so I thought she could probably feel more..complete whenever they got near

She could almost see herself glowing much brighter than ever. 

And even though it was such a rare occurance, she could remember it very well while he approached — almost as if it was her own light, and not his. That burning sensation, that blinding light. Something lingering in the back of her head, like a feeling, or memory long lost.

She could only trap his light for a few moments. But she always felt that slight connection, as if something was amiss. 

Was he that mysterious, with his blue smile and sweet words? No. Maybe it was just her curiosity towards those moments. But deep down, she felt, there was something else, hidden between the cycles, waiting for them to find out.

There was something about them.

About him.

About her.

She could only wonder. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy that moment, even if for a little bit.

The Eclipse

I saw @illustraice AU some time ago and got hooked. What an amazing AU! so I decided to make a fanart about it cause yaaaassssss it’s so good ç~ç

Every Look

I got this request and I thought it was cute, so here it is! Title is from Moonlight by Ariana Grande. Requests are always open & hope you like it!

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Request: could you do a imagine where shawn looks at the reader loving a lot and people always comment on it really fluffy and cute pls.


It’s something that’s been a constant since the first time you two met. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were working in a diner at the time, a small one near your apartment, and it wasn’t the best job in the world but it was a job. Shawn had come in with a few of his friends one day and you immediately caught his eye. The entire time you were serving them his eyes stayed on you, watching you walk away until he couldn’t see you anymore. As you were printing out their bill you could hear him and his friends talking quietly, or at least trying to talk quietly.

“Hey Shawn you might wanna close your mouth before you start drooling,” one of the voices say and a few others laugh.

“Shut up,” the person who you presume to be Shawn mumbles.

“Dude why don’t you just ask for her number or something?”

“Oh yeah and say what? ‘Hey I know I’ve been staring at you for the past hour like a complete fucking idiot but can I have your number?’”

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Imagine being a baby to Merle's eyes and him just loving you for that

(So I had some requests for some Merle fluff :3 and here is what I came up with XD Honestly it’s more bittersweet than anything but I just got so inspired by a song it had to be like this :3 Ps. honestly poor bby :( Hope it is as requested and you all like it! Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

There was no denying he found you cute. From the day you walked into his life, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you but quickly his fascination wasn’t always as sexually driven as he could imagine it to be.

You seemed so soft, fragile and young to him that he there was no denying that the word “baby” fit you the most.

And now here you were all cozied up in his bed, exhausted from your hard day of walking out there alone and separated from the others for so long. He smiled looking down at you and pulling his hand away from your hair, he walked out quietly to join the Governor for a late talk.

By the door he had two guards to keep you safe and simply told them with a smirk.

“Alright boys…She’s a baby so please just let her sleep well…She needs it…”

They chuckled along with him and as he made his way towards The Governor, he couldn’t stop smiling thinking about how glad he was to have finally found you after all these months.

Since the rooftop, the old group and you had been nothing but in the past to him. However, here he finally found you in a confused and dazed state and rescued you in time. He couldn’t wait for you to recover and catch up on what he missed.

As he walked, he reflected on how you had both met and it made him smile even more.

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It was a heated afternoon, everyone had set camp to take a break for the evening and prepare the night when suddenly someone had approached the camp.

Without hesitation, everyone had their guns up. Having been closer to the noise, Merle raised his voice over to you.

“Show yourself! I ain’t got time to play games with you…”

Out of fear, you slowly poked your head up from the bushes and made sure to let them know you weren’t going to harm them.

Your eyes met with his blue gaze and instantly he softened. There was nothing to worry about. To him, you couldn’t possibly do any damage looking like that, so young and rosy cheeked.

Already, he felt a sense of need to protect you and reassure you that it would be alright, inciting you to come closer to the camp.

“You alone?”

You nodded and he continued, “Alright, cutie…Come closer…”

You blushed at those words and looked around to check who did he meant by that, only to be even more stunned when he seemed to chuckle and point out he meant you. You did just as he asked and instantly he lowered his gun and set it away.

Signalling the others to follow his lead, he then walked closer and slowly extended his hand out to greet you.

“Name’s Merle and you?”

“Y/N…”

“Hah! Baby seems more fitting wouldn’t you think?”

You chuckled hearing how friendly and flirty he was and simply shrugged at his words.

“Maybe…Well…I-I was wondering, Merle…If by any chance I could-”

“Tag along with us?”

Just like that he completed your sentence and with a big smirk, he welcomed you to the group and gave you another family. You let out a slight smile and like that you joined Merle and the others along the road.

~~~~~

Since your arrival, Merle had seem to have a change in his attitude and ways. He was oddly less and less intoxicated most of the time, even Daryl, his younger brother had notice and had let it slip to you in numerous occasions, making you laugh in disbelief.

You were surprised to hear he even had such problems but were glad it was the case at the moment. Days and days with you were more worth the while when sober he thought and had managed to control his impulses in a variety of ways.

From keeping his focus on you whenever you were near him or simply helping you out with anything, as long as it involved you it was easy for him to forget about the stash of drug he had in his bags.

With you being so clueless and quirky, he couldn’t help himself from enjoying each instant he was with you. From your antics whenever you’d hunt and track along with him and his brother to the funny dance you had come along with when doing the laundry, it all made his heart soft.

If he could he would’ve kept you in a bubble from all the harm and ugliness of the world but the reality was that he could only make you smile in return.

Whether it was from cussing to his sarcastic remarks, he did them to make you laugh and forget about how the world had turned to shit. It brought him happiness to hear you laugh and see you so happy that truly it became his goal.

His cockiness had then stopped serving his ego but rather as a tool to over exaggerate things and get your attention and have a laugh at him.

You were grateful to have met him, to have him in your life and for a long while you had your share of fun and comfort. Easy to say, you were probably the only person in the group to get along so well with him.

~~~~~

It was all worth it as whenever you needed him, he was right there.

You were in one of those moods one evening. The kind where only your family and friends could comfort you. However they were gone, all of them. You had witness everything and barely managed to survive such event.

But there you sat by the fire alone. As everyone was asleep, you were crying to yourself after a rather rough day and all of it had reminded you of that dreadful day.

Seeing all the guts and blood, you had thought you might’ve been used to it by now but that morning hadn’t seem to be the case.

It was hard pretending to be strong all the time and now that everyone was soundly asleep in their tents, you quietly let it all out.

As you sat there, Merle had notice from his tent how the fire was still burning. Peering out, he saw you on your own and had wondered as to what was going on.

You had seem so strong and fierce against the hoard of walkers earlier, that it was odd to not see you tired and asleep in your tent. Feeling like there was something wrong, he quietly walked out and went to join you.

Slowly, he could swear hearing you sniffle. He thought you might’ve been cold or something and made his way faster. However, the closer he got, the more he realized it wasn’t because of the fresh air but rather you were in tears.

He felt his heart sink, you were crying, his baby was in need of comfort but you took the choice to sit there on your own. He hated that and had to change it. He couldn’t stop himself from getting closer and closer to you, until he sat down right next to you.

You were so enthralled into your sorrow, you hadn’t notice him, until you heard a mutter of your name.

“Y/N?”

You then felt a hand to your back and another one grazing your forearm, as you were curled up in ball. Embarrassed, you pushed him away and quickly wiped your tears away.

By then you realized it was Merle and knowing how worried he could be you tried to reassure him. Looking away and rubbing your eyes, you cleared your throat and told him, “I’m fine…You should go back to sleep it’s getting late…”

He scoffed in disbelief and his worried tone betrayed the fact he was trying to be stern with you.

“What about you sweetheart?”

“I’m fine…”

It hurt him, your words of rejection made him feel useless and that he couldn’t stand it. He shook his head and grabbed your arm to catch your attention back to him.

You tried to pull away, begging him to stop.

“Merle, stop it…i’m fine just go back to sleep-”

At that, he managed to pull you back closer and ended up with his arm wrapped around you to keep you from moving. Tightening his grip, he growled, “You stop it…I’m trying to help you here…Y/N what’s wrong? Tell me…”

Soon enough, you gave up your little fight and let your tears drop. You felt his warm and firm chest pressed against you, and it all made you curl and relax in his hold.

It didn’t seem to stop and that just made his need to hold you even stronger. He put a hand to your hair, stroking it to relieve you as he held you to him. He let you understand it was alright to felt that way and simply stayed quiet, allowing you to cry for a good while.

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His hold made you melt and calmed you down enough. As he felt you softening in his arms, he felt it was appropriate to ask you again what was going on.

“So…you care to tell me what’s going on…”

Rubbing your eyes, wiping your tears away, you pulled back from him and took a few deep breath. Sitting up, you looked into the fire and told him, “I-I was just having a hard time…Today was a hard day…”

He shrugged and tucked your hair away to get a better look at your saddened features, only to let you continue.

“Killing all those walkers back there…The blood and everything…Just reminded me of my family…I saw everything…and didn’t do anything back then…and thinking about all of it…I-I just couldn’t stop myself from crying…”

He finally understood it. You were putting up a front the whole day and had finally broke down from you false hard exterior. Just as he thought, you were a soft baby that needed to be taken care of.

He reached to stroke your hair again and in a hush tone, he gave you reassurance.

“Ain’t no one ever said it was easy…Y/N…It’s okay to feel that way you know…I know that coming from me sounds weird but…Some days are shit…and some days aren’t but…It don’t mean you have to hide your feelings about it…Be upset if you want…but just remember that you aren’t alone here…Let me or someone else know…”

At those words, you both felt silent and reflected on your feelings and journey so far. It truly relieved you to know he cared so much and managed to muster up some words to comfort you and slowly you started to smile.

He just needed to pour his heart out and let you know that he’d stay by your side no matter how you need him. He wanted to be right there, the first one to notice and care for you and that’s what he said.

You felt him putting his hand over yours and it made you smile. You ended up scooting closer and he reached over to wipe away your leftover tears. He nodded at you and you took a deep breath before thanking him.

“Thank you Merle…Thank you for making me feel less lonely…and making me feel at home once again…For once you’re so kind tonight…”

He let out a chuckle and flash his cocky smirk as usual, making your laughter come out and even more as he added,“What are you talking about? I’m always a nice and kind man!”

His hand over yours slowly ended up grabbing you. You felt him pulling it towards him and rubbing it with his other hand, he then whispered, reassuring you once again.

“Sweetheart, I just want you to remember that I was serious about earlier…whenever things get hard…Just come to me…I’ll solve all your problems…”

He meant all those words and as he held your hands, you felt so protected and at ease, you smiled wholeheartedly at him and couldn’t help but tear up happily.

You nodded and took his promise to heart, making you pull him into a tight embrace. Feeling your arms wrap around him so suddenly, made his heart pound.

He was speechless from this simple act of affection from you. Butterfly roamed his stomach by the time he felt your cheek pressed against his neck and slowly it was harder for him breathe.

You felt his arms slowly wrapping around you and you sighed in relief, thanking him for all of it.

You don’t know how long it had been since your last hug but it was a long one and you were grateful for it. So was he but slowly he knew it had to come to stop before it went too far and made him do the wrong move to you.

He subtly pulled away and chuckling, said,“Here…got you a snack…it’s all yours…”

He reached inside his pocket and brought out a bag of salted cookies, showing it off like it was a prize he won.

You chuckled at him, finding it unbelievable he was that caring. You gladly grabbed the bag and quickly opened it to start eating, slowly accepting that it was alright to feel the way you did.

He smiled and felt his heart at ease, seeing you chow down so eagerly on the light late night snack and in a cheerful tone asked you,“How do you feel? Happy?”

“Y-”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full! You idiot…Just nod, if you’re happy…”

You laughed and did just as he asked, making him laugh as well. Swallowing your mouthful, you let out the words for him, you had in your heart for a while.

“I like you Merle…”

He smirked hearing you and looking you back in the eyes, he gave you his honest answer, only to end up approaching closer to you to emphasize his point.

“I like you too…You little baby…”

You both smiled to each other and your moment was then cut off when Daryl came looking for his older brother. Luckily, you managed to convince him to stay for a while and the three of you sat there laughing and quietly trying to pass the time until you truly felt sleepy.

It had been a sweet moment that night and for sure he’d remember it for the rest of his life. Such a shame it never happened again, he thought the day he had been handcuffed to the roof.

He regretted not pouring his heart out completely to you and had to leave you all alone so suddenly but here you were by his side again, and finally he could be at peace for the meantime.

~~~~~

As Philip welcomed him in, they both sat down by the couch. Offering him a beer, he gladly accept it and that’s when the other man, asked him, “So this Y/N…You really know her?”

He nodded and smiled looking away. “Of course I know her…”

“It was a sarcastic remark Merle…Just from the way you rushed to her…and the way you look at her I knew that you know her…”

He couldn’t deny the scene he made and simply nodded along.

“So tell me…How?”

At that, he told him exactly everything that came to his mind from the day he had met you. With a constant smile, a slight laugh here and there and a rather sweeter tone, he talked about you for a long while.

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Finally, Merle let out the words, “I like you Merle…” and remembered each instant you said it, he let out a chuckle and continued “Those words she said them often…A constant reminder of how she felt for me…It made me happy…”

The Governor had took notice of how Merle had seem to lit up at the thought of those words and oddly, he was glad and chuckled.

“Of course it did…Look at you…”

Merle felt bashful at that point and simply wanted to let him know of how special you were and such, as he continued on.

“Trust me Governor…Once you get to know her…You’ll realize how much of a baby she is…I’m telling you you can’t just leave her alone for the day…You need to be there for her…Take care of her…”

Philip laughed at that remark and shook his head, only for Merle to be rather solemn as he added, “I don’t think I’ll ever leave her alone…She’s a baby…She needs me…”

As he listened to him, he chuckled along and Merle sighed.

“And now things are getting hard for her…And I have to figure things out to help her…If only you could help me somehow, I promised her to get back with the others, earlier when I found her…”

Taking a sip of his beer, he then let out another sigh, more exasperated than the other one and nervously chuckled at the man, sounding as if he was in disbelief.

“Really, at this point i’m just so jealous of my brother…”

Philip frowned at those words and taking a sip of his beer, Merle shrugged and let out nonchalantly, “Her boyfriend…That lucky bastard…”

At those words, Philip eyes widened in shock, not knowing what to say or think, having thought that he had been spilling his feelings this whole time for a woman that was his.

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Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Request: Hey I want to request a Peter Parker x reader with the reader having depression and whatnot and on an awful day Peter comes to comfort them and they just spend the day together and the reader kind of rambles on about their thoughts, some worse than others, but at the very end they feel better with him there. If that makes sense. I’m just having a really bad time and I don’t see many pics like this. - anon

word count: 1268

DISCLAIMER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!: I tried to add things that I’ve experienced in the past when I myself was going through difficult times a year ago. I know not everybody’s depression it’s the same, so I apologize if this seems fake or so, but it’s just how I experienced it.. I also decided not to add a kiss in this because I felt like it would feel like Peter was taking advantage of the situation and we all now my son would never do that. My intention IS NOT TO ROMANTICIZE A MENTAL ILLNESS!!! If these triggers or offend anyone I’m really sorry, but this was an anonymous request and I just wanted to make this person feel a little bit better.

Just so everybody knows, if you are going through a rough patch you can always come and talk to me, anon or message it doesn’t matter, I’m here for each one of my people.

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Peter was worried. He always worried. However today was different. He expected to see you by the lockers when he arrived to school as always, but you were not there today. He hoped to meet you at Spanish class, and wished for you to come to Math, however you didn’t show up.

The boy worried because it wasn’t likely of you to skip class. He had tried calling you and texting, however Y/n was not answering to any of their social media. By the end of the day he was anxious something bad might’ve happened to you, so he decided to pay you a little visit at your apartment before spiderwatch.

Y/n was probably just sick, so he stopped in a convenience store on his way, making sure to buy her favorite snacks. She always craved some chocolate whenever she felt ill. He payed for those and got back on track.

On the way there he couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve happened to you. Y/n and Peter had been best friends for a long time now, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

He didn’t want to think that maybe she was in any sort of danger, but still, they told each other everything! If Y/n had been sick she would’ve called and demanded cuddles! Peter told himself not to worry too much, at least not until he arrived to yours.

A couple minutes after he finally made it. He climbed through the walls until he reached your bedroom’s window, and let himself in, like all those times he had done in the middle of the night for Y/n to patch him up.

He noticed a bulk hided under all the bed’s blankets. He couldn’t see your face, but he knew it was you.

“Y/n! Hey it’s me! What happened? Why you skipped class?

The boy made his way to the side of the bed, trying to get the covers from the girl, however she was holding tight to them.

What was Peter doing here? The girl felt as if her heart was going to explode. She did not need him there, and not at this precise moment! She probably looked like shit, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, what she didn’t want him to see was her actual state. He did not wanted him to think she was broken.

“Peter go away! I need to be alone”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong, and also, I brought snacks, so get your ass off that bed”

Before the girl even noticed Peter stuck his hand under the covers, dragging her by her feet towards the end of the bed. The boy was laughing until he noticed the state of the girl.

Her eyes were puffy and red, probably from crying, and she had some big bags under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept at all in days.

The boyed stared speechless until he noticed how embarrassed the girl seemed.

“Hey Y/n, I’m sorry, but what happened?”

The girl was torn. She wanted to tell Peter how she felt, how she had been feeling lately. How she had lost the motivation and energy to even get out of bed. But she didn’t want him to worry. God, he had to take care of the whole city! He did not need her stupid teenage drama as well!

She tried to think of something, anything to say, but as she tried harder nothing came from her mouth, instead, she felt her eyes starting to pick, with some tears she was trying to hold in them.

The boy looked as she struggled to find the words, before he approached her, holding her close to him, while she hided her face to his chest, this time really letting the tears roll down.

“You’re really worrying me”

“Peter don’t- I just- I don’t- It’s just something stupid, don’t worry about it”

The boy looked down at Y/n as he took her chin with his hand, making her look at him.

“Nothing that gets you this way is stupid okay? You can talk to me about it”

Y/n nodded as she hugged Peter once again, trying to stay close to his warm body. She started speaking really quickly, trying to muffle down her voice with Peter’s chest.

“ I’ve just felt- really off lately.Not entirely like myself. It’s just this thing I have- I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“Why don’t you tell me how you feel? ”

“It’s just that things have changed so much. I can’t find the energy to do anything at all. Most days I just want to sleep all day and never wake up. Other weeks I can barely sleep at all.

Stuff that used to make me so happy, and used to be so fun- it’s just- not anymore- and I don’t know how to fix it- or what to do

I don’t want to bother my mom or anyone with this stupid thoughts, but I’m jus really fuking tired of it. I want to laugh at stupid things again and feel like myself, not just so damn lost all the time”

Somewhere along the talk they had moved towards the couch in Y/n’s bedroom, still sitting near each other, as Peter played with the girl’s hair.

She felt safe, and at home. She felt loved and taken care of. She never wanted him to stop.

She felt like she could tell him everything. And she finally did. She let out most of her thoughts, not feeling much different, just slightly better.

However Peter was a completely different story. He felt so ashamed. Y/n had always been there for him, making sure he was alright, and the one time she had needed him Peter hadn’t even noticed how she felt. But he was going to make it up to her, one way or another.

“It’s still stupid and selfish. You have so many people that need you Peter, I should not be wasting your time.”

The girl tried to stood up and guide Peter towards the door, however the boy remained seated.

“You are more important. You are the most important person for me. And you need me right now. Everyone else can wait.

I want you to know that you can count on me, for everything you need. It’s not stupid how you feel. And I care about it, I want to help you”

Peter felt really embarrassed after his corny speech, however he meant every word. His face turned an ugly shade of scarlet before the girl talked again.

“ I heard you had brought snacks right? How bout we watch a movie? I just need something to distract myself”

The boy nodded as he got the chocolate out for her and she played a movie. They got together on bed under the covers, like many other Friday’s night they had done.

The girl cuddled next to Peter, placing her head on his chest as the boy speaked.

“You feeling better?”

This time, next to the boy she loved, a little warmer, she could feel herself different from days before.It didn’t have to do anything to do with the movie that was playing, or even the chocolate laid out in front of her. It was all thanks to Peter.

She felt herself nod before she realised. She wasn’t suddenly cured, however, curled up next to him she somehow knew that she could get through it. He really did make her feel a whole lot better.

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a part 2 to your "meeting his girlfriend" story? You wrote it for Niall. Please?

Part One

I knew Niall and Lonnie had broken up about a week after my outburst and subsequent disappearing act, but I was still shocked when Louis confirmed it over the phone one night.  He’d called to make sure I was alright.  He was concerned because he hadn’t seen me around lately.  And to be honest, it was nice to know that someone noticed I’d been gone.  Niall surely wasn’t concerned and I didn’t blame him.  

Niall had a very strict “no drama” policy.  And after what I’d done I was positive I’d totally violated it.  Niall also had a very Irish temper and I was in no hurry to experience it.  So I kept away.  

For the entirety of our relationship, three years, not one single day had gone by where we hadn’t talked to each other.  But it had been three months since I’d heard his voice.  It was killing me.

Louis assured me Niall wasn’t mad.  But Louis always had a knack for completely underestimating someone’s emotional state.  It wasn’t that he was insensitive, Louis was just unobservant.

Still, he did mention one thing that got me thinking.  Niall had broken up with Lonnie, not the other way around.  Niall never broke up with his girlfriends.  Ever. 

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Valentine’s Day

Hi everyone, this is my first ever fic. It’s Sirius Black x Reader and I’m planning to write a part 2. I enjoy reading Marauder Era stories, so I decided to give it a try.

I want to give a HUGE thank you to the amazing @siriusblackfoot  who was kind enough to proof read my story.

Part 2  Part 3


The boys try once again to become Animagi which requires them to leave a mandrake leaf in their mouth for an entire month. They have already failed twice and this is their last chance before the holidays. Everything seems to be going according to plan until Sirius’ crush (Y/N) decides to pay him a visit.


It was a cold February at Hogwarts. The castle grounds were covered in snow and the lake had frozen over. The four Marauders were sitting comfortably on their beds in their warm dormitories. James, Sirius and Peter were each holding a mandrake leaf.

“Alright boys, this is our last chance before the holidays”, James said to Sirius and Peter. “Whatever happens, we must never remove the leaf!”

“And I just want to say, for the last time, this was not my fault” Sirius proclaimed.

“You were the one who pranked the Slytherins!” James argued.

“Yeah this is your fault!” Peter exclaimed pointing a finger at him. “If you hadn’t planted the Swelling Solution, I wouldn’t have laughed and spat it out and James wouldn’t have choked on it!”

“Come on, you have to admit it was hilarious! Who knew Snivellus’ nose could get any bigger!” Sirius laughed.

“It was pretty funny. Especially when we had to explain that James was choking on bubotuber pus!” Remus said, snickering.

Sirius snorted. “Did you see Evans’ face? I think that’s the first time in weeks that she’s payed any attention to you! And good thinking on the bubotuber pus, Remus”.

“Anyway…” James interjected, glaring at Sirius. “This time we can’t let anything distract us. Even if it means”, he took a deep breath, “Withholding pranks” He finished, looking devastated.

“Fine!” Sirius groaned. “We’re doing this for you Remus” He snapped, not looking to happy at the idea of temporarily putting a stop to pranks.

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Pizza, Pasta and some comfort

I love taylor_tut’s sickfics to death but the one that really stuck with me was the one about the college AU where Lance appeared on the gang’s doorstep and they all were like “let’s take care of this sick stranger”.

I really couldn’t help myself…

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Pizza, Pasta and some comfort

[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Gen/ Gen Audience

[Genre]: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Friendship

[AU]: college AU/ based on taylor_tut’s The Pizza One prompt

[Word count]:  4,412

[Warning]: illness, fever, vomiting, cuddles, all of the cuddles

[Status]: oneshot/ completed

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Had anyone suggested that someday, he would end up nursing one of his feverish friends on one of his regular Friday movie-night with his roommates, he might have believed them – he just wouldn’t have taken it too seriously.

Right now though, Lance was lying on the couch and Shiro was hyper aware of every huff and wheeze coming from the sick boy, somehow his breaths louder than even the dialogue between the man and woman on TV.

It was probably this bad because he wanted to be sure Lance was not awake when he would finally turn to Keith. But as he glanced back over his shoulder and up at the couch he saw Lance’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in discomfort and the soaked cloth they had placed on his forehead slowly slipping down with every little movement he made.

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That’s My Girl

Note: yooo I know it’s been ages since I’ve last posted anything and idk if anyone still cares about this account lmao but I was reading Void imagines the other day and it inspired me (y’all know I’m a damn sucker for him) so… this happened ahaha. if you guys want a second part (might write one anyway tbh depends on the feedback this gets), let me know!

Warning(s): slightly uncanon (I haven’t watched Teen Wolf in at least two years tbh oops); malicious reader; creepy Nogitsune Stiles


Fairies are typically depicted as sweet, docile creatures in literature. They’re small, winged, and can typically wield woodland magic.

         The misconceptions about my species are just as plentiful as the accuracies. Yes, I’m small with supernatural abilities – but I am not winged, and there are all kinds of dark things bouncing around in my brain.

         I don’t look like the type of person to be cruel. In some ways, my innocent appearance holds truth; I’m not innately ruthless. I’m a little on the shy side, and I’m definitely the quietest in my pack. I’m not sarcastic like Stiles, and I’m not outspoken like Lydia.

         There are times, though, when I’m so consumed with these twisted thoughts, rantings ricocheting in my skull coming from forked tongues, that I feel crazy. Evil, even. There’s no one I can talk to about it. If I did have someone I could trust enough to discuss these demonic daydreams, I would still be afraid of saying anything. My pack is supposed to be fully good, dedicated to protecting the inhabitants of Beacon Hills from the nasty paranormals of the world. Protecting everyone from people like me.

         The suppression of these seductive, sinful, spiteful spirits, though, has only made them multiply.

         I hate it. But there’s nothing I can do.

         Now, for instance: I’m sitting on the counter in the McCalls’ kitchen. He called a pack meeting to check on everyone. A few days ago, Scott and Kira were attacked by smoky figures robed in black – the same mysterious beings that Allison and Isaac have encountered before, too.

         Everyone’s here, huddled around the rickety old table that Scott and his mother have had for what seems like forever.

         …well, everyone except Stiles, who apparently was admitted to the hospital for health issues earlier in the day. He hasn’t been sleeping lately – anyone can see that, based on the absurd pallor of his skin and the constant disarray of his hair and the sagging dark circles beneath his dreary eyes.

         There’s something wrong with him. I know it. Scott knows it. Everyone in this room knows it. The tension of the situation hangs over us like a storm cloud. We’re just waiting for it to burst with the news.

         “So, what do we know about these… Oni?” Scott tests the word out, like he’s unsure of the correct pronunciation. I don’t blame him. I’ve never heard of them in my life. For some reason, though, I’m overwhelmingly intrigued by them. If what my fellow packmates’ accounts of their meetings with the Oni are true, then they are very powerful, possibly magical.

         It’s wrong to be so taken with the idea of supremacy. I know it is; that’s practically the first sign of someone losing it: their thirst of control. I can’t help it, though. I’m so tiny compared to the strong, towering werewolves in the room. They can bare their teeth and draw their nails and rip someone to pieces.

         What can I do? Make trees grow faster than normal. Make grass shorter with a flick of my fingers, no lawn maintenance needed. Make flowers more vibrant.  

         Well, that’s not all I can do. That’s what I’ve let the pack see. If they knew what I’ve been rehearsing in my free time, though…

         Another thing they can’t find out about.

         “Apparently, they can’t be stopped by any man-made weapon,” Allison says. Her voice is edged. “They’re a force of nature summoned by a dark Kitsune to carry out a task.”

         Inadvertently, everyone’s eyes flicker to Kira, who blushes and keeps her gaze downcast. As the only Kitsune in our pack, she must feel a little uncomfortable with the assumptions that could be made.  

         “Unstoppable. Great.” Isaac grimaces, crossing his arms. “So, what are we supposed to do if they come back?”

         “Maybe they won’t,” Lydia muses. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. “The marks you found on yourselves after your confrontations… it’s as if they were checking something, and you guys were cleared.”

         I press my lips together, wanting to speak up, but too apprehensive of interrupting and having all attention on me at once.

         My phone buzzes in my pocket, causing me to jump. Kira notices, looking at me with concern. “Are you okay?”

         So much for not attracting scrutiny.

         “Yeah.” My face is hot as I mindlessly fumble for the stupid cell, yanking it free with a little more force than necessary. “Just… just got a text… um…” I bite my lip as I stare down at the message.

From: Stiles

where are you

Frowning, I open my mouth – planning on telling everyone – then think better of it and seal my lips.

Why would Stiles be texting me that? Why would he be texting me in the first place? Isn’t he supposed to be drugged and unconscious in the hospital?

Stiles and I aren’t close. Sure, we have the pack bond, the thing that keeps everyone in this room together. But it doesn’t go beyond basic friendship. I’m certainly not the kind of person he would think to ask for if he needed something.

Despite how strange the request for my location is, I answer.

To: Stiles

at scott’s

The reply is instantaneous.

From: Stiles

you don’t want to be there

It’s not an inquiry. He states it like a fact, like he knows all the messed-up nonsense going through my mind, like he knows how uneasy I have begun to feel any time I’m forced to be around the people I’m supposed to love and trust more than anything.

I don’t have time to respond.

From: Stiles

come see me instead

Anxiously, I glance up to check on the pack on the ridiculous notion that, somehow, they’re able to read my messages from their seats across the room.

They’ve returned to one another, thankfully, further pondering the presence of the Oni within Beacon Hills – well, all except Isaac, who is staring at me with worry and confusion in his expression. No doubt he can hear my heart, and is probably wondering who I’m texting to make me feel like that.

I decide to follow Stiles’ wishes – even if they’re out of the ordinary. Besides, he was right to a painful degree. I want to leave and I want it to be now.

To: Stiles

where do you want me to meet you

He writes back a few seconds later – record time for him, considering all the other times we’ve communicated via text he takes several minutes to respond.

From: Stiles

hiking trail

From: Stiles

come alone

From: Stiles

and now

I choose to walk to the hiking trail, opting for an enjoyable walk at dusk, surrounded by nature. Everywhere I walk, the withering plants perk up and the sidewalk’s puddles evaporate and the deadened grass appears a little greener than it should in the winter.

         It’s involuntary, something that naturally occurs whenever I’m at peace – and I am now that I’m out of that house and away from those people.

         I frown at my thoughts, staring at my ankle boots. They’ve stayed remarkably clean, probably due to my powers eliminating anything dirty from my path before I can even cross the natural mess.

         I shouldn’t be this way. There’s something wrong with me. Something inside me. Something wicked.

         When I reach my destination, I see that Stiles is waiting for me. He’s lounged against a tree, examining his short fingernails. Somehow, in the day we’ve been apart, he looks even worse than before, near corpse-like.

         “Hey,” I greet softly. It’s cold out, unbearable when you stand still. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my brown leather jacket, breath swirling in front of me. “You wanted to see me?”

         If I wasn’t thrown off by his weird messages and strange choice of meeting place, the way he looks at me would definitely hint to something being off.

         It’s in the way his head leisurely rolls, raising a fraction to look at me beneath his long eyelashes. “Yes,” he says simply. Now he’s straightening his stance, a faint smile on his lips. “Come.” He starts into the woods.

         For a moment, I hesitate. I’m wearing a floral pattern dress and heeled boots. Not exactly the ideal outfit for taking a hike. Stiles is wearing a navy shirt, jeans and a pair of grey Vans. Definitely not equipped for a hike or the chilly weather.

         He’s so insistent, though, and his dark eyes are oddly appealing in the dim light. I glance over my shoulder to check that no one is around, then follow him onto the red gravel.

         We walk in silence for a little while, immersing ourselves deeper into the rustling forest. The sun has completely set now, but fireflies have swarmed our hunched shoulders, lighting the way – just as they always do whenever I’m outside at night, no matter the weather or the season.

         “So…” I start awkwardly, cheeks warming in embarrassment at how loud my meek voice seems among the still foliage. “What did you need?”

         “Why do you assume I need something?” His face is shadowed.

         “Um…” I blindly search the branches. “I just… you don’t usually… I guess I just expected that you would want to talk to Scott or Lydia when you got out of the hospital.” With trembling fingers, I tuck my hair behind my ear. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

         A particularly noisy firefly darts between us, illuminating the amused smirk on his pale face for a moment.

         “Soothed,” he murmurs. “It’s relaxing to be around someone I can relate to.”

         “…what?”

         Stiles is nothing like me. He’s boisterous and snoopy and witty. I’m reserved and conservative and timid. Somehow, though, he’s seemed to discover some similarities between us, and I’m intrigued to hear them.

         He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you know?” He purrs the words.

         “Know what?” I press. We come to a bend in the trail. He decides to stop here. I turn to face him. Fireflies zoom around us, floating close to my scalp and his lean biceps.

         “You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N.” His eyes are dead, but there’s amusement in the corners of his thin, chapped lips. “I know.” He wets his mouth, still looking at me with that same dissociated yet dizzying stare. “I know all about your black heart and your pretty little twisted mind.”

         My throat feels thick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Whispered, because I can barely summon the courage to speak.

         Stiles knows.

         He grins now. It’s a slow, gradual process, and when it finally takes his face, he hums. “Don’t lie.” He’s shaking his head now. “You can’t. You can’t lie to me. Not to me.” He dares to step closer, and when I stumble back, one of his hands grip my wrist and yank me forward. I’m pitched against his chest. His nostrils are flaring, and he’s looking down his nose at me with a pinched expression, like he’s agitated that I tried to get away. My wrist is bruising beneath his freezing fingers; I can feel the mar developing as he continues to keep me close.

         “Don’t run from me. It’s futile. You won’t get far before I catch you.”

         I swallow hard. “Stiles-”

         “Drop the act, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend any more. I know who you truly are, what you are – a malevolent, bloodthirsty-”

         Vines snake up from the ground, wrapping around his limbs, jerking him off his feet and throwing him across the path. Rocks spray as his body skids, the denim of his jeans producing a rough shriek of protest as they struggle to hold together.

         I’m panting, rubbing over my wrist. I know I should run, but I can’t bring myself to move. I watch his crumbled form with interest, wondering what he’ll do and how he’ll react. Part of me is curious about what he’s saying, too.

         “I’m impressed,” he drawls as he pushes himself up on all fours. “You’ve been holding out on the pack. Manipulating nature?” He’s standing now, his lips pursed. “That’s a bit of a dark talent. What else can you do? Choke people with branches? Rip their limbs from their torsos? Plunge sticks through their chests and hold their hearts aloft?”

         When I don’t answer, he smiles. “You don’t know, do you?”

         “No, I don’t. I don’t want to know.” I press my lips together. “Stiles, look you can’t tell anyone, okay? Scott and the others… they won’t… they’ll freak out, and I-”

         He sighs and I stop speaking. “Lying again, Y/N? Now that just won’t do.”

         The fireflies around me shudder. Suddenly Stiles and I are surrounded by masked men in black, tendrils of smoke oozing from them.

         Oni.

         I gasp, spinning around, seeing that there’s nowhere to run. It dawns on me that they must’ve been summoned, and the only person who could’ve done so is standing in this tight circle with me, wearing the guise of a friend.

         “You…” I trail off, gaping at him in amazement.

         “What? Finally caught on that I’m not Stiles?” He staggers toward me. “Certainly took you long enough.”

         “But… but how…”

         “Don’t you see? You’re not the only one with a dark side.” He’s right in front of me now, the toes of our shoes touching. “The only difference here is that Stiles gave himself over to it.” Nose inches from mine, breath fanning out across my face. “It feels so good to embrace the bad, Y/N. So good.”

         I’m shaking my head. “No, it’s… we’re supposed to… uh…”

         Stiles hums in enjoyment. “Fox got your tongue?”

         “No, I just…” My hands are quivering, and my voice does the same. “This is so…”

         “Unexpected?” He quirks a brow. “Think of how shocked I felt when I woke in this body drawn to you…” He leans even closer. When I turn my head, he follows me. “…a pretty little fairy…” I turn my head again, and he chases after. “…who is just the sweetest girl on the outside…” His fingers take hold of my chin and force me to look at him. “…but on the inside? Oh,” he groans in delight. “Quite the naughty opposite.”

         Shame washes over me in waves, stinging at my eyes. I look up at the treetops, trying to steady my breathing. “Stop,” I mutter.

         He shakes his head, letting his nose slide along my cheek. “Not until you accept it.”

         “I won’t,” I tell him.

         “You should.” Trailing along my jawline now. “You don’t have to stay with your pack anymore. Come be yourself with me. I can promise you a lifetime of chaos and freedom.”

         Tempting. So tempting, and he knows it. He’s grinning when I shut my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t.”

         “Yes, you can.” Nuzzling my neck. “I believe in how bad you can be – if you let yourself.” An exhale against my ear, one that has a shiver passing through my body that isn’t caused by the cold. “Give in, Y/N. That’s all you have to do. It’s very easy, I promise.” He pulls away now, piercing me with solemn and sincere eyes. “Just give in.”

         “No!” I shout, flustered and finally at the breaking point. I shove against his chest, placing distance between us. The ground shakes, and small fissures form, separating myself from Stiles and the Oni. The shifting of the Earth is loud and causes dead leaves to fall from the trees.

         If I thought this feat would cause him to back down, I was wrong. If anything, it just entices him more.          

         “You are special, aren’t you?” His eyes are sparkling. The movement of the ground caused him to fall, and though it has since stilled, he remains sitting. “Think of how great you could be, though.”

         I let out a harsh breath. “No.” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m going to my pack now. I’ve had enough of this. Goodbye.”

         He laughs. “What are you going to tell them? That I was harassing you?”

         “I…” My momentum is lost. “That shouldn’t matter to you,” I manage. “They’re going to keep me safe.”

         “I think they are the ones who need protection.” That easy grin still resides on his face, like we’re old friends reminiscing. “You’re dangerous.”

         “No. Not to them. I’m different with them.” Then I shake my head and correct myself. “I’m who I’m supposed to be with them. I like that version of me.”

         “You don’t.”

         My teeth grit. “I do,” I assure him, trying to convince myself, too. My hands clench into fists, and he catches the small movement.

         “Are you threatening me?” He inquires, nodding to my aggressive posture. “That would not be wise.”

         “I’m not.” I force myself to relax. “I’m leaving, and I don’t want you to follow me,” I tell him firmly.

         “I don’t have to. I’ll find you if I want to see you.”

         “Not if I go somewhere you can’t.”

         Now he genuinely laughs. “Y/N… it doesn’t matter where you go. I will find you, and the darkness will have you. You can’t run from yourself, and you can’t hide from me.”

Fake Girlfriend 4 || Dan Howell

A/N: The response to part 3 was just overwhelming! thanky ou so much 💕

THIS IS THE FINAL PART!

Word Count: 1.5K 

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by salaiiinspire

“I wasn’t acting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She actually wanted to kiss me? My eyes widened as I intensively looked at her. My heart was suddenly racing. Y/N stopped staring at her feet and our gazes met. Her eyes spoke of surprise just like mine did. We just stood there in the middle of the woods, our faces cold and hands sweating. The girl in front of me with the cute red nose was the same one I used to fight with whenever we met. I used to despise her and my hate was returned. So, what happened to us?  Because right at that moment I longed to kiss her sweet pink lips even if it were the last thing that I did.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve probably said something but all I could think about was kissing her. I moved closer to her, leaving footprints in the snow with every step I took. Since she was shorter than me she lifted her head to look up as soon as I stood right in front of her, our chests almost touching. I could feel my body already prickling. She was so damn beautiful. Y/N got on her tiptoes. There were only inches between us. I could feel her warm breath on my cold skin. The spark was almost there. I leaned in to close the distance between us and then?  Shouts.

“Daniel, Y/N! Where are you?” Aunt Sarah’s voice echoed through the forest.

We had fallen behind a while ago and had last seen my relatives more than ten minutes ago. They probably thought we were lost somewhere around here since there were a lot of different paths.

I groaned in annoyance, seeing my aunt and her soon to be husband. ‘We were about to kiss god damn it.’ I wanted to angrily shout in their faces. Maybe I groaned a bit too loud because Y/n started giggling at my exasperation. Just the sound of her little laugh made me calm down.

“We are here!” I shouted back.

After less than 5 minutes we had caught up to my relatives.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you. We just.. uhm needed a minute to ourselves.” I apologized, scratching the back of my head.

“You both know that the fertility luck of that squirrel you saw lasts longer than just a few minutes, right?” my grandma asked, winking again.

Oh my god. Here she goes again. Why does she always have to do this? I mentally facepalmed myself and just laughed it off while Y/N stayed silent in embarrassment.

“I hope you didn’t search for us too long?” I asked with a slight feeling of guilt. Unfortunately, Harry was the first one to answer.

“Well Dan, Auntie Sarah was actually quite worried about you. You must know Y/N, that when Dan and I were 12 we used to play hide and seek here in the woods and Dan got lost for a whole afternoon. When we found him in the evening he was crying his eyes out and since then we weren’t allowed to play here anymore.” Harry ended his anecdote with a bitter laugh and I wondered how many stories that make me seem like the biggest loser on Earth there were.

Much to my liking though Y/N was on my side and not his. Her way of killing was kindness. She just laughed at my 12 year old self and took my hand in hers. Her small fingers felt cold under her knitted gloves so I tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

“Is that why you are scared of trees and the dark?” she wanted to know with a grin and I was surprised that she knew that about me.

Since it was way past midday we soon returned to my aunt’s mansion. Sarah made hot chocolates for all of us to warm up. Later today most of my other relatives would arrive since the wedding was tomorrow. Me and Y/N walked up to our room in silence. My thoughts were racing though. We weren’t even friends when we got here, she was just my fake girlfriend and now? What were we now?

Instead of talking about what happened during our little walk we just talked. About how we both met Phil, what are favourite movies were, what we were scared of as children and topics like that. The only thing we didn’t talk about was our first kiss, our second kiss and our almost kiss. I think we were both unsure of what the other would say and we just didn’t know how to address it. At five in the afternoon there was a knock on our door, making me stop talking mid-sentence.

“Hey, lovebirds. Most of your aunts, uncles and cousins have arrived, Dan. Why don’t you two come downstairs to have dinner with all of us?”

“Sure, auntie.” I said while Y/N sweetly smiled at Sarah.

We got up from the armchairs near the big window that we were sitting on. Y/N checked her hair in the mirror on the wall before she approached the door.

“I can’t believe that out of all girls in the world, it’s you who is my fake girlfriend.” I uttered with astonishment.

My words made Y/N stop in the middle of her tracks. She turned around to look at me and when I saw her face I realized that she had completely misunderstood what I had said. I was trying to compliment her. I was simply expressing my amazement because the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world agreed to act like she is my girlfriend. She had interpreted what I said differently, in a negative way.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean it like-“ I defended myself trying to make this, whatever this was, okay again.

“Let’s just go meet your family.” She snapped and walked out of the door.

 Smooth Dan Howell. Real smooth.

I headed after her, wanting to apologize, but it was already too late.

“Daniel dear!” various relatives exclaimed with glee when they saw me and I shook a lot of hands instead of kissing Y/N.

What I soon learned was that Y/N was indeed a really good actress. She acted like the perfect girlfriend and made us seem like we were the happiest couple on Earth. Only I knew that she was actually mad at me. What was I even thinking when I said that? Why didn’t I ask her to be my girlfriend already?

The horror that I might have ruined whatever we could have had made my heart want to explode. We sat at the table talking and chatting with everybody, eating dinner and answering questions about our fake relationship.

“Looking at you two makes me want to be young again.” My grandma said with a smile.

Y/N blushed and squeezed my hand underneath the table.  It was just an act but I wanted it to be real so badly.

So I plunged in at the deep end.  I moved closer to her, my palms sweaty.

“I’m  I am – uh.. falling for you, Y/N.” I whispered into her ear, my heartbeat almost louder than my words.

I watched her face lose colour at my words. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

I could tell that she was shouting “Dan?!” inside of her head right now.

Dessert couldn’t be served soon enough and we nearly jumped up from our seats when we were finished. We took two stairs at the same time, nearly sprinting to our room. When I shut the door behind me, there was nothing and nobody holding us back anymore.

“CAN WE FINALLY TALK ABOUT THIS?!” Y/N screamed, but just as those words had left that pretty mouth of hers I had stumbled forward to where she stood and crashed my lips onto hers. I was finally kissing her, no acting just real feelings. She immediately kissed back and there was that famous spark again. My whole body was on fire as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in my hair. There was no space between our bodies left as we moved our lips in perfect rhythm.  

We broke apart staring at each other in sheer amazement.

I was still out of breath but she was right, we had to talk about his. So I swallowed hard and talked.

“Okay so, first of all I just want you to know I am not acting right now. It’s all real and I never should have lied.

The second thing I want you to know is that what I said before dinner was supposed to be a compliment, but it looks like I am just freaking dumb.

The third confession is that I have fallen so hard for you and every time I kiss you it feels like I am actually on fire.”

Y/N and I had the biggest smiles on our faces as I finally spoke my mind.

“Oh and fourth, I’m tired of this fake girlfriend thing. The ‘fake’ part just doesn’t work out for me.”

More Than Just A Thing?

Tig imagine based off the request:

“Some kinda imagine where you’re sneaking around with one of the guys, keeping it secret from the club until someone finds out? Maybe hooking up with Tig/Happy/Juice? Lots of teasing and flirting and smut smut smut cause girl I can’t get enough of your smut imagines haha 😉😘”

Thank you to @thewalkingdeadfanatic for requesting!!

You yelp as you feel hands on your hips, pulling you into the broom closet. The door is shut behind you, your back pushed against it, the room pitch black. Not that it matters. You can tell exactly who it is, just by the feel of his hands on your skin, the alluring smell that you can only describe as him.

“Jesus, Tig. Way to give me a fucking heart attack,” you scold, no real annoyance in your tone, the soft kisses you feel upon your neck making you melt like butter.

“M'sorry, baby. I just can’t keep my hands off you.” You tangle your fingers in his hair as you subconsciously tilt your head back, exposing more skin for his lips to explore. He sucks tenderly, his teeth nibbling teasingly. A gasp leaves your lips, your body already hot and tingling for some attention.

“We’ve got about five minutes.” You nod, him kissing you deeply as his hands move to undo his jeans, yours fiddling with the button on your own.

Your lips stay attached as his jeans drop to the floor, yours following. He stands in between your legs, pulling his cock out of the hole at the front of his boxers. You pull on his hair as he sinks into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you both fit together.

“Now, let’s see how fast you can make me come, Trager.” He growls playfully at you, pulling out and slamming back in, filling you completely. You moan with every hard thrust, his mouth sealing yours to keep you quiet.

His tongue slips past your lips, fighting with your own for dominance. He wins, as always, pulling away and biting on your plump bottom lip. Your back hits against the door behind you, your hands on his biceps as he fucks you, his cock hitting your pleasure points in all the right ways. Your moans drive him faster, his motions almost animalistic as he leaves and enters your pussy at a wonderful pace.

“Fuck Tig, I’m gonna…” You don’t finish your sentence, his fingers slipping down to your clit and driving you over the edge. His head drops back as you come around his shaft, your walls tight and dripping. He pulls out once more, stuffing you to the hilt before groaning, his cock bursting with come inside of you.

You suck on his jaw as he orgasms, your fingers running up his stomach. His juices escape inside of you, filling you up until later when you’d need another fix.

He slips out of you, kissing you once before pulling up his jeans, you doing the same as you both try to fix your ‘we just fucked’ appearances.

“I’ll see you later.” You wink at him, opening the door slowly, checking for any witnesses. Satisfied, you step out of the closet, a sharp slap on your ass making your body jolt. You turn back, Tig smirking at you, his expression so hot you want to spend the rest of the day on the end of his dick. Rolling your eyes, you walk away, trying to comb down your sex hair.

“Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.“

Gemma says, raising her eyebrow at Tig, who sits with a smile on his face.

Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs were all gathered around the garage, Gemma just walking in to see how everyone was getting on.

“I think it’s less of which side of the bed he woke up on, and more to do with who was next to him in the bed.” Chibs teases, the other boys hollering boyishly. Tig just smiles bigger, the image of you swirling around in his brain.

“Someone important, Tiggy?” Gemma was like a dog with a bone once she got a whiff of something, and he knew that him and you would have to be more careful if you wanted to keep your private relationship private.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, trying to play it cool. “I’ll let you know when I do.” He knows it’s total bullshit, he is completely infatuated with you, you’re more than important. Still, he’s not even sure whether you see him as anything more than a fling.

Gemma hums, smirking and walking towards the clubhouse. The other members start up a conversation, but Tig is too busy thinking about you to even keep track.

“Hey babe.” You look up as you hear Tig’s voice, a smile instantly brightening up your face. You’re currently in Gemma’s office, reorganising some files for TM. You like to help out whenever you can, and you get paid for it too, which is a bonus.

Standing up out of your chair, you walk over to him, him shutting the door behind him. As you reach him you slip your hands around his neck, his locking around your lower bag as you look up at him. His gaze is set behind you, looking at nothing in particular.

“Is everything OK?“ you ask, the crease in his forehead showing that he’s got something on his mind. He hums in question, his eyes meeting yours as he tries to shake it off, the smile he displays not quite reaching his eyes. He pulls away from you, pacing across the room before turning to look at you.

“What is this? What are we doing?” You open your mouth, not quite knowing what to say. You try to reach out for him, but he backs up further, hoping that the distance between you will somehow help him think straight.

“I-I don’t know. I thought we were just having fun, enjoying each others company. What’s brought this on?” He shakes his head, not saying anything as you observe him, not wanting to say anything in fear of pushing him even further away.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You swallow the lump in your throat, the sight of the broken man in front of you bringing you pain. “I’m not just someone you can play with and then get fucking rid of. I can’t deal with that, (Y/N). I’m already fucked up in the head as it is.”

“Tig…” Your voice trails off, your body heavy as you stand there, feeling lost. You’re not sure what he wants to hear, needs to hear, but you know that if you don’t say something, he’s going to walk away anyway.

“That’s never what this was.” Your voice is soft, not wanting to scare off the fragile man infront of you. “I care about you too much to hurt you. I’m sorry if that’s what I’ve done, I thought we were both fine with this-”

He huffs in frustration, pacing a couple more times before sitting down on the couch, burying his head in his hands. You slowly step over, taking a seat next to him, leaving a little bit of room.

“I just-” he starts, bringing his head up and turning in to you. “I’m sick of this sneaking around, the borrowed time we have together before we hear a sound and have to panic and separate.” He takes your hands in his, looking into your eyes.

“I want us to be more than that. I want you to be more than that.” Your eyes widen at his confession, his words being just what you wanted to hear without even realising it. You never let yourself even dip into the pool that was you and Tig being an actual couple, not wanting to even move near the possibility that could probably never be. But here he was, bringing your thoughts to life.

You place your hand on his cheek, his eyes closing as he subconsciously leans into your touch. “We can be whatever you want us to be, Alex.”

His eyes shoot open after the words leave your lips, a warm feeling spreading through your body. He just watches you for a moment, disbelief on his face as his mouth opens and closes like a fish, a laugh erupting from your mouth at the sight.

This snaps him out of it, his hands grabbing your face as he kisses you deeply. You close your eyes, trying to transfer your feelings into the kiss.

“What a surprise.” You both pull apart, the click of heels echoing into the office. Your cheeks flood with the embarrassment of being caught with your tongue down Tig’s throat, Gemma smirking at you both. “I’m guessing she’s important?”

Tig stands up, chuckling nervously, feeling like a little kid. You stand up with him, pointing to the files on the desk. “They’re all organised.” You try to change the channel of conversation, smiling shyly at Gemma.

She just continues to smirk at you both, nodding at you in acceptance. You both turn to leave the office, Gemma calling Tig back as you continue your route to the clubhouse.

“You did good, sweetheart. So did she.” His expression is full of admiration as he watches you walk away, turning back to Gemma and walking over to hug her.

“Thank you momma.”

Standing by the bar, biting on your nails, you’re drowning in your thoughts. What happens now? Do you tell people that you and Tig are an item? What if the club don’t think you’re worthy? Don’t think you can be trusted? What if Gemma tells everyone? What if-

You’re dragged back to reality by the movement in front of you, Tig coming through the clubhouse door. The room is full, SAMCRO scattered around as they drink and talk amongst each other.

You look at him, trying to keep your expression neutral. He strides right over to you, a cheeky grin on his face. As he reaches you, you open your mouth to ask him a million questions, but they’re all answered as he places his hands on your face, placing a loving kiss on your lips.

You place your hands on top of his, kissing him back as you hear whistles around you. Pulling away you bury your head in Tig’s chest as you hear the boys being boys, congratulating him and shouting playful comments.

Tig laughs, pulling you into his side, knowing that nothing could ever make him feel happier than he does in this moment. Being able to kiss you, hold you, be with you freely, it’s all he needs.

Originally posted by tarons

A/N - I hope you liked this!!! Thank you so much to my fave for requesting! I’ve got quite a few requests but feel free to keep sending them in and I’ll eventually do them! I’m either going to do a Chibs request or a Juice one next! Thanks for reading xx

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May

I was a blubbering wreck of a woman.
There were actual tears streaming down my face.
No, it was the worse than that. My face was entirely damp. If your body is 60% water, I was definitely budging that number up to at least 90. Possibly even 100% water.
At first, Mikes mum had waited for him, a bag in each hand and a backpack on, but she must have gotten bored/exhausted, since I had been hugging him for about ten million years.

“I’ll see you in two months, Pip!” He tried to comfort me.

“But I’ll never live with you again.”

“Pip.” Tally sighed from our side. “My mums waiting outside too, I really need to go!”

“WHAT?” I whimpered. “TWO AT ONCE? NO. NO I CAN’T DO IT!”

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🍂 ☇ 04 | halloween prompts *:。

*pls do not send in any more requests, my pals!!*

➸ member: mingyu.

➸ word count: 1,130

phrase 5: hey! you’re awake! yeah, you kinda fainted on me back there. + setting 2: haunted house.

Mingyu had been standing in line for this haunted house for roughly an hour now, the line first commencing near the pumpkin patch and trailing along the entire path of cinnamon dirt. An hour ago, the sky had been tinted a cream-like marigold, with brilliant orange streaks tearing across the horizon.

Now, after sixty minutes of idle shifting toward the main event, heavy, blue shadows blanketed the vast expanses above him, causing the autumn warmth to dwindle akin to his patience. His head snapped from staring at the sky, following the horrendous warbling that pervaded the haunted house. Little garnets of thrill began twinkling in his bloodstream again, until his friend opened his mouth regarding a completely different topic.

“That girl up there,” Wonwoo spoke lowly to Mingyu, a telling smirk guiding his lips.

“She’s pretty cute.”

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Solid Ground

Request: 💙 I was wondering if it could a be something where the reader is great at tree climbing and whenever the reader and taeyong go to parks or something, she always sneaks away to climb a tree and waits for him to find her maybe? If it’s not too weird?            

Member: NCT’s Taeyong x Y/N

Type: Fluff


You took a deep breath in as you closed your eyes, letting your back ease against the brittle security of the tree bark behind you. Quietly heaving only moments before, you had to give yourself time to catch your breath now that you had defeated yet another worthy conquest. Your chest burned as you gasped for air, hissing out in an attempt to cool the feeling constricting your lungs. Your arms tingled from the effort you exerted in such a quick amount of time, but you felt full. There was nothing like the view from the top. 

Glancing between branches and leaves, you resettled yourself in the crook of the tree, snuggly fitting between two branches as if you were ready to build a nest. You smiled to yourself as the cool, spring breeze blew at the edges of your hair and kissed your cheeks. It was nice to get out of the bursting sidewalks of the city every now and again. 

And even better when you could share the moment with someone you cared about. 

You couldn’t help but grin as Taeyong paced back and forth beneath you, his thoughts heavy and his feet quick. He had admitted that he had a million things to do today, but would gladly push them all aside if it meant a simple walk with you in the park near his studio.

“Where are you?” he grumbled, tilting his head in various directions. Gnawing on his lip, he paused for a moment as his eyes locked on the tree you were now sitting in. They searched the bark and the roots with fervor, but never once glanced toward the top. 

He should have known better. He should have known you were busy climbing a tree or getting into some sort of mischief you had no business in being a part of. In these type of situations, you were never quite sure why he put up with someone like you. On almost every occasion you decided to go out, you were busy giving him heart palpitations. 

It wasn’t completely your fault though. Taeyong was a worrier. And on top of that, he could be a germaphobe on occasion. For someone so tremendously confident, no one would ever suspect him to be the mom friend. After all of the time you had been together, his concerns had become pretty endearing over time. 

Even when he was busy washing you down in hand sanitizer at every chance he got. 

“Hey handsome,” you called, incapable of keeping the smile from your face. “Why don’t you try looking up?” 

“Y/N,” he groaned, closing his eyes before he even bothered to look your way. He lifted his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a rugged sigh. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Checking out the view,” you giggled. “You look great from up here.” 

“And I’m sure I’ll look just the same from down here, now come on,” he pleaded. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” 

“You know,” you hummed, tapping your lip. “If you think about it, I could hurt myself more in an attempt to climb down…rather than just staying put.” 

“So what you’re saying is…” he grumbled, his face becoming steely. 

“What I’m saying is…you should probably come up here to retrieve me,” you grinned. 

“But like…” he hummed, glancing around. “I could not do that too?” 

“Then I guess I’m not going anywhere,” you chuckled. You crossed your arms as a symbol of your defiance and tilted your focus up and away from him. As far as he was concerned, you were content with lounging in your spot for the better part of the afternoon. 

“Heeeeey,” he cooed, his voice becoming soft. “I thought you wanted to spend time with me today.” 

“I am spending time with you,” you moaned, already mentally prepared for his attempt at guilting you. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one choosing not to be up here.” 

“Wait!” he gasped, stamping his foot. “You can’t guilt trip me in the middle of my guilt trip! We were already on my trip! We were not turning the car around to go on your trip!” 

“Too late,” you teased. “Let the guilt consume you.” 

“Ugh,” he groaned, shaking his head. His fans viewed him as self-assured and manly, but if they could only see him now. You knew he had about a million and one thoughts flying through his mind as he began to teeter along the tree roots, looking up at you uncertainly. 

You lived to get him to push the envelope. 

Pride swelled in your chest as you watched him swallow and then proceed to shake out his hands. Pressing gingerly against the bark, he began to grimace as he found a foot hold, and tugged himself upward. Changing position, you leaned forward, extending your hand as he continued to climb, grunting and groaning with every move. Eventually, he looked up, noticed your hand, and took it with a grateful smile. 

You tugged him upwards, holding him close as he shimmied his way between the branches and plopped into the crook you were originally sitting in. He exhaled with a cry, no doubt feeling the same burning in his lungs you had felt only moments before. 

“Wasn’t that fun?” you chuckled, backing yourself in to sit between his legs. Leaning back, instead of finding the tree bark you had grown comfortable with, you found Taeyong’s firm chest instead. 

“That’s a word for it,” he laughed, wiping the back of his hand along his forehead. Setting his palms on his knees, you could hear him swallow as he came to terms with your close proximity. It was true, you had known each other for some time, but you were only freshly dating. Whatever…this was, was completely new to the both of you. 

“Thanks for coming to rescue me,” you cooed, leaning your head back easily on his shoulder. You could feel the heat of a blush slowly cascade down his neck as you wiggled yourself closer. 

“Thanks for um…well, I’m not going to thank you for making me climb the tree,” he pouted, only to finish his sentence with a timid laugh. “But I guess there are worse things.” 

“Yeah, like having to babysit a gang of boys,” you grinned. “At least I’m only one person driving you crazy.”

“Well,” he hummed, his voice low. “You don’t exactly drive me crazy in the same way anyhow.” 

His remark caught you off guard for a moment. You sat in silence as you attempted to collect your thoughts. “Oh?” 

“Oh,” he continued shyly. You knew if you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, he would be looking anywhere but at you. Even if butterflies were running rampant through his stomach, he would try to convey what he was thinking. “I mean, of course you drive me crazy…but most of the time…it’s in the best way.” 

“Please expound,” you chuckled, tilting yourself in his grasp. He watched with nervous eyes as you swiveled, keeping your body between his legs, but leaning your side to now lay against his chest. Your legs draped over his thigh and crossed at the ankles as you reclined your feet against the bark. Instinctively, his arms flew up, catching your back and cradling you close. Setting his other arm over your knees, he let out a sigh. 

“If you keep wiggling around, you’re going to fall out of the tree,” he muttered, inspecting you from head to toe to make sure you were completely safe. “Are you okay?” 

“Perfectly okay,” you nodded happily, now receiving a better view of his face. “Better than okay, actually. Now, I believe you were just about to talk about how much you care about me some more.” 

“Was I?” he grinned, shaking his head. “Because I distinctly remember having to bite my tongue from saying something about you being the death of me.” 

“Because I make you heart stop…from how attractive I am?” you whispered, only to have him grimace. 

“Sure, something like that,” he chuckled. 

“Don’t humor me like I’m one of the dreamies,” you laughed. 

“I don’t humor them!” he smiled. “They’re just…soft.” 

“Mother hen with her baby birds,” you giggled. “I’m well aware.” 

“Oh come on!” he gasped. “I am no one’s moth-”

“Do you hear yourself?” you asked, lifting a brow. “Because I hear you, and you don’t even sound like you’re convincing yourself.” 

“So, like I was saying,” he grumbled. “You being the death of me.”

“This isn’t about me,” you chuckled. 

“Let’s make it about you,” he grinned. 

“You always want to make it about me,” you laughed. “Especially when I’m picking on you.”

“Well gee,” he gasped. “I wonder why that would be.” 

“You know, if I were you,” you trailed. “I would probably kiss me, you know, to effectively shut me up.”

Taeyong’s eyes grew wide with your daring statement before they immediately focused on your lips. “You would?” 

“Obviously,” you hummed, moving your face slowly toward his. “I mean, I am pretty annoying when I’m teasing.” 

“Oh definitely,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your mouth. “But, cutting you off would be pretty ungentlemanly.” 

“You don’t have to be a gentleman all the time, Tae,” you hissed, your lips nearly upon his. His breath was hot against your face as he continued to stare, unmoving. 

“Good,” he croaked, his lips finally meeting yours. 

The fingers of his free hand left your knees and began to ghost along your face, not stopping longer than a moment as they ran down your neck and dug deeply into your skin. You lifted your hands as well, sliding your fingers into his dyed hair and tangling them there. Every nerve in your body stood on high alert as he deepened the kiss, rendering you breathless as you crashed your lips into his again and again. 

Fervent and hungry, he kissed you as if his life depended on it. You couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away from you after only a moment, breathless as he began to speak. 

“If you keep kissing me like this,” he whispered, his voice deep and rugged between heavy breaths. “I’m going to fall out of the tree.” 

You tried to hide your smile against his skin, your intentions not even remotely hidden as you leaned forward and kissed his jaw lightly. “Then let’s get you back on solid ground.”

Originally posted by nctaezen

FMA AU Week: Day 3 - Theme H: AU where everything's the same but...

Here’s my Briggs au, in which Riza ends up in Briggs with Olivier instead of the East with Roy! Thanks to @gomboc123, @the-flame-and-hawks-eye and @queenxolivier for listening me talk about it. Riza is a lot sassier to Roy because he isn’t her commanding officer and Olivier encourages it. I tried not to make this too Royai-y, but it could be implied? Also Riza is buffer and stronger because she was trained to fight a bear like everyone else in Briggs. Anyways! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Riza had known Briggs was not going to be an easy post, and even dreaded going there, having been assigned right after the Ishvalan War, but she hadn’t expected it to be so unfathomable. If she had thought Ishval was the most unbearable place on Earth, Briggs immediately proved her wrong.

She realizes soon that she’s one of the only women soldiers there, despite the leader being a legendary woman soldier herself, not much older than Riza, and one of the only Ishval veterans. Riza had heard stories about her from various soldiers in Ishval, that she was an immovable force stronger than the mountain and wall itself, that she had no mercy for anyone, that everyone was trained like dogs to be efficient and ruthless soldiers that worked as one cohesive unit. When Riza got her post assigned, Rebecca whistled and shook her head. “I hope you get out of there alive,” she said, and patted her on the shoulder.

Riza has always been able to adapt to certain situations, and she had been hardened by the war, so the rigorous training she went through didn’t scare her half as much as it frightened the younger soldiers who had never been through anything truly terrifying and tough. Even though Riza goes to bed sore most nights, and is pushed past what she thought were her limits, she finds that she starts to like it in Briggs.

There’s a sort of camaraderie in the fort. Living so far up in the North and in the mountains brings everyone closer together. Riza realizes that when everyone isn’t in combat or working on engineering, they all have a close bond with each other due to their shared experience of hard work and grit. She even becomes close to two of Brigadier General Armstrong’s right hand men, who seem intimidating at first but are understanding and kind in their own ways. She’s never worked harder in her entire life while at Briggs, and she gains valuable friendships as well as a better physique due to carrying around rifles and pushing cannons while trying to keep spies away and Drachma at bay.

After training, Riza’s assigned to work as a ssniper, guarding one half of the fort with another sniper as the other half is guarded by two more. The Brigadier General had realized her potential and decided she was perfect for the post, so Riza spends most of her days trying to get over the cold and harsh wind that comes from Drachma across the border. She gets used to her face becoming red from the biting wind and thinking about anything but how much she was freezing. She spends the time talking to her buddy who’s facing the other way, towards Amestris, and they grow to become good acquaintances.

Olivier doesn’t really notice her until Drachma tries to invade in the winter, after a huge blizzard.

Riza hears a gunshot pass by her head, and when she turns, the soldier she had gotten friendly with is falling from the fort, blood flowing from his head as he crashes down to the ground. Before she can react, another gun goes off, and she ducks before the bullet meant for her can strike her. She has to act fast, so she lays on her belly and tries to ignore the fact that there is blood on her pants now as she takes out four Drachman spies, the rest of them coming in a storm after them. She has to alert General Armstrong, if she doesn’t already know; Riza scampers down from the watchtower to rush into Fort Briggs, probably looking like a madman with the way she runs into the building.

Everyone is staring at her, so she takes her chance and yells as loudly as possible, “There are Drachman spies coming for us! Their military is possibly behind them!”

This sends everyone into an organized frenzy, many of them rushing to get their weapons and some of them running to the top of the fort to adjust the cannons. It takes a moment for Olivier to reach her, with the Lieutenant Buccaneer following close behind. “How long have they been there?”

“Just a few minutes. They shot the man next to me and I was close to being shot myself. I had to kill off four of them on my own before the soldiers in the tower next to us realized what was happening.” Riza realizes that she’s out of breath, so she has to calm herself down so she doesn’t seem like a total lunatic.

“I have no clue why they would invade now, especially because of how we’re trained to fight in the winter,” Buccaneer says.

“They were trying to do a surprise attack. The blizzard that came through made us lower our defenses, because we thought they’d be just as defenseless as we were,” Riza reasons. “It was bad out there. They probably started to make their way here before the storm, but saw the storm as a chance to get us when we let our guards down.”

After a short beat of silence, Olivier turns to the troops still inside the fort and yells out orders. “Don’t give them another chance to attack! Give it all you’ve got until we’ve gotten rid of every last one of them!”

Everyone salutes her and makes their way to their stations, and Olivier turns to Riza again, who immediately stands at attention after having relaxed for a second. “Come with me. I’ll need your eyes to spot any other spies who try to infiltrate Briggs.”

Riza is surprised for a moment, but eventually salutes her. “Sir.”

They end up being able to fight off Drachma, who retreat when they realize yet again that they’re no match for the Briggs soldiers. Riza had proven herself by shooting soldiers from high above with complete precision, and even in the throes of battle she kept a cool head and performed her job spectacularly. She even ordered some of the newer privates to man a cannon or grab a gun, and they respected her, even if she was only a Second Lieutenant. Her reputation as the Hawk’s Eye led most of the soldiers to listen to and respect her, because she had been in the War and made it out alive.

It starts slow, but Riza begins to notice Olivier taking interest in her after the failed invasion. She had commended Riza for staying alive long enough to alert the rest of her troops, which ultimately led to their success. Riza was humble and insisted that they would have found out, but her Captain, Miles, insists that had she not thought to tell everyone and instead tried to fend off the soldiers and spies herself, she would have died along with the other snipers. Riza writes it off as just instincts, but she learns to take a compliment from Olivier Armstrong, because she doesn’t hand them out freely.

A few soldiers who want to perfect their shooting technique ask Riza to help train them, and all approach her with some sort of reverence, like they shouldn’t be talking to her at all. Of course, Riza agrees, and they take time out of their busy schedules to go down to the shooting range so she can teach them. Soon, whenever she goes to the range, the soldiers of all different ranks and skill sets around them end up gathering in a circle around her as she explains the mechanics of different guns and ways to make their aim near perfect. All of the soldiers who learn from her find their marksmanship to steadily improve under her instruction. Beyond that, they all grow to be good friends over the fact that none of them are good at shooting, at least not as good as Riza – and she reminds them with a smile that she had to practice to get where she is today. Olivier takes notice, especially because the soldiers who get Riza’s help with their aim are soldiers who had decent to awful aim previously.

When Riza is getting ready for the day one morning, she gets a knock at the door and opens it to find Miles standing on the other side. “The Brigadier General wants to see you.”


They make short conversation on the way to the office, and although Riza knows she hasn’t done anything wrong, there is still a small feeling of dread underneath her skin. Olivier is sitting at her desk, her hands folded and she doesn’t gesture for Riza to sit. So, Riza salutes her in front of her desk.

“At ease, Second Lieutenant,” Olivier orders, and Riza slowly lowers her arm but still looks uneasy. “I’ve called you here because I want to propose something to you.”


“Yes, sir?”

The Brigadier General stands up from her seat, her hands pressed on the top of the desk. “I’ve seen how the soldiers that you have been training at the shooting range have improved their skills substantially. I want you to teach the new recruits who need it how to handle a gun. They should on arrival, but many don’t expect that they’ll end up here. I figure this job is best suited for the Hawk’s Eye.”

Riza is taken aback by her proposal. She had just been teaching them on the side because she figured that having a battalion with even more skilled snipers would make the entire group stronger. She hadn’t thought that it would be so important that it would catch Olivier’s attention. When she doesn’t respond for a moment, Olivier speaks. “Do you understand me?”

Riza blinks once, then gives her a nod. “I understand and I’m honored, Sir.”

Olivier raises a brow, but ultimately sobers and her face becomes stern again. “I hope you realize the importance of this. If my men are incompetent at shooting, then Briggs will be left defenseless. You are training them to do one of the most important skills someone here could have. I am placing my full faith and trust in you, Hawkeye.”

She had never called her by her last name before, and now that she thinks about it Olivier only does so frequently to those she trusts with her life, like Buccaneer and Miles. Riza nods again. “I fully understand this undertaking and the importance of it all, Sir. The academy doesn’t teach soldiers how to fight in the snow, much less shoot during a snowstorm. I hope I can teach them all how to do this properly.”

Riza is concerned that she’s said too much, but Olivier doesn’t acknowledge it. “Then the task is yours and yours alone, Second Lieutenant. Don’t let me down.”

Riza salutes once again, and goes through the day feeling prouder of herself than she thinks she ever has before.

Over the years, Riza slowly works her way up the ranks in Briggs. As she teaches more and more incoming soldiers and those who need improvement to shoot, Olivier begins to see how her decision had been an intelligent one. Her soldiers are a more formidable force than before, and many of them develop near-perfect aim due to their training with Riza, and because of it suppress Drachman forces and potential spies. Riza soon becomes a trusted soldier until her command – she reports to her the progress each new batch of fresh-faced privates are making, so Olivier can know which ones are most likely to be used as snipers and which ones she shouldn’t put too much stock in. Beyond that, Olivier begins asking her for advice. She often uses Riza as a tiebreaker between Buccaneer and Miles, and values her opinion as much as the two men’s. Being one of the only women in Briggs has probably brought them closer as well, and Olivier respects her because they have both dealt with some kind of doubt of their abilities from male commanding officers, and because Riza herself is headstrong and opinionated. Due to the mostly male presence, Riza has adapted and has had to become more fierce than she would have been in any other circumstance.

Riza Hawkeye grows to demand respect from the burly and hefty men by not taking anyone’s shit. She comes to be regarded as the Sentinel of Briggs, watching over the mountains and the Ice Queen.

*

The first time Riza goes to the North versus East training exercises in the East, she runs into Roy Mustang for the first time since the war.

It was no secret that Olivier hated his guts. If she ever overheard his name by one of her men, Riza could easily see the disdain in her face, so she keeps it to herself that she’s known the man in a more personal way for years. She hadn’t spoken to him since Ishval, and he hardly ever crossed her thoughts because she had more important things to worry about than him. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that he would be at the exercise, because he hadn’t appeared at the other ones that had been held up North.

“Long time no see, huh?”

Riza turns where she had been standing under her tent, towards the voice that was to the right of her. Olivier had left to speak to another general, as she had just made Major General. He was there, with an entertained smile on his face, but it was still friendly and familiar. She doesn’t rush to hug him or greet him with a surprised, high-pitched voice. Instead, she keeps a straight face but steadies her eyes on him. “Hello, Colonel. Fancy seeing you here.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asks, probably glad that she is taking a sarcastic turn in the conversation.

“Well, considering you never showed up at the training exercises in the North, I’m almost surprised to see you here,’ Riza responds, not looking at him anymore but instead at the mass of soldiers arranged on the field.

“I’ve always hated snow,” Roy says, waving a non-committal hand in the air. “It was nothing against Briggs. Just personal preference, and I was never required to go.”

“That’s right. I had almost forgotten that you’re useless around any sort of water. I guess that includes snow, hm?” Riza teases, and looks over at him again just to see the way he flounders at her comment. This time it’s him who looks away, and Riza notices how he looks like a petulant child.

“That’s a low jab.”

“You made it too easy. How could I not?”

She expects Roy to still be frowning, but she sees that he doesn’t let it get to him too much – it’s good to see that he still has a sense of humor. “It must be a shock for you to be in the East. Are you still thawing out?”

It’s Riza’s turn to be slightly offended at the other’s comment. “I’m afraid so. It’s ungodly hot here.”

“Maybe I could be of some assistance,” Roy suggests, and at this Riza has to roll her eyes.

“It’s better to let things naturally thaw than to heat them up. You never were good at cooking, were you?” she asks, and while it’s not her best comeback it makes him chuckle.

“It’s good to see that you haven’t lost any of your wittiness while stuck up North.”

“You learn to use humor to get through the blizzards and invasions.”

Before he can reply, his commanding officer calls on him from afar, and Roy exhales and glances back at her before leaving. “I hope I’ll see you again soon,” Roy tells her, and she nods, saluting him before he goes – he is, after all, still a superior officer.

“I have a feeling we will, Sir.”

Olivier had noticed, while stuck in a boring conversation with another General, how Riza and Roy had seemed friendly already. She has an thought, but has to see if it would even work. “Is there something you need to tell me, Lieutenant?”

Riza doesn’t glance down at her from where Olivier’s sitting, and where she is standing behind her chair. “I don’t know what you mean, Sir.”

“Are you and Mustang friends?”

Riza pauses, weighing her options of what to say to give Olivier the right answer. “We are on friendly terms, yes.”

“I have an idea for you.”

After finding out that she already knew Roy, Olivier deems Riza to be her liaison of sorts in the East. She figured that it would be better for relations between the North and East if the high-ranking soldiers got along, and while she doesn’t mind knocking the Colonel down a few pegs, Olivier can only handle him in small amounts. She is bestowing even more trust onto Riza, who now has the responsibility to correspond between the two of them and tell Olivier everything spoken about that is important to her. Besides, Olivier would rather focus her time in Briggs than with the spineless men in the East.

Riza begins to look forward to her trips to the East. She doesn’t go very often, but she goes for when they request someone come from the North (they’d given up coaxing Olivier to come down for anything except reports on Drachma after an attempted invasion) to attend any sort of meeting they required her to come to. It’s a nice reprieve from the wintry air and snowy mountains of the North, almost like a small vacation. Even if she isn’t there just to see Roy, he always finds a way to conveniently run into her at headquarters.

“Does the General not like me anymore?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “I’m hurt.”

“She doesn’t really care if you’re hurt, so don’t worry too much about it,” Riza says, walking down the steps of Eastern Command at sundown, after a long day of meetings. He’s behind her and she decides to stop, turning and letting him catch up while tugging on his coat. She has her own on, with the small notepad she had written notes on in the meeting, knowing that she would remember what was said once she looked at her shorthand. “Where are you headed?”

“Out to dinner. I didn’t get to take my lunch break today, so I’m starving,” he answers, tucking his hands into his pants pockets and keeping up her pace.

“Oh, poor thing,” she teases, and he rolls his eyes but grins along with her.

“And what are your plans tonight?”

“Nothing special. I’m probably just going to order room service at the hotel.”

“How about you let me take you out for dinner?” he asks, giving her a broad and wide smile that she knows he uses to charm other girls, girls who have no idea that he’s not as charming as he lets on. “I know some good places here, that are inexpensive but good.”

“You’d take me somewhere cheap on a first date? How very unchivalrous.” Riza has her lips set in a flat line, but he can see the smirk that wants to uncurl on her lips. “I thought better of you, Colonel Mustang.”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to spend too much on you, Major Hawkeye,” he responds with the same air of sarcasm that she’s delivering to him. “Either way, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’ve just recruited a State Alchemist into the military,” he starts, and her brows raise with surprise, no silly comeback in them, but instead she’s impressed. “I wanted to ask…if him and his brother ever end up in the North, will you make sure that they feel welcome there? I know General Armstrong won’t care much either way, and her two men are just as fierce as her, but I know you would make them feel not as scared as they would otherwise.”

“Why are you so worried about them feeling comfortable?” Riza asks, genuinely curious. “They’re adults, aren’t they?” Roy doesn’t respond for a moment, and even looks away like he can’t give her a straight answer. Riza’s brows furrow, and she watches him carefully. “What? You didn’t go and recruit a kid, did you?”

“As a matter of fact…”

Her eyes widen, and she stops walking, positively taken aback. “You didn’t. No, Colonel, even you aren’t that reckless.”

“He wanted to join –”

“How old is he?”

“Twelve. But, Riza, they told me he was in his thirties.”

Riza lets out a huff of disbelief, absolutely shocked at what he’s just told her. “But you still recruited him?”

“It’s a long story. Just – I’ll tell you all about it. If there wasn’t a serious reason, I wouldn’t have done it.” Roy is trying to cover his hide, and eventually Riza has to relax and come up with some way for him to tell her.

“Tell me about it over dinner,” she says, and for a moment Roy has to let it process. When Riza sees the smile start to grow on his face, she has to keep him from thinking it’s more than she’s implying. “It’s not a date. It’s just two colleagues going to talk business together.”

“Of course,” Roy nods, and she actually lets a small smile emerge because of the lopsided one he gives her in response to her stern orders. “Let me lead the way.”

*

Riza meets the Elrics when Buccaneer comes to the fort with a small boy and suit of armor in tow. She’s standing with Olivier and Miles, watching over them as they introduce themselves to Olivier and fail at making a good first impression. Riza almost wants to call down to them to apologize, but she stays silent, knowing that it’s best if she lets Olivier handle them for now – that is, until Ed yells up to her.

“Uh, ma’am? Are you Major Hawkeye?”

Nearly everyone who is there turns to face her, and despite herself her eyes widen in shock ever so slightly, and after a second she composes herself. “Yes. How do you know me?”

“Colonel Mustang told us to ask for you. Although, it might not mean anything if you don’t trust other’s recommendations, too.”

Riza wants to smile down at him, at his earnest words, but she forces herself to stay serious. “He told me to be on the lookout for you if you ever appeared. I’ve heard a lot about you.” When Ed and Al get hopeful, she adds on, “Mainly that you two can be nuisances,” and they deflate immediately.

She finds them again later on that night, outside working with pickaxes to break down icicles. Al is having an easier go with it than Ed is, who is too short to even reach the icicle with his pickaxe. Riza’s faces soften, and she speaks up from behind to warn them of her presence. “Need a lift?”

Ed barely has time to turn before Riza wraps her strong arms around his torso to pick him up, lifting him to be able to reach the icicles. Al watches and next to her, she hears a “Wow!” as Ed knocks down a piece of ice. “Major Hawkeye, how can you pick him up so easily?”

“Out here in Briggs, you’re trained to pick up things heavier than yourself, like cannons or bears,” she answers, looking over at Al as she steps to the side so Ed can work on the next icicle. “Luckily, Ed is probably half my size, so he feels light as a feather.” At this, Ed yells out a “Hey!”, and she laughs lightly to herself as she puts him back down on the ground while he gripes about not being short.

“Did the Colonel tell you we were coming?” Ed asks, after gathering himself on the ground.

“Nope. It’s a surprise to me.” Riza crosses her arms, and gives them both a kind smile. “He did ask me before, however, to be nice to you two.”

“After how the General treated us, I doubt anyone can be friendly here,” Ed grumbles.

“We’re a lot like you, Edward. We have to keep our guards up at all times,” Riza says, and she isn’t mocking him, but she’s coming from a maternal point of view. “The General takes everyone at face value, because she can’t be risky enough to trust someone based on what someone else thinks of them. She has to make her own judgment. She did it with me, and she’ll do it to you.”

“She was that harsh with you?” Al asks, and Riza nods.

“Even if my situation was different, she still had to make her own decision about how she felt about me. You have to earn respect here. So try to be respectful,” she says, and points the statement at Ed, who actually looks surprised but still nods.

“You know, we’ve heard so much about you, but you’re so…nice,” Al says, and even if he’s in a suit of armor, Riza finds him charming in a boyish kind of way. “We’re definitely thankful for you, Major.”
“I figured you needed someone on your side here from the beginning. You are both just kids, after all, even though you’ve had to grow up before you should have.”

“Yeah, well,” Ed starts, rubbing the back of his head, “You get used to it.”

“I know. I had to deal with the same thing,” she says, and before they can ask what she means, she changes the subject. “Anyways, the General may not take the word of others, but I can. The Colonel is a trustworthy man.”

“I can understand Al, but I don’t know why he put in a good word for me. He can’t stand me, and the feeling’s mutual,” Ed says, and Riza actually laughs, a warm and clear sound.

“Maybe you and the General will get along, then.”

*

Riza decides to go to Central on her own just before Olivier is summoned there herself, after the Elrics came to the fort and revealed the transmutation circle made by these Homunculi. She talks to Olivier about it beforehand, making sure has her blessing.

“You have the entire force of Briggs, but Falman has told me that Mustang has some kind of plan up his sleeve. He only has a haphazardly arranged group of soldiers willing to help orchestrate a coup, and can use all the help he can get.”

Olivier doesn’t answer at first, clearly thinking it over. “He could stand to have some help from the Hawk’s Eye.” She nods in agreement, clearly done thinking it over. “If he asks, tell him it’s not because I’m feeling friendly. If his plan doesn’t work, then this country could be taken down with him.”

This was how Riza ends up at his office door shortly after the work day, and knocks lightly. After hearing him tell her to come in, she enters, finding him staring out the window, deep in thought. She salutes him. “With the situation you’re in, you probably shouldn’t keep your back to the door, sir.”

Roy turns, and he has surprise written on his face when he sees her standing in front of him. “Major Hawkeye. What brings you here?”

“The Elrics came to Briggs. They told us everything they knew. I decided you needed me more than the Briggs men do, because you don’t have an entire army backing you up.” She pauses, trying not to be too bold or brag too much. “I figured you could use my help.”

Roy considers her suggestion for a moment, and eventually gives her an easy smile. “It would help to have a sniper on our side.”

Riza had been trained to be able to fight bears, survive cold and seemingly unending winters, but the Promised Day was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had known it would be tough, but she hadn’t expected everything they fought to be impervious to bullets, leaving her basically defenseless outside of her fighting skills. During the day, she had forgotten the sheer power of flame alchemy, and alchemy in general, and had to keep herself from staring so she wouldn’t get left behind during the coup.

She had to help talk Roy down from going completely off the deep end while fighting Envy, not being kind with him at all, and even had her throat slit, used as a bargaining piece to get Roy to commit human transmutation, because they knew there was more than just an acquaintanceship between them; and when he wouldn’t, even after she was saved by a small Xingese girl, they forced him to do it.

Riza had thought he was completely done for until she hears the ground quaking and a couple of people on a stone hand, one of them an unfamiliar woman but the other is Roy, who she had thought had disappeared after being pinned down by the Fuhrer moments before. She rushes to help him off the hand, and realizes that he stumbles because his eyes are closed – it doesn’t take her long to realize he’s been blinded. “Sir, you need to stay back. You’re in no condition to fight –”

“I have to. They need me to.”

“You’re blind!”

“And you’re not,” he says, and finally opens his eyes, now grey and nearly empty. Riza understands, and she nods – even if he can’t see it, she knows he can sense it. “Your idea to help us was a good one after all.”

Riza helps guide his flames when they make it to the surface, and while she’s been trained to push through any kind of hardship, especially to say no to death, but after the Father is killed and the Elrics get their bodies back, it’s all she can do to not faint from her blood loss. She knows Roy couldn’t catch her if she fell, and there’s no one very close, so she has to wait until they get to an ambulance to relax and close her eyes, shrugging off her bloodied jacket and remind herself that she’s still alive.

All the Briggs soldiers who are there visit her in her private hospital room, before they leave to go back North. She isn’t able to leave right away, so per the doctor’s orders, she stays in Central until she heals. She tells them what happened to her neck, and they all listen to her story with a sort of awe. Vato Falman is the one who tells her, with a heavy heart, that Buccaneer was killed in action. Riza closes her eyes, bowing her head slightly with respect, but Riza has to ask – “How did he die?”

“Honorably,” Falman answers, and he seems sincere. “He wouldn’t have let himself die just any old death.”

“That’s the Briggs Way,” Riza finishes for him. “You either die honorably or defy death.”

“That it is,” Falman agrees, and after a short conversation he leaves her to let her rest. Riza is left deep in thought – now, more than ever, Briggs would need her, and she won’t admit it outright, but Olivier will need her, too.

She leaves earlier than she should. She can’t stand being stuck in a hospital while the men up North have already gone back to work. She drops by both Roy and Al’s rooms, wishing them well before leaving (it was still jarring to see Al as a young man, and to look at Roy and see grey eyes, even if they would be healed), going back to the atmosphere she was comfortable with, feeling satisfied knowing that she helped save the country she always strove to protect when it mattered the most.

Riza stays for a while in Briggs afterwards, but she sees her time at Briggs come to an end when the new Fuhrer, Grumman, requests that she work under him as his personal bodyguard. In fact, he comes to Briggs himself to talk it over with Olivier, and to meet Riza.

She realizes why he asks her to be his bodyguard when he asks who her father is. “Berthold, wasn’t it?”

“How do you know him?”

“My daughter was married to him. Victoria Grumman.”

Riza’s eyes widen, positively shocked. She hadn’t remembered her mother’s maiden name, but she remembered her first name. She remembers hearing her and her father argue about Riza’s grandfather, with Berthold not wanting anything to do with the man. Riza gives Grumman a closer look, and if she looks deep enough she can see the barest trace of a resemblance to her mother, but she always assumed her mother looked like her own. “How should I believe you?”

“She sent me just one letter about her daughter, who she named Riza, and who she wished could meet me. I didn’t think telling you at a training exercise would be appropriate, and neither was telling Mustang, who I knew knew you, but after the Promised Day I’ve realized that you should be my personal bodyguard. I feel I can trust you to watch my back.”

Riza asks him to let her think it over. She can’t sleep that night. Leaving Briggs would be bittersweet – it was where she made her career, where she grew close to so many other brave souls like herself, where she grew as a person and soldier. She felt at home here, but something was telling her that she can’t possibly turn down a job offer from the Fuhrer himself.

It’s Olivier who helps her make her decision. She walks with her to the meeting room where Grumman was waiting, and on the way, says, “You have done more than enough here. It will be a shame to lose you here, but your expertise is needed elsewhere. Don’t let any of us hold you back.”

That is enough for Riza to know what she needs to do.

She leaves the next day with Grumman, and while she expected to leave without much fanfare, it seems most of the Briggs crew, if not all of them, stopped what they were doing to watch her leave. Olivier and Miles stand above all of them, their faces still stone cold and their posture statuesque, but Riza knows it’s as bittersweet for them as it is for her. There are too many memories here, too many good people that she’s leaving behind.

But, as she waves goodbye to them all, they all salute her, and when she slips into the car she has to cover her mouth to stop from crying before Grumman comes in after her. She may be leaving for Central, but Riza was still a Briggs soldier.

Riza was starting a new part of her life, but she would still be the Sentinel of Briggs through and through.

An Ordinary Day

“Okay we gotta make this quick” Joe rushed as he pushed Taylor’s body against the door to slam it shut and began leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over her. Taylor’s heavy moans kept his pace speeding as his hands roamed around the buttons on her top which he began to undo as fast as possible.

“Patrick will be home in not too long so-” he ripped Taylor’s shirt off of her, placing his hands on her waist as he left a trail of kisses down her body. Taylor pulled him up slightly as he quickly removed his top, whilst Taylor unstrapped his belt.

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Fic: What Seas What Shores (Pike Trickfoot | T | 2600 words)

[AO3 | FFN]

Pike, aboard Broken Howl.

What Seas What Shores

Quis hic locus, quae region, quae mundi plaga?

Pike Trickfoot once died in a dark room, too far down to see the sky. Some part of her, she thinks, has never forgotten.


It’s quiet on the deck of Broken Howl, which really just means she’s getting used to the sound so it doesn’t seem quite so loud: the creaking of wood, the flapping of sails, and above it all the whistle of the keen wind that sprays salt and cold in her face, that knots her newly white hair into a hopeless tangle, that steals her breath and steals her words and carries them back and back and back.

She squints up at the stars, but they’re half-concealed by a faint dusting of cloud; the crew assures her it’ll mean days of stormy weather ahead, and she’s trying, really she is, to maybe not look quite so excited at that prospect. She knows that the sky and the sea both stretch to a comfortable vastness in a storm, impossibly far removed from cramped chambers where the heavy stench of blood once hung in the air.

Rolling her shoulders against a barrage of unfamiliar aches and pains, she starts her nightly stroll fore and aft, fore and aft, a little self-conscious about her imperfect imitation of a sailor’s rolling gait, a little self-conscious about how long it takes her, how silly she feels to be walking without purpose. The crew keep any snide remarks to themselves, or look at her fondly as she passes, which is even more embarrassing. Pike continues her walk, fore and aft, fore and aft, until she’s starting to breathe a little heavy, until she counts each breath, each heartbeat. Wonders how many breaths she lost that night, how many heartbeats. Wonders how many she gained.

It’s tight quarters on Broken Howl, and she knows at least some of the crew’s noticed her scar: wicked and puckered and by no possibility survivable, livid against her midsection and stretching, greedily, all the way around to her spine. She knows because an older elven deckhand, with hair the color of night and skin weathered like old ashes, once tugged down their own tunic to reveal a deep sunburst scar across their throat and chest, then drew her near and kissed her on the forehead and said nothing for a very long time while Pike murmured how sorry she was that this happened to them, that it looked like it hurt so bad, that it must have been so scary. The elf said, finally, “We are all alive here,” and Pike smiled uncertainly and said goodnight and lay awake staring at the overhead, picturing the sky above.

And as she lay awake that night and stared, the thought became a mantra, if not yet a certainty. We are all alive here.

And now Pike breathes, and counts her heartbeats, and paces.

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU with Midorima. Could you make it sad and angsty in the beginning but with a happy end? (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

aaaah this request took me like 4 days of writing, deleting, writing and deleting again until i finally wrote something i actually liked and thought was worth posting! i seriously almost gave up on this but luckily my determined and perfectionist ass would never let me forgive myself if i did that (*´∀`)

thanks for requesting love! i hope you like it!


He was walking on his usual way, in a hurry as always when it happened.

He remembered, he had bumped into a stranger, it was quick but your shoulders, they had touched.

That’s the only thing that could explain the symbol that was engraved on his shoulder right now, it looked like a flower. A very beautiful flower. He must’ve finally bumped into his soulmate, you.

He hadn’t thought much of it when it happened, the both of you had apologized hurriedly and moved on onto your way. To wherever you were headed and to where he was headed, home.

It was only when he got back home and changed his clothes that he saw the outline of a strange symbol on his body that wasn’t there before. He quickly turned around and went to get a closer look on the mirror, that was when he saw it clearly.

The tattoo had engraved on his shoulder, meaning he had touched his soulmate earlier today. The only reason he is sure it was you, the stranger who he’d bumped into, was because you were the last person he had touched that day, and on that exact spot, his shoulder.

He was on his way home, he didn’t meet anyone after that nor touch anyone but headed straight home.

It must be you. He needs to find you, right now.

Since he’ve noticed his by now, he is hoping you’ve noticed yours too. Not having any better idea on how to find you nor contact you since you were only a stranger to him an hour ago and not his soulmate, the only thought to cross his mind was to run to the place that the two of you bumped at earlier.

It wasn’t too far from where he lived. If he ran he could reach it in only 10 minutes. Putting a shirt on, he left his house and started making his way to the place.

It was near by the train’s station. It was on a wide sidewalk that had a few stores on. Even though it wasn’t that crowded at that time, he wasn’t paying attention and was distracted by his phone, that was how he ended up bumping into you.

Although right now, for the first time, he felt lucky and thankful for not paying attention for once in his life. If he was, he wouldn’t have saw his soulmate, he wouldn’t have met you.

Sheepishly smiling, he ran as fast his legs could take him. Again, he felt lucky for being 195 cm tall and having long legs.

He finally reached the place, but it was empty? No one was there. The cars on the other side of the road seemed to all have stopped? Like there was a traffic or some kind of commotion ahead.

He was just about to sigh, when he saw a person running towards the store behind him. He watched them as they ran hurriedly, looking distressed. They ran inside and closed the door behind them but he heard what they had said right before the door completely shut.

“I called 911! She looked really bad. The car must’ve stopped when it was too late.” he heard the person yell right before they had shut the door.

Suddenly feeling a discomforting prick in the pit of his stomach, he started walking to the place that the person earlier came running from.

As he walked and more people came into view, he finally realized why the sidewalk was empty and all the cars seemed to have stopped. Everyone was circled around a person.

He could see the people in the circle looking distraught and some even screaming for help. Someone seemed to have gotten hurt, in a car accident.

Being the doctor he is, he momentarily forgot why he was even here and ran for aid.

The smell, that was a smell he very often smelled when on shift at the hospital. It was a metallic odor, blood. He could clearly and unmistakably smell it as he went nearer.

“Move!” he yelled and motioned the people that were blocking his path to let him pass through.

There was a person lying flat on the ground, with her hair covering half of her face and her outfit messily covered in red. She seemed to have a very hard time breathing as if the blood was lunging painfully up her neck.

It was you.

The discomforting prick that was once in the pit of his stomach was now running through all of his body as he watched you suffer in pain on the ground after being hit with a moving car.

It was only a few minutes ago that he was picturing how the two of you would meet, the look on your face, the things you’ll talk about, and the future you’ll have together.

But right now, it seems like a future for you wasn’t even guaranteed let alone a future with the both of you in it.

He bent down, and removed the hair that was covering your face. Revealing your pale face that was running out of color by the minute.

You were trembling with every breath you took.

He held your bloody hand and asked you to squeeze his. Nodding, you squeezed it.

“Harder.” he said, but you couldn’t.  

Unsettledness described all his thoughts right now, but he refused to let it show on his face. Not when you need someone right now to be by your side, not when you need him the most.

“I…I-” you were struggling to say something. It was too hard to talk right now, not when you could barely let out a breath let alone a sentence.

But you needed to say this.

“I..-I…I don’t- wanna die.” you choked.

Tears streamed down your face. Wether they were tears of pain, sadness, fear, or all of them at once, you couldn’t actually cry. It hurt too much to cry so only tears silently ran down your face.

Making a fist in his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with holding yours, he squeezed very hard, digging his fingernails into the palm of his skin. He can’t let you die. He can’t lose you.

He can’t.

At last, he heard the ambulance arrive. “Just a little longer, you’re doing great.” he manages to say as he gives you the best reassuring smile he could afford to give right now.

After a dreadful ride to the hospital, the two of you had finally arrived.

“Midorima-san?!” one of his colleagues blurted in bewilderment as they saw him walk in with his hand in yours, not letting go even with you on the gurney.

Luckily the nearest hospital was the one he worked at so it was only natural you would end up here. Not to mention that he was known to be one of the top skilled surgeons.

He was going to be the one who saves you.

He knows it is probably best to let someone else handle it since it might be emotional for him, but being a doctor and saving peoples lives, not knowing wether they’ll make it or not, wether your hard work and attempt at giving them another shot at life will pay off or not, meant throwing your emotions away and not letting it get in the way.

Five days later,

You were still not awake.

The surgery was a success, he did well. It was hard, but he did it. You were alive, but you weren’t awake yet.

Why? When?

He asked himself those two questions during those five days as he patiently waited for you to open your eyes. He would keep watch outside your room whenever he got the chance and hope for you to finally wake up.

This time, he decided to walk in and sit down on the couch beside you. He watched you, you looked weak and frail. That’s to be expected from someone who’ve just undergone what you had, but still, it hurt him a little seeing you this way.

He closed his eyes and rested his head back, exhaling.

“Ugh…. Mhmm.” a groan was heard, yours.

His eyes snapped open and his head was facing you once again.

“Can you hear me?” he asked.

Your eyes slowly opened and you tried to sit up but he was quick to gently stop you and put you back to lay down. “Too soon.” he said.

“Who…Who am I? Where am I? What happened? Wh..Wh- Who are you?” you puzzled, face looking confused and lost. As if you hadn’t had the slightest recollection of anything that has happened.

His heart started beating fast.

This was the worst case scenario. His worst fear. Losing your memory was one of the possibilities but he wished everything but that. Anything but for you to lose who you once were and not know anything. He couldn’t say anything. He just stared wide eyed.

Horror was written all over his face, not being able to hide his feelings this time.

He was just about to turn around, leave the room and find somewhere where he can be alone for a while. Comprehend all of this, try to cope with the horrifying fact he’ll have to face, deal with and accept.

But he heard another sound. Your giggle. It was the first time he’ve ever heard you giggle, but he already thinks it’s one of the cutest he’ve ever heard and wouldn’t mind hearing again.

“I’m sorry. I had to. This might be the only chance I ever get to do this.” you laughed while covering your mouth with your hand.

His horror was replaced with a huge relief and a hint of annoyance. “This was the only chance. You won’t get hurt again. Not when you have me now.” he smiled, even though he was screaming on the inside because you almost scared the actual life out of him.

You weren’t expecting him to say such a heartwarming thing so you blushed a little and it seems like he caught it because he was blushing as well.

“I was on my way to see you, you know. The minute I saw the symbol on my shoulder, I knew it was you. I haven’t met anyone nor came in contact with anyone but you that day. I think I just got a little too excited running because I didn’t notice the car was heading in a fast speed.” you scratched the back of your head, feeling embarrassed and a little scared remembering everything you’ve felt and been through after it hit you.

He seemed to had caught on so he tried to distract you with something else to think about for now. “I got a flower. Do you know what it means?” he asked, remembering what the tattoo engraved on his shoulder looked like.

A grin escaped your lips and you looked him in the eye. “I’m a florist. I’ve always loved flowers. What kind of flower is it?” you asked.

“A rose.” he said.

“Ah, my favorite.” you beamed.

The two of you did nothing but smile at each other until you remembered.

“Oh! Do you know who operated on me? I’d like to thank them.” you said.

He chuckled, and averted his eyes from your gaze.

You were quick to read body language and understand.

“You…. I guess this makes more sense now.” you revealed your shoulder.

He saw the wings engraved.

“You saved me. Like an angel would.”

For @aniscribbles beautiful, angsty AU

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Since Allura told them that, with enough training, their Lions could create their own Teludavs, the whole team knew what Lance was going to do.

At first, it was weird to see him training so hard in the Bonding exercises with his Lion. He even stayed up late and woke up earlier than Shiro. It took a tool on him, yes, it did, and he couldn’t hide it. But after a few weeks, his body probably got used to it and he stopped feeling as tired as before.

When he noticed this, Lance thought he was ready for the next step: challenging his Lion and himself with near death experiences. He had to trust his Lion and, at the same time, his Lion had to trust him. During these times, he had gotten better at piloting in the middle of complex battlefields, getting to a point where he managed to evade a hundred Galra ships and take down the biggest battleship in front of him without a scratch on his Blue.

By the other hand, he became the only one who talked with his Lion in random places. He could have been eating or taking a shower with the others, and he would suddenly look somewhere else and talk to the air. Though it wasn’t the air, it was Blue. She asked so many things about Lance and his human habits, and Lance liked so much to answer these questions, that they just talked whenever and wherever they pleased. Allura was delighted to see this, because it meant a super strong connection, to the point where he was really close to creating his portals. Close, but still not there yet.

One day, Lance and Keith had an argument. But not any argument, it escalated quickly into a full out fight. Keith threw the first punch, but to his surprise, Lance dodged and counter attacked with equal strenght. Anger took over, and the Red and Blue Paladins engaged in a fist fight. Hunk and Shiro had to restrain them to keep the teenager from seriously hurting each other. It was Corann the one who came bursting into the room to inform Allura and the Paladins about the havoc the Blue Lion was making. She attacked Red without hesitation, and the Red Lion couldn’t defend itself properly due to the lack of connection with Keith. Lance was the only one who managed to calm her down, Allura couldn’t do it, which surprised the team (with the exception of Lance).

It didn’t take Lance and Blue more than a few days to make the great decision of trying to make the Teludav. The destination was clear: the Earth was waiting for them. Blue and her Paladin shared the same amount of excitement, unable to contain it inside. Right when they were about to leave, the Black Lion got in their way. Shiro had come to stop Lance from being so reckless; wasn’t it selfish to go back home completely alone? His voice held a tone of seriousness, compassion and… Was that fear? Go figure, his team leader had to go exclusively to stop him from “making a big mistake”. Wait a minute, why didn’t his friends come? Where was Hunk? Pidge? Keith? Did they just dare to send Shiro to persuade him to go back because they all were too afraid to do it themselves? The little voice in the back of his mind telling him to turn around dissipated with that critical thought. Without hesitation, Blue went full speed ahead, leaving Black biting the dust, and it took only a flash of light for Lance to realize that “yes, YES, WE DID IT, BLUE, WE DID IT!”

“We’re almost there, Blue… Finally…home…!”

❇❇❇

Shiro came sprinting back into the castle, telling the others that Lance had ignored him and that they had to go get him before anything bad could happen. Allura and Corann were preparing the castle for the jump, calculating the closest galaxy to the Solar Sistem. Pidge chirped with her own information, “look for the Milky Way!”, but the Alteans didn’t have ANY information nor records of a Milky Way. With Hunk’s help, they finally found a place to jump safely.

The moment they were about to do it, Allura collapsed. Everyone ran to her side, clearly alarmed by her sudden weakening, and through tear filled eyes and a fearful voice, she told them the one thing they didn’t want to hear.

“The Blue Lion… It’s on a rampage. Lance… Lance lost himself in his grief…! He’s gone insane!”

While Corann helped his princess to recover her strenght, the team was attempting to process the information. Hunk panicked and began hyperventilating, Pidge let one tear roll down her cheek and then ran to calm Hunk down, Shiro shut his eyes and denied the inevitable, and Keith… He stopped thinking, he just stood there, his Bayard on his hand. In a sudden burst of fury, the sword manifested itself and he cut down the nearest panel.

They had failed to stop their friend from going insane, from falling into an endless void of madness. They had failed Lance.

Fluff Month Day 17 - "AU"

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I’ve been wanting to do a dance AU forever omg

I didn’t really know what songs were playing, but the last one is Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran because I love that song.
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Marinette smiled to herself as she wandered the halls at her dance school. Her headphones were plugged into her ears, her jacket was hanging loosely from her shoulders, she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hand, and she was on cloud nine.

It was the Friday before Christmas break, which meant school that day had been significantly shorter. It also meant that Marinette had relatively no homework to do, and she was free to go pretty much wherever she wanted on a Friday night when she would normally be doing homework. So naturally, she had chosen to go to her second favorite place, besides her bakery: dance class. Except since it was so late on the Friday before break, there were no classes going on.

Marinette hadn’t realized that the school probably shouldn’t have been open until she was already inside and walking around. She had brushed it off, though, deciding that someone probably just had a private somewhere in the building. She had set off a few minutes ago to go find where it was being held, but she hadn’t found anyone yet. In fact, the only sign of anyone besides Marinette being there at all was the large duffle bag sitting on one of the benches in the lobby.

Marinette swayed side to side with her music, closing her eyes for a moment so she could really feel out the music. She spun once, hopped out of it, and chasséd down the rest of the hallway before coming to the stairs that led to the second story.

She was halfway up the stairs when she heard it.

Music. Coming from upstairs.

Marinette ripped her earbuds out, pausing her playlist and shoving her phone into her dance bag as she took the stairs two at a time all the way up. She entered the upstairs lobby, peering around in the near dark until she spotted a light coming from the far corner studio’s window. She walked over to it, taking a sip of her hot chocolate as she cautiously peered through the window into the studio, and nearly choked.

Adrien Agreste, son of famous fashion designer and company owner Gabriel Agreste, was inside. He was wearing his normal sneakers and striped shirt, but instead of jeans he wore sweatpants and instead of his signature white jacket he wore a dark red jacket tied around his waist. He spun once, before jumping to his right and body rolling out of it. The music he was dancing to pumped out loudly, drowning out Marinette as she practically screeched into her hot chocolate. She didn’t know Adrien could dance!

And he was good at it too, Marinette noted as she continued to watch Adrien through the window. His body moved easily in time with the music, hitting all the beats with different steps and movements. His hair flew back and forth in front of his face, for the first time looking messy and unkempt. So…NOT Adrien. But it was kinda cute, and as Adrien turned towards the window Marinette found herself thinking that his hair actually looked a lot like Chat Noir’s did and…

Marinette’s eyes widened as Adrien stopped dancing, staring at her through the window. Dammit. She had forgotten that the second floor two way mirrors were being replaced.

Marinette waved awkwardly, walking to the studio door and opening it to let herself inside as Adrien rushed to turn off the music. His face was bright red, but whether it was from embarrassment or just all the dancing he had been doing, Marinette wasn’t sure.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I was just here to get in some practice, but no one was here, so I came upstairs and saw the light on and…yeah.”

Marinette fidgeted with her bag as Adrien finally got the music to pause. He turned and stared at her for a minute, before smiling and relaxing his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding on anything. I just wasn’t expecting anyone is all,” Adrien explained, running a hand through his hair. It was noticeably sweat soaked, and Marinette had to avert her eyes from Adrien’s now very exposed arm muscles. She didn’t think she had ever seen him without a jacket.

“Oh, um, that’s…good. I-I’ll just be going then…”

“Oh! Um, actually Marinette, you take ballroom classes, right?” Adrien asked quickly before Marinette could leave. She froze in place before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, why?”

Adrien sighed and untied the jacket from his waist, tossing it over to the one way mirror against the wall.

“My dad’s hosting this dinner…party…THING, and apparently there’s going to be dancing there. I’m supposed to dance, but I’ve only taken a few ballroom lessons, and I haven’t spoken to my dad about it yet because I uh…well I just don’t particularity want MORE after school activities,” Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I was kind of hoping you could help me, because I thought I heard you mention a few days ago that you took ballroom classes. I would have asked you earlier today at school, but you kind of zoomed out of class…”

Marinette winced. She had definitely been in a hurry to get home after her last class that day, but only because she was excited to be here, at dance again.

“Ahaha…yep. Uh, I’d love to help you, though, definitely!” Marinette stuttered out, her voice rising in pitch. She shut her mouth embarrassedly, and looked down at the marley dance floor beneath her feet.

“Really? That’s great! Thank you so much!” Adrien said, his face lighting up. Marinette blushed, but gave him a small smile as he walked over to her and took her hand.

He led her over to the speakers, turning down the volume on them before turning his phone back on and scrolling through his playlists until he found the right one.

“Aha, found it. I don’t know if you have any song preferences, but I personally love these for stuff like this.”

Marinette grinned as she looked over Adrien’s playlist. The songs he had were mostly sappy, old fashioned love songs from way back when. They looked like the kind of songs Chat would like, she thought with amusement.

“You really haven’t taken many ballroom classes, have you?” She teased him. “You know, not all ballroom dances have to be waltzes. Whenever I go to competitions for this stuff, it’s usually pretty upbeat. Tangoes, Salsas, there’s a ton.”

Marinette ticked these off on her fingers as Adrien put down his phone and crossed his arms. Shoot, had she offended him?

“Okay, what do you suggest then?” Adrien asked, turning to face her.

Marinette expected him to wear a sarcastic grin on his face, but Adrien appeared completely serious, with only a polite smile visible on his face. She suddenly realized how close the two were standing. She had to look up to see his face, since he was nearly a full head taller than her, but from the way he blushed and took a small step back, he had noticed the closeness as well. And didn’t like it, Marinette thought with dismay.

She shrugged it off as she turned back to Adrien’s phone and unplugged it, taking her own phone out of her bag instead and plugging it into the speaker. She tapped on a random song, not too upbeat but not purely classical like Adrien’s music had been. Then she dropped her dance bag next to the mirror and turned around.

When Marinette danced, she always found herself acting more like Ladybug than Marinette. Her confidence came naturally with the music, and so she walked over to where Adrien was standing in the middle of the studio with her signature Ladybug smirk on her face.

“Okay, first…you can start however you want pretty much…but usually it’s in the typical waltz position,” Marinette explained, guiding one of Adrien’s hands to her waist, and the other to her own hand.

He nodded nervously, and Marinette straightened herself up to her full height.

“You’re a good dancer; just follow me and you’ll be fine,” she said, giving him a shy smile before starting to move with the music.

She was almost surprised by how easily Adrien followed her movements, giving her space to dance while still maintaining the original closeness, that is, until he spun her outwards. She giggled as the room spun around her before Adrien pulled her back in and they continued dancing.

“Let’s try a circle,” Marinette suggested.

Adrien nodded and Marinette grinned, pulling Adrien around in a half circle before they started moving towards a corner of the room. The song changed as they finished their first circle, Adrien grinning as Marinette laughed out loud.

“I hope you like Ed Sheeran,” she chuckled, Adrien smiled back.

He spun her around quickly, catching her right on the beat before spinning her the opposite direction and catching her the same way. Marinette’s smile disappeared as she realized how close they were, even closer than when the dance had started, but Adrien didn’t seem to notice, taking her with him as he chasséd sideways.

“I doubt father will play Ed Sheeran at his ‘event’,” Adrien chuckled, “but this is fun.”

He stopped spinning suddenly, taking a step back and letting go of Marinette’s hand.

“Thanks, Mari. I really appreciate this.”

Marinette laughed nervously, blushing and pulling at one of her pigtails.

“You really didn’t need much help,” she said, shrugging, “and besides, what are friends for?”

Adrien’s face softened and he smiled at her genuinely, he walked over to the speakers to pause the music before turning back to her.

“Hey, my dad said I needed to invite someone. I was going to bring Chloe, but she’ll be there either way since her dad is the mayor, so um, would you want to come?”

Marinette’s eyes widened and the hand that had been pulling at her pigtails dropped to her side in shock.

“Only if you want to. It’s at six on Sunday night,” Adrien explained.

Marinette continued to stare.

“Uh…there will be a lot of business people there, but like I said, Chloe will be there, and me, and a couple other people our age that we can talk to so that you don’t get bored. And there will definitely be food. So…do you want to come? …Marinette?”

Marinette blinked quickly, blushing and shifting on her feet.

“I-I’d love to come! Sorry, I just kinda spaced out for a second,” she apologized.

Adrien’s face lit up, and he grinned at her with excitement.

“Great! I gotta go, Gorilla just texted me that he’s waiting outside, but…see you then?”

Marinette nodded enthusiastically as Adrien picked up his jacket. He slipped it on and pocketed his phone before heading to the door. Marinette smiled at him, waving as he turned back and waved too before disappearing down the hall.

Marinette waited a few seconds, making sure Adrien had really left, before scrambling for her phone and furiously typing in a text to Alya.

What had just happened? Was this a date?

What was she going to WEAR!?