they were on the plane longer than that

Right Under Their Noses

This was a request for @omg-gilliankazoo-me made.. a while ago.. Sorry it took so long and also ended up being longer then intended… Anyway enjoy!

Dick was more than a little conflicted. The woman that held hands with his adoptive father seemed nice enough, but a beautiful face had become a problem on multiple different occasions.  

His eyes scanned around the cabin of Bruce’s private plane and he could feel his foot start to tap with a nervous edge, if she wanted, this would be the perfect place to pull the rug out from under them and reveal herself to be the mastermind she was. Granted his paranoid thoughts were brought on by history rather than by any actions that she had taken, but one could never be too careful.

“Don’t stare too hard or she’s going to know somethings up,” his brother Tim stated as he typed away on his laptop.

“There’s not much else to stare at, we haven’t even taken off yet,” Dick whispered back slightly annoyed. “Have you found anything yet?”

“No,” Tim says solemnly. “No bombs, no tracking signals, no guns.”

“It’s almost like she’s just Bruce’s girlfriend,” a harsh voice comments.

Dick’s blue eyes shift to meet his other brother, Jason, who hadn’t even bothered to move his eyes from the window to acknowledge Dick’s presence.

“And how many times have they just been his girlfriend?” Dick questions tersely.

Jason rolls his eyes in consent but adds, “the kid seems to be all right with her.”

Dick’s gaze slides back over to where Bruce and the woman were sitting and met green eyes glaring at him from in between the seats. Dick had to admit that it was strange for Damian to have taken a liking to anyone, and he was surprised how quickly his youngest brother had formed an attachment to the woman.

“That makes it even worse, what if she’s mind controlled them somehow?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Tim adds.

Jason’s eyes left the window to look at the concern laced in his older brother’s eyes. He shifted his gaze to the woman and Bruce. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t agree with Dick that the woman had Bruce under some sort of mind control or was manipulating him and the kid for her own gain. She looked at him with just as much admiration that he gave her.

“Whatever,” he mumbles casting his gaze back to the tarmac.

“The plane is clean,” Tim pipes up.

“She must be planning something for when we land,” Dick mumbles.

“A kidnapping maybe?” Tim muses. “Maybe we should try and subdue her now. She wouldn’t be able to take on the five of us.”

“I’m not helping you idiots,” Jason adds his eyelids falling shut.

“Four of us,” Tim corrects.

“Bruce wouldn’t help us either and Damian probably won’t.”

“Two of us, those aren’t very good odds.”

“When we land we just need to get her alone, then we can strike and find out what her plan is.”

“I would like to posit one last time that she’s probably a normal woman.”

Tim and Dick roll their eyes at Jason.

“Why are you even here?” Dick questions. “I didn’t think that you would have actually wanted to come on vacation with us.”

“She invited me,” Jason responds with a shrug, “and that invitation came with a promise of my own room at the opposite end of the hotel, so the only time I have to spend with you losers is on the plane ride here and back.”

“She got to you too,” Dick mutters, arms crossing over his chest indignantly.

There were a few moments of silence before that door to the private plane finally shut and one of two stewardesses came to give safety instructions. Not to long after the plane was in the air, Dick searched his carry-on bag for any inflight entertainment.

‘Shit’ he thought when he opened the bag and realized that the only thing that he had with him was his half-charged cellphone. Dick slammed his head back onto the headrest, ready to spend the hours long flight in complete boredom.

Twenty minutes later a warm hand slipped onto Dicks shoulder, catching his attention. He felt his cheeks warm when his gazed met the ruby red lipped smile of the stewardess.

“I was asked to give this to you,” she said politely. The woman slipped a tablet into his hands. “Internet is already to go.”

“Thank you?”

“Oh, it’s no problem, your mother had us prepare them, she was worried that one of you might forget to bring something.”

“She’s not my mother,” Dick states flatly, the butterflies from the pretty stewardess gone. As he turns forward in his seat.

His sudden cold demeanor startled the woman and she almost flinched back from him.

“S-sorry,” she says walking away quickly.

Dick’s eyes find themselves on the woman who had fallen rather silent now as she tapped away on the device she had on her lap. Seemingly able to feel his eyes on her she looked at him and flashed him a small smile. Dick quickly cut his eyes away from the woman, afraid that if he looked at her he would find himself smiling back at her.


“Are Dick and Tim mad at me?” you ask softly. Bruce’s blue orbs slide worriedly over to meet yours and the and on your waist, gives you a reassuring squeeze and uses the other to hit the button to call the elevator.

“Not that I know of, why?”

“On the plane,” you start, “it seemed like they weren’t happy to be there, and since I’m the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring them I thought that maybe that they were a little angry.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Bruce says with a smile.

“Maybe we should have spent more time together back at home rather than just up and bringing them on a vacation,” you muse as the elevator doors close and the compartment starts to go up the shaft. “We’ve been dating for almost a year, but they don’t really know me, I imagine it’s uncomfortable being on a trip with a stranger.”

The elevator open to the top floor, the floor that Bruce had rented for the duration of your vacation.

“Maybe,” he says after thinking on it for some time.

The suite that you, Bruce and Damian would be staying was located at the end of the hall. Each of the boys had all already gone to their rooms, seemingly finding being in your and Bruce’s presence for a few extra minutes while you finished checking in simply unbearable.

You hadn’t let Bruce know, but he’d already figured out the fact that the boys weren’t comfortable around you nagged at the back of your mind. When you first got serious about your relationship with Bruce, he’d told you what to expect with his children, that they all had their guards up in one way or another, but you hadn’t expected them to hold you at arm’s length the way they did, to not even try to get to know you.

You entered the large penthouse suite and felt your heart flutter slightly at the size of it all. You still weren’t used to the lavishness of which Bruce lived, and he was very nonchalant about it all.

“We could have fit everyone in here,” you comment as you wander around the suite, admiring the cream-colored walls and cool black marble of the floor.

“No one wants to spend vacation in the room with their parents,” he says absently.

You feel a blush run over your cheeks but you don’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door, Bruce being closest opens the door and reveals a bell hop and a maid.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, we’ve brought your luggage, and can put it all away for you if you would like.”

“Sure,” he says with the smile and moves aside to let both in.

The maid and the bell hop come inside with the first of your bags and greet you with a smile when they see you.

“Which bedroom?” she questions you.

“Um, the Master Bedroom I guess,” you say awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having someone trifle through your things.

Noticing your nerves, Bruce smiles, “Why don’t you explore the hotel, I’ll make sure everything gets set up properly.”

“Okay,” you say with a relieved smile.

One of the bedroom doors opens and reveals the youngest Wayne.

“Have they brought the bags up yet?” Damian asks.

“Just now,” you smile, “Why don’t you come explore the hotel with me while we wait for them to unpack everything?”

Damian’s green eyes blink at you for a moment before he nods his head in agreement.

“It would be best to scout out our surroundings in a foreign place.”

You toss a raised eyebrow at Bruce who shakes his head slightly embarrassed.

“Come on then,” you say with a smile.


“I’m telling you she’s up to something,” Dick says angrily.

“So, she just had Bruce fly us all to the Bahamas, rent out the top floor of an extremely popular hotel and gave us our own separate rooms, that we asked for by the way, so that she could what? Relax us to death?” Jason quips.

“It’s not like bad guys have never had overly complicated plans before,” Tim adds.

“I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be happy the Bruce has found a normal woman for once and let them be.”

“Because nothing that happens to him is ever normal, Jason!” Dicks says exasperatedly. “Who does he talk to outside of us or the league? No one. He goes to work in the morning as Bruce Wayne, he comes home at Night and is the Batman, there’s no in between, no down time. Then ten months ago, this woman just shows up and they’re dating and he gives her a job at the company?”

“It’s not like he’s never dated before or given someone a job,” Jason states with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but all of them had a history,” Tim adds in as he pulls his laptop from his bag.


“She’s a ghost Jason, no past, no present, and if we have anything to say about it, no future.”

“Not even a fake I.D.?” Jason asks standing behind Tim has he watches him pull up the woman’s file on the screen.

“Just a name and a birthdate,” Tim says solemnly.

“Bruce would know all of this then,” Jason states, “Why wouldn’t he tell us at least so we could be on our guard.”

“Blackmail, maybe she has something over him.”

“You do know we are talking about Batman, right?”

“Like I said earlier, brainwashing” Dicks says.

“The kid too?” Jason questions.

“It would explain why he warmed up to her so fast.”

“Guys,” Dick states looking at his brothers, “We’ve got to break whatever hold she’s got on them and fast before she carries out whatever her plan is. Then when they’re free we put her in jail just like we do with all of the other bad guys.”

“Shouldn’t we question her? Figure out what it is she actually wants?”

“Yeah, I mean that was part of the arrest her thing, but I figured that was implied.”

There was an awkward silence as the boys looked at each other.

“Hey guys,” a voice called from the door a long with a knock.

Dick went to open the door and found the woman there standing with Damian looking expectantly at him.

“We were going to go explore the hotel, any of you want to come?” She asked with a wide smile. Her tone seemed happy, and the crinkle of the skin around her eyes made the question seem genuine, but Dick couldn’t help but think of all of the women who’d come before and how real they seemed.

“We are actually on our way back to our rooms, jet leg,” he said curtly. He felt his heart stir slightly when the smile dropped off her face in disappointment and squashed it down inside of him.

Damian looked at him skeptically with a raised eyebrow and a questioning cock of his head, “So weak that you couldn’t handle a quick flight Grayson? We didn’t even change time zones.”

“Yeah well, this was short notice and I didn’t sleep well on the plane,” Dick adverted his eyes from the pair and though he could tell that he was being absurdly childish, he couldn’t stop his annoyed tone.

“All right then,” she said with a nice tone and a pleasant smile but none of the warmth reached her eyes. “It’s just me and Damian then.”

Dick watched as the pair walked down to the hall toward the elevator and then closed the door behind him.

“You could stop being such an asshole to her, if she’s this evil genius you claim she is, you’re going to let her know that you are on to her.” Jason comments from the bed looking over the files on Tim’s laptop.

“I can’t help it.” Dick says plopping down on one of the chairs close to the bed, “it just comes out when I talk to her.”

“We should get some data on her,” Tim says only half listening to the conversation as he fiddled with a small camera that he pulled out of his backpack. “We don’t know anything about her and fighting blindly isn’t smart, we should follow her while she’s walking around the resort.”

Jason and Dick lock eyes with each other and nod in agreement.

“Let’s go do some recon then.”


It wasn’t hard to tell that the boys were following you. You’d caught Jason’s eye not too long after you entered the dining room and you’d probably would have shrugged him off if he had broken eye contact with you like he normally does, instead his overly friendly gaze caused you to be more aware of your surroundings. After that your keen eyes caught sight of Tim at a corner table in the hotels dining room enjoying whatever food was placed in front of him rather inconspicuously. As you and Damian moved to check out the gift shop, you’d spotted Dick halfheartedly flirting with the bartender not too far away from the store.

“What do you think?” Damian questioned as he turned to show you the pair of sun glasses that he had slipped on.

“Very practical,” you answered absentmindedly after glassing at the wide black frames on the small boy’s head.

Noticing your lack of attention, he turned to gaze at his brother who was pretending to be flattered by the bartender’s attention.

“They think you’re some kind of evil mastermind,” he comments nonchalantly as he placed the frames back on the stand, deciding he didn’t like the feel of the cheap plastic.

“They said that?” you ask worriedly.

“More or less,” he said with a shrug, “I read their lips on the plane, they thought you were going to try and kidnap us, I’m sure they still have the same concerns.”

“Why would they think that?”

“Father doesn’t have the very best taste in women. And besides they aren’t completely wrong about you, are they?”

You meet the green eyes of the small boy and roll yours with a sight, “I’m not saying they don’t have a need to be wary I just thought that your father would have told them about me already.”

“We aren’t exactly open with our secrets,” he says fiddling with a beige pair of glasses that caught his eyes. “How would you tell them that your significant other is a former assassin and is not going to try and kill you.”

“No wonder they hate me so much,” you say with a sigh. “I specifically asked Bruce if they knew about me.”

“That’s a question open to several interpretative answers,” Damian said looking at himself in the shop mirror before shaking his head and placing the pair of glasses back.

“I’ll be back,” you mumble.

“Hey, how much are these?” Damian asks the shop owner who rolls his large weary eyes at the demanding boy.

“They’re imported,” he responds gruffly, “So they cost more, than the others.

The boy waves you away with a hand as he continues to pursue the selection of the shop.

Making your way over to the bar where Dick sat you take a seat next to him.

“So, are you here with your family?” asks the brunette bartender asks Dick ignoring your presence.

“Yes,” he says abstinently as he sharp blue eyes meet yours skeptically.

“Can I have a beer please?” you ask sweetly trying to get her attention.

“Yeah, sure,” she says not meeting your gaze. “How long are you here for?”

“Oh, only a week,” you say interrupting, “I would have planned for longer but we have better service back home and I didn’t know how long I could deal with rude bartenders.”

She cuts her amber eyes at you ready with a snarky comment but your words finally register in her mind.

“Oh! Is this your mo-“

“No,” Dick interjects turning his body to face you entirely, “Can you bring me a beer too, please?”


The two of you sit in silence for a moment but when she comes back with two glasses and two bottles of whatever the house beer was. You push aside the glass and take swig from the bottle and put it back on the bar.

Dick does the same watching you warily.

“We need to talk,” you say watching as he places the bottle down.

“Going to confess?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” you say looking around the room catching the curious eyes of his other brothers who snapped their attention away from you when you caught them staring. “I’m just worried my confession won’t be as devious as you suspect it of being. Kidnapping isn’t a specialty of mine, after all.”

“You were listening?”

“No, but a little bird told me.”

“Damian,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Get your brothers and come to our room after you guys are all done down here,” you say patting him on the shoulder.  “I’ll answer any questions you guys have, okay?”

His blue orbs meet yours and with a sigh he nods his head before taking another swig of his drink.

You smile and pick up your bottle and walk back to the gift shop where you left Damian.

Dick watches with a frown as he watches Damian almost perk up at your return and how he follows you the way a hatchling would follow the mother duck.

“Get anything?” Jason questions as he comes up to Dick’s side Tim coming up behind him.

“Wants us to meet her in Bruce’s room, said that she’d tell us everything.”

“Should we go?”

“I don’t think it’s a trap,” Tim says, “There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly suspicious about the resort, nothing delivered out of the ordinary, normal population, and normal crime rate.”

“So, safe,” Jason says with a shrug. “At least here on the resort. If it’s just her in the room we can take her.”

Dick downs the rest of his drink before standing up, “Let’s go then.”


Bruce took a sip of his drink as he sat against the couch with crossed legs flipping through the pages of a book that he’d brought with him. Next to him Damian did the same. Their relaxed attitude completely at odds with the tense posture of the boys who sat with you at the small dining table.

The table around you was silent and you bit your lip in hesitation.  You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck nervously and then took a sip of the margarita placed in front of you.

“When Damian was five, I left the League of Assassins,” you state looking in each pair of blue eyes.

You watched as they digested your words and the idea ran through their minds.

“W-what?” Dick speaks up first. He’d certainly suspected that you were who you said you were but he wasn’t expecting you to be so…forthcoming with the information.

“You all enjoy saving people, don’t you?” You question.

The boys don’t say anything just stare at you still stunned.

“Even if you get a little lost on the way,” you say eyes lingering on Jason’s form. “Bruce has instilled in you the want to help people, to protect people. And if you wanted to stop being your ‘other selves’, I’m sure you’d still find ways to help people, because it’s a part of who you are now.”

You swish the drink in your glass around, watching the ice melt slowly, “It was like that for me when I was a part of the league. Except, I couldn’t stop killing people. There wasn’t a moment in my mind when I wasn’t consumed by rage, or the urge to get my next target. That kind of thing wares on a person, even if they don’t realize it.”

“Well, you did, stop I mean,” Tim starts, “Seeing as you’re here now. How did that happen?”

You take a sip of your drink, “I was six when an assassin from the league was hired to kill my parents and they took me as a bonus. I was 13 when Bruce left the League. I never got a chance to meet him or talk with him, but I was old enough to understand that there was a hole that he left there. And that it gave Ra’s al Ghul a rage that we hadn’t really seen before.

“I-we, trained hard. Kids like me were told that we were given a second chance at life at the whim of the League and that we shouldn’t even dare to think about being defiant the way that Bruce had been, and we didn’t, we weren’t. We wanted to do things that made the people who we thought of as our parents happy. If that meant killing an old man or a baby we did it. And it when on like this for years,

“I was 16 when I met Talia for the first time. We were, close, as close as the two of us could be. When she had Damian, I was there. And for the first years of his life I cared for him. She was happy with the arrangement, since mothering never came naturally to Talia, and I got to have a small family that was all my own. When He was four and just climbed his first mountain. Both she and Ra’s were ecstatic about it and I watched as they put him through the same training that I was forced to do. And he progressed fast. Every day I watched him grow and get stronger, harder, deadlier.

“When he was away from me, I worried about what type of danger he was in, what was she teaching him, how was she corrupting him.”

“You loved him,” Dick states watching as the boy’s green eyes flash over to his momentarily.

“I adored him,” you correct with a smile on your face. “And I thought that I would eventually be able to let go like that but I couldn’t. The more attached that I got to Damian the more I realized that I couldn’t stand what I was doing. Killing people didn’t make me happy anymore, it just made me worry for him,

“When I asked Ra’s if I could detach myself from the mission side of the organization he agreed. I was so happy, all I would have to do was one last mission, and I could finally have some sort of peace.”

“What was the mission?” Jason questions.

“Murder a diplomat’s daughter, it was for revenge. The man had crossed the League in some way and I had to take care of it. It was nothing I hadn’t done before, so I thought it would be easy. Of course, it wasn’t. When I snuck into her room and saw that she wasn’t any older than Damian, I couldn’t do it, and so I ran and I never went back

“I travelled for a couple of years’ land made money doing jobs as a mercenary as well as I could eventually Talia came for me and after what was supposed to be a fight to the death ended in a stalemate, she told me that she’d left Damian, in the care of his father and I couldn’t help but want to find him and see what type of heathen’s care she’d left Damian in.”

“And you found Bruce.”

“Exactly, and then I told him my story. He allowed me to work for him and gave me a new name.”

“That can’t be all there is too it, how did you convince him to help you?”

“Damian helped, the rest is private,” you say with a teasing smile on your face causing the faces of the boys to flush in embarrassment and elicit a chuckle from Bruce.

“I can’t tell you everything I’ve done, or who I’ve hurt, I don’t want to go back to that place, but I hope you know I want nothing more than to protect not just Damian, but you guys too,” you end with a warm smile on your face.

“Also,” Bruce interjects, “If she was an evil mastermind you all did a horrible job at letting her know that you were on to her. That whispering you were doing on the plane, absolutely horrible.”

“It was a small space, the sound probably bounced off the walls, we were perfectly stealthy,” Dick rationalizes.

“I told you that you both were being ridiculous,” Jason says pushing himself away from the table, standing up and stretching.

“It’s not like she wasn’t an assassin though, she’s just the good kind,” Tim says with a shrug and then turns his attention to you, “Sorry we thought you were going to kidnap us.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m happy that you all are so proactive. There so much I could teach you all,” you saw swooning slightly, “Non-lethal things of course.”

“Sorry for thinking you were an evil monster,” Dick said sheepishly. “Hopefully we can get to know each other while on vacation.”

“Weeelll,” you start your fingers fidgeting slightly, “Technically I’m the only one on vacation.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly reengaging in the conversation.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to leave Gotham for a week unprotected without a reason, did you?” Bruce interjected.

“So, this,” Dick motioned to the room, “Is part of the mission,”

“If it makes you feel better, I picked out the hotels and the rooms, wanted you to be comfortable when you come back to rest,” you say with a sweet smile.

“Ugh,” the three boys groan in unison.

“Honestly, you all were so distracted you didn’t notice the obvious recon that Ummi and I were doing earlier,” Damian says haughtily.

You flush at the term of endearment, but only Bruce seems to notice as he glances over at you with a smile.

“What recon?” Tim questions skeptically, glancing between the two of you.

“The man at the gift shop is a smuggler,” you say matter of factly, “We believe that he is smuggling ingredients into the island for Scarecrow and a new fear toxin he’s working on.”

“What?!” They question.

“And the woman who was working the bar, is the daughter of one of the chemists act the facility,” Damian said bringing up an image on his phone showing the bartender hugging a woman in a lab coat.

“Why, didn’t you say anything?” Tim questioned Bruce.

“A house divided can’t stand,” Bruce said simply, “You all were so worried about what she might do you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. There is already a chance that some of us may accidently get exposed to the toxin, so I brought you as back up. But having you distracted by the fear that you all built up would have made the situation almost impossible to navigate.”

The boys look away slightly ashamed.

“Well then,” you say finishing off your drink. “You boys better get ready, the suns about to set and the quicker you wrap this up the quicker we can have an actual vacation.”

Dick looks at you with a smirk, “Let’s get started then.”

Peace Out.

TW: major character death
Ask someone, anyone, how they’d like to die. Most of the time, you’re going to get an answer that’s pretty similar to each other.

‘In my sleep.’

‘I don’t want to feel it.’

‘Old age.’

Nobody wants to go out guns blazing, they don’t want to go out in some horrible accident. Not murdered, nothing of the sort.

How do they want to die?


That’s how it turned out once Team Voltron had defeated Lotor, the Galran empire, Zarkon and Haggar, the whole lot of them.

The universe was saved.
Everything was the way they had fought for it to have been nearly a year ago.

A year ago.

Sitting here now, in the castle, watching his teammates whoop and holler in joy, in triumph, Lance couldn’t join them.

He could only give a small smile, turn on his heel, and stalk off slowly. It would be selfish and unfair to ruin their moment.

The moment he wouldn’t be around to enjoy much longer. He only had a week.

In a week, Lance would die.

It wasn’t like Lance didn’t know of course. He had known for nearly a year now.

Living in Cuba, it was common in the area he lived in to pick up odd illnesses. Bitten by bugs, scratched by a foreign object, anything could pass on a disease.

His little sister nearly died after contracting a deadly illness in the lake near their house. Something in the water when she accidentally swallowed it.

She had only been three at the time, and it wasn’t until she was five that she’d been cured of it.

Lance had gotten sick on his travel from Cuba to the Garrison. He had never traveled so far, or so long, and it had taken a toll on him.

It was just a little chest pain and a head cold, it would be fine within the week.

And it was.
For a few months.

About a week before they went into space, Lance had gone down to the infirmary to get a pain checked out.

His heart had been deteriorating, the muscles that kept it going would die out faster than they were supposed to.

Lance was told that in about a year, they would give out, just like that.

All because of a little plane trip with a few stops, and a hereditary disease he had never been told about.

Lance decided he would tell no one at the Garrison, none of his friends at least. The staff knew perfectly well, but only pushed him harder.

So from that day forward, Lance tried his hardest to make everyone happy. To make everyone smile, to make his impact on the world before he was no longer in it.

It wasn’t something that could be healed in a healing pod, or saved with medication.

It was just the end of the line for Lance.

And now, he had less than a week left.
He’d wanted to do more in this year.

But at the same time, he had done so much.

“Hey Lance! Where ya going?” Hunk called from behind the blue paladin as Lance tried to walk off.

“Lance? Hey, we just saved the universe! Come on, get over here and join in the celebration!”

“There’s a parade in our favor!”

Lance sighed, smiling. Make everyone happy while he still could, right? He lifted his was and turned, peeking immediately as he walked off.

“Parade? Why didn’t you say so! See mullet, told ya there’d be a parade.” He laughed, clapping Keith on the back as he made it over.

“Good job, everyone. We’re proud.”

A burst of pride went through Lance, the last one out of the castles double doors and a chorus of cheers from the inhabitants of the universe filled their ears.

Voltron had defeated Lotor and his family’s evil, yet still managed to save those who were against the rebellion.

Galra and other species alike were free, and they could go on with their lives.


Lance felt like not much had been done this year, but yes, he had done so much.

He made friends, a family he could call his own. Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, Allura, Coran, and he’ll even Keith.

The blue paladin had bettered himself as a person, he’d connected with himself and became the best he could be with the help of a huge ass metal lion.

He would be remembered in the eyes of many. He’d made a lasting impressions on creatures all throughout space.

Lance McClain was the hero he’d always aspired to be, and now he’d made so many more people happier.

Lance McClain bettered so many more lives.

If you asked Lance in the following days how he wanted to go, he wouldn’t have given you any other option than the way it was supposed to be.

Lance wouldn’t die of old age.

It would probably hurt, yeah.

And there was a good chance it wouldn’t happen in his sleep. Maybe it would.

Lance wouldn’t die in any of these ways, destiny had already decided that one for him.

But Lance would die peacefully knowing that he had saved the universe. He had made so many people happy while he could.

His smile would live on even after his space family found him dead in the hallway, not a pulse to be felt.

They’d tell his jokes for years.

Alien kids would chant at lunch “When I say Vol, you say tron!” And there would always be that kid who didn’t get it.

Maybe his life was cut short.
Maybe he could have lived on to do so much more than what he’d been given in the time he had.

But what he did do, in that last year, with a decaying heart and a sometimes fake smile?

Well, that was something not every sharpshooter could do.

Lance didn’t get to live a full life.
But it was peaceful in the end.

Baby, Baby

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Visiting Kiseok on tour was always one of your favorite things to do. It took you away from your everyday life for a few moments, it gave you the opportunity to see Kiseok and the other members of your second family in person and not through a screen, and it gave you the opportunity to see exactly what life was like on the road and the things that he experienced on a daily basis. It gave you that insight and helped you to realize exactly what he was going through when he was away from home and you really appreciated the chance to experience his work life, even if it was only for a moment.

Usually, before you visited him on tour, you’d keep some of the things that were happening in your life a little quieter. You wouldn’t share them as quickly as you would have otherwise or you wouldn’t share as many details just so that you had something to tell him, some news to give, when you met him in whatever country he happened to be in. After your first tour visit, you’d started doing this and it generally gave you something to think about other than how much you missed him or how excited you were to see him.

And if they were all away from Korea, you tried to bring them little tokens of home. You’d bring candy or figurines, you’d even brought a packet of noodles once. Anything to help them all ease their homesickness a bit and be more comfortable on the road was fair game. You’d bring gifts for everyone, none more special than the other. You wanted them all to feel that love and support so you tried to play fair.

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itsmothermercy  asked:

Heck my dude, would it be alright to see a little bit of a mermaid AU? (Hanzo or Jesse being mer, im not picky!) (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

Hanzo stared into his nets, heart plummetting into his stomach. There was blood, so much blood and screaming. There was a person trapped in the nets, flailing below the teeming mass of fish. A bright flash of red and gold fabric was lost among the flashes of silver.

He swore, bursting into action and dragging the catch onto the deck. It took tortuously long seconds to swing the boom and deposit the mess. He dashed to it, sliding in the flood of water despite his heavy boots.

“I’ll get you out, do not panic,” he called in Japanese, knife flashing in the sun as he started cutting the net open. Ignoring the cost of his livelihood as he slashed it apart to get to the man inside.

His eyes were closed, panting heavily without moving. He didn’t respond to Hanzo’s calls and the fisherman slogged through the mass of fish. Fins slashed and stabbed at his arms. Some pricking bright buds of crimson to his skin through his sweater. 

“Stay calm,” he crooned, not sure if the man could understand him. He was not Japanese, western by the color of his skin and English text tattooed on his arm.

Hanzo knelt at the man’s side, stroking the hair out of his eyes. Shells and bits of colorful sea glass were woven against the dark brown, glittering in the sun. 

“Hello?” He ran his hand down the man’s face and over his mouth. There was breathing, faint and struggling. He leaned down to put his ear to the man’s heart and breathed a sigh of relief. 

it was strong.

“Hang on,” Hanzo wished he could communicate with the man, sliding to the source fo bright red. The man’s left arm was tangled deep in the net’s fibers, crimson bubbling up from a deep slice.

He straddled the man’s bicep, locking it in place with his thighs. He had to do this without interruption. He worked with care, ignoring the man’s gasps of pain and cries. He fought the bucking, settling his ass hard on the man’s shoulder as he freed the injured limb. Blood ran freely, the wound deep and ragged. Hanzo ripped his hair tie out and bound the cotton over the gash. 

“I must get you inside. We must disinfect the wound.” Hanzo stood up, steady despite the rock of the boat. There was little time to consider the how and whys of his sudden injured guest, only the need to help.

Warm brown eyes caught his gaze, pulling at his soul like gravity and the man wordlessly raised his hand. Hanzo took it, suddenly unable to speak as he realized just how much bigger the stranger was. Not just broad in the chest but larger, longer and Hanzo’s hand was engulfed completely. 

He swallowed hard, cheeks red and raw from the ocean breeze as he began to pull. The man began to rise from the mess of fish and netting, his red and gold serape tattered around his hips.

It shifted and the sun flashed blindingly bright off what was below. it froze Hanzo, eyes wide and heart in his mouth. He couldn’t look away as a massive tail swished over the deck, scattering the fish and a massive fin rose. Droplets like diamonds were flung through the air. Golden scales more precious and shining than the finest coins rippled in a sensual line.

It flowed smoothly up to merge into the smooth tanned skin of the man’s hips, just below the deep cut line of bone and muscle. A trail of scales arched up to tease over the hard plane of his stomach in place of hair.

The hand over his tightened gently and the merman’s lips parted to speak. All Hanzo could see were the heavy fangs that hung in his mouth, far longer than any human-canine.

A pained smile and the man was speaking again, slower and slightly higher in pitch. This time Hanzo registered the sound, heart thundering painfully as he foolishly looked into the man’s eyes again.

“I’m Jesse.” The merman shifted to try to sit up, tail slapping to brace on the wet deck. “I think… you saved my life. but I’d hate to lose it anyway.” He looked pointedly at the bloody bandage on his arm.

“I am Hanzo.” He swallowed around the disbelief in his throat. “I will fetch the first aid kit.” 

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anonymous asked:

You go on holiday abroad with all the members as friends for a vacation and photoshoots and fall in love with a member fluff plz

so I went with Wonwoo! ♥ lmao I didn’t feel like/didn’t want to specify where exactly this “abroad” is, so you can use your imagination, but fairly close to Korea either way.

When you had first head of the opportunity to join Seventeen on their trip abroad for a vacation that also included some photoshoots for their next album, you didn’t even have to think about your answer.

A trip with thirteen of your best friends? No one would be able to keep you from going.

The preparations were exciting, with your group chat being filled with “What are you taking with you?” and “Can you believe we’re leaving in two days?” instead of the usual bantering. Naturally that didn’t exactly disappear, either, but it was obviously overshadowed by the excitement for the trip.

When the day of the flight finally came, you met up with the boys and some of their staff members at the airport - you didn’t even have to ask them where they were, because if the familiar, bright hair of Joshua, Jihoon or Minghao didn’t catch your attention, the noisiness sure did. 

“Geez, you’re attracting everyone’s attention,” you said while laughing when you reached the boys, who just laughed at you, and some of them gave you quick, excited hugs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess this was your first trip overseas.”

“It’s as exciting every time as it was the first, you know,” Soonyoung said with a grin, and all the others agreed. You shrugged with a bright smile taking over your features.

“I guess that’s understandable,” you replied and looked around. “Are we going to check in soon?”

Vernon hummed to Check-In quietly while fiddling with his phone and Seungcheol joined him (you could barely stop yourself from joining in, too), whereas Seungkwan exchanged a few words with the staff members and turned to you. “We should move there now, yeah.”

So you did, and an hour or so later you were all boarding the plane, looking for your seats and putting your hand luggage up to the overhead locker with casual chattering, now noticeably quieter than at the airport. The flight wouldn’t be longer than four or five hours, you could recall, and you found yourself seated between Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

For most of the flight, you listened to music and stole glances at the book Wonwoo was reading. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was dozing off for… well, pretty much the whole flight, with his jacket spread over himself and his eye mask making sure he wasn’t disturbed by light. You looked at him every now and then, only to smile when you noticed that he was still sleeping.

When Wonwoo got a small box of candy from his pocket, he nudged you lightly and gave you a small smile when you took one of your earphones off and turned to look at him curiously. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, sure,” you said, still surprised, and stuck your hand forward so that Wonwoo could give you some of the candy. It wasn’t particularly sweet, but tasted good nevertheless. You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He shook his head, his nose crinkling a little with the wideness of his smile, and put the box back into his pocket before returning to the book he was reading.

“I could’ve taken some, too,” Seungkwan muttered from his seat on the other side of the aisle, and got a chuckle from Wonwoo.

“I might give you some later if you behave well,” he said amusedly, and Seungkwan squinted almost dramatically.

“What do you mean ‘behave well’?” the younger one asked and leaned closer, only to get a quirked eyebrow from Wonwoo.

“You’ll see.”

The plane landed on time, and after you had all gotten your luggage, you moved to a bus that had been reserved for you well beforehand in order for you to get to the hotel. During the journey, Chan excitedly told you about his list of things he wanted to do during the trip, with Minghao occasionally commenting “I want to do that, too” and Seungcheol chipping in with a realistic “Remember that there might not be enough time for all of that.”

Chan nodded, and while he was still smiling brightly, it was obvious that he hadn’t taken into account how much time doing everything on the list would take. His voice was a mere mumble when he eyed his list. “I’ll have to choose the most important ones, then…”

The hotel was admittedly more extravagant than you had expected it to. It wasn’t quite a 5-star one, but it was so much more than you had imagined. Even the members were all in awe when you entered the lobby with your suitcases, meanwhile the staff members had content smiles on their faces - after all, they had known exactly what kind of a place they were headed to.

“This place looks really expensive,” you muttered, still incredibly amazed, and got agreeing hums from the members.

Mingyu whistled quietly. “Gotta be careful here, huh.”

The members laughed, but with how grand their surroundings were, the laughter wasn’t quite as explosive as it normally was. You got to the reception, where you were given your keys - and told that you and Wonwoo would be sharing a room.

“That’s gotta be a mistake,” you said, stunned, and looked at the details on the screen. The receptionist smiled politely.

“As you can see, it is not,” they said and showed the computer screen to you and the others. Wonwoo nodded slowly while you continued staring at the screen in disbelief.

“Well… it should be fine, right? It’s a twin room, anyway, and not a double,” he said calmly. Some of the other members were almost grinning at the situation, and you turned to face Wonwoo slowly.

“Are you sure? It won’t be weird or anything?” you asked unsurely and accepted your key from the receptionist with a quick “Thank you”, still looking at Wonwoo. He nodded.

“We’re friends, it shouldn’t be weird,” he said, and gave you a small smile. “Now come on and let’s let Seungkwan and Vernon get their key.”

“Those two should not be roomed together,” Joshua mumbled to himself, and you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled. “After Soonyoung and Seokmin, they’re the pair to get the most notifications about loud noise. It’s like they lose track of time.”

You nodded while laughing and looking at the two getting their key, who were glaring at Joshua. “We’re not that bad.”

“Y/N can be the judge of that, considering your room is next to ours,” Wonwoo said with a chuckle, and you grinned at Seungkwan and Vernon.

“You have a week to show that you’re not that bad,” you laughed, to which Seungkwan declared that the challenge had been accepted.

Little by little you began moving to your rooms, and Wonwoo let you into yours as well. The room, while simple, was also more sizeable than you had expected. Again, it wasn’t very big, but you had more room than you would’ve at a cheaper hotel.

“Your agency’s really overdone itself this time,” you said with a quiet chuckle as you got into the room and sat on one of the beds, pleasantly soft yet not too much so. Wonwoo shut the door and nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” he admitted, and sat on the other bed. He sighed quietly. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I feel you,” you said and let out a yawn while looking at the clock on the wall. “It’s 10pm… you think we could sneak out of the group dinner and just grab something small from the store downstairs?”

Wonwoo grinned widely at your suggestion. “Leave it to me to talk us out of it.”

He left the room soon, and you lay down on the bed with your phone. Ten minutes or so later he returned, at first with a straight face, but it soon changed into a smile. “No group dinner for us, the manager was really understanding.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed in joy and got up from the bed in an instant, while Wonwoo laughed at you from the door. “So, snacks when they’ve left?”

And Wonwoo nodded.

When the others were leaving, Seungcheol still dropped by the door to make sure the two of you absolutely didn’t have the energy to come, and with how tired you were, it wasn’t a difficult task to show him just how awfully tired you were. So, the others left, and you and Wonwoo were free to go to the store downstairs to buy snacks and whatever nice you could find that would suppress your hunger enough.

And soon you were sitting on the bed Wonwoo had claimed, both dressed in your sleepwear and with a big bag of snacks and food between you.

“This was a great idea,” you said between bites of the bagel you had bought, and Wonwoo chuckled quietly while picking up another dried mango.

“It really was,” he said, his voice so soft that you couldn’t help but notice it. You moved your eyes from the food to him, and tilted your head a little, taking in how happy Wonwoo looked.

Then it hit you: during the time you had known Seventeen, you had not once been alone with Wonwoo the way you were now. And it was enjoyable, much more so than you could’ve imagined.

A small smile spread to your lips as you took another bite of your bagel.

You didn’t manage to finish all of the food, but neither of you minded: you just agreed that you could snack on it in the morning if you felt like it. 

It was a bit after midnight that the two of you were finally getting your blankets over yourselves and reaching for the lights on the wall. Happy smiles played on both of your lips when you said “Good night” in unison.

The week-long vacation proved out to be a lot more eventful than you had expected. You joined Seventeen on their photoshoots, ate meals with them and had an amazing time with all of your friends, but there was something - someone - that made you feel just a bit more excited than anything else.

Jeon Wonwoo.

It was like sharing a room with him had made you see him in a new light or something, even though he hadn’t really done anything out of the ordinary. He had simply been himself - his friendly, sweet, attractive self - and that was enough to give your heart some extra beats and make your cheeks gain color more often than usual.

On the fourth day of the trip, you were walking along a market street in the evening, and Wonwoo joined you out of the blue.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice as low and husky as it always was, and you gave him a smile.

“I’m thinking about what to buy for my family,” you replied and looked at the booths around you, filled with small accessories, food and whatever you could think of. Wonwoo hummed in understanding with a soft smile spreading to his lips.

“Souvenirs, huh,” he noted, and you nodded. When he wrapped his arm around you, you couldn’t help but yelp - and blush when Wonwoo laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly and tried to tell your heart to just beat a little slower, which it naturally did not do. Instead, it continued the rapid hammering inside of your chest for a good while, and Wonwoo pulling you closer to himself didn’t really help it.

Eventually you managed to finally find something to your family, and it seemed like most of the others did, too. Or so you easily concluded from Seungkwan excitedly saying “I’m sure mom will like this,” and Mingyu running to you from a store, holding a small bag while yelling “Guys! I finally found something for my sister!”

You had dinner, and towards the end of the evening you and Wonwoo retreated to your room like you did every evening. You let out a sigh as you put your things down and got on the bed, lying down immediately - you were exhausted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “Are you not used to that much walking?”

You clicked your tongue and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Not so much the walking, but the fact that it’s almost 11pm and we left the hotel at 9 in the morning.”

“True,” he hummed and put his bags down, only keeping one on his lap as he dug through it. You lay down again and let out a long yawn. When he had found what he had been looking for, Wonwoo smiled to himself and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat when Wonwoo reached for your hand and placed something on it. “I thought you’d like this.”

You sat up, and before looking at what was on your hand, you took a good look at Wonwoo, who was almost avoiding your gaze and whose cheeks were noticeably more colored than they were when you had gotten into the room, and you were certain it wasn’t just the fatigue.

When you looked at your palm, you were met with a beautiful, simple silver-colored bracelet. Your heart felt warm at the small heart-shaped details on it that you couldn’t see unless you got it really close to your eye. “You really didn’t have to.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “But I wanted to. I wanted to get you something nice, so I did.”

“Thank you,” you said softly and moved to sit next to Wonwoo on the edge of your bed, smiling. “I really like it. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t buy you that expecting to get anything in exchange, so don’t worry.”

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

“Why do you have to be so nice?” you asked in a whisper, and Wonwoo chuckled as he leaned his head against yours.

“What do you mean?” he asked amusedly. You sighed.

“You’re just… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you said with a pout, and slowly lifted your face. Wonwoo looked down at you as well as he could from the odd angle before laughing and pulling a bit further away. You stared into his eyes, your heart fluttering because of the intense, deep gaze in them. “You have me weak.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while. He let your words sink in one by one, and eventually he gave you a warm smile while his hand found yours to hold. “I could say the same. For some reason you give me this fuzzy feeling even when you’ve just gotten out of bed with your hair pointing in all directions.”

You snorted at his comment, despite the rapid beating of your heart. “You make me feel that way even when you’ve got your hair up with a hair band and a face mask covering your face.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “You beat me.”

Another short moment of silence fell over you, and at the end of it you got yourself under Wonwoo’s right arm so that you could hug him while sitting next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“So it’s okay if I kinda… think I might be falling for you? Like, it’s okay to say it?” you asked bluntly, your voice a bit shaky, and listened to Wonwoo’s heartbeat. It was amazing how it was about as quick as yours was.

Without giving it much thought, Wonwoo gave you a small peck on the top of your head. “It’s definitely okay, and I hope it’s okay for me to say that, too.”

You were about to answer him, and okay, maybe you were also about to give him a quick peck on his cheek, but either way, you were interrupted by a loud noise from the room next to yours, which effectively killed the mood.

“…I think I won the bet,” you said with a giggle, and Wonwoo nodded with an amused smile on his lips, too, while the noise kept going on. Seungkwan and Vernon were playing music that they sang loudly on top of, and by the sounds of it, they were probably also dancing, and definitely not in one place.

“You also lost one.” You looked at Wonwoo with a dumbfound expression, and he grinned so that his nose crinkled - your heart skipped a beat. “Remember a few years ago when you and Seungcheol had the debate on whether you’d be able to be friends with us for five years without falling for any of us, and you said you’d be able to go on for ten years without that? Well, look at you now.”

You blushed and pursed your lips. “…If we ever become, you know, more, do you think we could keep this lowkey for, let’s say, seven years?”

Wonwoo snorted. “No chance.”

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REQUEST: I Will Be [Ravus/Reader] Part 1

0.o Wow, you guys really love Ravus, huh? :D I don’t blame you! And I’m glad that you like my depiction of Ravus! >///< Just makes me feel all warm and tingly inside that you trust me with writing him! The request details are under the cut. This is the continuation from QED.

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~ Quick note: You asked for a headcanon, but I raise you one and give you an entire fic.

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The mood was dark on the train ride back to the city [from the AIDS Clinical Trials Group (ACTG) conference]. Mark Harrington was deeply traumatized by the blithe disregard for gay and black people’s lives. He received a call from Scott Johnson, whose illness had propelled Harrington into AIDS activism. Initially deprived of aerosol pentamidine, he had come down with a hideous case of PCP [(pneumocystis pneumonia, a preventable infection that was the number one cause of death among people with AIDS, largely due to the FDA’s sluggishness in approving and recommending the readily available prophylactic treatment for use in people with AIDS)]. Having survived that, he now had the wasting syndrome, presumably associated with a massive AIDS-related intestinal infection caused by Mycobacterium avium-intracellulare, or MAI. The mycobacteria are present in everyday drinking water, of little concern to most people. In [people with AIDS (PWAs)], the organisms disseminated wildly, destroying intestinal linings and eating away at the lungs, spleen, and lymph glands. The condition was increasingly common, and AIDS experts from Texas predicted that MAI would eventually imperil most, if not all, PWAs who did not die from another HIV-related event. Yet in the chaotic and random federal research effort, there was not a single MAI study ongoing or planned.

After a grueling four months of diarrhea Johnson didn’t think he had more than a week to go. He called from San Francisco to say farewell. “It’s too late for me now,” he said.

Harrington jumped on a plane as soon as he could. When he saw Johnson on Christmas Day, he was shocked by his shrunken appearance, his straw-like hair, and his eyes opened wide by malnutrition. Johnson had enough energy to sit up on his sofa for a visit that day. On January 3, [1990,] he no longer did. “I wish it were over,” Johnson said during their second visit, sipping liquid morphine and squirming painfully in bed. In a few days, his wish came true.

At the following Monday’s ACT UP meeting Harrington revealed a boiling rage. “We had some useful information,” he said, referring to the ACTG conference. “But the whole network is not going to be enrolling any new patients for months because they’re changing their data center. They’re not going to be able to start any new trials. They’re not doing any opportunistic infections studies. They’re at a standstill, because they’re changing their data center!”

From the back of the room, someone called out, “We have to have a demonstration.”

For the next many months, the activists talked about almost nothing else. There was a hunger for vengeance. Who will be held accountable for these unnecessary deaths, Harrington wondered, this slaughter by unaccountable bureaucracy?

—  David France, How to Survive a Plague: The Inside Story of How Citizens and Science Tamed AIDS (2016), Pt. 3, Ch. 6.
Maid of Honor (a Kyungsoo one shot)

You stood in front of your floor length mirror wearing the dress. This was the dress you would be wearing as your best friend, your better half, your soulmate, got married. You were the maid of honor. Hyunsoo. The person who was by your side through everything, your first love, your first heart break, her first love, her second, and third. You shared music and clothes and shoes and secrets. Everything. She was it. And she was irreplaceable.

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request:  Could u do one where y/n is dancing around the kitchen to like jazz/big band style music and harry comes home/downstairs whatever and joins in and just thinks it’s the cutest thing? Tysm

hello loves! hope the americans had a lovely fourth of july yesterday. i decided to change up this request just a tad, but still to the main idea of it. anyways, keep sending in requests from my NEW writing list, because i like to switch things up, or whatever you want. but don’t worry, if you requested from the other writing list, then i will still be doing those. hope you enjoy!

You had never been as proud of someone in your life as you had been of Harry. He was accomplishing everything that he had set out to do, and you couldn’t have been more proud of your husband or your heart could burst. With his first solo album doing astonishingly well, along with his first tour, he had set out to put another single into the world. After releasing it, you loved every part of it. How raw his voice sounded in it, how the instruments truly worked with the piece, how the lyrics just rolled off of his tongue. You fell in love with him all over again, just by a song. He hadn’t been home when it was released, he was off in America while you were at your London home. While you did love to travel with him, you had a deadline that you wouldn’t be able to turn in while in a different country. But you still stayed up on the night it was released to hear it for the first time. You called him around 3 am, when you knew he would be up for the day to congratulate him. He was of course bashful about all of it, but you knew he was proud of himself as well. He was returning home in a couple of days to be on Radio One with Nick, so you were more than happy to see your husband after a long two months. 

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 541
warning : smut
summary : (based on the song ‘’Fuck Away The Pain” by Divide The Day)
* not my gif
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note : (to the anon who requested it) it’s the first time i am writing something like this 🙈 hope you like how it turned out 😅…

Y/N sat on the bar , her finger tracing the edges of the glass in front of her. It wasn’t how she had imagined spending her evening but having your entire life turn upside down in an instant demanded drastic measures. Usually drinking would never be her solution for dealing with pain , only this time it was all too much for her to handle with a pile of rocky road ice cream. No. The events from the past few hours had broken her in ways she never thought existed.
“Seven months.” she said gulping her third glass with bourbon at once , motioning to the bartender for another. Her left elbow resting on the bar as her fingers rubbed her tempels. “You date someone for seven months. This person - becomes your entire life. You move in together and everything is perfect… He tells you he loves you and then all of the sudden - he starts fooling with other girls behind your back as if you are nothing but a - a toy to be used and thrown away until you want it again. A slave , not a human being. ” The bartender kept drying the glasses , only raising his eyebrows and nodding from time to time. “Not to mention the way he chose to break up with me ! Absolutely unbelievable that guy …” said Y/N pulling out her phone. “Listen to this ‘Sorry babe. It’s over. What we had was fun but I’m not into it anymore. P.S. I’ll be coming to get my xbox tomorrow.’ … Fun ?!? He talks about our relationship as if it was a trip to Disneyland ! Who knows , maybe to him that’s exactly what it was.”
Y/N left her phone on the bar smashing her fist angrily on it. “Hit me again. Something stronger … whiskey , tequila. Mix it up I don’t give a damn what it would be. ” she said starting to slur her words. “I need it all erased from my head otherwise I might feel sorry for smashing his precious xbox to bits with a hammor and buy him a new one…and that idiot doesn’t deserve anything from me or anyone else.”
“I think you’ve had more than enough to drink.” said the bartender.
“You think ?!” she said incrediously. “My life is over. O-V-E-R , over ! He ripped out my heart from my chest without even blinking and trust me , I’ve seen that happen more times than you can imagine. Only then when those idiots lost their hearts - they died permanently the second time around. Instead I am stuck living with the pain of everything he had done.”
“Yep. You are cut off.”

Kai sat at the far end of the bar , listening in with his vampire hearing. It appeared Y/N was going to try and drink her way through every single bottle with alcohol in the bar and wasn’t planing on taking a ‘no’ as an answer. He was all for it except she was a human and he wasn’t planing on letting her ruin her life because of some ass who couldn’t appreciate her for the kind person she was and broke her heart. No. Y/N reached behind the bar grabbing one of the bottles , slapping the bartender’s hand away as he protested and tried to take the bottle away.
“Oh-kay. That would be my cue..” muttered Kai , briskly shortening the distance between him and Y/N.

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FATHER’S DAY Anon Request: Hi! I thought this would be a cute Drabble, but turns out I actually want a full on oneshot/imagine lol. It’s a Daddy!Sebastian oneshot, where you two have a daughter and she’s born deaf. And the imagine basically goes through the process of raising her, learning sign language, from infanthood all the way to her high school graduation. I just think it’d be super cute if Seb had a deaf child, we’re the best😂. There’s so much culture involved with Deafness and having Deaf family. It’s wonderful!

Tags: fluff, adorable father!Seb

A/N: I chose to name the daughter Francis since St. Francis is the patron saint of the deaf. (please do not be offended by this if you are not religious/don’t believe in the saints–also I’m not insinuating that anyone who isn’t religious/doesn’t believe in the saints is wrong or subject to getting angry over something so small. I just really want everyone to come out and have a good time and enjoy reading regardless of race/religion/sex/sexual orientation. I seriously love everyone so yeah..kind of long ‘disclaimer(?)’)

As always, Requests are OPEN and I’m always ready to talk about whatever anyone wants :)

Sebastian was over the moon when his wife texted him a picture of her positive pregnancy test while he was at work. The couple had been trying to get pregnant for almost a year, using all of the different methods of determining fertilization, planning their weeks around procreating, and making sure (Y/N) wasn’t under any stress, but nothing seemed to work until one crazy night they spent together in a hot tub before Sebastian had to leave for an assignment. He had only been filming for a week before receiving (Y/N)’s text and immediately flying home to be with her. 

He went to her first few appointments before she forced him to get back to work, promising that she will be okay during the next two months. Sebastian was beyond reluctant to miss any part of his wife’s pregnancy, but after much debate and (Y/N) calling his mother to consult, he decided that if he had to miss any part of it, the first trimester would be the easiest. Of course she would be throwing up the entire time, having hot flashes, and easily aggravated, but she had made the decision a long time ago to not take out any of her anger resulting from the pregnancy out on Sebastian…until they were in the delivery room.

(Y/N) loved every minute of being pregnant when Sebastian was around. The second he stepped off the plane and into the airport, he spotted his wife: her hair longer, breasts fuller, and stomach rounding out with his child. He ran to her and hesitated to hug her, not wanted to press himself against her too forcefully, and afraid of crushing the baby in her. Through the second trimester and into the third, he was more attentive during classes and about her body than she was. 

About a month and a half before the due date, Sebastian and (Y/N) were headed toward an event for his friend’s business when he accidently ran a red light. Another vehicle collided with the passenger side of the vehicle, sending (Y/N) to the hospital and into an emergency early labor.

Despite being premature, their daughter was relatively healthy. Of course there were be diseases she would be more susceptible to due to a weakened immune system, but that was something they could deal with. As long as their baby girl was healthy, (Y/N) was happy. Sebastian on the other hand was overwhelmed with guilt. He was too afraid to slam on the breaks so he tried to hurry through the light only to injure his wife and lead to their child being born with underdeveloped cochleas.

(Y/N) remembered when her nephews were around the same age as her daughter and in terms of physical progression–rolling over, crawling, pulling up, walking–she was matching up with them well, but her verbal progression hadn’t advanced past incoherent noises. Neither Sebastian, nor (Y/N) noticed their daughter’s issue until she was enrolled in daycare. The preschool teachers taught the younger children with verbal and sign commands and requests. For instance, when the teachers asked if the children wanted more snacks, they would make flattened ‘O’s with their hands and then bring them together. They taught the children how to say they were hungry, thirsty, done eating, and many others. Slowly, Sebastian started to notice the increase of motions to communicate with her parents during mealtimes. 

“(Y/N),” Sebastian called to his wife as he fed their daughter one morning. “Look closely at what Francis is doing.” Sebastian set down the spoon he was using to feed the girl with and her large blue eyes, inherited from her father, shined up at him with a quiver in her lips. Hurriedly, she pushed her tiny, flattened ‘O’ hands together and started to whimper. Quickly, Sebastian formed the same signs with his hands and mimicked her pattern, a confused look on his face. The girl’s eyes lit up and she screeched in joy as soon as she saw her father pick up the spoon to feed her again.

“Her daycare teacher teaches all of the kids sign language,” (Y/N) explained to her husband while sitting down beside him.

“But watch this,” he interrupted. Again, he dropped the spoon and Francis formed the signs, her small arms moving faster and faster as she saw her father’s lips move but not his hands. The same confused look on his face, coupled with his voice asking “do you want more?” only lead his daughter to start screaming in anxiety as she realized her dad couldn’t understand her.  As soon as Sebastian mimicked her sign, her screams stopped, the tears rolling down her face subsided, and her distressed face changed to an open mouth as soon as she realized he knew what she meant. “Babe,” Sebastian’s voice was weak as he looked up to his wife, afraid of vocalizing his thought. “I think Francis may be deaf.” A few doctors appointments later, the family had arrived at a diagnosis. The emergency induction caused by the accident lead to Francis being born before her cochleas were properly formed.

As they left the hospital, Sebastian could hardly place Francis in her carseat before breaking down. He buckled her in as his wife packed the stroller into the trunk, whispering lightly to himself “Daddy’s so sorry, Frannie. I’m so, so sorry.” (Y/N) could hear her husband’s helpless voice coo to their daughter as she walked up to the car. He wiped his eyes along his sleeves, trying to hide his tears from (Y/N) as she stood before him.

“Seb,” she called out as he fumbled with the carseat. “Babe, what’s the matter?”

“Francis will never be able to hear us,” he stated coldly as he dropped his hands from his daughter’s seatbelt, “and it’s all my fault!” She hurried toward him and he dropped his head onto her shoulder.

“Seb, this is not your fault,” she called as she rubbed her hand along his back.

“If I would have just stopped at that light, she would be okay,” he sighed while rubbing his hands through his hair and staring angrily at the sky.

“She is okay,” (Y/N) stated.

“She can’t hear us, (Y/N)!” Sebastian shouted in aggravation. “Our daughter is deaf because I couldn’t stop at a damn stop light. She won’t have a normal life because of me.”

“Stop talking like that,” she snapped at him in the middle of the hospital parking lot. “Francis is going to have a normal life,” she stated firmly. “There are ways to assist her hearing and there are other ways for her to communicate. Sure it will be harder for her at times, but she has an incredible father who is going to help her though it all. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with her!” He clutched at his chest as his wife’s arms lingered around his waist. He stared at his daughter’s dark hair and bright eyes as she giggled up at her dad.

“I love you so much sweetie,” he cooed again. The girl’s eyes went blank as he spoke which sent one of the worst pains he had ever felt coursing through his body. Immediately, (Y/N) grabbed her husband’s hands and folded his middle and ring fingers back, forming the sign for ‘I love you.’ He held it up to their one year old who giggled and stretched her arms out to her father’s face.

Over time, Sebastian would come to accept that a number of things could have happened the day his daughter was born, including both (Y/N) and Francis being killed. The fact that his daughter was born deaf slowly became something that he could accept blame for. He signed himself and his wife up for ASL classes as soon as they got back to their house that day, informed her daycare teacher of their findings, and thanked the woman repeatedly since they were convinced they wouldn’t have noticed until much later than they had.

When Francis turned five and was about to start school, Sebastian was determined to send her to the New York School for the Deaf. He didn’t want his daughter to grow up being bullied the way he had been during school. In most ways, he was completely clueless in how to relate to his daughter’s ability. It wasn’t until he was speaking with his wife about his concerns with Francis going to public school that the connection he had with his daughter’s situation had been there all along. He knew what it was like to be the odd kid out, to not know how to communicate with everyone around him, and to be ridiculed for something he had no real control over. The taunting and bullying he received as soon as he moved to the US for not knowing much English was the closest thing he could imagine Francis’s public school experience to be like. Despite his wife’s assurance that plenty of students with impaired or no hearing did exceptional in public schools, he was dead set on providing the most appropriate upbringing he could for his daughter.

Francis was an exceptionally intelligent young girl. She was aware of her parents’ concerns for her education and wellbeing, but she wasn’t feeling challenged at her specialized school. As much as she loved being around people who understood her and that she could communicate with, she was very much like her mother in the sense that she knew when she wasn’t getting what she wanted out of life. Before middle school started, Francis came to her parents to ask if she could be enrolled in a regular private school. Sebastian was hesitant and terrified of what could happen to his daughter’s self-esteem, but Francis was direct in her reasoning.

The real world isn’t going to coddle me, she explained, and unless I want to work as a teacher for deaf students, I know I need to get better at communicating with people who aren’t deaf.

Reluctantly, Sebastian agreed under his own condition to buy her better hearing aids.

He didn’t want to say he was surprised at how well Francis had excelled in her new school–he knew his daughter had strong convictions about dedication and perseverance, after all, he had helped mould them into her–but he was excited to see her thrive in areas he feared would prove difficult. There weren’t many other kids at her school we also had hearing impairments, but there was a girl in Francis’s art class who learned the ASL alphabet just to tell Francis her name. The two became best friends and the more the girl visited Francis’s home, the more sign language she learned through (Y/N) and Sebastian.

(Y/N) dealt more with their daughter’s concerns about dating than Sebastian did. Francis had come to her mother somewhat in tears over stress and being teased by other girls for the way she sounded on the rare occasion that she spoke. Her mother told Francis that if a deaf man could become one of the world’s most renowned musical composures, then any man should be able to learn to love her for everything about her. It wasn’t until Francis was seventeen that she fully realized all that her father had done for her in the area of dating. As it turns out, one of Francis’s closest guy friends had gathered the courage to ask Francis’s father to teach him some ASL so that he could communicate with Francis in a way she was comfortable with. Seeing the boy’s initiative, Sebastian agreed and managed to keep it a secret from his wife and daughter until the boy decided to ask Francis to prom in front of her parents in sign.

As Sebastian sat alongside his beautiful wife, gazing out across the large crowd of seniors dressed in their graduation robes, he couldn’t help the single tear that streamed down his face. The memory of his breakdown in the hospital parking lot seventeen years ago over his fear of Francis’s life being ruined because of his stupid mistake seemed childish. He hated to think that he could have ever thought of his daughter being less capable of success than anyone else’s child because of her deafness. Sebastian watched intently as the young woman tailored with all of his and his wife’s best features walked onto the stage at graduation to deliver her salutatorian address, both in sign and verbally. Pride swelled in his heart to see how far she had come; her determination to be different as well as her dedication to adapt to the situation she had been born into led her to being one of the most inspirational people in his life.

As soon as Francis finished her speech and the crowd roared with applause, she turned toward the spot in the crowd she had seen her parents in earlier and threw her thumbs, index fingers, and pinky fingers into the air as forcefully as she could, as if shouting her love to them. Both Sebastian and (Y/N) recreated the sign in each of their hands and propelled their arms toward their daughter watching her confidently dominate the stage. “That’s our girl,” Sebastian said through a blinding smile as he wrapped his arms around his wife, kissed her head and continued to beam with pride.


Imagine sharing a bed with Dean when the heat goes out in the Bunker.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Well, my Dean Bean Lovers, here is my first piece of SMUT for 2017. I took my VERY first imagine written on March 4, 2016, and turned it into a full blown fic, smut and all for Mimi’s @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope Challenge. I had a lot of fun writing this. It got away from me, so I hope you like it. As usual, I had to get all fluffy. I’m a fucking sucker for fluff.

Prompt: The heater is broken and you wake up freezing and whoever you’re stuck sharing a bed with offers to share heat via cuddles and even after you deny being cold you can’t help but admit how warm they look and then just relax into their hold as they wrap their arms around you

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These two are beautiful together, I had to write this! Do they have a ship name?!

“Oh man! Do you think Tom Brady will be there? I hear he goes to all those ritzy gala things?” Archie was practically bouncing with excitement as Veronica smiled at the red headed boy.

“I don’t know, there’s so many celebrities it’s hard to see them all.” She shrugged, glancing across the table at Jughead and Betty, trying to gauge their reactions “you two will be coming right?” She asked accusingly, clearly there was no option, she was just asking out of curtesy.

Jughead rubbed the back of his neck
“I don’t know, that kind of seems like the opposite of… my type of…thing.” He finished lamely. He looked to his right, Betty looked nervous, her fingers were tangling in themselves as she chewed on her bottom lip, Jughead had to physically fight the urge to grab her hands and hold them, he hated seeing her like this. She finally spoke

“I just don’t think… I’m not sure I belong in a place like that Veronica, those people are so.. ya know.. with the models and the actresses. You fit in perfectly, you’re pretty much the definition of old Hollywood, I’m just… well I’m just plain old Betty Cooper.” She smiled sadly before continuing “besides… a gala? In New York? Thats big time, are you sure you’d even want us small town kids crashing it?” She asked curiously, this was a big deal, one of the biggest events of the year, what on earth would they do at a place like that?

“Umm hello, first of all you’re beautiful, you give Blake Lively a run for her money, and secondly, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you guys could handle it. My dad.. well, we need to keep up appearances and I always bring a group to these types of events, unfortunately they were all upperclass elite bitches, thankfully I have you guys now! you cannot leave me without my best friend! Come on B, It’ll be fun, what do you say? Be my entourage?” Veronica folded her hands and pouted.

Betty but her lip again and looked over to Jughead, he shrugged his shoulders
“I’m in if you are, might be good for my novel.”

Betty couldn’t fight back the smile as she rolled her eyes at the silly beanie wearing boy, leave it to Jughead to ease her troubled mind
“Alright, I’ll go.” She glanced at Jughead before adding “we’ll go”

Veronica squealed, leaning over the table and wrapping her arms around Betty, pulling Jughead in slightly
“Perfect! It’s tommorow night! Well leave in the morning and get ready in the hotel, I’ll have Smithers take your measurements Jughead and Archie, lord knows you need a suit that fits” she threw over her shoulder at Jughead as he pretended to be insulted, causing Betty to giggle and pat his knee. Turning to Archie Veronica placed a hand to his shoulder “and you mister, we’re getting you your very first suit, and this time..” she narrowed her eyes “no letterman jacket.” Archie put his hands up sheepishly as the table erupted in laughter, Lunch went pretty much the same after that, Veronica going on about all the dresses designers sent to her for free because of her last name and how Betty would look amazing in about all of them.

Jughead could sense Betty’s anxiety, he was very in tune with the blondes emotions, he figured it had something to do with the fact that he had been in love with her for as long as he could remember, but he hated the particular emotion she was feeling right now. Insecurity.
When the final bell rang, signaling lunch was over, Archie and Veronica said their goodbyes as Jughead and Betty headed off the opposite way.

“You know, Veronica was right.” He said quietly as they walked to Betty’s chemistry class, the green eyed beauty looked up , smirking
“Woah, I never thought I’d hear you say that.” Betty joked “what was she right about?”

As they reached the door to her classroom Jughead turned to walk away “you are beautiful, much more beautiful than anyone we’re gonna see tomorrow.” With that he smiled and walked off leaving a very confused, smiling Betty in his wake.

The day went by quickly and soon enough it was the next morning, a sleepy Archie and an even sleepier Jughead were standing at Veronica’s door holding duffel bags and coffee cups.
“It’ll be worth it dude” Archie Yawned “think of the buffet.”

Jughead groaned in appreciation, alright it was supposed to be quite the spread, he supposed he could make it. Suddenly the door opened revealing Veronica in a dark purple tracksuit, her hair perfect and her pearls still resting on her neck, she plucked the coffee from Archie’s hand and started heading down the stairs, pulling Archie by the hand and talking a mile a minute, Jughead assumed this wasn’t her first coffee.

“And we’re off”

He turned to the sound of the voice and smiled appreciatively, there’s his girl. Betty was dressed in a pair of soft black leggings and a light yellow tshirt, a loose gray hoodie, unzipped over it, her hair was in a perfect messy bun and she looked beautiful.
“She was up at three this morning.” Betty explained, locking the door behind her “lord knows how many cups of coffee she’s had, by the time I got downstairs she was all out.”

Jughead laughed, handing her the second coffee in his hand, Betty beamed up at him taking a sniff of the Vanilla caramel, reaching up she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek
“Thanks Juggie” she whispered.

Jughead felt his cheeks heat and he threw an arm over her shoulders
“Anytime Bets. Anytime”

The car ride to the airport was filled with an overly caffeinated Veronica talking about all the things she would show them in New York, tomorrow of course, today was all about getting ready for tonight’s event. the plane ride was faster than expected and both he and Archie had fallen asleep on top of each other, when the girls took their phones out to show them the pictures, they both rolled their eyes and called the girls insane.

He had to say goodbye to Betty as soon as they reached the hotel, apparently getting ready took longer than he had expected. Archie ordered more room service than he had ever seen, apparently all guests of the gala were able to enjoy all the amenities for free, something both boys took advantage of until the hair stylist came to fix them up. It was strange for both the boys having someone get them ready but by the time they were done, they were almost unrecognizable. Jughead had tried to sneak his beanie in but Marco the stylist was having none of that, threatening to cut the offending hat with his scissors.

Staring at their reflections in the mirror, Archie looked over to Jughead and smirked
“We look good.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and punched him the shoulder, fighting off his own smile. If he looked like this, he couldn’t wait to see what Betty looked like… oh and Veronica too, sure.

They both headed down the stairs and Jughead found her instantly, he was fairly certain he was having a stroke, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She looked amazing, something out of a magazine, he had to look around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, glancing at Archie he saw his best friend was standing stock still, staring with the same face he was wearing, only Archie was staring at Veronica in her gorgeous black gown while Jughead wouldn’t be able to tell if there was anyone else in the room. She was glowing, her tan skin looked shiny and soft in the white dress that hugged every perfect curve on her body, her silky blonde hair was intricately twisted up and a few loose strands were in her face, she was wearing more makeup than she normally did but it only enhanced her features, bringing out the green in her eyes and the perfect pink of her lips. She was a vision and he was fairly certain no one could compare. As he approached her he saw the moment she looked at him.

Betty’s eyes widened as she took in the gorgeous dark haired boy wearing the perfectly tailored suit and thin black tie, he was devoid of his beanie and Betty wanted to nothing more than to bury her fingers in his mass of black waves, without his hat she had a better view of his cloudy blue eyes and she felt her knees go weak at the way he was staring at her, she had seen Jughead in a suit before, but never like this. This was a whole different person and she was very interested to meet him.

“Hi.” She whispered “you look amazing”

Jughead shook his head, his eyes still staring into her own
“There are no words for you Betty Cooper, you are something in itself. I was right when I said no one would be as beautiful as you tonight.”

She blushed gently as Archie placed a hand on her arm and complimented her, Veronica smirked over Archie’s shoulder and raised a brow at Jughead, she knew how the boy felt about her best friend and if there was ever a time to make it known, tonight would be it.

Jughead swallowed hard at the knowing look in Veronica’s eyes “you look great Ronnie” he said as she thanked him and said “you don’t look half bad yourself jones.” Although she was speaking to Jughead he saw the way her eyes would always linger back to Archie, the girl had it just as bad as he did.

They drove to the event in a long black limousine, the windows were dark and he knew Betty hated that so he tucked her hand in his and held it as they walked out of the limousine and onto the carpet.

“Just stand and smile, they’re just a few pictures, you’re all wearing designers, it’s good to get there names out there.” Veronica whispered, With that the raven haired beauty grabbed Archie and headed off to the carpet

He felt Betty tense up beside him and he placed a hand to his shoulder
“We’re okay” he whispered, squeezing “I’m right here” she nodded nervously as they took their first position posing individually for pictures.
Jughead glanced at Betty as she posed beautifully and almost effortlessly, the photographers were eating her up, he didn’t want to sound conceited but they seemed pretty interested in Him as well, they must have stepped into the twilight zone, as the flash went off he walked over to Betty and grabbed her hand, they both waved as pictures were snapped of the couple before heading inside.

She let out a soft sigh Once they entered the room, Jughead laughed, letting out his own sigh and smiling goofily at Betty. They eventually found Veronica and Archie and enjoyed mingling with celebrities and meeting Veronica’s old friends, Jughead was completely full off of the buffet, Archie looked equally stuffed, Betty stood up to adjust her dress when suddenly a long blonde haired boy who looked suspiciously like Jughead approached her.

“Hi, my names Dylan Sprouse, I hate to sound creepy but I’ve noticed you all night, you’re very beautiful and I’m afraid I’ve never seen you at an event before, I was wondering if I could have your name?” His smile was charming and Archie kept looking between the two boys. Betty smiled her gorgeous smile and shook his hand

“I’m Betty Cooper, I’m not from around here, I’m just here for a friend.” She explained, glancing at Veronica

“I see, is that friend .. a boy?” He asked, his hand moving to her shoulder. Ok enough was enough, Jughead stood up quickly

“Yeah, he is.” He stood tall, draping an arm over Betty’s shoulder and nudging the long haired boys hand aside “she’s with me.” He finished, staring dangerously at this Dylan boy.

Putting his hands up, Dylan backed away
“Alright dude, whatever. I was just being friendly.” He walked off leaving a very agitated Jughead and a very confused Betty in his path, before Betty had a chance to question him, Jughead asked

“Dance with me?”

Betty nodded quickly as he led her to the dance floor, holding her close against his body, he heard her ask against his ear
“What was that all about?”

Jughead sighed
“I don’t know Bets.. it’s just.. I hate the thought of someone else being with you, even touching you. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but.. I mean come on your shoulder? That’s my thing.” He grumbled into her neck, swaying slightly.

Betty giggled at the silly boy

“But… were not together juggie” she stated questioningly, pulling away so she could look in his eyes

“Yeah well… maybe we should be.” He whispered

Betty looked up, not surprised, just contemplative
“Okay.” She finally whispered

Jughead eyes got wide and he ducked his head
“Okay?” He asked

Betty nodded, beaming.
“Okay.” She repeated

Jughead brought his head down to hers and pressed his lips to hers in a quick, love filled kiss. She was everything to Him, she always had been.

“This is great and all, but I can’t wait to get back to our little Riverdale” she giggled against him as he nodded and smiled

“Me too Juliet , me too.”

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All of the Avengers forgot it was the anniversary of Pietro's death - except for Steve. He takes Wanda on a surprise trip to Sokovia to visit Pietro and their parents' grave site and a have nice meal at Wanda's favorite hometown restaurant.

He hadn’t asked Clint if he remembered what day it was, he knew he did. He had watched the man hold vigil over the boy’s body till the funeral, only leaving his side when Wanda knelt before the grave. Of course Clint knew, but that didn’t mean he was ready to face it. Steve understood that. He understood that better than anyone. No, Steve didn’t hold Clint’s absence against him, and neither did Wanda. 

Which was why he found himself seated next to Wanda on the plane instead of the archer. He’d been planning it for little over a month, taking special care to make sure that he had the information right before the time came. It hadn’t been hard to get Wanda to go with him, the young woman too resigned to be unaffected by the day to argue with him when he said ‘we gotta go’. She hadn’t realized where they were going till they flew over the city. 

The trip through her old neighborhood didn’t take longer than a half hour, most of the recognizable buildings haven been the casualties of war and Ultron. Steve had sympathized with her, telling her how he hadn’t really recognized anything when he first got back to Brooklyn. That had earned him a few stories of the twins’ escapades in childhood misbehavior, some of them far too similar to Steve own childhood for his liking. 

Her favorite restaurant, a little hold in the wall place that had somehow survived all the destruction, had been next on his list. The owners greeted them with warm smiles, hugs being given before they were shown to the Maximoff’s usual table. Some of the sadness that had been hovering under the surface came up as they looked over the menu, Wanda’s eyes shooting up to a spot on the wall just above Steve’s head. He had watched her for a moment before following her line of sight, a soft gasp leaving him when he saw Pietro smiling at him from a framed picture. Wanda, in a soft voice, had explained that Pietro had worked as a delivery boy to bring in a little extra money. Apparently, the boy had been fast even before Hydra got their hands on him. 

The cemetery was the last and longest leg of their visit. Steve had anticipated this and hung back several yards for nearly two hours. He’d catch a snippet of her tearful conversation with the headstones, the foreign language he hadn’t quiet figured out yet, spilling from her at a speed he’d never heard before. The names of the Avengers, some of the other superheroes they’d come across, and finally she spoke of Tony. He’d known the hatred for Tony that the Maximoff twins held on to. All that pain and anger thrown towards that Stark industries Missal becoming a coping mechanism for the loss of their family. Steve had watched her struggle with it long after Ultron was gone, the small looks she shot the billionaire whenever he was in the room or they way she flinched whenever he was brought up. Steve took extra care to watch the two, not so much worried about a fight but rather an avoidance. He’d been rather proud of them when he never had the occasion to witness such a thing. 

The flight home was a quiet affair, both tired and wishing for the day to be over. 

ClexaCon 2017

My personal experience of ClexaCon started on the very first day it was announced on 13th May 2016. That same day Sofia sent me a DM that was basically ‘Soooo see you in Vegas in a year?’ 

We had no idea what it would be, but the mere thought that there would be an event to celebrate Lexa and what she represents along with other fans was exciting as fuck, especially after all the sadness. I’m pretty sure we then talked to Elke about how she has to go as well and this was the entire point of her turning 21 – so she could be of age in Vegas.

We were then so so so fortunate to be asked pretty early on to come on as panelists, which cemented the fact that yes, we would indeed be going to ClexaCon.

There were months of nothing, months of drama, and months of squealing excitement. And with every new announcement, every new detail no matter how small, we talked about it. ClexaCon was the constant thread running through our conversations. Excited to meet each other, to meet other fans, to hear the important discussions that will be going on – so even though there were some hesitations and bumps in the road, it never took away from knowing that this would be an important event we had to attend.

Finally after 10 months of hype, we found ourselves meeting up at the airport ready to go to Bally’s. I met Rachel first, who is tiny but mighty and incredibly easy to talk with. Sofia then sent a message that her plane had landed and before I knew it I heard a ‘Rin?’ and she popped up behind me. I remember thinking that she was shorter than I thought she would be. There was a longer wait for Elke and Liv, so we sat around and snacked for a bit until they said they were collecting their baggage. We went to meet them and it was the funniest thing because we kidded that we should just look for someone tall and then we saw this really tall girl about 80m away so Sofia and I just waited as she walked towards us wondering if she would notice. Elke did a double take and that was it, we were united.

I can’t believe how quickly the weirdness of actually being face to face with you guys seemed to fade away, replaced with a feeling of familiarity as if we had known each other for years.

The Badge Party will be something I’ll never forget, especially the moment we walked in. That was my first moment of ‘oh shit what have we gotten ourselves into, what is happening right now?!’ but it was okay because I knew I wasn’t alone in feeling like a fish out of water. The party ended up being such an amazing introduction to the kind of vibe ClexaCon would be – an environment where everyone could truly be themselves without fear of judgement or discrimination.

Personally the biggest challenge I faced during the con was the hours before the Lexa’s Legacy panel. I felt sick with nerves, and I could only eat a few pieces of fruit that I stole from your breakfasts. The nerves only increased as we walked towards the hall and saw the number of people lining up. And when I was allowed in to see how big the room was, it was…intimidating to say the least.

I took this photo of the audience when the panel was just starting and when I looked closer I saw these two goofy proud parents towards the back.


I don’t think I could have gotten through the nerves and anxiety of such a huge event as a whole without you guys. So whenever I think of ClexaCon, I’ll think of you two before I think of Sarah Shahi and Amy Acker. For me the event would have been nothing without the both of you there, you are my weird Canadian/Dutch family and I will always be grateful that we got to share (sometimes overshare) the experience together.

I am so lucky that so many friends I’ve met over the years through fandom were able to fly out to Vegas to attend as well, some of whom I’ve known for 8 years. It honestly felt like a big coming home party. And to all the new amazing people I met, thank you for being so kind, caring, and supportive. You truly made this a bizarre, yet very very special week. Also thank you to everyone who I shared a panel with, Alexia, April, Linnea, Tara, Jess, Adrienne, and Meg. Special shoutouts to my room buddies Rachel (GET OUT!) and the chair thieving Liv. Without you both, who would hold our bags????

Finally, as someone who spent most of their younger years being incredibly shy, up until the point where I never spoke until I was spoken to – ClexaCon felt like the way the world should feel. Inviting and freeing. I spent the whole event feeling like I could talk to anyone about anything and I would genuinely be accepted for who I am. So thank you ClexaCon for creating that space for me, and for everyone else who went. I could never repay the favour, but you’ve inspired me to damn well try.

ClexaCon 2018. See you there.

@damnlexa @shes-special

Top picture credit: Evan

anonymous asked:

i know requests are closed but because ed sheeran's new album just came out could you write a niall blurb or something based on "new man"? i heard the song and thought the story behind it would be a really cool concept for someone to write, and i thought you would do a great job at it! love your work babes ❤

Niall pulled his phone away from his ear after hanging up with Callie.  She was coming, it was his birthday and she’d promised.  She was already an hour late, but she was coming.  Niall wasn’t about to hold his breath.  Since Callie had started dating Lucas they’d rarely seen each other anyway and he was hardly under any delusions that that would change simply because it was his birthday.  

Callie and Niall were something of an anomaly.  Niall had never shared a more intense or passionate connection with someone in his life than he had with Callie.  But his breakneck schedule with One Direction and her crippling fear of planes meant they hardly ever saw each other.  And when they did it was paparazzi and fan photos.  Callie couldn’t take it anymore.  So their year long relationship imploded with Callie telling him she could no longer handle the long distance thing through copious amounts of tears.

Niall wanted to talk her out of it.  But the thing was, he understood.  He knew asking her to wait around until his schedule cleared up was unfair even though he hoped she might anyway.  And for a year after their break up it seemed she was doing just that.  Until she met Lucas.

Lucas was kind of a tool.  It wasn’t that he wasn’t a nice guy, he was just…well…he was one of those people who tried way too hard to be cool and edgy.  He wouldn’t allow Niall to call him Luke even though Niall did anyway.  He was a total dude bro.  He hung out at the gym  more than anywhere else on the planet.  He was always carrying some kind of green concoction in a Blender bottle and he was always talking about macros.  

Since Callie had started dating Lucas the little pudge around her hips that Niall always loved grabbing onto both in and out of the bedroom was gone.  She drank more water now than beer, which annoyed Niall to no end.  She posted more selfies on Instagram about “transformation Tuesday” than anything else.  She was like one of those annoying, perky people who was always talking about running being “cleansing”.  Cleansing for what, Niall had no idea.  The only time he ever ran was if something was chasing him.

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The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

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You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: This is it, people. We’re nearing the end! I should be able to start on all those other requests soon. I’d love to get feedback! 

Warnings: A lil too much love in the air. 

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Bucky’s Turn

Bucky has been confused about a lot of things in his life. How his scrawny best friend turned into the epitome of perfect shape in the blink of an eye. Why he couldn’t pronounce meme if his life depended on it. The reason Tony decided to enlist a young kid in a red spider onesie in a fight. But he has never been more confused about you at that moment.

“I think this is a good sign.” You head was leaning against his shoulder, a peaceful look on your face.

He found himself once more sitting next to you as the scores for the last week leading up to the end of the month were revealed. Surprisingly, most of the Avengers took the news of their losing positions quite well. Even Sam didn’t grumble as much as Bucky thought he would.

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Gonakadet The Iliamna Lake Monster

The earliest reports of a monster living in the lake came from the native Tlingit people, who tell stories of a creature referred to as the Gonakadet. It was described as a large, water-dwelling animal with a head and tail similar to that of a wolf, and a body like an orca, very similar to the Akhlut. 

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