly we hear an explosion from not too far off, which makes us all jump.

“Poor Jason. I’m sorry buddy, I didn’t want you to get hurt,” Jason turns to the general direction of the explosion.

“If you’re done talking to your dead plane, we need to figure out where we are and where to go,” I pat Jason on his arm. He looks down at me with furrowed brows.

“What?” I ask.

“You touched my arm,” he states the obvious.

“Yeah. I don’t have cooties, calm down,” I tell him. He rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Tim, get out your map so we can figure out our path of travel,” Jason walks over to Tim, who’s getting a map out of his bag.

“Here,” Tim gives Jason the map. Jason takes his pack off and sits down.

Gather ‘round, Argonauts, here’s what’s gonna happen…

Jason POV

I don’t know what I’ve been told!” Damian sing-yells.

Jason’s ‘tude is made of mold!” Y/N sing-yells back. We have been walking in this damned rainforest for about 4 hours and I’m getting more tired as each minute passes. At this point I have absolutely no patience for this.

I stop dead in my tracks and whip around to face Y/N, who stops suddenly too.

“It’s actually, Jason Todd is brave and bold or Jason Todd is made of gold. Get your facts straight,” I snap.

“Well you just proved my point, so I do have my facts straight,” she says and walks around me, continuing on our trek.

“Dude, she just roasted you,” Damian passes me as well.

“Nice,” Tim follows soon after. As Dick approaches me, I fall into step with him.

“She is so annoying, why did I let you convince me to take her?” I growl at him.

“She’s not annoying, Jase, you’re just easily agitated. It’s a weakness of yours. You need to keep your cool,” Dick says to me.

“She is! Ever since we met her, it’s like she lives to make me angry,” I cross my arms.

“Maybe she likes you,” Dick suggests. I scoff at the idea.

“No, that’s not possible. If she liked me, she’d be all over me and flirty and shit,” I say.

“You obviously don’t know Y/N very well, then. I knew from the moment I saw her that she’s not your typical woman. She’s…determined and headstrong. She’s sarcastic and sassy. A girl like that isn’t gonna express her feelings the way you think.” Dick tells me. He does have a point. I actually haven’t carried a civilized conversation with Y/N. We’ve only ever…argued. I don’t know a thing about her…except that she likes books and music.

“You may have a point, but I still don’t like her.” I say.

“You like her. You just don’t like that she can see right through you,” Dick says, “She’s the first girl to do that and you’re uncomfortable with it. Meanwhile, I think it’s hilarious.” I stop walking and think about what Dick says as he keeps walking. 

Damn you, Grayson, with your love knowledge.

“Alright guys the sun is setting. I suggest we set up camp soon,” I tell my team. After a few more minutes, we come across a small clearing, but it’s big enough for us to set up some tents and a bonfire.

“This where we’re gonna stay. Start setting up tents,” I say as I set down my stuff.

“I call bunking with Y/N!” Damian shouts. She looks at him in confusion. We then look at each other with baffled expressions.

“I didn’t bring a pillow, and they’re soft,” Damian continues. My jaw drops as I realize what he’s talking about. Y/N rolls her eyes and keeps taking out her tent.

“Nice try, Damian, but I’m gonna be bunking with me, myself and I,” She responds as she squats down to the ground.

Damn you, Y/N.

“But–” Damian starts.

“No, buts. I need my privacy,” she cuts him off.

“Damn it!” he yells. What a twerp.

“You can bunk with me, Damian,” Dick says.

“Fine. Only because I don’t wanna be in the same tent as Todd and Nerd Fest over there,” he gestures to Tim and I.

“Excuse me, but ‘Nerd Fest’ already has his tent set up,” Tim stands proudly next to his perfectly set up tent.

“So do I,” Y/N stands up. I look at my tent which is still in pieces.

“How did you guys get done so fast?!” I say.



I roll my eyes and go back to setting up my tent. When we’re done, I take Dick and Tim with me to get some wood for the fire and when we come back, Y/N and Damian are nowhere to be found.

“Guys?” I call out. Nothing. Then I hear laughing and giggling from the forest area across from us. Damian and Y/N come out of the brush, laughing without a care in the world.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, they both stop their laughing and look up at me.

“Nothing, we just went to go look around the area to see if there are any nearby resources,” Y/N says as she stifles giggles.

“Yep,” Damian agrees. I raise an eyebrow at her and she semi-rolls her eyes.

“We found monkeys doing the nasty,” she explains. “I covered his eyes but he’d already seen the beginning.”

I rub my temples and sigh.

“Okay fine. Listen, we have to eat. The sun is going down, and I’d like to see if insects crawl in my food or not so I don’t accidentally eat a spider or something,” I say.

“Sounds good. Let’s get the bonfire set up and eat, I’m hungry,” Y/N says and moves past me over to Dick and Tim. She quickly sets up the bonfire and helps make the food we brought, which includes baked beans and chicken soup.

We all sit on logs as we sip the soup in silence. Y/N finishes first and gets up from her log and rinses out the thermos cup with a little bit of water.

“I’m going to bed. Good night,” she crawls into her tent and zips it up.

“Since I’m not bunking with Y/N, Todd, why don’t you?” Damian asks me. I look up at him and shoot him a small glare as I eat my soup.

“I don’t really like her,” I mutter.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” Damian says loudly. Dick and Tim shush him but I know he heard me clear as day.

“Nothing. I’m done too, see you guys tomorrow morning.” I finish my soup and rinse out the cup as well. I head over to my tent, which is the furthest from Y/N’s and I go inside. I frustratedly take off my chest harness and shirt, then my pants. I get in my sleeping bag and fluff the attached pillow.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep for about an hour, but I can’t, so I sit up and the first thing I see is a green glow from outside. I open my tent zipper a bit and see a dim-ish light coming from Y/N’s tent. Her figure is sitting down and looking at something.

What could she possibly be doing this late at night?

Reader POV

“If we go up the river, and then…cross it over here….through this gorge…and then…over here…we should be…in the fifty mile radius…of the Lost City, here,” I look at one of Tim’s maps. I flip open the book of my research and go to the maps I printed out so I can draw the path I made on my own map.

However, when I get to it, I begin to notice something.

The maps are different.

“What…?” I breathe. I put the printed map next to Tim’s and compare. My map shows landmarks that aren’t even on Tim’s map. It’s old, apparently it was from sometime in the BC era, and someone had recovered it and posted a picture of it on the Wikipedia page. It’s the closest connection I found to the ancient civilization that used to live in The Lost City.

“Wait what does this say?” I ask myself as I bring the Tim’s map closer to the light. A word is scrawled across the area next to Colombia but I can’t read it. I still don’t know what it says.

I then look back at my map. Something’s weird about this. And then I notice.

“No…no…no. No no no. This isn’t right. That’s supposed to be right there…but it’s not. So where is it?” I fumble between the maps. I put Tim’s translucent map on mine and hold them up so the light from the lantern shines through.

I shift the maps so the Colombias are right on top of each other. Then I see it.

Oh. My. God.


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Have you thought about yandere scavengers? :3c

Reader manages to escape the Lost Light, but they are nowhere near Earth. They have a crash landing on the planet the scavengers are currently at, and Grimlock finds you and seems to like you, and they are on their way to Earth anyway so you’re allowed to come with them.

At first they aren’t too fond of you (Fulcrum especially), and you have to help with stuff on the ship (like clean/repair hard-to-reach spaces) but after some time you get less and less work to do and just have to accompany the others on their own shifts. Reader worries that the events of Lost Light will happen here too, but since they are deceptions the are in much stronger denial and take a lot longer to go fully yandere.

As Cranckcase is meeting his online friend on Earth, you’re getting ready to pack your stuff, say goodbye and get off the ship once they get back. You’re so happy to be home, can’t believe you made it, and have actually grown attached to the cons and will miss them.

But they’ve been talking together, planing the past few weeks, without your knowledge. They’ve been awfully quiet during your little “goodbye and thank you”-speech. You shrug it off as “maybe they’re gonna miss me too but don’t want to admit it”. You start to walk towards the big, wide-open exit. The sunset is beautiful, you can see a town, human civilisation, in the distance! There’s a smile on your face and a tear runs down your cheek.

But before you can reach it, the exit starts to close. You’re too surprised to start sprinting, instead you stop and roll your eyes as you think Misfire or someone is joking with you. But when you look at them, they look dead serious and shortly after the ship starts and looking out a window you see how you leave the ground. A chill runs down your spine as you take in the situation, the familiar look in their eyes… You were so, SO close to home, to freedom. And now you see the Earth getting further and further away, quicker than ever before.


who u should fight: foxes edition
  • dan wilds: who wins: dan. dont fight her. she’s captain of the most disorganized team in class i exy that alone takes Serious Skill pal plus she currently holds the title of best gf in the world??? im sorry i dont make the rules this girl’s got brawns and brains and attitude down 2 boot i swear 2 god dont even try to fight her bby girl’s gonna beat ur ass faster than neil can say “im fine”
  • kevin day: who wins: you but mostly bc he’s too busy watching exy tapes to pay attention 2 u so u Could fight him but u could also be a decent fucking person
  • andrew minyard: who wins: lmao
  • matt boyd: who wins: matt. he’s one of the team’s backliners he knows how 2 play rough and he’s a giant??? he’s at least 6 feet tall and is fit as fuck?? slam dunk @ u homeboi’s the son of a boxer he knows what he’s doing but pls fight him so i can marry dan
  • aaron minyard: who wins: my guy he has literally killed a man
  • seth gordon: who wins: it’s a toss-up this boy starts up way more fights than he could finish he kicks kevin’s ass he kicks matt’s ass he kicks everyone’s ass he kicks his own ass
  • allison reynolds: who wins: allison. and look good while doing it too she’s probably one of those people who can run in heels and get in a brawl w someone while keeping her makeup hair and nails intact im both terrified and turned on
  • nicky hemmick: who wins: you. he wont care tho he’ll probably make a bet about how he loses too fucker’s transcended past the plane of giving a shit at this point he just wants everyone to be happy and spread love wherever he goes why would u do this 2 him
  • renee walker: who wins: lmao pt. 2
  • neil josten: who wins: let’s face it if ur in a fight w neil he probably started it in the first place smartmouthed little shit that he is but lay even just a single finger on this human scar museum and everyone’s gonna come @ u the team the fbi a british gang of mobsters run while u still can