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"I'm sorry" Langst Fic(Trigger Warning plz be safe) PT-2

Allura hadn’t got that much sleep that night.

She was aware that she had hurt Lance, and realized he was offering her comfort, as a good teammate- and friend- ought to have done.

But Allura, she had only responded with hate. She had insulted him. She had told him he was useless, and that he didn’t deserve to be the blue paladin.

But now that she had cleared her head, she realized just how wrong she was for saying such a thing to him.

Not only did he deserve to be the blue paladin- he had been made to be the blue paladin of Voltron. He had proven himself time and time again, over and over, that he deserved to be here with the team, just as much as anyone else did.

In her desperation to find an acceptable apology for Lance, she had marched straight up to Shiro’s room, knocked on the door, and waited.

The door slid open within two ticks, and Shiro cocked a questioning eyebrow at Allura.

“I need to talk to you. May I come in?” Shiro didn’t know what about, but he let Allura in either way, nodding, and watching from the still open door as she sat down on the edge of his bed, holding her head in her hands.

“Princess? What’s wrong?” Shiro asked hurriedly, closing the door and walking over to where she sat, crouching down to her level. He tensed when he saw that her cheeks were tear stained.


“Allura?” He questioned, concern littered across his expression. Allura shook her head in response, and inhaled shakily.

“Shiro, I… I hurt him.” Allura managed to choke the words out, and her voice threatened to crack. Shiro was confused, but comforted her either way, stroking her hair and rocking her slightly.

“Allura, who did you hurt?” Shiro asked calmly, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, patiently awaiting an answer.

She sighed sadly, a pitiful expression the only insight to what might’ve happened.

“Lance. Last night. I told him that I was a fool for making him the blue paladin. He was just trying to help me with my own pain and I had to go and take my anger out on him instead of saying thank you. Like a normal person would.” Allura gestured outwards in exasperation, as if illustrating her point further.

 A picture of Lance’s stuffy nose, pink tinged, and tear stained face popped up into Shiro’s train of thought, and tingles of anxiety bloomed in his stomach. Without thinking, Shiro mumbled to himself. 

 “That’s why he looked so bad.” Shiro looked to the floor, and before he realized it, Allura was tensing, and turned to face him. 

 “You saw him last night? After I yelled at him?” Allura took Shiro by the shoulders, shaking him lightly. Her voice was laced with panic. He nodded stiffly.
 

“How am I going to apologize to Lance?! I hurt him so badly, Shiro- you won’t be able to form Voltron if Lance is in pain- and even if you didn’t need to form Voltron anytime soon, Lance is still a member of this team, and he deserves to be happy.” Her hands found their way to her hair, and she stared at the floor with wide, panicked eyes.
 Shiro was slightly taken aback by her ranting, but smiled warmly as he processed her words. 

 “Tell him exactly how you feel. Apologize sincerely.” Shiro responded, rubbing circles on her back. Allura thought quietly for a moment, before rising calmly and nodding her head briefly. 

She turned to Shiro, who now was looking at her proudly, and a little shocked. Her emotions were a little erratic at the moment, he concluded, but went along with whatever she had planned. 

 "This will need to be a group effort. I am not going to be the only one on this team treating him kindly from now on. We all include him, compliment him, praise him, and bond with him. I refuse to have one of my paladins consistently unhappy. Shiro, I am going to need your help talking to the others- especially Hunk. I don’t know what he’ll do to me when he finds out what I told Lance.” Shiro and Allura collectively shivered.


“Understood, princess.” Shiro nodded, and rose from the bed.


“Thank you for helping me, Shiro. I really do appreciate it.” Allura smiled fondly, which Shiro mistakenly assumed was gratitude, and took her leave.
 

“I’ll see you in the control room soon!” Allura called behind her shoulder, leaving Shiro to his own thoughts. 

Shiro had a lot of apologizing to do as well. He had brushed off Lance’s own feelings and problems, and he felt like shit for it.
 

Allura was determined to set things right between her and Lance, and marched her ass down to the control room. Once there, she pulled up a transparent screen, and clicked a few buttons, dragged a few knobs down, and there was the sound of a soft alarm.  

 It wasn’t blaring, but it wasn’t loud enough to where you could ignore it. She played it in every room except for Lance’s. She needed to talk to every paladin except for him. She needed to discuss the issues they were making when they came into contact with Lance.  

 She needed to fix this. 

 And she was going to fix it right. Now.

Pidge, Keith, Hunk, Coran, and Shiro all made their way to the control room, their thoughts seemingly somewhere else.

Pidge was looking down at the ground, timing their steps.

Keith was looking forward solemnly, lost in thought.

Shiro was focused on the task at hand.

Coran was fiddling with the end of his mustache.

Hunk’s stomach was aching for some food.

They entered the control room as a collective unit, the team taking notice that Lance was not in the room with them.

Coran sighed, and made his way to the exit.

“I’ll go wake the boy up.” Coran sighed sleepily, and Allura stopped him before he could physically leave.


“Coran, I purposely did not wake him up. I called you here specifically to talk about Lance.” The team, excluding Shiro, tensed, and anxiety blossomed in their guts.


“What about Lance?” Hunk was the first to speak, anxiety evident in his voice. 

The aura of the room was cold… Too cold.


“There is no need for alarm Hunk- I checked on Lance earlier. Physically speaking, he is unharmed.” Allura lied, images of Lance’s crimson stained floor coming to mind, memories of her crying in the doorway. 


Thank god he’s a deep sleeper.’ Allura thought to herself, images of the now cleaned and properly bandaged cuts across Lance’s forearms flashing across her train of thought.

She had scrubbed the quiznak out of his floor, and rummaged through a majority of his things(which she argued over doing for who knows how many minutes), and confiscated all sharp items he might have been able to harm himself with. 

She had found him earlier that morning, wanting to apologize, but after finding him in such terrible shape, her confidence shattered, and she didn’t know how to approach the situation.

But now she did.

“We need to talk about the manner in which we treat Lance.” Allura sighed, looking at the ground in disappointment.


“Princess, I can assure you we-” Coran began, but Allura smiled at him reassuringly, showing that she was not upset with any of them.

She turned back to the rest of the group, smiling sadly.

“I have noticed that our attitudes towards him are less than acceptable. In fact, our tendencies to snap at him and reprimand him mercilessly make me angry. Not only that- they damage him and his well being.” Pidge made an act to protest, but Allura raised her hand to silence them.


“I am no exception to this. I made a particularly rude multitude of comments to Lance last night, and I believe I caused him to second guess his position on this team and his usefulness to the rest of us.” Allura’s voice cracked on the last sentence, and the room was eerily silent.


“Oh my god…” Hunk whispered, and a shiver ran up Allura’s spine.


She inhaled shakily, gathering as much courage as possible to get through the next sentences. 

“He had suggested that I try talking about Altea. He told me it might’ve eased some of the pain that came with losing it. I told him that I didn’t want to talk about a planet that no longer existed.” Allura sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Hesitantly, she continued.

“When he had tried to apologize… I…” 

That’s when the tears began to flow.


They were unrelenting, and they were an endless testament to her guilt.

“I told him that I was a fool to make him the blue paladin. I told him he did more harm than good. That I didn’t want his help. I called him useless! I messed up so badly- I let my quiznaking emotions get the better of me and I took out all my pent up anger out on him- and now he’s upset and doubting himself, and it’s all my fault.” Allura finished off with a sob, and collapsed to the ground.

The team watched as the princess clasped her hands over her face in shame.

None of them knew what to do- but they had a pretty good idea.

Hunk was the first to move towards her, and crouched down to look her in the eye.

“I will never forgive you for hurting my best friend. Especially Lance.” Hunk whispered, lifting her chin up to look her in the eyes. Allura’s lip quivered.


“But, I love him enough to where I will help him forgive you.” Hunk smiled, and pulled Allura into a tight hug.

She helplessly sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. She hadn’t been hugged in such a way since she had needed to delete her father’s AI.

It stung.


But in a good way.

Pidge burst into tears, and rushed to Hunk and Allura, joining in on the cuddle fest, sobbing uncontrollably. They were upset that Allura was the reason that Lance was unhappy last night, but yelling at her wasn’t going to resolve anything for the voltron team, so instead, they joined in.

Coran joined in afterwards, walking forwards and comforting Pidge and Allura.

Before long, Keith and Shiro were tugged into the bunch(much to their discomfort, but they went with it anyway), and they stayed like that for a few ticks, until finally pulling apart.

Allura was the first to speak.

“I think we all know what we have to do.” Allura looked up at the rest of the team, determination dripping off her tone.


Shiro grinned, Coran nodded, Pidge smirked, and Hunk gave her a thumbs up.

They turned to Keith, who had his eyes on a particularly interesting crack in the floor.

He sighed.

“I think I need to do more than that. I need to confess to him.” Keith mumbled, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Holy quiznak.”


part one

High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!

“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”

“Y/N I am your boss.”

“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”

“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”

“We are going to get married at the chapel!”

“At the chapel I see.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.

Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”

“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.

“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out in laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.

“I see.”

“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.

“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.

“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.

“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorable.

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”

“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”

“You broke your arm. Remember?”

“WHY DID I BREAK MY ARM? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I AM SO DRIZZY.”

“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”

“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.

“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.

“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.

“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”

“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.

“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.

“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed to his boss.

‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.

“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and wide smile stretched to her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”

Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”

“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”

“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”

“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings wit a bright smile to the nurse. The people bursted into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that she left the team again.

Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you have give me a blue ring okay?”

“Okay,” Hotch relents with smile that is usually unseen.

“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.

“I will.”

“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.

But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.

anonymous asked:

Hey if you need a prompt to write I really like the idea of Lance with synesthesia. I find synesthesia reeeeeaaallly cool and it could make for some interesting stories. Also I live for langst and I've been going though your blog looking at your past stories and amazing cosplays like all day and you are like my new favorite person on tumblr. Hope that's not too creepy. ❤️

Okay!

I had to do a lot of research on this so I hope I brought it justice. 

Slight Reference to Bullies 

Lance was around 6 when he realized that he didn’t see the world the same as everyone else. He saw things differently. He tasted things differently. He smelled things differently. 

Lance never talked about what he experienced until one day he told his mom that he didn’t like the word ‘Blue’ because it tasted weird. 

Lance didn’t quite understand why she laughed at him when he said that. Everyone can taste words right? 

Lance had never been more wrong in his life. 

After a few months of being picked on by his siblings and the laughing stock of his parents he was finally diagnosed. Synesthesia.

It wasn’t anything bad, just made him very different from other people. 

Lance didn’t mind, he simply started to learn what made him uncomfortable. 

The words Blue and Pineapple were a no go for him. It made his mouth feel weird and he was always had an awful taste in his mouth when he said them. 

The number 17 was always yellow. 14 was purple and 349 was vibrant pink. Lance didn’t mind the colors and numbers that much, only when the colors were with there right number. It would always make him slightly uncomfortable when he saw 17 in pink or 14 in green. It just wasn’t normal to him. 

The sensations that moved over his skin likes waves, were the worst. Everytime Lance smelled broccoli or raw meat his skin crawled. He couldn’t get it to stop until he was away from the smell. 

-

Lance grew used to bullies throughout his years in school. It didn’t take long for people to notice what made Lance uncomfortable. Once they did, they would use it against him. 

They would write numbers in the wrong color, they would trick Lance into saying blue, they would eat broccoli right next to him. 

Lance couldn’t escape it. Not even at the Garrison. 

Lance thanked every God under the sun that he got a understanding roommate, a boy named Hunk. Hunk was very supportive of him and tried to make Lance’s days as easy as possible. No broccoli or raw meat, no horrible words, no wrong color numbers. 

-

When Lance joined Voltron, he was faced with 5 new people that knew nothing of his situation. 

Lucky Lance never had to look at numbers but sometimes the food goo would smell a little too close to broccoli. Those meals were always the hardest for Lance, he couldn’t exactly get up and leave the table. 

Even when Lance was on Earth his mother would serve broccoli and tell Lance to suck it up when he started to shift in his seat and rub his arms. 

Of course Lance had to pilot the Blue lion, and he had to say the word ‘Blue’ more than he ever wanted. 

-

Lance eventually started to use his  synesthesia to his and the entire team’s advantage. He was able to remember certain passcodes due to the colors that he familiarized with certain numbers. He never knew the code perfectly but he would see pink in his head and know the number. 

Lance was also more creativity than his team so he found himself helping Pidge and Hunk come up with new machines. 

-

He still hadn’t opened up to his team (excluding Hunk) because of his fear of how they would treat him. However after living with the team for a few months he didn’t care what they thought or how they reacted. 

Lance entered the bridge where everyone was standing, Lance filled his lungs with oxygen and spoke loud and clear. “I have something to tell you all.” 

Sorry it took so long! 

I can see why you’re interested in this topic! Once I started to research I couldn’t stop <3 

I hope you like it!

Thank you <333

Also I’m happy that you like my blog! 

milkandcookies528  asked:

12, 43, and 51 with spencer.

12. I’m pregnant.

Before getting pregnant, you thought that the stories you heard of getting random cravings in the middle of the night were total exaggerations.

But as you found yourself waking up at four o’clock in the morning with a strong desire for Froot Loops, you sighed in realization of how actual those stories had been.

Carefully climbing out of bed in hopes of not waking Spencer, you tiptoed your way into the kitchen and began to make your bowl of cereal as quietly as possible.

Once you were sat down at your dining table, enjoying the small bowl of cereal and mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you jumped in surprise at the groggy voice that came from behind you.

“Are you really awake and eating right now?”

I’m pregnant,” you mumbled around the spoon you had placed in your mouth, “Cut me some slack.”

Chuckling softly, Spencer came to sit opposite from you. His eyes still heavy with sleep and his hair messily sticking up in all different directions, you couldn’t help but smile in adoration.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you felt bad knowing that Spencer was to be at work in a little over two hours.

“It’s okay,” Spencer shrugged, “I mean, I guess I should get used to it.”

Swirling your spoon around the milk that had become dyed with colors, you smiled thinking about the four o’clock mornings to come, full of feedings and diaper changes.

“Will you still want to sit up and eat Froot Loops with me at the crack of dawn when you’re sleep deprived and covered in baby puke?”

Reaching over to take a hand full of cereal from the box, Spencer popped a piece into his mouth, “As long as it’s with you, I would do it at any hour.”


43. Frost the damn cupcakes.

From the moment that he woke up, Spencer had been in an overly affectionate mood. On most days, you would have reveled in his love, but with it being the same day as Garcia’s surprise party, you found yourself too busy to properly enjoy his mood.

Standing in front of the two dozen cupcakes that had just finished cooling, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Spencer,” you groaned, reaching for the piping bag you had previously laid out, “I need to get these decorated.”

“The party doesn’t start for another two hours,” his lips ghosted over your neck, “You still have time.”

“But I have to finish the cupcakes, and then get ready, and then we have to head over to Morgan’s place” your voice got softer and softer as Spencer’s lips trailed higher and higher up your neck.

Your resolve was beginning to weaken as Spencer hummed against your pulse point and spun you around to face him, however, you refused to give in.

“You know what I would love for you to do?” your lips grazed against his.

“What?” Spencer practically begged, bumping his nose against yours.

“I would love for you to…” your voice trailed off, knowing full well you were teasing him, “Frost the damn cupcakes.”

Taking the piping bag that you still held in your hand, you pressed it against Spencer’s chest and released yourself from his grip, quickly heading for the bathroom to get ready for the night, but not before you heard Spencer let out a frustrated groan.


51. I’m your husband. It’s my job.

“You were so over the line! That strike doesn’t count!”

The accusing tone that Penelope had pointed at Morgan was so serious that it had the whole team dissolved in laughter.

“I was not over the line, baby girl” Morgan smirked, sauntering back to his seat and crossing his arms behind his head, “In fact, I do believe that strike has put me in the lead.”

Prior to the start of this game, Penelope thought that wagering a bet on the last game of the night would make it a bit more interesting. The wager being that whoever was to get the highest score would get a round of drinks bought for them by whoever had the lowest score.  

Glancing up at the leaderboard that hung overhead, you giggled upon seeing that in the final frame of the game, Morgan had in fact taken the lead while poor Penelope was losing by a landslide in comparison to everyone else.

“Don’t get too cocky, Morgan,” Spencer teased from his seat next to you, “Y/N isn’t trailing too far behind you.”

Spencer was right, all you had to do was get a strike yourself and you would have beaten Morgan by two points.

“Well, it’s a good thing that it’s your girls turn” confidence dripped from Morgan’s voice as you came to pick up the bright orange bowling ball you had chosen for the night.

“You’re going down, Derek” you winked, earning a chorus of cheers from the rest of the team who wished to see Morgan lose a sports game for once.

Making your way up the alley, you chucked your ball down the lane and crossed your fingers as it rolled towards the pins. In a flurry, the pins toppled into each other one by one until none were left standing.

The entire team, excluding Morgan, leaped from their seats and cheered louder than they had before. Spencer darted towards you as you came to rejoice with them, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

A joyous laugh left your lips as he spun you around, “I didn’t think that you’d be this excited for me to win.”

“I’ll always be excited to watch you succeed,” Spencer beamed, “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Cooing at the pride that Spencer showed to you, Penelope reached for her purse and a begrudging Morgan, “Alright, you lovebirds, let’s go get some drinks for our newest MVP!”

Saudade (9)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

CATCH UP HERE Part 8

TAGS AT THE END!

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

After careful observation, the disassembled team, excluding Steve and Bucky, concluded that Y/n wasn’t a threat. They heard about the heart wrenching break up (everyone in the Royal Compound did) and it was plain as day that it’s eating her alive. Her eyes were red and glossy from all the tears that she shed and she always felt like puking. She had ripped her own heart in order to save Bucky’s, but it was worth it. It always was.

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jenbrait1415  asked:

Do you think you can do #12 with Pietro?

12. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”- Pietro Maximoff

Once again you’d been dragged to one of Stark’s parties, something about showing a united front, and your protests had got you nowhere. So here you were, leant against the bar downing drink after drink, not that it could actually get you drunk anyway. You had advanced healing, meaning your metabolism just burnt straight through the alcohol, however it had its perks, such as allowing you to save the life of a certain Speedster. Since the battle against Ultron, and you saving Pietro’s life, the two of you had become incredibly close friends, even Wanda seemed to have opened up to you. However you being the idiot you were had begun falling for the Sokovian at an alarming rate, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the majority of the team, excluding the Speedster himself who seemed completely oblivious to how you felt. Finishing of your drink you scanned the room, looking for signs of either Maximoff twin, just someone to keep you company. “Hello Y/N.” Wanda’s accented voice rang out from beside you, snapping your gaze over to her. “Hey Wanda.” You smiled half-heartedly. “He will be here in a moment.” She smirked, causing you to blush and avert your gaze back to your hands that were wrapped around the empty glass. “Good evening ladies.” A deep voice purred from beside you, turning your head you were met with bright green eyes and a handsome face. Smiling slightly you nodded your head in recognition. “Clark.” He smiled, holding a hand out for you. “Y/N.” You replied, “And this is my friend Wanda.” You murmured gesturing to the female Maximoff. “Well it’s lovely to meet the both of you, care to join me for a drink?” His smooth voice asked, signalling to the bartender. “I’ve just gotta go see Nat, but Y/N would love to.” Wanda smiled, sending a wink your way. “Just a F/D please.” You smiled. Maybe this would be your chance to get over your feelings for Pietro, you might as well try anyway. “So Y/N, boyfriend? Husband?” Clark asked, scrunching his nose up, making you giggle. “No, no boyfriend, and definitely no husband.” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Their loss.” He smirked, leaning in closer.

3rd Person POV

As soon as Pietro had entered the room in which Stark’s party was being held, his eyes scanned the room for any sign of you. Noticing you sat at the bar he went to run over to you when he saw a dark haired man leaning in close. His stomach twisted painfully and a small growl came from his throat. “Everything okay brother?” Wanda’s voice rang from his side. “Who is that with Y/N?” He asked, trying to keep his tone calm and failing. “His name is Clark and he’s a delight.” Wanda smiled, knowing how much this would annoy her brother. “Hmmph.” Pietro huffed, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “I don’t like him, he’s not good enough for her.” Pietro growled, furrowing his brow. “Then who is brother.” Wanda murmured before walking away, hopefully this would give him the push he needed to tell her how he felt, thought Wanda.

Y/N’s POV

Clark was great, but he was no Pietro. That was all you could think as the good looking man in front of you continued spouting off about one story or another. Speak of the devil, Pietro’s telltale trail zoomed past, a gust of wind following him. “So Y/N, my place is only one block away, care to join me?” Clark purred. “Um…” You murmured, but before you could even give an answer, Clark was gone, only a blue trail left behind. Looking to where the trail lead you followed it around a corner and to an empty corridor, where Pietro was holding Clark up by his lapels, dangerously close to his face. “Piet?” You murmured, walking closer to the pair. At the sign of your voice Pietro dropped Clark to the ground and span round to look at you, the anger dispersing from his eyes. Looking over the two men you could see Clark was sporting a black eye, and Pietro’s knuckles were slightly bloody. “Come on.” You murmured, grabbing Pietro by the arm and dragging him to your room.

As you at the blonde Sokovian down on your bed you grabbed your first aid kit and began patching up his knuckles. “What on earth were you thinking?” You asked, wrapping a bandage around his hand. “You don’t deserve to be spoken to that way.” He mumbled, avoiding your eyes. “Wait a minute. Were you jealous?” You asked, standing back slightly. “Pffft, no.” He grumbled, looking at the ground. “You were weren’t you.” You grinned, stepping in between his legs and gently pushing his face up, so he was looking at you. “Okay maybe but…” He began babbling before you crashed your lips against his. “It’s only you Piet. It’s only ever been you.” You murmured against his lips as his arms wrapped around your waist. “I love you.” He sighed as your hands knotted in his hair. “I love you too, you gigantic idiot.” You giggled.

Underestimation & Overcompensation Part 2

read part one here. just a fluffy follow up, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by perfectly-penelope


Imagine the next morning you wake up to the sun shining through the window and you’re both totally late for work. Spencer just keeps cursing under his breath and you are literally so sore even thinking about moving fucking hurts. So you just lay helplessly in the sheets while he runs around trying to clean himself up and listen to his twenty thousand voicemails from the team.

And after a minute he turns to you and asks why you aren’t getting up, and you shoot him this look that says are you fucking kidding me? so he backs off and as he buttons up his shirt he’s got this little smile on his face because he just knOWs that he fucked you too hard and he knows how much you fucking loved it.

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“Intervention” - Part 2

“Intervention” - Requested Oneshot 

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Father!Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1,150

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Self Harm, Anxiety, Self Hatred, Intense Drinking, Mental Issues, Blood. If I missed any, please let me know.

Summary:

Author’s Note: This is one of my most heaviest stories. I really hope you all get something from this. I hope this helps anyone who needs it in one way or another.

Also, I apologize to everyone who has requested prompts to me. Things have been more difficult than I thought recently and caused me to have a delay in all of my writing.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

I hope you all are okay. If you ever need a friendly conversation or need someone, please talk to me. If you can’t confide in me, please reach out to someone. There are people to help you through any situation. You are not alone. You are loved.

<3

- DreaSaurusREX


You’re in the familiar lab with Tony and Bruce. Bruce was still in his pajamas but ready to help. Your dad put you down on the medical bed they kept around for times like these. Your breathing has gotten closer to normal. You still felt sort of numb after all of the injuries you caused to yourself tonight, but now you were also very tired. It was difficult for you to sit up straight.

You tried your hardest to avoid your father’s face. You knew you hurt him. His little girl was a messed up basket case that sliced herself up and stole liquor in order to slow her self deprecating thoughts when they took over at night. So you just closed your eyes and tried to ignore everything, which didn’t help your sleepiness.

Bruce quickly assessed the cuts and started working on the two big ones that were under the washcloth. You tried your best to ignore the pain of the process of stitches. This was made a bit easier when you had conversation to focus on as Bruce was finishing up the last of the stitches.

Tony sat in a chair next to you and grabbed your hand as he spoke.

“Honey, you know this isn’t something I can just brush off and ignore. What I walked in on was not okay. You’re not okay. And I’m scared about you.” 

You knew what people thought about self harm and drinking, but you saw it as a way to bring yourself back to reality and punish yourself for all the stuff you do wrong.

“I’m fine. I don’t have a problem or anything. I do it cause it makes sense to me. Don’t worry. I got it. You got better things to worry about.” You were still a bit tipsy, but not as swimmy as you were before your dad found you in your bathroom. But you still talked as if you weren’t really all there mentally. 

Tony sighed and just sat there confused, running a hand up his face and through his hair. Bruce finished off the stitches and cleaned the rest of the smaller cuts. He had you lay back a bit for comfort.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet. You can do that when you get back to your comfortable bed instead of this lumpy cot.” He then looked over at Tony. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

The two men walked into the hallway, out of earshot of you. Bruce took a sort of deep breath before speaking.

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Haikyuu!! Sleepovers (Nekoma)

-All sleepovers held at Kenmas’ place (due to him having the best game consoles)

-Lev’s too tall to comfortably sit on one of the beanbags, so he just lays on the floor.

-Kuroo, Inuoka and Yaku all fighting over player 1, then eventually just giving it to Kenma.

-So many snacks that most of the team goes home with more than they brought.

-Clothes are EVERYWHERE so the whole team (Excluding Kenma and Yaku, they aren’t having any of this) throws all clothes in a pile and go “Neko hunting” as Lev calls it, where they grab the first item of clothing they see and shove it on, doesn’t matter if it doesn’t fit, you gotta wear it until it’s time to leave.

-RUNniNG MAN CHALLENGE

-Scary movies for all. Lev get’s scared halfway through “Yaku-san.. Yaku-san! I’m scared!” “Then come here you idiot”

-Yuki, being the shortest player, is the fucking champ at hide and seek. only just tying with Kenma who tends to literally climb fucking ANYTHING. One time the team found him on top of the fridge.

-Yamamoto rambles on about who pretty all the female managers are, which then leads to the topic of crushes

-”Kuroo, you gotta’ like someone! We all know you like long hair!” *insert wiggle of eyebrows “Well, I need someone shorter than me, maybe dyed hair? like idk l0l pft.. and maybe into video games? Like this is just me rambling, you know? hahah..” “…”

-Kenma winning every Mario Kart match, which sends the whole team into a rage.

-Fukunaga somehow sets the toaster on fire.

-Every sleep over, SOMETHING is set on fire, weather it be a small little bonfire out in the backyard, or people just setting each others clothes ablaze

-”Please don t kill each other, I really can’t afford any lawsuits” -Kenma


/ probably will do the other teams?? Tried to include all of the members but I might have missed some, whoOOpS /

anonymous asked:

So I imagine Pidge and Lance doing weird shit to the rest of the team(excluding Shiro) like prancing them or just pissing them off in general then playing innocent. They exclude Shiro because "if we really did those things, why hasn't it happened to you?" They think they're getting away with it but honestly Shiro is just so done he doesn't even care as long as no one gets hurt (He also laughs when he sees or hears some of the shit go down)

If ya’ll ever wanted to know what me as a parent would be like it’s 110% this

I’m Just Not Her - Bucky x Reader (FINAL PART)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 | FINAL PART |

Request from @xxwinter-soldierxx

Can you pls do one where reader and Bucky are good friends and everyone on the team thinks they have something special. Then the reader likes Bucky but she’s too naïve, only to find out that he has feelings for Nat. Reader then avoids him for a while to go on missions and train hard to ‘be more like Nat’. Want a happy ending too.

Originally posted by rebecca-donell

Warnings - swearing, mentions of shooting, violence, fluff.

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some sticksamy headcanons

i was thinking about modern/human au for these but tbh they might fit anywhere??

  • okay but please imagine them cuddling and sticks being annoying and squirmy at first but then getting used to being in amy’s arms okay i’m done
  • fixing each other’s hair!! amy braids sticks’ hair often and sticks makes handmade flower crowns for amy
  • they teach each other how to handle different weapons and become unstoppable forces in battle!!
  • amy teaches sticks how to use social media, to which sticks only posts shitposts about the other members of team sonic (excluding amy ofc) or her own conspiracy theories lmao
  • AMY WOULD PROPOSE TO STICKS FIRST…once they’re older and have spent some time together…amy weds the shit out of sticks and sticks literally goes “what took you so long?” and they’re the best wives bye
  • cooking together, especially baking or barbecuing and when they get distracted by kissing each other or being gay the food burns and they have to resort to takeout food :’)
So I was having a few Steven Universe x Pokemon thought and then I thought:

What if Giovanni, Archie, Maxie, Cyrus, Ghetsis, Lysandre and Guzma were, like, a big group of friends/bros? Who hang out, have friendly Pokemon battles and care a lot about each other, much like the Great Diamond Authority? Their name could be “The Seven Evil Bosses”. And, yeah, I’ve seen some fan depictions of all the Evil Team Bosses hanging out like they’re friends but what if it was canon? I mean, I kinda imagine how awkward and funny would the passionate, expressive and furious Guzma would look around the rest of the bosses who seem to be so calm, cool, cold and controlled. Not to mention he is the only evil boss who doesn’t berate the trainer after losing! (Poor guy berates himself ;-; ). I also think he and Archie would get along, maybe Cyrus too and Giovanni, as they both steal Pokemon.

Winteriron Post Civil War Au (Anti Team Cap Warning)

This takes place maybe a couple of years after civil war. Excluding Bucky, Team Cap has been in hiding, wandering around not in Wakanda, and eventually they get captured and locked up in prison. Tony comes to visit them in his new black and gold armor and then Bucky comes in as the new Captain America with a new shield too. After Bucky comes in he kisses Tony and they announce their engagement and plans for a wedding soon. After their announcement they leave Team Cap to wilt away in their cells.  

anonymous asked:

Sorry my original request wasn't following the rules! I'm a huge fan of Saeran can I request and McxSaeran fic about Saeran having to watch Mc get hurt like there is no possible way to help her until the action that caused her to get hurt has happened. I heard you like the tropes in where the guy fonds over the girl and it's all sweet <3 also I have a small question do you know any good MM fic writers I actually kinda wanna request my original ask tysm and sorry! I send love your way thanks!

List of some MM fic writers on tumblr! :)


Casually gonna advertise for @zenfanzine yahaha anyway these are the writers on the team (excluding myself) and they are all absolutely amazing go check them out!! :)

[SPOILER AHEAD FOR BELIEVE AGAIN] 

P.S. This isn’t a fic. It’s a disappointing answer to this lovely anon here and I’m so sorry anon. Truly. But anyway my explanation is below the cut.

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