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painting the meadow’s void.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff / soulmate au

word count: 12,928

description: Engraved in your skin, the time and date that you will meet the person that fate believes is perfect for you. Seven years since the marks rose from the depths of your souls, the two of you have been waiting and now the moment is finally here. But the date of your meeting just also happens to be on Christmas and unfortunately Jungkook has absolutely no idea what to get for someone who somehow already means so much to him, yet he still knows so little about. 

request: soulmate timer au

note: this is incredibly cheesy, forgive me lol. also this is part of the seven days of christmas collaboration!

December 24th 10:52

Jungkook’s dreams are filled with starry skies. The black expanse painted with twinkling lights and a crescent moon finish. Lying on his back, the blades of grass falling between the spaces of his fingers. Everything feels so calm, a light breeze mixing with the coldness of the air around him. This is perfect, he thinks to himself. But then suddenly the gentle graze of something settles its way onto the palm of his hand and he thinks to himself — no, this is perfect.

The grip of his hand tightens around the soft and delicate skin of your wrist. He runs his thumb along the top of your knuckles as he tries to memorize the ridges of his self-conjured image of your being. It induces goosebumps along his entire body. Just from your touch alone, and in a dream no less, he is still so affected. A deep inhale enters his lungs before he turns to look at you lying next to him in the grassy meadow of his dreams. The edges of his vision are blurry and he can’t make out your face, but it doesn’t matter to him because this is perfect — you are perfect.

He wants to move closer. He wants to hold you in his arms, and he is so close to making this a reality, even if it is in his dreams, but then—

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I'm Sorry Part 3.5

Warning: lots of violence, attempted murder, attempted suicide, and much much more blood and gore.

It’s rare for me to start the A/Ns with a warning but… The whole chapter is basically just that….. Sorry….

In the middle part, the POV changes back and forth to different places. Sorry if it will be confusing.

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Fresh paced around the hallways as he waits for the doctor to come out of the room. He found Fika in a very narrow alleyway, already dying. He really hopes that Fika will be safe.

“Fresh, calm down.” Paperjam hugged fresh from behind. Fresh just nodded and sighed.

A few minutes later, familiar voices called out to them.

“Fresh!” Fresh looked at the direction of the voice and saw Xahji. She has a worried look on her face, tears threatening to fall.

“X-xahji….” Fresh looked behind Xahji and noticed the worried Idle and Siren. Colonna is there as well. But for some reason….. She looks like she is faking it…. Fresh must be overthinking it.

“Where’s Fika?! Is she alright?” Idle asked worryingly.

“We don’t know yet…… ” Fresh responded.

“Poor Fika…” Colonna said with fake concern.

“Let’s just wait… For now….” Fresh said as they sat.

A few minutes later which felt like hours, the doctor finally came out.

“Doctor!” Idle rushed to the doctor and grabbed her coat.

“How is she?” Siren questioned.

“Her vocal cord is damaged. She won’t be able to apeak from now on. And she had a lot of blood loss. She would need hours or maybe days befor she wakes up. But I can assure you that she will live.” The doctor said as she removed Idle’s hands gently.

“Thank you.” Paper jam said.

“You can enter the room now but be gentle. Call me when needed.” The doc said and left them.

Idle quickly bursted into the room. He rushed to Fika’s side.

“Fika…. I’m sorry you had to suffer for this…..” Idle apologized hoping that he hears her.

“Idle, don’t blame yourself.” Colonna held his shoulders.

“But it IS my fault!” Idle’s tears started to fall.

“No it’s not.” Xahji hugged Idle.

“B-but-” Idle started only to be cut off by a kiss.

“Look, Idle. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. Let’s just make sure that Fika is ok.” Siren said. No one noticed the frown that Colonna was giving though.

“I’ll stay here to watch on Fika. Someone has to guard her, y'know.” Fresh said.

“You sure? You’ll be skipping class.” Colonna confirmed.

“I’ll be fine. One absent won’t hurt.” Fresh assured her.

“Plus, I’ll be with him the whole time.” Paperjam added.

“Ok….” Idle nodded and left the room with Siren, Xahji and Colonna.

“Now….” PaperJam pulled Fresh by the waist. “We finally have time for ourselves~” He kissed Fresh suddenly, earning a slight reaction from him.

“Mmmf~!” Fresh felt PaperJam penetrate his mouth. He pushed PJ away, blushing.

“P-paperJam… We are in a hospital….. This isn’t a place where we should do it now…..” Fresh said, embarrassed. “Plus, Fika might wake up any minute…”

“Freshy…. You’re no fun, today.” PaperJam leaned his head on the crook of Fresh’s neck.

“We just…. Can’t do it here….” Fresh looked away.

“How about tonight~?” PaperJam smirked when he saw Fresh’s blush darken.

“Sure….”

(Me: Meanwhile, with the tailed jerk, clueless idiot, one-eyed monster and the psychopatic yandere~)
(Siren, Idle, Xahji & Colonna: Excuse us?!?!)
(Me: Ok, ok. Meanwhile, with the four friends~)

“I can’t believe this….” Xahji thought outloud.

“Fika was one of the few friends I have….” Idle sighed.

“She did nothing wrong to deserve this.” Siren growled with anger.

“Whoever could have done this?” Colonna asked to nobody in particular.

They all just sighed in unison. They were walkng back to the school since it’d only a 25-minute walk to the hospital.

“Poor Fika…” Idle murmured.

“Hey, guys. Let’s just go back and inform everyone in class.” Colonna said.

They all agreed.

“They have the right to know.” Siren told them.

“I’m gonna tell Goth to tell Palette. The captain and the nurse were close, afterall.” Xahji informed her friends.

“I’ll…. Go tell Cray….and maybe Cil….” Idle looked down at his feet, some of his tears still escaped.

“Idle….” Siren hugged his boyfriend tightly.

“I’ll go tell My bros….. And maybe the teachers, I guess….” Siren looked to the side.

“I’ll… Tell our classmates then.” Colonna kept walking ahead of her friends.

“Let’s just hope that she’ll be fine.” They all nodded until finally, they reached the school.

~time skip brought to you by cliche~

Colonna rushed to the clinic and took the poison. Good thing that she stole Fika’s keys before she stabbed her to half-death.

Her plan has officially started.

“This will work. Fika is in the hospital, Snazzy and Cil have practice, Xahji’s helping Goth in fixing the library, Swifty and Cray are preparing for the next UnderHigh News, Idle is with them… But I can call him here…” Colonna thought to herself.

“Just gotta prepare the suicide letter, the food, the poison and my trusty knife just in case.” Colonna pulled out her knife. Her favorite one to use in killing people. Yes, this wasn’t the first time.

There were multiple cases of dissapearance of students in their school. And it’s all because they either had a crush on Siren or they got too close to him.

“Oh Siren-pai, we will be together soon. I promise…” She hid the knife in her knife pocket under her skirt. That way, it won’t be too obvious.

She poured the poison in the food and decided to call Idle for an invitation for snacks.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” She smiled when she heard Idle.

“Hey, Idle. You busy? I was wondering if we could have a snack together today.” Colonna said innocently.

“Sure! I’ll just have to finish some things here.” Idle smiled.

“Ok! I’m willing to wait.” Waiting isn’t a problem for her, anymore. It’s all calculated. “See you on the roof top.”

“I’ll be there in 20 min i guess.” Idle chuckled and hung up the phone.

After poisoning Idle, she could just throw him off the railings down the dumpster next to the school’s incinerator. She prepared everything beforehand.

By lunch, the delinquents aren’t there, guarding. If she ever had to use her knife, she could still throw the body there and use the door on the west. That place isn’t crowded plus, it was almost time for school to end, anyways.

“Everything is flowing according to plan. And his 20 minutes has started. Its…. 5:25.” Colonna smirked and waited for the clueless Idle to go.

19:53 left.

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“Ugh….. This is such a pain…..” Xahji complained as she put down a box above the three other boxes.

“Hey, Xahji. Need help?” A voice said.

“Oh. Hey, Dance. I was just about to take these to my clubroom.” Xahji said. “But they are too heavy.”

“I can help you.” Dance suggested.

“Really? It won’t bother you, would it?” Xahji asked.

“Nah. Not a single bit.” Dance smiled as he picked up the two heavier boxes.

“Ok. Thanks.” Xahji said and picked up the other two boxes.

14:41 left.

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“It’s almost 10 hours…” Fresh sighed as she looked at Fika with worried eyes.

“She’ll be fine.” PaperJam said while playing in his phone.

“You always say that.” Fresh frowned and looked at PaperJam.

“Because it’s the truth.” PaperJam said.

“But she’s been asleep. For 10 hours!” Fresh shouted the last part.

“So? She will wake up soon, Fresh! Justcalm down!” He heard a game over in his phone. “Great. Now, look. I lost.”

“So what?! Fika is much more important!” Fresh shouted before he heard a groan.

He looked at Fika moving. He rushed to her side and held her hand.

“Fika? Fika can you hear me? Paperjam call the doctor!” Fresh stated in panic and relief.

“Got it.” PaperJam pushed the button and alerted the nurses that Fika is awake.

“Fika, you’re safe now. We’re here.” Fresh smiled.

“F…..fresh…?” Fike tried to talk but it hurt. She can’t speak and it hurts when she tries. But she has to warn them.

“I’m here, Fika. You’re safe.” Fresh assured her. “Don’t force yourself to talk.”

“P….lease…. S….save…. I… Idle.” Her voice was hoarse and and broken. “He’s in danger….”

“Why would he be in danger?” Paperjam asked. “Do you remember who did this?”

“C…..colo…..nna….” That was what she said, tears running down her face before the nurses bursted into the room.

Fresh gasped. “Colonna?”

“Sorry, sirs but we have to get you out of this room.” Fresh and PaperJam nodded before rushing to the school.

“We have to save Idle! Colonna could kill him!” Fresh said as they exit the hospital.

“Hop on!” Paperjam threw Fresh a helmet before starting his motorcycle. It’ll be faster than running. You can reach school in 8 minutes.

They rushed to the school’s direction as fast as they can.

12:45 left.

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Idle wrote down the last details of his story and closed his new notebook. It will be such a cute twist that the girl meets her own doppleganger!

Idle smiled and hid his notebook.

“Now, to meet Colly.” Idle looked at his watch. “It’s 5:39 pm. Better head there now.” He whispered to himself.

“Hey, Swifty, Cray, I’ll be on the rooftop with Colly if you need me.” Idle shouted.

“Okie dokie!” Cray shouted back. Swifty juat gave him a thumb’s up.

“See you later!” Idle waved and headed for the rooftop.

05:27 left.

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“Here we are!” Fresh shouted. The two of them parked the motor and removed their helmets to rush to the UHN office.

As they were running there, Siren stopped them.

“Siren, what the fuck! Let us go!” PaperJam demanded.

“Why are you even running? That’s against the rules!” Siren scolded.

“Please, Siren. We have to go to UHN. Idle’s in danger!” This made him shocked. He let them go.

“Where is he?” Siren said, tattoos glowing a bit.

“We don’t know yet. But he might be in their clubroom.“  Fresh said.

"Let’s go, then.” The three of them rushed to where The clubroom is located.

04:02 left.

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“Ouuuuch….” Xahji complained.

“That still looks heavy. Need me to take the other one?” Dance asked, stooping for Xahji.

“No, thank you. I bothered you enough.” Xahji smiled.

“Ok.” Dance said.

“Xahji!” Snazzy shouted.

“Hey, Zee. Hey, Cil. Whatcha doin?” Xahji asked.

“Oh. Practice was over so I oughta might visit ya in the Library. But it seems that you have company.” Snazzy glared at Dance.

“Zee, he was just coincidentally there when I needed help. Geez.” Xahji smiled.

“But still. You shouldn’t trust some random guy. Especially when I don’t know them.” Snazzy said with a hint of jealousy.

“Aww, is Snazzy jealous?” Cil asked laughed.

“Wha-no!"Snazzy blushed. Xahji and Dance laughed.

"I have no plan to steal your girlfriend, Zee.” Dance chuckled.

“First of all, only Xahji can call me that. Second, don’t try me.” Snazzy said.

“Ok, ok. Calm down, boys.” Xahji said.

“Let me help you with that, mi amore.” Snazzy said with Xahji and kissed her on the forehead. He took the two boxes from Xahji .

“T-thanks…” Xahji blushes a bit.

“So, where do we take these?” Snazzy asked.

“At the clubroom.” Xahji stretched.

“Ok, then.” Snazzy smiled and walked between Xahji and Dance to the clubroom. Cil was just amused at Snazzy getting jealous.

03:14 left.

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“Who are we gonna interview next?” Swifty asked.

“The basketball team, of course!” Cray grinned. “We’ll have a big ambush interview!”

“Ok. Let’s get started.” Swifty answered as the door opens.

“Hey, Swifty. Hey, Cray.” Xahji waved.

“Oh, hey Xahji! Hey, Snazzy! Cil! What a surprise! And….” Cray leaned to the side and saw Dance. “It seems like we have a visitor.”

“Oh. This is Dance. A childhood friend of mine.” Xahji introduced him.

“Hey. I’m Dance. Nice to meet you.” Hesaid as he put down the boxes.

“Nice to know you too.” Cray’s smile widened.

“Whatare these for, bro?” Swifty asked to Snazzy.

“These? Just some books.” Snazzy said.

“My bro wanted to stock these here in the clubroom. He said that they’d be useful.” Xahji said.

“There are probs 30 books in each box.” Cil wondered.

“Uh huh.” Dance agreed.

“Well, it’s great that we’re finally done with these.” Snazzy stretched. “They were quite heavy.”

“I had to agree.” Dance nodded. “It would be hard to carry all of these on your own, right J?” Dance said to Xahji.

“Stop calling me with that nickname. Blegh.” Xahji complained.

Snazzy just glared at Dance as Swifty, Cray and Cil giggled at the background.

1:27 left.

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“So Fika is fine?” Siren asked as they ran.

“Yeah. She also warned us about Colonna.” Fresh answered.

“What about her?” Siren raised his eyebrow.

“She is Fika’s-” PaperJam started but was cut when they reached the clubroom.

“Guys! Bad news!” Fresh slammed the door open.

“Bro! What happened?” Cil rushed to PaperJam’s side.

“No time to explain. Where is Idle?” PaperJam demanded.

“O-on the rooftop with Colly. Why?” Cray answered.

“What?!” Fresh and Paperjam Shouted in unison.

“We gotta go. Now.” PaperJam was ready to run but was stopped by Swifty.

“We’re coming with you.” Cil said firmly.

“Ok, good. But we have to hurry.” Paperjam said.

“We will stay here. We still gotta do something.” Xahji said.

“You’re not coming with us?”

“We’ll catch up.” Snazzy assured them.

“Ok. Come on!” Swifty, Siren, Dance, Cil, PaperJam, Fresh and Cray rushed to the rooftop. There’s no time to waste.

00:45 left.

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Mun: RUN BOYS RUN!!!

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technicallydeliciouspeach  asked:

Hello~ Could you please do some hc on how the rfa would react to mc having a huge scar? I'm sorry if I'm being pathetic but well... I have a huge one on my chest from an operation on my heart. I'm kinda used to it now but today one person said that it's disgusting and I had no idea it would hurt me so much. I love your writing. Thank you for everything you do

I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE >___<

I really wanted to do this request asap to make you feel better… but I was busier for the past few weeks than I expected… And we have a LOT of requests in the inbox. 

(Plus my sprained ankle from saving a dog on the road, and a virus—btw both happened the respective days my horoscope sign was ranked 12th on Oha Asa horoscope D: Oha Asa is never wrong.)

Anyway enough with that!! I didn’t write Jaehee’s because I’m not always able to imagine her reaction… Onto the very late fic—I am still very very sorry that this took so long ;^;

–R.I.


RFA Reacts: MC with a Huge Scar

Yoosung

  • We all know he’s the somewhat shy, reluctant type when it comes to doing… explicit stuff
  • So it took a while for him to find out about the scar on your chest
  • When he saw it, his eyes were WIDE with shock
  • And that made you absolutely fucking nervous.
  • Was he… disappointed that you didn’t have perfect skin? That when he touched you during intimate moments, he would have to run his hands over your scar and maybe feel.. disgusted?
  • “Are you… disappointed?” you bit your lip, trying to control the anxious feelings boiling in your chest
  • He frantically shook his head, his eyes still wide in horror at your chest.
  • “MC… who did this to you?” he choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. “Why do you have this…?”
  • Confused, you hesitantly replied, “What… do you mean? It’s from a surgery I had on my heart, a while back…”
  • Immediately, relief replaced the fear on his face. He pulled you close, breathing shakily.
  • “Oh god… I’m so glad… I was so scared that someone hurt you…”
  • You still weren’t sure how he felt about your scar. “You don’t mind? That there’s this… thing on my chest.”
  • He continued to bury his head on your shoulder. “No, MC… I would never be disappointed in you about something like this. I fell in love with you because I enjoy being with you, not because of how you look.”
  • You returned his embrace with trembling hands, holding him tightly. “…Thank you. Just. Thank you.”

Zen

  • Usually, Zen took you out on his day-offs from work
  • But for some reason, you had rejected his invitation that day without reason
  • Worried, he visited you at home, wondering if you were sick.
  • He even brought you soup.
  • You were very reluctant in opening the door to him, feeling shitty. But you’d feel guilty letting him wait outside for hours (because he WILL do that for you) and decided to let him in
  • He was like a puppy greeting their master home, jumping onto you and hugging you as soon as he saw you
  • You winced slightly as his hard abs ahemchest bumped against your scar
  • It’s not like it really hurt anymore, but it was more of an internal pain
  • You avoided his excited gaze and his grin gradually turned to a frown. “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • You sighed. “You know how I had that surgery a while back? I… someone told me it looked disgusting today.”
  • His frown deepened, eyes narrowing into a glare. Despite his very obvious anger, he maintained a cold, low voice. “Who said it.”
  • You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter who said it, more that someone actually commented about the scar in the first place…”
  • His eyes turned sad. “But you’re very beautiful in my eyes… If anyone insults how you look, I’ll always be here to feed you endless compliments about you, because I am in love with you and I want to make you feel better any way I can. MC… for every word that hurts you, I’ll give you ten times the love and care to make you smile again.”
  • You let out a small smile. His words did help a bit. You simply nodded quietly in response to his statement, and he returned a grin, pecking you on the lips.

Jumin

  • One of the bodyguards had informed him about how you’d locked yourself in your room all day. Overwhelmed with a sudden concern, he left work early, not even bothering to clean up the documents on his desk. No, you were a higher priority than his business.
  • He got home in record time, urging Driver Kim to speed on a route with tolls so he could return to your side immediately.
  • In a panic, he whizzed past the bodyguards and maids at his apartment as he rushed to your room. “MC!?” He was panting.
  • Hearing his voice, you froze inside the room. Why was he home so early…?
  • You’d planned to wipe away your tears and convince yourself you were fine before he returned so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you. You didn’t like making him stress out about you. He had so many other important matters to attend to, after all.
  • But he was here.
  • And secretly, you felt happy that he cared enough to come check on you. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. It just felt good to have someone worrying sometimes.
  • “MC… please open the door, and tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, knocking on the door repeatedly.
  • You quietly stepped out of the room, hesitantly meeting his gaze. It was a dark storm in his panicked eyes.
  • He looked over you quickly, sighing in relief that you appeared to be fine, physically, at least.
  • His hands were trembling when they caressed yours, bringing it to his lips to smother in kisses. “I heard that you’d locked yourself in your room today. Did something happen?”
  • You slowly nodded, knowing very well that he would catch your lie. And so you told him how someone had made a hurtful comment about your scar.
  • He knew fully well that you could be sensitive about it, even though you were usually okay. So he listened quietly as you spoke, letting him comfort you with a warm hug and calming hair strokes.
  • No matter how calm he usually appears on the outside, Jumin loved you enough to make a fool of himself for even the little things. Because he loves you for who you are, for every moment you’ve shared together, and everything you’ve ever done for him.

Seven

  • He’d actually been by your side when it had happened. When someone made fun of your scar.
  • And Seven was absolutely furious, holding himself back from punching them, only because you had quietly told him not to, in a pained voice.
  • The car ride back home was silent. He was quietly fuming in anger, while you were feeling self-conscious about yourself.
  • Then suddenly, he went off the road you usually took, calmly driving on the highway elsewhere.
  • “Where are we going?” you asked, bewildered by the sudden change in route.
  • “Somewhere. Together.”
  • You stared out the window, feeling calm from the ride as the scenery whizzed by.
  • When the car finally stopped, you noticed that you had pulled up to a hot spring motel.
  • “We’re gonna be staying here for the night,” he grinned. “So you can relax!”
  • You felt touched by his actions. He wasn’t the best at comforting people verbally considering his own history… but he always knew what to do to make you feel better.
  • “But… how did you make a reservation for us so quickly?” you asked curiously.
  • “Heheh~ That’s! A! Secret!” he winked.
Ed Sheeran sentence starters
  • "I saw a shooting star and thought of you."
  • "You were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love."
  • "If you wanna put this on me, that’s fine, I never blamed you for anything at all."
  • "The world looks better through your eyes."
  • "It's only been one night of love and maybe that is not enough."
  • "If I fall for you, would you fall too?"
  • "It's not a homeless life for me, it's just I'm home less than I'd like to be."
  • "I haven't slept for the past week, two hours ain't enough for me."
  • "I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke."
  • "You can stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now."
  • "Outside the day is up and calling, but I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep."
  • "Never been better since all the therapy."
  • "And you know, if I let you go, I'll still keep you safe."
  • "You are the one I fall asleep with but never wake up to."
  • "The worst things in life come free to us."
  • "I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed."
  • "What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."
  • "I know I'll never hold you like I used to."
  • "I'll be drunk again to feel a little love."
  • "I know you'll never love me like you used to."
  • "I found your hair band on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before."
  • "I don't drink like everybody else, I do it to forget things about myself."
  • "There's no chance that we'll work it out."
  • "I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied."
  • "Everybody said we'd be together forever."
  • "Everything's great and everything's sure, but you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus."
  • "Pain is only relevant if it still hurts."
  • "If I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now."
  • "I should ink my skin with your name."
  • "I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."
  • "You should never cut your hair 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder."
  • "You will never know just how beautiful you are to me."
  • "Maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too."
  • "This is the start of something beautiful."
  • "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."
  • "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love."
  • "I think I love you better now."
  • "Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd."
  • "Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures."
  • "You need me, man, I don’t need you."
  • "Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah."
  • "People think that I’m bound to blow up."
  • "I haven’t got a house, plus I live on a couch."
  • "They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."
  • "Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady."
  • "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
  • "Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone."
  • "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
  • "Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more."
  • "It's been a while but I still feel the same... maybe I should let you go."
  • "Another love that's gone to waste."
  • "If I kissed you, will your mouth read this truth?"
  • "Darling, how I miss you."
  • "You made me scream, but then I made you cry."
  • "Maybe you should learn to love her like the way you wanna be loved."
  • "I never told her that I liked the way she dances slightly out of time and pretends she knows the words to a song she's never heard."
  • "You’re not her, though I try to see you differently."
  • "I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her."
  • "We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run."
  • "Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you."
  • "I didn't mean to break your heart."
  • "Everybody falls apart sometimes."
  • "I know you've found another one, but won't you just hold me tonight."
  • "They don't know we don't speak anymore."
  • "I will stop trying to fall in love again... it never works out anyway."
  • "But I am not anything like I was."
  • "I don't wanna lose a lover and friend in one night if that's alright."
  • "I shouldn't have fucked with your mind and your life too many times."
  • "I never meant to sleep around, I was just lonely."
  • "When I see my future, it is with you."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "If they find out, will it all go wrong?"
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends don't treat me like you do."
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand 'cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know, you're gonna be away a while, but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll never leave again."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend."
  • "Everything changes, but we'll be strangers if we see this through."
  • "I've been sat with you for most of the night, ignoring everybody here."
  • "Don't you worry if I disappear."
  • "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
  • "I was never looking for a friend."
  • "Maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin."
  • "Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Maybe we'll go together and just figure it out."
  • "Trust and respect is what we do this for."
  • "You didn't need to take him to bed that's all."
  • "I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex of course."
  • "It's not like we were both on tour, we were staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
  • "I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
  • "This is not the way you realize what you wanted."
  • "It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
  • "Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe."
  • "I'd disappear, you'd call me selfish, I understand but I can't help it."
  • "So we can either deal with the pain and wait to get on a plane."
  • "You should go, 'cause I ain't ever coming home."
  • "I've been livin' on the road, but then again you should know."
  • "You won't ever be alone... wait for me to come home."
  • "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream."
  • "I've been looking for a lover, thought I'd find her in a bottle."
  • "I'll be feeling this tomorrow."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that."
  • "We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much."
  • "You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us."
  • "All that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "Just don’t expect me back this evening."
  • "I love him from my skin to my bones but I don’t wanna live in his home."
  • "I was raised to keep quiet."
  • "I don't wanna hate you."
  • "I kind of knew you liked the dude from private school."
  • "I knew he had his eyes on you."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "Don't hate me 'cause I write the truth."
  • "I would never lie to you but it was never fine to lose you."
  • "I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet."
  • "Fact is you're mad at me because I backtrack so casually."
  • "You're practically my family, if we married then I'll guess you'd have to be."
  • "Tragically our love just lost the will to live, but would I kill to give it one more shot? I think not."
  • "I don't love you, baby, I don't need you... I don't want you anymore."
  • "I'm not cut out for life on the road 'cause I didn't know I'd miss you this much."
  • "I guess I'm not the man that you need."
  • "Ever since you went to uni, I've been sofa surfing with a rucksack full of less cash and I guess that could get bad."
  • "When I broke the industry, that's when I broke your heart."
  • "I was supposed to chart and celebrate, but good things are over fast."
  • "I tend to turn you off and switch on my professional features, then I turn the music off and all I'm left with is to pick up my personal pieces."
  • "Success is nothing if you have no one left to share it with."
  • "I know you have a day job, but mine is 24/7."
  • "I still love you and I need you by my side if I could."
  • "The irony is if my career and music didn't exist, in 6 years, you'd probably be my wife with a kid."
  • "I'll die from a thrill, go down in history as just a wasted talent."
  • "Eventually I'll be fine, I know that it was never meant to be."
  • "These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit."
  • "Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
  • "I will be loving you 'til we're 70."
  • "People fall in love in mysterious ways."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "For four years I never had a place to stay."
  • "At 16 years old, I moved out of my home."
  • "I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm."
  • "I'll hold ya and you'll think of him."
  • "I'll never trust you again, you can just be a friend."
  • "If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
The Sight of the Stars

(Okay! So this is my super, abysmally late Star Trek Network Gift Exchange gift for @orsonkraennic. I’m sorry this is so late! Life and school and I started one, but then didn’t like it so switched and…yeah. I tried to incorporate two of your prompts, and I hope I’m able to make you smile! Thank you for being so understanding. Anyways, Enjoy!)


“I love you.”

The first-time Jim had said those words to Leonard, he hadn’t paid much attention. “You have a concussion,” he’d informed Jim, and slipped his pen-light back into his coat pocket before going to prepare a hypo to reduce some of the swelling. “Save your confessions for the next person who gives you an orgasm.”

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Amore

Excerpt: “Most people wouldn’t take too much time in choosing their meal when going out to eat, but Dan wanted to be certain that this meal would be the best one he would ever have in his entire life.”

Genre: heavy angst and sweet savory fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: TW depression, suicide/suicidal thoughts

A/N: Wow this fic was interesting to write! While I was eating out at this small Italian restaurant, the idea for this fic came to mind, so I immediately wrote it down in my notes on my phone. The majority of this was written during the extra time I had when I finished each of my finals early; it was like a cool release of creativity after bubbling in letters A-E for an hour non-stop.

Also, the birth of this fic wouldn’t have been possible without the help of Sam @crescendohowell who betaed this fic for me! Thank you for rewording some of my messily phrased sentences, helping fill in some small details that made this fic more whole, and for calling me out on all of my Glee references LOL.

I dedicate this piece of writing to my friend Ambre @ambreasc for cheering me on and for always being a source of positivity, support, and encouragement for this fic and everything beyond it!

SO YES, it’s like I’m making a speech for the Oscars so I’ll just stop now hahA.

I hope you guys enjoy this semi-lengthy oneshot <3




amore
noun
love; a feeling of great affection

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anonymous asked:

im a new exo fan so if it's not too much to ask... how do the other members act around yixing? are they good to him? anymore drama? i want the true tea.........

Ok so here it is right I’ll start with Yixing’s literal Soulmate in order all the way to “Yixing…what’s a Yixing?”

Baek, alpha xingmi, full of love, smiles at zyx like he is every flower in this entire world, hypes up his solo projects, dances his choreo 2 make him laugh, encourages him to speak during interviews, love 💜

Sehun, makes insta posts leaving a seat open for zyx, practices chinese with him, seems to really really admire him, big heart, never rlly has said anything mean or vagued before so 👍

Suho, not like The Closest, but they’re good, literally flirt with each other all the time, has vagued about yixing (members not being here type stuff) but in a positive and negative way so

I don’t know, I guess I would put Chanyeol here for the sheer fact that he acknowledges Yixing a lot, spends a lot of time with him on stage & acts nice, interacts with him pretty regularly, but I think he might have some ulterior motives (i.e. his livestream during the premiere of lose control like……..i’m sure he knew the exo fans watching him would not be watching lose control…right?) also has mocked yixing’s language skills before not cool

Kai is here because I don’t think he’s met Yixing yet but he’s a good soul so I’m sure when they meet they’ll be good friends

Kyungsoo, just met Yixing last year (probably thought he was a backup dancer before), they shared a nice firm handshake, we’ll see where it goes from here

Xiumin, has said like 1 nice thing about Yixing (that he supported him a lot during exo-m) but that’s like Literally It, plus you know where his loyalty lies ((see below))

Jongdae @ Yixing prior to 2015: 😘💞💖👍👼💕👏😍💜💓

Jongdae @ Yixing now: ❌👎🚫😡🗣🙅😔☠❌👊😡

YOU?!

genre: drama (?) , series

word count: 1098

Prompt: “Your friend/roommate sets you up on a blind date with an ex-boyfriend that they never knew about. You two didn’t end on good terms, Will the date go on as planned? Or will you both leave? How will this scenario end?”

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Just a head’s up: This is my first time (and probably my last time) writing a fanfic, so please go easy on me. Happy reading! 


Sounds of an alarm clock blaring cause you slowly open your eyes from another dreamless sleep. Like any other day, you will yourself out of bed to get ready for another day at your job. You worked as a photographer and photo editor for some lame magazine company. You’re doing what you’ve always wanted to do, it just isn’t where you thought you’d be though. You imagined yourself taking pictures of beautiful models or incredible scenery from around the world, instead of politicians and boring gray factories. “It’s going to be a long day.”

After getting ready, you attempt to leave the apartment when your roommate stops you and yells, “GUESS WHAT I DID?” “Why are you yelling? It’s eight in the morning.” “Don’t be such a sad sack, just guess!” You stood there, stuck in your best friend’s death grip on your shoulders, trying to make it look like you were thinking about whatever it is she just did. “I don’t know, you won the lottery and we don’t have to go to work anymore?” “Gee, I can always count on you to set the bar too high, but no. I didn’t win the lottery, I got you a blind date!”

Before you could really savor the thought of drop kicking her because blind dates are always a bad idea, she holds her hand up and begins telling you that she set the date up on a Saturday because you’re a workaholic, she’s met this dude before so he isn’t sketchy, and the date is at 7pm so you could sleep through most the day. “Come on, we’re ahead on rent and you need to take a load off. Plus, you need to enjoy your weekend instead of lumping around eating junk food and watching terrible movies.” Wanting to reject your roommates offer, you looked her in her eyes and saw that they were almost pleading you to agree to the date. She did do this for your sake and not wanting to make her sad for all her efforts going to waste, you reluctantly say yes but only is she double dates because you haven’t  been on a date in a while.

Days went by a lot faster than they normally did and before you knew it, it was Saturday. Even though you wanted to sleep in you were awake, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but think about this blind date. Where was the date going to be? Will he have some common interests? Is he going to be super beautiful like the rest of your roommate’s friends? You haven’t thought about a date this much since, him.

You weren’t always so lifeless, but one thing is for sure, you’ve always been a workaholic. Working hard, studying even harder to get where you are now. He used to love the drive you had to be what you wanted, until it got in the way.

After three years of being together, you and your ex-boyfriend got into a heated argument about how you two never spend enough time together because YOU never seem to make the time. “It’s like you don’t care about US anymore. Every time I’m done with dance practice or when I finish up in the recording studio, you’re the first thing on my mind and I always find time for you. It’s all about you and your dreams now.” “How dare you say that I don’t care. I just don’t have the ti-” “YOU NEVER MAKE TIME THAT’S WHY!” That was the first time he’s ever yelled at you before. You were taken aback for a moment, until you walk to the door and tell him, “If you can’t just support me and all the work I’m putting in to be someone some day, the way I do for you, then you can leave.” He stared at you for what felt like forever before he started walking towards the open door. “If you close that door, I won’t come back.” You didn’t say anything to him nor could you find it in you to look him in the eyes. He just looked away and left. It took you a while before you closed the door, but when you did, all the tears you held back during the argument streamed down your face. He was really gone.

It wasn’t until you heard the toilet flush that you came back to reality and noticed you were crying. Expecting your roommate to walk in anytime soon, you wiped your face quickly and hide under the covers. As you predicted she walked in, but only to see if you wanted breakfast. You feigned a sleepy voice and told her no. Just as she closed the door you kicked the covers off and just laid there trying to think of your date tonight instead of the past.

Five o'clock came around and you and your roommate fought over the bathroom mirror, trying to get ready. Once you’ve finished flat-ironing your hair, you rummaged through your closet for clothes that didn’t make you look like a stiff. You eventually settled on a pair of ripped up skinny jeans, your roommates gray crop top, your black Nike windbreaker, and your black low-top converse. Your roommate comes in to see if you’re good to go and the two of you head out.

The two of you were going on a double date to see this fall season light show at a festival they hold in town every year. As you’re staring out the window your roommate asks if you’re nervous. “Just a little. It’s been some time since I’ve been out on a date.” “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. This guy is super sweet and he won’t make things awkward… At least not on purpose.” You two share a laugh as she parks the car.

With your arms locked together so you don’t lose one another, the two of you make your way through the crowd looking for your dates. “There they are!” She picks up the pace, dragging you a little. Getting closer to the pair of boys you knew that they were friends with your roommate. Designer jackets, black Yeezy shirts, ripped black pants, Jordans. If they didn’t look as cool you would have guessed that they went to a funeral.

She stops you in front of them as she hugs her date from behind. Just as she’s about to introduce you to your date, he turns around and your jaw couldn’t have dropped any faster. Standing in front of you was your blind date, and ex-boyfriend. “YOU?!”


Shout out to @scenarioideas for this writing prompt. I just liked the prompt so much I had to write. Thank you so much (:  I am open to critics about this. I know it ‘s pretty short and I will definitely try to make something longer (if I keep writing). There MIGHT be a part two to this I promise. 

anonymous asked:

i just can't stop thinking about sam having some kind of Awakening™ after leaving the military about being genderqueer and it won't leave me alone. like sam who mismatches feminine and masculine clothes and wears makeup with a fully grown beard and kicks hydra's ass with a pair of heels (halp I'm dying ;-;)

IM SCREAMING this means so much to me like plus I also headcanon that Sam went through a similar phase in high school about bein gay and just imagine when the boyfriends find out about this…

“No, you didn’t,” Bucky said. He was seated at the couch in Sam’s living room with episode 6 of The Get Down paused on the voguing scene.

Which had led to an offhand “Hey, I have a dress almost exactly like that,” which sparked a conversation about that intense phase they’d gone through once they had their separation orders in hand.

Sam laughed and shook their head. Steve and Bucky both had these ridiculous expressions on their faces like they wanted to ask for more but didn’t know how far to push. It was sort of cute.

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2skip  asked:

Chapter 31 (the church scene) of BLLB ends with Ronan being very angry. Why? This scene really bothers me, like I'm missing something important. He could be angry just because, but I don't think so. It's like this time, he's actually really hurt. Did the dream upset him? He almost seems ashamed (?), but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it and he's upset because he's Ronan Lynch. What do I know? He challenges us all to learn him again :) Thanks, Kat

Dear wolfwings7,

The short answer to this is he thought he didn’t have to feel that way anymore. 

The longer answer requires spoilers. 


Spoilers.


Spoilers.


Spoilers. 

Is that far enough? If you’re spoiled after this, it’s your own fault. 

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those big life moments

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 1,864
prompt: “day four: argument - even the best of couples have their bad days, but not all arguments are all that serious” 
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017 
summary: big, life changing moments are supposed to be remembered forever. but riley has a feeling this one might be memorable for a whole different reason. 
notes: this fic originally was a really fluffy piece, that slowly because some more emo and a lil angsty, but it still ends on a positive note, i swear. it examines how something pretty minor can evoke a lot of emotions from people. i’m not 100% pleased with the results, but what can you do. also, this fic takes place in the universe of gotor (written by maggie @friarlucas) and my own fic, sign of the times, but is in the future. enjoy! 

“Lucas, I don’t really see what the big deal is?”

Riley watched as Lucas took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with her completely. She knew that there was going to be a conversation between them when he got home today, but she didn’t know that it was going to go down the way that it was so far.

There were multiple beats of silence between them, the only noise in the room being the hum of the refrigerator. Lucas was still refusing to meet her gaze and the longer there was a silence between them, the more and more nervous Riley became that she had thoroughly screwed up.

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alright lads, listen up! you’ve had your audrey hepburns and your marilyn monroes. now, get yourselves ready for the real deal!

meet amor:  an average        ow!  alright, alright!  pass it here;  a super h… i’m not reading that out to them.  seeing as someone’s not happy with the introduction,  i’ll just cut to the chase.  so,  all these stories you’ve heard about cupid and them being the son of love goddess venus or whatever. yeah, all of that!  it’s fake.  except maybe one tiny lil detail and that’s the whole god of affection part. except, minus the god part.  they’ll tell you otherwise,  but don’t believe a thing they say. pathological liar or y’know, just years of being stuck on earth ( we’ll get to that later ) is sure to take its toll on their memories.

so, get this: cupid was originally some bright ball of light. some REAL tinkerbell shit, right ?  trust me, it gets worse. he’s got all his siblings, now, they’re all bright balls of light too. only difference is that he gets picked. by who? keep asking yourself that, you’re not gonna find any answers any time soon.  the next process is easy: like one of those apps. you basically get to choose your face. it all sounds good and everything, but when you’ve never seen a living entity before?  little hard. but, hey, they’ve managed it and i gotta hand it to them. they knew exactly what they were doing.

i can’t just give you all of their life story before we actually do anything with them ( plus, we haven’t got…  waithow many years was that again? )  but here’s a lil bit from them to keep you on your toes.

  • “ finally, i thought she was gonna go on for forever. and my brothers and sisters had the audacity to tell me that i was the motor mouth! me?! i’m the most reserved guy you’ll ever know! ” 
  • “ i don’t have a lot to say, but i just wanna let you know that brangelina. i made that happe      wait. what do you mean they’re not together anymore?! seriously! all that effort, and for what? nothing! there’s just no appreciation these days ! ” 
  • why is everyone calling me cupid… who came up with that? it’s stupid. ”  spoiler: they did. you know that impulse feeling you get as a kid and you do something stupid that you’ll regret for the rest of your life. this is that something stupid for amor.
  • “ red roses? the colour red, in general. i invented ‘em both! ” they only wish. 
  • “ i was basically gonna be the james bond of loooove, but someone, just had to go and tell the people about me. with good intentions, but now daniel craig’s gone and took my spot. i’ll never be known for inventing love. ” they’re really missing the idea of secretive.

did i mention that they could possibly be the worst matchmaker? has their good days but not many. extra as hell? probably has a swear jar but instead of collection cash they’ve got sweets? loves maths? i know, i know, i just had to go and ruin the hashtag relatable streak! but moving on! keep your eyes out for possibly another adaptation of CUPID real soon.

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma. I'm planning on buying a new MacBook for university soon and I'd been set on the MacBook Air in 11,6" but now I'm getting doubts. Do you think the screen would be too small for university? I know you have the Pro why did you decide to have that one? Do you know of disadvantages the Air would have for university?

Hey there! At my school we were given 11″ Lenovo laptops and for the most part I found it fine to work with. It was a little small and I definitely preferred my own 13″ MacBook but it still functioned for what I was using it for: basic internet research, note-taking, Google Classroom, etc. When it came to anything more, I’d use my own laptop so the size didn’t factor it too much. As I am now using a 13″ and 15″ MacBook, I don’t feel I could cope on an 11″. For me, I think I’d find it way too small. I purchased my 13″ Pro before the Air was even available so in that decision there wasn’t many options to consider. If you’ve followed me for a while, you might have seen my on going debate about a new laptop. I was extremely set on getting Air because I didn’t really like the any of the 13″ Pros. My sister has the older version and I don’t really like the feel of the keys, and there are apparently issues with marks getting underneath the screen. I also didn’t want the newest ones because there was no normal USB ports (I didn’t want to need an adapter every time I needed to use one) and I didn’t want the extremely thin one with the single port! So with that I was set on the Air. However because I’ve recently taken up an interest in Adobe Programs/video creation, I was told the Pro would be better at handling that. Since I wasn’t keen on my sister’s 13″ Pro and was planning to use such programs I decided maybe the 15″ would be best. So that is how I arrived at my current laptop! But if I wasn’t planning to use those programs I would have picked the 13″ Air. It’s super lightweight (compared my both of mine which are the heaviest of them all), which makes it great for carrying to uni and putting inside any size backpack. It has incredible battery life which is what everyone needs! The 11″ Air might be good for fitting on lecture tables - my 13″ fills up most of the table so it’s tricky to fit any paper to the side. In my opinion, if you’re just planning on relatively basic computer tasks (internet research, note taking) then the Air is perfect. If you’re planning to do more complex tasks, the pro is probably better equiped to do so. Whilst the Air would probably still be able to cope, the Pro might just be faster and more reliable. I honestly can’t think of any disadvantages for the Air - however it is always important to make sure a Mac does connect/work with your uni. I know some places are specific with the types of laptops which can connect so it’s worth noting! Perhaps going into the Apple Store and stimulating your average desktop (e.g. the programs positioned how you’d use them to write an assessment) would help you come to a decision! I’m sure the 11″ would be fine however in my personal opinion, I’d go with the 13″ - I wouldn’t want to regret my choice if I realised the screen is too small :-( However, weirdly I just looked on Apple’s website and the 11″ doesn’t seem to be an option anymore so maybe they’re discontinuing that size? Another point to consider is apparently they’re updating their Mac range soon so maybe wait to see for those or if there is a price drop on older models. Plus, don’t forget student discount!! x

anonymous asked:

Heya! I love the writing on this blog, and congrats on 200 followers! Can I have a short story of the reader and McCree having mutual feelings for one another (so crushes), but the reader is super shy and gets flustered with compliments or physical affection, and perhaps McCree teases them about it? Sorry I'm trash, this is my favorite thing ever.

Mod Lottie coming back from the grave, I’ve been so tired lately but I can’t leave you all hanging! Plus, this request right here is my jam. Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy and have a great day!

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“You’re not doing much by just staring at him (Y/n)! You should go talk to him. You don’t get to speak to him that much outside of missions and I’m sure he’d love talking to you!” Mei encourages you with her bubbly optimism. She was the only person you told about your little infatuation with the modern day cowboy but what you didn’t know was that almost everyone in the base caught on by now. Half of the agents knew how to read people to begin with but the rest knew because it was just easy to tell.

“I can barely stand near him without shrinking away much less approach him!” You respond already defeated, crossing your arms onto the table you were sitting at in the mess hall and resting your head on your arms.

“Now now, don’t put yourself down so much.” She says as she runs your back reassuringly, “Besides, I have a feeling you won’t be the one approaching him!” She says in a mischievous voice that you thought she only reserved for intense snow ball fights that she had a frighteningly natural talent for. Confused, you raise your head to look at Mei only to have your sight redirected to another figure in front of you both.

“Now darlin’ a cutie like you shouldn’t look so glum, the world looks so much better when you smile.” McCree says with a genuine smile as he sits down on the other side of the table, opposite from you and Mei. “What’s got them down in the dumps?”

“Ah, they’re just selling themselves short as usual. I try to lift their spirits but they never listen to me.” She explains, playfully chastising you while patting your back with a smile. She looks over to you and takes a double take at the expression on your face. You were red, frantically looking everywhere except Jesse, and you pinched at Mei’s jacket as a way to comfort you without completely hiding behind her.

“He… called me cute… wha?” You whisper to Mei and look into her eyes desperately for help.

“There’s a lot more where that came from sugar.” Jesse smirks as your eyes widen and you gasp. You grab onto Mei’s arm and try not to squeal. You wished you could just talk to him normally but no matter how hard you tried, your heart couldn’t stop racing and your voice couldn’t be anything but shaky around him.

“Ahh… I’m so sorry Jesse, they’re just a bit on the shyer side.” Mei explains as she continues to attempt to calm you down.

“No need to apologize for that. I find it mighty adorable.” That southern accent really got to you that time. You didn’t know how long you could take anymore of it. Suddenly, it was as though the angels called for you as your handheld holo pad began to beep. Winston was calling you and you wish you could hug him at that exact moment.

“Hello?” You answer a little too eagerly.

“Hi (Y/n). I just wanted to see how your weapon is working after I modified it. I hope it’s functioning as intended.” He inquired.

“Oh, yeah. It’s perfectly fine! Actually, it’s great! Thank you so much!” You chirp happily. Even when you were complimenting someone that was just a friend of yours, you still were a bit soft spoken.

“That’s great to hear! Well, I won’t bother you for much longer. I’ll see you-”

“Wait!” You thought quickly, “What was that?”

“Wha-”

“You need me to come to your lab immediately for help on a gadget you’re making?” You say. Mei stifles a laugh at your over-explanation, she knew you were trying to get out of the situation quickly.

“What are you talking about?” Winston asks.

“No I’m not busy! I’ll come down right now, see you.” Not skipping a beat, you hang up and book it out of the mess hall and into the corridor.

“They can’t hide from you forever you know.” Mei says reassuringly.

“Trust me, I know. And I’m gonna have a bit o’ fun with this.” McCree chuckles slightly.
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Attempt #1

It was early in the morning. You had to get up at the crack of dawn if you wanted to get something to eat before Soldier 76’s extensive morning training that he made specifically for you, Hana, and Junkrat. You three were the only agents required to go, everyone else could go optionally.

You met Hana and Jamison at the empty mess hall, exchanging sleepy grunts as you all made your way to get food. The three of you do your routine almost like clockwork. You’ve spent so many mornings together that you all operated like a well oiled machine together, on and off the field.

You were in your corner, preparing your usual breakfast food when you reached back to grab the glass of orange juice, the only drink that Soldier allowed you three in the morning, that Hana poured out for you. Instead of a glass of OJ, you picked up a hot mug of coffee.

“Huh?” You say as you noticed the dark warm beverage in your hand.

“Oh! Sorry darlin’ that’s mine. Although I could get used to ya handing me my mornin’ coffee everyday.” A voice that certainly didn’t sound like a 19 year old girl said as that same person took the mug from your hand. You looked to your side and your eyes met with Jesse’s.

“Oh, sorry.” Was all you mumbled as you went on with your routine. At this time of day, you weren’t alert enough to react to anything out of the ordinary. Frankly, the fire alarm could go off and your only reaction would be looking up at one of the blinking, beeping machines and saying ‘Oh, okay.’

“Could you give me some sugar? I mean actual sugar, but some of your lovin’ would do just fine.” He said, chuckling at his own line. You give a small laugh in reply as you handed over what he asked for, the only thing you actually registered was the request and the laugh.

You had finished putting everything on your plate when you suddenly realized…

“Um, uh…”

“Finally back from spacin’ out honey?” He grins as he slips an arm around your waist as he takes a sip of his coffee. The heat rushes to your cheeks and you start laughing nervously.

“Oh, uh, I’m late for Soldier and training is gonna be mad and I have to go now.” You spew out as you rush towards the training room. McCree simply laughs at your reaction, but is interrupted by Hana who was glaring at him.

“You’ve been standing there for five minutes, pass me the Frosted Flakes or leave.” She growls.

McCree does as he’s told, “My apologies lil’ lady, hope ya’ don’t take it out on me durin’ training.”

“What? You’re coming to the morning practice?” Hana asks as she pours her cereal into a bowl.

“I offered t’ help the old man with it.” He says as he leans on the counter.

“Ok but why?” She questioned further.

“Let’s say I’m on a little side mission.” Jesse smirks slyly as you came back to mind.

“Does it include blowin’ anythin’ up?” Jamie interrupts expectantly, only to be met by Jesse and Hana’s unimpressed glares.

“Oi! There’s no harm in askin’!”
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Attempt #2

After thinking of a not so good excuse for why you absolutely had to eat in the training room, you had started doing stretches as you and Soldier waited for Hana and Jamie to arrive. And as if on cue, they both arrived, but with none other than McCree himself.

“UM?” You react almost like you’re offended and look towards Soldier for an explanation.

“Agents. McCree here will be joining us for our training today, he will be helping me give you a few extra pointers when needed.” He explains as Jesse goes to stand beside him. Jesse winks at you and it’s almost enough to make you faint.

Training in the morning was horrible, but training in the morning with your crush right there was agony.

He, unsurprisingly, paid special attention to you and he was having way too much fun with you. He took the liberty to get close to you and constantly ‘adjust your position properly’ whenever he got the chance.

Holding you by your hips with your back flush against his body, he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “That’s right, just like that darlin’. Such a good lil’ student aren’t'cha?” He whispered huskily, giving you a tingling sensation in your ear that travelled all the way down to your neck. You blushed furiously as you struggled to keep your aim straight with such shaky hands.

“Don’t be afraid now. I got'cher back. Just fire the target, it’s not that hard.” He continued. Smug bastard. You couldn’t care less about your aim anymore and you just fired, trying to get out of this sinful Heaven you found yourself in. You managed to get a pretty decent shot despite everything Jesse was doing to you, even he was a little impressed.

“Like I said, one helluva student.” He had to top everything he’s done so far so he decided to give you a soft kiss on the forehead.

It was hard to function after all that, and Soldier ended up kicking McCree out of the room.
—————-

Later on that day, you found Mei and told her everything that happened at training.

“He didn’t lie when he said he was going to have a lot of fun with this huh?” Mei said, mostly to herself.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask. Lo and behold, before she could get a word in, McCree approached you both.

“Evenin’ Mei. Could I have a minute with (Y/n)?” He asked politely.

“Oh of course. Don’t stress them out too much though.” Mei said with a laugh.

“Oh don’t you worry. I don’t think I’ve much more patience for that.” He shoots her a grin as if to say something that she seemed to understand. She nods enthusiastically as she goes to make some hot chocolate for you and her. She wondered if she should make a third cup.

McCree took a seat beside you and put a hand on your back as though to calm you down.

“Now look here darlin’, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed yet but I’ve been dyin’ ta’ make you mine for a while now. Been teasing you all day since you’re just too damn adorable but I don’t think I can be satisfied with just teasin’ ya anymore. So what do ya say? Would you be mine?” He embraces you as he holds back a chuckle at the sight of you blushing and trying to look at anything but him.

“Well, um, I kind of… might like you too.” You admit.

“Ya don’t say?” He laughs as he pulls you into a hug, “Well I’m glad ya do darlin’. I’m gonna take such good care of you cause you just bein’ beside me is enough for me to take on the world.”

After his words, you had a brief moment of leaving your inhibition behind and you hugged him so tight. You knew how much you longed for this moment but it didn’t really hit you until now. You teared up a little as you finally felt you could pour out your feelings. Your heart was pounding through your chest differently than it usually did, instead of heart aching longing, you felt pure love.

“I promise not to leave your side as long as you promise not to leave mine.” You say clearly and carefully.

“Course darl’. You’re the sweetest lil’ thing and I’m lucky to have you. I’m not ever gonna be letting you go.”

Mikayuu Fanfiction recommendations

There are around 184 Mikayuu ff in AO3. I read most of them so… I thought, maybe… I’d be of some help?

Ignore the order, please. These are my favorites but I can’t decide which’s better tbh  (◡‿◡✿)

I hope someone finds this useful ^^

Memento Mori

by Nayru Elric

Summary:

What other people don’t know about Mikaela is that behind the facade of tranquility he wears on the outside, there’s a weakness he never let the others see, not even Yuuichirou. Even before vampires took over the world, Mikaela didn’t allow his dark past in his everyday life. When Mika comes back from Ferid’s more exhausted than usual, Yuu demands to know what’s going on.

My comment: 

Angsty but cute :’) <3 

This writter’s so good and the characters are so in-character I strongly believe it could have happened in canon.


To Be A Family

by lemishie

Summary:

Glimpses of the daily lives in the Hyakuya family after the apocalypse and taken captive by the vampires.

My comment:

The hyakuya children being cuties and showing Yuu what family means <3

Mikayuu as kids <3 !

Lots and lots of fluff.

I highly recommend.


Do I Wanna Know

by Crazyloststar

Summary:

Guren Ichinose runs a boy’s love cafe in Tokyo, to spite his family and because why not. Mika works there with a crew of young men.

One day, a familiar face from Mika’s past shows up for his first day of work, and nothing is the same.


College Days

by Mikayuu_Trash

Summary:

Working in a bakery and living a pretty simple college life, Mikaela is doing pretty good despite not having a significant other. Well, yet anyways.

Rated M for future Mikayuu sex ;)


Armor

by CsillaDream

Summary:

Mikaela is a Reaper, who is sent to the human world as punishment for skipping out on his work, but what happens when he becomes friends with the person he’s supposed to reap? How is he supposed to separate work from his personal life when death is constantly around him?

My comment:

Fluff.

Cute <3

Angsty in the latest chapters.

It doesn’t have as many kudos as it deserves. 

The AU is much better than it seems! You’ll actually be surprised.


Dear God

by Roriette

Summary:

He begged, “You can take everything – everything, so please. Please don’t take Yuu.”
-
500 years; 6,000 months; 182,500 days; 4,380,000 hours.
What a terribly quiet world it is.
A world without Yuu.


Afire love

by strikedawn

Summary:

After Nagoya’s failed mission, an unsteady truce is formed between Shinoa’s squad and Mikaela Hyakuya, making Yuu feel conflicted inside. On one hand, he’s got Mika back, his friends are alive, and they seem to be trying to be civil with each other, even if it’s just for his sake. On the other hand, Guren is being held captive by the vampires, Shinya has just given them a mission Yuu doesn’t like, and Mika… Yuu doesn’t really know what Mika is feeling.

Maybe not even Mikaela knows what he’s truly feeling, after all.

My comment:

Everyone’s so in-charater it’s perfect.

I wish this happened in the manga…


Saving You

by seredemia

Summary:

The war’s over and the world looks forward to a brighter future ahead of them. Mika and Yuu have survived the worst, but soon find that they still have one more challenge left to overcome.

Living together.


Wait a Minute

backwardsties95

Summary:

There is a reason you don’t mess with people’s feelings.


I’m Right Here

by seredemia

Summary:

Guren struggles to face the future after a recent divorce. Shinya’s desperate to run away from his past. Yuu just wants a family, whereas Mika’s absolutely terrified of his. Nothing’s as easy as it looks on the surface and all four of them have definitely got issues to face before they can even grasp a semblance of happiness in their lives.

Somehow, a chance meeting at the local supermarket puts into motion a set of events that will finally change their lives. Whether it’s for the better or for the worse is another matter entirely.

My comment:

PAIN.SUFFER.I CAN’T EAT. OR SLEEP ANYMORE. SEND HELP. DON’T READ IF YOU’RE TOO SENSITIVE. THE ANGSTIEST(?) SHIT EVER. I NEED THERAPY NOW. I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES.

MIKA DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE. MIKA’S AN ANGEL. PLEASE SAVE HIM.

It’s a gureshin fic but, in my case, I could barely even notice with ALL THE ANGST.


A Musical Matchmaking

by Sarah737

Summary:

“Who died and placed Ferid as the moderator for the Theatre Club?”

“The real question is: why you still decided joining it?”


 Arms of the Ocean

by Camiella

Summary:

Ever since his beloved family was murdered, Yuu’s dreamt of Mika being alive. Over the years their dream meetings won’t stop reoccurring with Mika growing older alongside Yuu.

Fate must love being cruel to Yuu because there’s no way his dreams are real. After all, dreams are made up in your own head and Mika is dead…right?


Driving with You

by ShearGlacier

Summary:

Yuu sneaks into a car (Kimizuki’s) and drives off and Mika takes a car to see his sick sister. The two crash (literally) into each other and change their lives completely.


A Latte of Mishaps

by haisenana

Summary:

Wherein Yuu is a barista at a cafe and Mika is stressing over his research paper that is due at the end of the week.


Little Red

dolleye

Summary:

Based on “Little Red Riding Hood” by Charles Perrault.


Fast Food of the End: Do You Want Fries With That?

Emma (KarasunoShugoshin)

Summary:

Mika is a poor university student working at McKruldo’s in order to make end’s meet. He hates his job, but it was the only place that would hire a kid with a temporary address. Yuu on the other hand, has his own apartment that he lives in while attending university, but as a stipulation of getting his own place, his parents require him to work at the fast-food restaurant where his uncle is the Assistant Manager. Working at Hiiragi Fried Chicken is a drag, but Yuu figures that at least it’s better than McKruldo’s across the street.

One day, Mika’s sweeping the parking lot of McK’s in order to get away from the General Manager’s constant sexual harassment, when he sees a black-haired boy cleaning the windows at HFC, their main competitor. Their eyes meet, and…


cerulean blue

by sunflowerfaun

Summary:

Our eyes met, and everything around me began to fill with colors beyond imagination.

My comment:

Cute soulmates AU.


A Dance on the Spider’s Web

kuroane

Summary:

If anyone ever dared to look Yuu in the face and say that life of an idol trainee must be idle, he would punch them in the face. If anyone dared to say the same thing to Mikaela, they would be needing a spot on the nearest cemetery.

Singing, dancing, and acting on a daily basis, a nine-people idol unit begins the journey towards their debut. Little do they know about the truth in the rumours surrounding their group from the days before it was even founded. Show business is ruthless to those who cannot adapt - and even worse to those who can.

My comment:

First chapter is the funniest thing ever.


if home is where the heart is

by atrophy

Summary:

Like this, Yuu can almost make himself believe that it’s just the two of them – like they’re the only people left in the world.


Orders

by kanacchi

Summary:

When his delinquent best friend, Yuuichirou Hyakuya, almost got himself hurt in a fight, the head of the student body, Mikaela Hyakuya, decided to abandon all of his charismatic charm to teach his friend a lesson.


little games

princess_serenity

Summary:

There’s a boy that has always attended Shinoa’s parties. His name is Mikaela, and he’s the cutest person Yuichiro has ever seen.

My comment:

Yuu is so akward and Mika’s a prince charming (◡‿◡✿)


Dream Remedy

by thatdankKoushi

Summary:

When Yuu first escaped from Sanguinem and met Lieutenant Colonel Guren, he couldn’t help himself. He broke down, he became depressed and he felt drained of the all the life he used to have.

My comment:

Cute scenes between Guren and Yuu. It has more Mikayuu than expected(even though Mika’s “dead”, I mean).


Communication Is Key

by Esatea

Summary:

As opposed to most stories about childhood friends being separated, they actually did stay in contact. They made sure to call each other at least once every week, and talk for as long as either of them could possibly afford to. And if a night passed without at least a dozen text messages exchanged between the two best friends, that was more of a miracle than Yuu actually cleaning his room.


I actually believe all fanfics here deserve a try. We were blessed with great writters in this fandom (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Plus, there are some stories with a lot of potential but, since they’ve barely even started, I didn’t think I should have added them.

the happy young, part 1

A/N: This is a gift for @echosiriusrumme​ for being such an amazing friend and fan! Read the rest here or on Ao3 here.

Warnings for implied/perceived child abuse

“T’alla?” The whisper of his name, mangled though it is by a toddler’s tongue, draws T’Challa quickly from his light doze. He blinks in the bright beam of light piercing his dark bedroom; light, he realizes, that is escaping from the door, which is standing open.

“Anthony,” he murmurs, sleep rough, and sits up to regard the small figure outlined in the doorway. “Is something wrong?”

The toddler shuffles his feet but does not move further into the room. T’Challa wishes he could see his expression, but Anthony’s face is cast into shadow by the light of the hallway. “Where is Okoye,” he tries again. T’Challa hadn’t left the most important man in his life unguarded, but here Anthony is, wandering freely.

His half-formed fear and irritation is immediately assuaged by a soft, “Here, your majesty.” Okoye steps into view behind Anthony and bows shallowly. “He woke alarmed,” she continues in Wakandan. “A nightmare, I believe. He wanted to see you. I apologize for disturbing-”

T’Challa waves her apologies away and turns his attention towards her silent charge. “Come here, Anthony,” he says quietly, and the boy flings himself across the floor. It’s a marked change from when Anthony arrived a week and a half ago, shivering and flinching from every touch, no matter how gentle. T’Challa slips to his knees next to the bed just in time to catch him. Anthony is shaking, he realizes abruptly, shuddering with the force of the tears that soon soak the shoulder of T'Challa’s shirt.

“I-I,” his voice shakes with sobs, “I had a ba-a-ad d-dream. C-can I sleep with you?”

T’Challa presses a kiss to the top of Anthony’s head and closes his eyes. At least Anthony trusts him with this, now. “Of course, mabhebeza.” Anthony is still shaking, so T’Challa pulls the boy closer and runs a hand down his back. He’s far too skilled at comforting Anthony through nightmares, although the ability to easily scoop the boy up and set him on the bed, as he does now, is new.

When T’Challa sits down on the bed next to Anthony, the boy scrambles up onto his lap and latches onto his shirt. Carefully, T’Challa maneuvers them both to lay propped on the pillows with Anthony on his chest. T’Challa can feel the boy’s breath shuddering, although the tears have stopped, and he strokes Anthony’s back and whispers comfort until he falls still.

The room falls into silence, Okoye having long since departed, broken only by the occasional hitch in Anthony’s breath. T’Challa cards his other hand through Anthony’s soft hair and asks, “can you tell me what you dreamt of?”

Anthony remains silent for a moment, but T’Challa is patient. “I was- I was stuck in metal, all of me, and I couldn’ move my hands or feet or anything and it was really cold.” T’Challa has a sinking feeling that he recognizes this particular nightmare - damn wormhole - but he’s surprised as Anthony turns his face into T’Challa’s shirt and continues, muffled, “and there was a man.” He stops, breath hitching, and T’Challa pulls him closer.

“A man?” he prompts, gently encouraging. Anthony nods against his chest.

“Y-yeah. He was big an’ strong an’ he-” Anthony’s voice drops to a whisper, “an’ he looked like Cap’n ‘Merica, but he couldn’ be, ‘cause he was hittin’ me, an’ I know Cap’n ‘Merica doesn’t hit little kids ‘cause he’s better than daddy, better than anyone.

“Oh, mabhebeza.” Emotion tightens T’Challa’s throat for a moment, and in lieu of words, he pulls Anthony closer. “It was just a dream, Anthony.” A lie, and it hurts. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever. You are safe with me.” This is the unadulterated truth.

Anthony sighs and tucks his head into the crook of T’Challa’s neck. “He was so mad,” he mumbles, already half-asleep.

T’Challa nods, silent, and cards his fingers through Anthony’s hair until the boy’s eyes flutter shut and his breathing evens. T’Challa stares up at the ceiling and does not sleep.

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aenramsden  asked:

So can I ask for some meta on what would have happened if Anakin /hadn't/ been rescued by the Jedi, but was still the Chosen One and a savant with the Force and /Anakin fucking Skywalker/, and what I'm basically saying here is that while the rest of the Galaxy is busy with the Clone Wars there's a massive slave rebellion on Tatooine that's RAPIDLY SPREADING OFF-PLANET.

Somebody on Tatooine is gonna finally do something that makes Ani Skywalker snap and go full Force-user, is what’s gonna happen. Also, I’m apparently doing double headcanons again, WHOOPS~ 

  • Qui-Gon tells him he could be a Jedi but Anakin full-stop refuses to leave his mom and stays on Tatooine. Shit goes down on Naboo without him (God rest ALL THOSE POOR PILOTS’ SOULS, for serious) and Ani feels something weird and sad and tragic in–something inside him, or maybe from something outside him, but it’s very faint and far away and also he has shit to do, he doesn’t have time to dwell on weird feelings (he cries all night, but quiet, so his mother won’t hear, and he uses his morning water ration to wash his face so she won’t be able to tell). Naboo has a war, and Obi-Wan Kenobi is the only Jedi left there to help them fight it. 
  • So Ani Skywalker isn’t getting any Jedi training, but Qui-Gon Jinn told him he could BE a Jedi and then died instead of ever swinging by again to check up on him. Anakin knows he’s dead, in the sense that if someone asked he’d realize that was the answer, but he doesn’t really KNOW it. He knows how fast a Jedi should be, though. He knows how strong. He knows how a Jedi feels in the Force, now. He knows they can move things WITH the Force and he knows what the FORCE feels like when a Jedi moves IT. And he might be the Chosen One or might not, but he is DEFINITELY a twenty-three thousand plus midichlorian-powered adrenaline junkie. He flies in the next podrace, too. And the one after. And the one after that. Everyone knows not to underestimate him again and everyone also rapidly learns that even OVERESTIMATING him is not gonna be enough to do anything. The Force is awake in him now in a way it wasn’t before, and he burns with it like a third goddamn sun
  • And sometimes things move, when he feels too much of something. 
  • Naboo is at war, and the Republic isn’t helping. Isn’t doing anything. Padmé’s people are dying and Padmé is rage and grief and never, ever, ever going to goddamn surrender. The Naboo do not surrender in the face of injustice. The Gungans are damn sure not gonna. And the Trade Federation, well–they continue to be bastards at this far-off little Mid Rim planet no one really cares about. Obi-Wan is stuck alone and without reinforcements and can’t get a single damn message out, and the Council might not be able to send anyone to check up on them for weeks, if not MONTHS. And that’s assuming that whoever they send is even gonna make it through the blockade (spoilers: Mace Windu and Depa Billaba pace outside of that blockade like furious CATS for at LEAST a month before they finally manage to thread the needle). 
  • So that means Amidala is a queen in wartime. Queen of an oppressed people with a hill to die on, who stand united with the Gungans and have a grief-stricken trainee Jedi who just had to light his master’s funeral pyre trapped on their planet with them. Eventually, yes, other Jedi DO get there and pull their asses out of the fire–but that is EVENTUALLY. That’s after Obi-Wan has seen war up close and personal again without a master at his back, has fought side-by-side with a people the Republic have abandoned–AGAIN, for at LEAST the third time in his career. After Queen Amidala’s makeup has been spattered with Trade Federation blood in front of the entire galaxy. After SO MANY Naboo have died. After, after, after. 
  • The situation is a little volatile, to put it mildly. 
  • And far, far away on Tatooine, a strange grief lifts off Ani Skywalker, ten years old now but nearly eleven, young, young, young, with the next Boonta Eve Classic already coming up again. And after that grief comes something RIGHTEOUS, and it makes everything in his and his mother’s whole little hovel that hasn’t been nailed down fucking TREMBLE. He dreams of battle droids and battle armor and a familiar girl with unfamiliar face paint holding a blaster and a man he’s never met with a long braid and a burning lightsaber, and he dreams of sandstorms and flight and blue, blue water. And a golden meadow and a house by a lake, just for a moment. Just for one perfect, perfect heartbeat that he feels like might be breaking his heart. 
  • When Anakin wakes up, he knows where his slave chip is. And his mother’s slave chip. And EVERYONE’S slave chip. And he thinks, almost, that he MIGHT know … just MAYBE, just MIGHT … 
  • Obi-Wan goes back to Coruscant with new scars and old grief and nothing to show for anything. Master Yoda cuts his braid and commends his sacrifice and he barely notices; can barely come back up without an immediate battle to fight anymore. Padmé starts the long, miserable process of restoration without Republic support, because even now they will not admit the Trade Federation’s wrongdoings, and she burns cold, cold, hot inside. It takes a long time. A very, very long time–for both of them. Months, and months, and years. Come home, Padmé thinks to all her people, especially those who never can. I want to go home, Obi-Wan thinks to the Force, because Qui-Gon WAS his home and there is no other place he could hear it. 
  • And then somebody on Tatooine finally does something that makes Ani Skywalker snap. 
Shatt Week Day 1: Reunions/Departures

@shiromattweek

(I am so excited for Shatt week you guys have no idea. I have been waiting for this for months and now it’s finally here and AAAAAAAAH I’M SO READY!!!

Starting off with something small and quiet, just trying to get into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy it!)


“Wow. I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow already,” Matt murmured, curling forward to wrap his arms around his legs and rest his chin on his knees.

“I know,” Shiro said just as quietly. Unlike Matt, his legs were sprawled out in front of him, leaning back on his hands stretched out behind his back.

They sat beside each other on the grassy hill, their eyes fixed on the launch site that stretched out below them. Though it was well into dusk and the sunlight was rapidly fading, teams of workers were still scurrying all over the launch site like industrious ants, scrambling to get everything ready for the mission tomorrow. To the untrained eye, they might seem panicked, but to Matt and Shiro, who had been involved with the Garrison for a long time, they could tell that everything was right on schedule.

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anonymous asked:

So I saw you'd been reading 91W and loved it (it's just so great I read it like in september and I'm still not over it) and I wondered if you knew of fics that were kinda similar? I just couldn't find anything like it anywhere so far... // (Also your blog is awesome!) Anyway thx ;*

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m glad you like my blog!

Yes, yes, yes 91W was great, and @cuddlebabies is an absolute genius - I’m still not over that story either - but it’s always difficult to recommend books that are ‘kinda similar’ to something someone’s read, because, well, a good librarian would ask, Why did you like 91W? and then go from there, right? Because maybe what we liked about a story was the world building, or maybe it was a specific feeling which was weaved throughout it like music, or maybe we simply fell in love with a character and we want to read more about them. So, well - stories that are similar to other stories - that’s always a difficult question to answer. On the other hand, I’m not sure how helpful it’d be to chat with you about this, because I’m far from being a fanfiction expert - unfortunately, I don’t know (or read) a lot of fanfiction anymore - I just don’t have time to. :(

All I can tell you is: if what you liked was the setting, I really can’t help you. I generally don’t read AUs, and those I could rec you do not take place in the same context at all (they’re still awesome, though).

The only other war AU I’ve ever read is Pick it All Up by @scarlettshazam where Cas is a veteran with a missing leg and a lot of trauma to work through. It’s really lovely, but be careful (it’s a prostitute!Dean story, and there is some talk about sexual abuse).

Qualia by @thevioletcaptain is completely different from 91W (Cas is the AI which manages Sam’s house, Dean is the hapless mechanic who slowly falls in love with it despite himself) but it’s got excellent characterization and a very slow progression towards a completely believable love story. Plus, Charlie’s there, so yay!

@schmerzerling‘s stories are mostly AUs - again, not about WW2 but they’ve got all the angst and slow-burn you could ever wish for. Last year I was sucked in by More or Less - the fact it’s both an AU and a WIP and I normally read neither is proof of just how good it is.

Finally, I’m completely in love with @no-gorms‘s writing (she’s Annie D or scaramouche on AO3) and she’s written this very long AU series, Not Part of the Plan, where Cas and Dean are two noblemen forced into a marriage of convenience in the middle of a war. The setting is modern (with some elements of magic realism), but if what you liked about 91W was the combat part of it - Cas planning operations, Dean being his usual risk-taker self, the solidarity soldiers form on the battlefield and so on - this may be the fic for you. I know the premise seems too Disney to work, which is why I waited for a long time before giving it a chance, but Annie D has this thing - everything she writes is just right and unputdownable, from outrageous porn to the fluffiest oh no, Dean is now an octopus nonsense. I don’t know how she does it - magic or some shit - but if you’re not reading her stories, you’re definitely missing out.

Now - if what you liked about 91W was not (necessarily) the WW2 setting, but rather the slow burn and the angst, oh boy - I’ve definitely got a couple of fics like that in my bookmarks. You could try @museaway‘s The Path of the Fireflies, which is completely sweet and heartwrenching and kept me awake an entire weekend, or @mishcollin‘s a turn of the earth, a 2015 DCBB, which is also canon-compliant but pre-series - I just loved her perspective into a period of Dean’s life we know next to nothing about - those years Sam was in Stanford and Dean was doing his best to pretend he didn’t care at all. So, well - even if you don’t normally read canon fics, you should give these stories a chance, because they’re both plain amazing and perfectly in character.

(And also - *looks down, blushes* - if you follow my blog, I’m sure you know I write, and maybe you’ve read some of my stories, but just in case - I wrote three novel-length fics, and my style tends to be slow burn and angst and feels, so - if you don’t know about them, here they are - The Way Out is my 2016 DCBB fic, and it’s about time-travel and Hell and Cas being his usual martyr self and Dean being unhappy a lot; The Law of Equivalent Exchange is sort of pre-series and goes back to Biblical times and how Cas was tasked to protect Dean and watch over him as his soul was reborn again and again; and Autrement Danger is a case fic featuring shapeshifters, a hot tub, some very bad childhood memories and the concept of soulmates.)

As a last point - if you’re a Sherlock fan, I’m sure you’ll enjoy Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer - the characters are exactly the same, but this time, Sherlock is sent to Afghanistan to solve a case there, and that’s how he meets John, who’s still serving.

I hope you’ll find something you like here - if not, try asking @destielfanfic - they’re the professionals in the fic rec department!

Happy reading!