shutting the screen

anonymous asked:

Can we have more prompts about the android and the villain who made them? And the android and their love interest? That prompt gave me goosebumps xd

Newcomers or curious people, see here for context.

1) The villain turned the android’s face this way and that - two eyes that were currently offline, jaw locked shut, muscle receptors powered down. Screens going crazy, beeping and crisscrossing lines. It made the android an open book to them, almost literally. “I put too much leeway on your programming,too much independence, I am sorry for that,” the villain murmured. “You needn’t have suffered this way, I just -” their grip tightened. “It just makes me so mad when a project doesn’t go right, you know? You were so close to perfect.” The villain sighed, regretfully. “Don’t you worry though, I’ll make you all better.” They ignored the way the screen spiked, violently. 


2) “I don’t appreciate,” the villain said to the love interest. “Being forced to damage my own property. Do you have any idea how much money you’ve cost me?” 
“They’re not fucking property,” the love interest spat. 
“I made them.” 
“People make children all the time, that doesn’t mean they own them.”
The villain’s jaw clenched at being argued with. They looked over to the android, holding the love interest as steady as restraints. “How about we put it to the test then? If it’s not property, it should be able to act freely.” 
The android’s mind twisted, desperately. Because it wasn’t a test - the villain had already cheated, but the love interest wouldn’t know that. 
The villain’s eyes gleamed back at them. “Why don’t you teach them for me?”


3) “You programmed me to fall in love. Why are you punishing me for it?” the android looked at the villain, hard and cold, and gave a scornful laugh. “Or is it that I didn’t fall in love with you that’s the problem?” From what they gathered, whom one fell in love with was a very difficult thing to try and plan. 
The villain flushed, furious and - oh, they were right. 
“I could make you,” the villain said.
Some of the scorn faded for pity. “But that wouldn’t be falling in love then, would it?” the android replied. “You gave me free will for a reason.” 
How gutting it must be to not have the one thing in the world that was supposed to love you, not. 

silly ml idea:

  • pre-reveal, adrien and marinette are dating
  • ladybug and chat noir are on patrol one night. it’s a dull sort of night (as it has been for them lately) so they both brought their phones to play with during patrol
  • adrien decides to shoot marinette a text since hey, he wants to talk with his gf, see what the girl he loves is up to!!! maybe he can make her smile or something. he’s pretty good at that
  • he notices ladybug’s phone light up after he sends the text and sees that her lock screen is a picture of him. adrien agreste. one he isn’t sure how she acquired since that definitely isn’t from one of his shoots and he’s sure he never laughs like that unless he’s around his friends
  • teasingly he asks if she’s a fan, because he is really curious where that picture came from, and without thinking, ladybug blushes and shuts off her phone screen and gives him a tiny scoff
  • “i’m more than a fan,” she says, “i’m his girlfriend!”
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  • cue excited/shocked chat screaming
Tomorrow - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

can i request a jughead imagine with the prompt, “i think i’m in love with you, and i’m terrified.”

Originally posted by evenstoast


I’m sorry it’s so short, it’s more of a drabble than an imagine!

“C’mon, Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Jughead said, but you were too busy looking around the diner, looking anywhere but at him. He had taken it too far, almost getting into a fight with Reggie, then just making a joke about it all. “It’s like you don’t care about your well being,” you said, finally looking back at him and seeing his greenish-blue eyes. He shut his laptop screen and lean forward, across the diner table. “Can we go outside and talk?” His voice was surprisingly calm, so you nodded and he packed up his belongings. When outside, Jughead turned, pressing you against the wall of Pop’s diner. “You’re right, I don’t care about myself, because I know that there’s a killer out there and I’m worried about you.” You stared up at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. The arm that had caged you against the wall, fell to his side. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Jug, I’m going to be fine but I need you to look out for yourself too.” He pulled his hand out of yours, rubbing his palms against his face. He turned his back to you and you could see his back heaving. “Jug-” you started, but your friend turned around and you stopped upon seeing the tears in his eyes. “Y/N, you don’t get it,” his voice was quiet when he spoke now, “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

His words left you speechless. All you could do was walk towards him a wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. You felt his arms wrap around you as well, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Despite the fact and you Jughead having been friends for many years, you had never seen such a blatant show of emotion like this. You were used to his dry humor that always made you smile, but sarcasm would have never been able to hide these feelings. You felt his hands at the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. At some point during the hug, it started to rain. Little droplets fell against your hair and Jughead’s hat. You felt his shoulders shake and you pulled back to see if he was crying; but it was a smile that graced his lips instead of a frown. “Why are you laughing?” You asked, smiling at him, but he just slumped his head on his shoulder. “This is just…” he moved his head, looking into your eyes, “I tell you about how I feel and then it started to rain.” You reached up, the back of your knuckles stroking his cheek. His hand reaches up to grab yours, pulling you a little closer. You eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and you blushed when you realized he was doing the same. “Are we really gonna kiss in the rain?” His voice was a whisper, but you smiled at his tone. “I think we are,” you replied with a grin. The tips of your noses brushed as your faces grew closer. You lips met his in one quick movement and it was a flurry of emotions. His hand found your waist and yours landed on the back of his neck. You felt the rain start to fall heavier as he deepened the kiss.

You finally pulled back for air, you left him panting. You studied his face with somewhat swollen lips and you giggled at the expression in his eyes. “That was…” you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him under a rain guard near the diner. “Cliche?” You asked, taking his soaking hat off his head and running your fingers through his hair. He gave you a grin before he started to lean down again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You stayed in the diner until the rain stopped and then Jughead started to walk you home. The walk was quiet for the most part, it wasn’t until you reached the edge of your driveway when someone spoke. “Y/N, I know that all of that,” Jughead raised his hands, “but if you don’t want to date I unders-” You cut off his rambling by pressing your lips to his once more. His hand instinctively reached for yours, holding it loosely. You backed away with a smile, “I think I love you too, Jughead.” The smile he gave you was breathtaking, but you had to go inside. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, walking towards your house. His fingers were still tangled with yours, but as you pulled away, he let go on your hand. “Tomorrow.” He whispered to himself as he walked away. He would see you tomorrow.

i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.

ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.

iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.

iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.

v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is, in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.

Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.

vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.

vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.

viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.

ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.

x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.

I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.

xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.

—  6. graduation cometh
Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 1

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,613

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: A few years after being accepted into your dream college, everything’s going well. Your grades are good, your social life is booming, all your assignments are easy…  Except for the damn essay that Professor Winchester assigned you. Based off this request.

Chapter Warnings : Language, alcohol usage, mentions of sex, mentions of student/teacher relationships

‘Similar to the effects of the mythical creature the basilisk, Medusa…”

You groan out as you sit at your kitchen table, your fingertips typing away at your laptop in an attempt to start the introduction paragraph of your research essay that’s due tonight. You tend to be a procrastinator, which never works well, and more often than not leaves you immensely stressed out.

You shake your head, deleting the first sentence all together before taking a long sip of coffee. Only three hours to get the essay done. Three hours until the deadline. Damn Professor Winchester for giving you such a challenging topic.

Normally, you love his class. He’s easily one of the most laid back, chilled out professors you’ve had throughout your three years at the University of Kansas. His love for Greek Mythology is unlike anything you’ve seen before. His lectures are nothing short of interesting, as he somehow manages to make even the most minuscule of things seem like the most amazing thing in the world. The tests are hard, but as long as you pay attention and take notes in class, you’ve always been fine.

Unfortunately for you, the subject of your essay that Professor Winchester had assigned you is something that you’ve yet to go over in the class, leaving you completely clueless.

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Tree Bros (kinda,,,) Geek Charming AU

• Evan is a senior in high school that is dedicated to film (Jared is in program too)
• he’s really talented and knows exactly what to film and how
• mainly films nature because anxiety is still a thing…
• oH SHIT he needs to make a good film for a contest that could pay for college
• he wants to make another nature centered film but Evan’s instructor is like “hmmmmm no”
• “hmmmm who shall I make a film about???” Evan wonders
• in comes school outcast Connor Murphy that literally no one talks to
• ,,,,maybe him????
• Evan stutters his way though asking Connor about making a film about him
• “why would you even want to fucking do that?” Connor is confused as heck
• Connor is about to turn him down until Evan mentions asking Zoe next he ain’t having that because he doesn’t want her to have that satisfaction “hahaha fuq you Zoe”
• they start making the film!
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• Connor is very closed off at first and doesn’t want to open up at all
• Evan tries a lot,,,,panic attacks as the deadline gets closer
• gets angry at Connor and they low key fight
• Tries to change the subject of his film but it’s too late!1!!!!1
• oh well time to go back to Connor
• Evan apologizes and asks for help
• Connor apologizes after a couple days
• Evan goes over to the Murphy house and they have the house to themselves
• Connor explains why he threw the printer in second grade
• it’s fun and cool Connor makes the “everything but the kitchen sink sundae”
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• they start interacting at school more which confuses Zoe big time
• Heidi is home for a night and Connor is invited over to avoid his family
• Heidi cannot cook and they have to get pizza,,,,
• Evan goes to take out trash and his mom and Connor talk about him while washing dishes
• eavesdropping much Ev?
• he gets caught oh snap
• water fight with spray bottle and towels between the two
• Heidi catches it on Evan’s camera (yay Heidi!)
• Evan edits the film
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• it starts off with a lot of things people say
• moody af Connor smoking weed and glaring at the camera
• people keep laughing and saying stupid shut at the screen
• Connor runs out of theater because fuck that
• Evan follows him trying to tell him it’s not all like that “it shows the real you”
“Shut up, Evan!”
“Please just lis-”
“No, fuck you! I trusted you!”
• oh shit,,,,Evan goes back inside and watches the rest of his film
• newsflash it’s ducking adorable and Connor seems nice and approachable
• Zoe knows they fought because Connor is shut in his room
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• “look we don’t get along but you should watch the whole thing…”
“Why do you care?”
“Because Evan made you happier and that made this family happier”
• Connor cries watching the night of prom finally realizing that he was wrong
• final thirty seconds of the movie is Evan staring at the camera talking
“When I started this I was terrified. I wasn’t sure what to expect or if it would work. I found something though. Connor is an amazing person…and I think I love him.”
• oh shit Connor runs to prom in jeans and sweater
• “Evan!?”
“C…Connor?”
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry I was so stu-”
“You watched it?”
• le kiss
THE END
yes I will be writing this fight me ALSO YOU CAN PRY THIS AU FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS
Also @pidgeisbesthacker10-10

BTS Catching You Masturbating

Namjoon: When Namjoon came home he heard soft whimpers and the calling to his name repeatedly coming from your bedroom. He’d raise an eyebrow as he walked slowly unknowing of what was happening behind the half-open door. When he saw you masturbating he’d smirked hearing you moan out his name through tightly shut eyes moving your fingers faster. The hot flesh inside his tight pants was soon noticeable as you continue to please yourself without the knowledge of your boyfriend staring at you in your state.

“Babe it’s so sexy seeing you like this but I want to have a taste for myself.”

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Taehyung: Taehyung came home earlier than usually as he opened the door he was greeted with a buzzing noise. He was confused and followed the noise and as he got closer he heard you moaning uncontrollably. He reached the door slowly opening it as his heart was pounding incredibly fast afraid that it might be the worst. When he saw you moving the vibrator between your opened legs grinding yourself against the object his quick scared demeanor turned into lust.

“Couldn’t wait for me now could you jagiya?”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Hoseok: Hoseok’s flight was delayed which meant one day less with him. You’d thought they would wait until the next flight which was the today but rather they took another route causing them to arrive at midnight. When he arrived home he was about to greet you warmly but reminded himself that you were most likely asleep. When he opened the door he found you on the couch touching yourself. You stared at him frightened as he closed the door. His eyes filled with lust.

“Continue while I go put my luggage away. No better yet wait until I come back baby girl. I want to see you pleasing yourself.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Jin: Jin hadn’t been home that much for the past couple of months and he noticed how badly you wanted to be intimate but he was always tired to even initiate it. He had snuck out from the photo shoot since they were all done with his shots and hurried home to you. But once he arrived home he heard your familiar whiny moans. His heart stopped as he followed your moans expecting the worst, to see you with another man. But the sight before him was you legs wide open dripping with cum moaning out

“You’re an impatient little girl are you?”

Originally posted by hugbin

Jungkook: Jungkook had the liberty to go back home after practice. As he quickly opened the door he was greeted with a moans that didn’t match you. His heart sunk as he went to your bedroom to see your laptop prop open and your legs opened as your eyes were shut listening to the screen. He smiled lustfully as he leaned against the wall staring at you feeling himself through his denim jeans.

“(Y/N).” He’d moan quietly as you were reaching your peak.

Originally posted by minpuffs

Yoongi: Yoongi arrived home late at night from the studio. He’d been hoping to cuddle with you and just finally relax but when he heard you moaning his name with low pleads. He loosen his belt muttering

“Screw sleeping I’d rather do you.“

Originally posted by vminv

Jimin: Jimin wanted to make up for not spending your two year anniversary. He came home with roses and a cute cake he baked with Jin. He stumbled to the darken living room about to call out to you when you moaned. He turned around quickly to the half opened bedroom door. He set the things down and walked slowly to see your mouth half opened with your behind facing him. He licked his lips groaning causing you to stop and look up at him.

“Now let me finish what you started.“

Originally posted by chimchams

I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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BTS REACTION

Rap Monster: He would explain his band members how you were so beautiful when you two had sex only because he wanted to boast about how amazing you were. He didn’t expect you to walk in in the middle of explaining. “She literally just beams when we do it. Like literally glows and-” he would be cut off by V who covered his mouth and pointed in your direction. You ran out of the room, face redder than a tomato, Namjoon following you. “How could you tell them that!” You would yell. “I can never show my face in there again oh my god.” 

“I’m sorry,” he would laugh. “But you really are beautiful. I won’t talk about it again though I promise.” 

Suga: You would walk in on him telling Jimin about your ‘wild night’ last night and immediately just go bright red. Jimin, being Jimin, would also go red and start giggling to himself which would confuse Yoongi. He turned around to see you and would just start laughing. “Uh babe,” you would stutter. “Wh-What you talking about?” He would pull you close to him and kiss your cheek gently, letting you sit on his lap as he hugged you from behind. 

“Just telling ChimChim here about the best night of my life.” 

Jin: You decided to surprise the boys with food while they were recording in the studio that day, just wanting to be a good girlfriend to Jin and help the boys out. When you got there, you didn’t really expect to hear Jin telling them about how you guys had a special night the night before and that’s why he was so tiring. J-Hope was the first to spot you and would just burst out laughing. Jin turned around and went wide eyed. “Oh h-hey babe. How long h-have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know that you aren’t getting any of this food.” 

“Babe, no. I’m sorry! They asked me! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY FAVORITE FOOD!” 

J-Hope: You walked in on him facetiming Namjoon since he was on vacation, you knew he was talking to him but you also wanted to check on him. You happened to walk in on the worst part. “No RM you don’t understand her boobs are-” He snapped his head around to see you glaring at him. “Y/N wh-what’s up?” You walked over and waved to Namjoon before slamming his laptop screen shut. 

“I’m in trouble aren’t I?” he laughed nervously. 

Taehyung: Taehyung had invited you over for game night with the boys and usually you didn’t like to intrude on guys night but you missed seeing them so you decided to make an appearance. When you got there, you didn’t really get too involved, you were just happy to be there with them. They were talking about sexual experiences that had and when it came to Taehyung he talked about how he got it on with “this girl” when everyone knew it was you. You gripped his thigh, making him whip his head around. “How do you know I was talking about you?” he questioned. “Tae I’m then only girl you’ve been with for the past two years, I know it’s me.” You got up and walked out of the room. 

“I’m sorry but it’s my favorite moment. I had to tell them.” 

Jimin: Jimin was really shy about talking about it at first but the boys were hiping him up so he decided to just go with it. He would tell them about how you screamed really loud or how you gripped his hair really tight. You could hear him talking about the whole thing from the room next to you. You sent Jimin a text, saying you could hear him and you heard the door open almost seconds after. 

“Y/n I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! They asked and I don’t know oh man. I’m sorry…” He went quiet before raising an eyebrow. “But I mean… You are hot though…” 

Jungkook: He was pretty excited about telling the boys about his first time. It was a special moment for both him and you so when you walked in on him telling the boys, you felt like it wasn’t as special to him as it was to you. He turned around and noticed that you had a fallen tear which would break his heart. He ran after you, grabbing your arm only to have you pull away. “Was it not special to you? Did it mean nothing?” “What? Y/n no of course it meant something to me! It was the best moment of my life.” “Then why did you tell the boys?” He would pull you into his arms and kiss your forehead. 

“It was so special for me. I’m sorry if it made you feel like it wasn’t. I love you with all my heart.” 

Godfather - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hello! This wasn’t requested, but I saw the picture of Ty with baby Cracknell and I had to. Hope you like it. Big shoutout to @carey-pricemas for encouraging me to write it.

Word count: 1701

Warnings: nope.

Master List

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Tyler prompts himself up on his healthy arm and rolls off of the couch, fast walking to the door. He hates the sling and how useless he feels, not being able to do pretty much anything but to scroll down social media and change the TV channels until he gets tired of not finding anything good to watch. He opens the door to find Adam and Tia standing on the outside with a light blue stroller.

“Allow me to not give a f…” Tyler cuts himself before swearing in front of the newborn baby. “About you two. Let me see her.”

Tia smiles, stepping aside so Tyler can look at the small bundle lying on the stroller. Adam had sent him a picture of his first daughter, but that doesn’t stop Tyler to be blown away by how beautiful Lynde is.

“She cannot be your daughter.” Tyler jokes, slapping Adam’s shoulder a couple times. “She is too beautiful to be yours.”

“I’ve thought that too.” Adam laughs. “But she swears that she is mine.”

Tyler cannot help it but to smile when Adam wraps his arm around Tia and gives her a little squeeze; he has always envied the relationship between his teammate and his wife.

“Where is (y/n)?” Tia asks, pushing the stroller inside the house and kneeling on the floor to greet the two overexcited labs jumping around to get attention.

“Working in her office upstairs.” Tyler says, taking control of the stroller and pushing it one handley through the hall and to the living room.

“Office?” Adam wonders, not remembering an office on Tyler’s new place.

“She didn’t want to move in with me because there wasn’t a space for her to work at, so I made a office for her.” Tyler shrugs, pushing his dogs away from the stroller where the baby is sleeping. “I’ll go get her.”

To be fair, that isn’t the only reason why you didn’t want to move with Tyler; you just aren’t ready yet to take that step yet. You are holding to your independence a little longer, giving Tyler dumb excuses of why you couldn’t move to his house; but since Tyler can’t even get dressed by himself you have decided to take care of him at his place and see how the coexistence is.

“I’ll go.” Adam says, turning around and walking towards the stairs before Tyler has the chance to stop him. “I want to see the so-called office.”

You are saving the file you have been working on for week when Adam knocks on the door and steps in, looking around the room. Tyler has done a nice job, painting the walls on a pale grey color and getting really simple furniture; a glass desk, a whole wall of bookshelves, a nice and comfortable chair for you to sit on and a small area with a couch and a coffee table.

“He did this?” Adam asks, walking to you and wrapping you into a hug.

“I was surprised too.” You answer, hugging him back.

“He really wants you to move here.” He tells you, stepping away from you and giving you a really meaningful look.

“I know.” You acknowledge, shutting the laptop screen and stretching your back. “But that’s an issue for another day, I want to meet her.”

Tyler and you didn’t go to the hospital when Lynde was born because of Tyler’s own surgery, but you had sent a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons for Tia and the baby.

“She is perfect.” Adam sounds so proud that it makes your heart flutter, walking side by side downstairs, where Tia and Tyler are sitting on the couch.

Tia is holding her baby on her arms, showing her to Tyler. He looks like he is seeing a piece of art, worshipping the little baby and caressing her tiny hand with one of his fingers. You and Adam are about to get to where they are when Adam stops you.

“(y/n), do you think that Tyler will agree to be her godfather?” Adam asks and you can’t help it but to give him a beaming smile, nodding fast.

“He will be the happiest and proudest godfather ever.” You say. “He is going to spoil her rotten, though.”

“Good, that’s why I chose him. A rich godfather is what she needs.” Adam jokes and you both laugh, resuming your walking.

“(y/n), can you help me take the sling off so I can hold her?” Tyler asks as soon as he sees you.

“Let me see her first, jeez.” You complain, walking around the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Tia, looking at the baby.

Lynde is beautiful; she has quite a lot of dark hair for a newborn, her legs curled up and her hands into tiny fists.

“Wow guys, you have outdone yourselves.” You say, caressing the baby’s chubby cheek softly. You are about to ask Tia for how she feels when you hear Tyler whine.

You roll your eyes and get on your feet, working on Tyler’ sling carefully to not jerk with shoulder on accident. You let the sling loose, but you don’t take it all the way off of his body since you know that he will do a movement he is not supposed and mess up his shoulder even more that what is.

“Careful.” You warn him before Tia turns around on her spot and gently puts her baby on his arms.

Lynde opens her eyes the moment she is left on Tyler’s arms and you hold your breath, expecting her to start crying, but the baby looks at Tyler for a second and gives him a toothless smile, making your boyfriend’s heart melt.

“Guys, your daughter has just stolen my boyfriend from me.” You say and Adam and Tia laugh, looking at their daughter lying on Tyler’s heavily tattooed arms.

Tyler doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the baby like she is a pile of diamonds, making funny faces so she laughs. Lynde has his whole attention, so you decide to play host while your boyfriend falls in love with another woman.

“Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?” You wonder, looking at your guests.

Adam asks for a coffee and Tia for a glass of water, so you go to the kitchen and get that ready for them, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend’s back.

“Thanks, babe.” Tia says when you hand them their beverages, sitting on the floor between Cash and Marshall, that are looking at Tyler and the baby with curious eyes.

“Babe?” Adam asks and you and Tia laugh. “You don’t call me babe but you call (y/n) babe?” Adam sounds annoyed, but you can see through it, he is joking.

“I spend more time with her during the season than I do you.” Tia says and Adam brings his hand to his chest, looking horrified.

“Tyler, they are babes to each other and not us.” He says, but Tyler doesn’t hear him, he is extremely focused on the way Lynde has her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers. “We’ve lost him, girls.”

“Tyler, you know that we have to give her back?” You inquire and his head snaps right up, blushing slightly.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” He apologized, making all of you chuckle. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks you and you nod profusely, running to sit next to him on the couch and scooping the baby from his arms carefully so you don’t hurt neither of them.

You rock her between your arms, humming a random song you are making up as you go, watching Lynde as she yawns and her tiny eyes close slowly until she is fully asleep on your arms. Tyler’s hand is on your thigh, giving you small squeezes every now and then.

“Can we have one too?” He whispers and you smile, shaking your head.

“Someday.” You answer and he frowns a little. “We already have Cash and Marshall.”

“How many?” He whispers again, squeezing a little harder this time.

“How many do you want?” You answer with a question.

“At least three. Two boys and a girl. My princess.” He says and you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest. “They all will play hockey.”

“If they want.” You add and he nods.

The conversation ends there and the four of you spend a couple hours chatting about the baby, playoffs and Tyler’s shoulder until Lynde gets a little fuzzy and Tia and Adam decide to call it a day and go back home. They pack up everything they have brought with them and we walk them to the car, helping them with all the stuff.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Tyler says, hugging Tia with his good arm.

“It’s our pleasure to bring her to see her godfather.” Adam says casually, shaking Tyler’s hand. It takes Tyler a little while to analyze his friend’s words.

“Godfather?” He repeats, his smile is so bright that he could compete against the Sun. “Do you want me to be her godfather?”

“We would love it, yeah.” Tia says.

Tyler walks to the car and leans over the carseat where Lynde is lying.

“Hello, princess.” He coos. “It’s your godfather, who is going to spoil you and love you so so much.”


Tyler is looking at his phone when you get in bed, getting your body under the covers. When you look at the screen you see pictures of giant teddy bears.

“I think that this bed would be a little crowded with that bear.” You say, wrapping your arms around his stomach and putting your head on his chest, carefully avoiding his right arm.

“It’s for Lynde.” He explains the obvious and you smile. “I’m getting her that and my jersey.”

“Of course you are.” You say, kissing a spot on his chest. “Get healthy soon.” You look at his through your lashes.

“I’m trying to.” He answers, putting his phone down and rubbing circles on the skin of your back.

“Good, because I’m going to need your help to move all my stuff here.”

anonymous asked:

prompt for rebelcaptain: soulmate au where they meet in dreams before they actually meet

As Though from a Dream



“You believe in soulmates, don’t you, Andor?”

Cassian is sixteen, still young enough that he hasn’t yet forgotten how to laugh.

“And you do, Martog?” he asks the skinny boy across from him in the mess hall of the latest Rebellion base on Talus.

Martog spoons a thick stew into his mouth and pouts. “I thought everyone believed in soulmates.”

“I believe in them,” Eller Myr says. Eller, who will not live to see twenty, pulls up the sleeve of his tunic to show them a purple mark near the crook of his elbow. It’s the size of thumbnail. If someone squinted and wanted to believe it hard enough, it could have been described as being shaped like a star. “It’s my soulmark. My other will have the same one on their arm.”

“I thought you were supposed to know your soulmate by the first word they spoke to you,” Alicele Fosbos says. She pushes the blonde hair out of her eyes and frowns deeply.

Eller shakes his head. “No, it’s definitely by a soulmark.”

“But I don’t have a soulmark,” Alicele says, her face falling.

“Maybe it will appear soon,” Eller says, putting a comforting arm on her shoulder.

“What happens if your soulmates dies before you meet them?” Alicele asks, but Eller has no answer. Nobody has an answer. They don’t ask the question’s twin: What happens if you die first?

Martog glares at Cassian. “If you don’t believe in this, then what do you believe in then, Andor?”

This time, it is Eller who laughs at Martog. “Don’t you know already? He believes in the Rebellion. That’s his soulmate.”

Cassian blanks his face and takes a sip of water. He feigns a carefree shrug. He doesn’t tell them about the dark haired, green-eyed girl who haunts his dreams.


+

The first time he dreams of her, she’s running on a black sand beach. The waves crash, violent on the shore, and without knowing how, he knows she needs to stay away, that he needs to stay away. There are sneaker waves here that will tear a man out to sea and drown him before anyone even knows he is missing. But she seems to know this. She runs toward the moss-green mountains and he can almost feel the cool air on his skin. When she vanishes from his dream, he wakes.

She grows up with him. Her skinny legs and braided hair change into womanly curves and a severe bun on the back of her head. The land where he first dreams of her changes from fire and ice to jungle to desert. He knows her and he doesn’t know her. He wracks his memory, trying to think of where they might have met, where she can be placed in all his travels, but it’s a reflexive habit, him trying to apply logic to something knows has no logic.
For two months she visits him every night, but the dreams are awash in blood, and he wakes up, heart pounding. He requests a handful of sleep aids, and for the first week, he is dreamless. But when the pills run out, she returns, and for the first time he feels her make eye contact with him.

It is then that he hears his name on her lips. “Cassian?”

He jerks awake, drenched in a cold sweat. He requests more pills until eventually, he needs to see her again, until the sensation claws at him during his waking hours.

He has come to admit that she is always going to be a part of him. He just doesn’t know why. Not yet.

+

“We need to find Liana Hallik,” Draven says in the briefing. Cassian sits next to Alicele and Captain Rois, watching their silent nods.

On the screen, the dossier flashes with Hallik’s aliases, her list of crimes and last locations. And then the blue holo follows, blinking to life, a phantom from his dreams.

He feels the blood drain out of his face.

“That is, she goes by Hallik. Her real name is the one that is important: Jyn Erso, daughter of Galen Erso, Imperial scientist.”

Cassian struggles to find his voice. His tongue is twisted; his mouth is dry. The words burn as they leave his lips. “Let me do this, sir,” he says. “Let me find her.” Her face is etched on his heart. He could find her blindfolded or in the dark of space; he would find her or he would not stop until he did.

Draven won’t deny him this request—Cassian knows this. He is their best spy, by a mile. It is his job to have.

“Find her, then,” Draven says, shutting the screen down. “And bring her in.”

Bring her home.

He dreams of her again that night. This time, he says her name, and she looks at him. Jyn.


+

“When was the last time you were in contact with your father?” he asks her. What he really wants to say is “How is it that you are real?”


+


He had expected her to return, and when she is gone too long, he goes to find her. Cassian finds Jyn in the cargo bay of the ship as it glides through the gate toward Scarif.

“You told everyone?” he asks, but he knows that she did. He can still feel where she squeezed his arm. There’s a heat burning in his belly, one that’s gone from ember to flame in the space of a week.

She holds her pendant in her hand and looks at him. “Do you believe in another life after this one?” she asks. She turns her eyes to him, and he sees the girl in his dreams.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you believe that after we die, we get to live again, somehow, maybe as someone else?”

“I’ve never thought about it,” he admits. “You believe this?” he asks, as Bodhi brings the ship down to what Cassian knows to be a suicide mission. From her expression, he knows Jyn feels the same.

“I have to. How can it be fair that this is the only chance we get?”

(We’ll take the next chance. And the next. On and on until the chances are spent.)

+

He’s dying, but he’s not alone. His wound bleeds him of his energy, but Jyn carries him. She carries him, she carries him.

In the turbolift, they can only look at one another and see the the life they should have had, the one together. He could kiss her. She could kiss him. But would it mean anything more than what they already share?

On the beach, she holds him close and tells him this: “I dreamed of you.” And he understands. It wasn’t just him all this time. It was her, too. It was always them.

The rising wave approaches: water and land; the disappearing horizon.

Do you believe in another life after this one?

I have to. How can it be fair that this is the only chance we get?


The light comes to swallows them whole, and he is filled with a strange and awful ache, one full of wonder and loss and pain. “Find me again,” he says softly, and he feels her tears against his face.

And before he draws his last breath in this life, he hears her answer, as though from a dream, a whispered I will, and he finds that in that ache, there is peace, too.

Before You Bow Down

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster) // BTS

GENRE: lots. of. fluff. 

WORD COUNT: 4, 784 words 

SUMMARY: Living as an idol is hard. People tend to forget that you’re human and that you have breaking points. They expect and expect and turn their backs on you when you don’t satisfy. But, before you bow down, remember what’s more important: your own expectations. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: dedicated to the talented, beautiful and hardworking leader whom not a lot seem to appreciate. I love you, you beautiful angel. 

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Originally posted by ilalisa


“Y/N, TAKE TABLE TWO PLEASE, HE’S BEEN WAITING A WHILE.” 

Nodding, you grabbed an iPad and rushed towards the tall man sitting near the window, a mask concealing majority of his face. He wore an expensive looking watch, rings adorning several fingers. You could see the outline of his glasses as he gazed out the window, hints of blonde hair peeking out underneath the beanie he wore. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, sir, what can I get you?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Sir?” 

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