thousand miles apart


» A Collection of Near-Death Experiences by somethingaboutamoose

Keith was twelve years old when he was involved in a car accident with his family. After the near-death experience, Keith has found out something about himself: He can’t die.

» all we have to do by aknightley

Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

» between stars by NotRover

After years of fighting on opposite sides of the war, Lance and Keith meet once again on the battlefield.

» blue, blue eyes by albino_yeti

What would you do
if you ever knew
the man you desperately love
never thinks the same of you?

» Bottom Of The Ninth by xfulcrumx

Lance is the new pitcher for The Lions. Coran’s goal for the season is to make their rival team, The Galrans, beg for mercy. Somewhere along the way, Klance happens.

» Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums by Gigapoodle

After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It’s when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

» close to you by solllys

they’re in love with each other; that’s how these things go

» Confinement Of Pain by NightcoreFairy

“During the day we were mere rivals.”

“And during the night?”

“During the night, he was the love of my life.”

» Control by ver_ironica

Keith is desperate to keep up appearances, but things are getting harder. He has to lead Voltron while keeping himself in check. His control is reaching the breaking point, and there may be no turning back.

» Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

It’s a male strip club, which means Keith’s never short of entertainment during working hours - especially when Blue Rider takes the stage. Because Blue’s hot - definitely talented - and definitely taking an interest in Keith.

» excelsior by warmth

“Onward and upward,” Lance says. “to greater glory.”

» Going Under by sun_stricken

Lance takes a dangerous spill in the ocean and is saved by none other than a mermaid with weird hair

» Hershey’s Kisses by EnglishCivilWar

In which Keith is sad, and Lance tries to cook.

» i think you’re fine you really blow my mind by keithxlance

Five times Lance uses pick-up lines and one time Keith decides to try it out as well.

» I Watched the Sky and the Stars Reminded Me of You by beckkai

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just.” He looked back at the rising moon and expanse of sky before setting Keith with a soft glare,”Nothing.”

» Like Fire by PastelClark

By circumstance and happenstance, Red finds herself in situations requiring she change paladins twice in her life

» Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku

All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

» Never Let Me Go by doodlenauts

When the music stops, he meets him halfway - even when they’re thousands of millions of miles apart.

» Nothing Like the Rain When You’re In Outer Space by Wayward_child

Lance misses the rain.

» oblivious to what made you so obvious by altruisticallura

He looked up suddenly, as if he could feel Lance’s eyes on him, and gave a small grin. Lance was a goner.

» Panacea (A Cure for Love) by RowenaMacLeod

Keith contracts an alien disease that wipes your mind of the one you love.

» Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. 

» solace in the thrum of your heart by laidellennt

Lance cannot find solace in the stars.

» Somebody Left The Gate Open by lordbatty

Lance always knew he would have to be the one to pick Keith back up. And he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

» suave and charming as heck by Lance_WhyUAlwaysLion

Lance is neither suave nor charming. Or, Lance thinks he’s a pro at flirting until suddenly, he’s the one getting flirted with.

» Sung Me Moonstruck by sciencefictioness

Something hungry within him that was only sated by the sound of Lance’s voice, or the sight of those too deep eyes cutting sideways to look at him. Something wild that only calmed when he was near.

Something broken in Keith that was held together with that crooked grin.

» symbolization by bolbessa

Keith didn’t really do flowers. He just couldn’t take care of them, and to be completely honest, he didn’t see the point.

» teeth and all by viscrael

“Do you want to kiss someone?”

Keith almost drops his Bayard.

» the sea pronounces something by legendarydesvender

AU where Keith is a sailor and Lance is the siren trying to drown him.

» The Whirling Ways Of Stars That Pass by mandaloore

“There,” he spoke in an almost-whisper, tracing the outline of the imaginary constellation like a child following a dot-to-dot illustration. Keith watched his movements from his peripheral vision, hoping that Lance was too preoccupied to notice the rapid beating of his heart. “Can you see it now?”

» Waves Amongst Stardust by Resamille

The flutter of Lance’s heart is almost lost to the homesickness pounding through his veins.

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Someday, I’ll wake up with you next to me. Everyday, for the rest of our lives. And I’ll never get tired of those morning kisses and hugs which I’m longing for every single day when distance makes us apart.
Paper Hearts Finale

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 6.4k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Chewing her lower lip, Marinette brought up Adrien’s contact information. What would she say? Hesitantly she typed out ‘hi’. She looked at the screen. She could do better than that, right? Minutes passed and she hadn’t typed anything more. Her finger hovered over the screen and then with a burst of determination she pressed send, and quickly closed her eyes.

Opening one eye she looked down at the sent message. Would he message back? Maybe he wouldn’t. What if getting the message was a bother? As the seconds ticked by Marinette had herself convinced he wouldn’t message. “Agh, what am I doing? It’s not like even if he is going to message me back it will be right away. It’s not like he’s expecting me to…”

Her phone dinged notifying her of a replied message and Marinette’s grip on her phone fumbled. Taking a deep breath she looked down at the message. It said 'Hi, Marinette.’

ten thousand miles apart by @ladyserendipitous

Can I have this dance…

Take my hand, I’ll take the lead
And every turn will be safe with me
Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I’ll catch you through it all

And you can’t keep us apart (even a thousand miles, can’t keep us apart)
‘Cause my heart is wherever you are

It’s like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you
It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)

Can I have this dance

Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide
'Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop
Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe, that we were meant to be


McGee: Tony, what’s going on? Do you have a drinking problem?
Tony: No. No, I just I joined this men’s support group. Meets in the church hall two nights a week.
McGee: You serious?!
Tony: I know, it it doesn’t sound like me, but with the past year, I just wanted to shake things up a little bit.

So Tony is so messed up by his quasi-breakup with Ziva that he is essentially in therapy now.



She Tastes like Candlelight 



It starts with, of all things, a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.

Logically, he knows it doesn’t make sense. She comes to work in form-fitted jackets that go tight about her waist. She’s been foregoing the baggy slacks in favor of skirts that stop just below the knees, with nylons clinging to the defined musculature of her calves; he’s pretty sure he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her wear shoes other than heels, excluding the clinical, white shoes she wears with her scrubs during autopsies.

He’s seen the looks she gets. Sometimes, it’s during an interview, when a witness’s gaze will linger just a little too long on her bustline, and her hand will go up and fiddle with her necklace, her arm blocking her chest in subtle defiance. Other times, it’s men on the streets of the city, shouting out obscenities to her, having the audacity to call her “baby,” and “sweetheart,” and he fights the urge to yell right back, brandishing his badge and his gun, wanting to scare the misogyny right out of the bones of anyone who thinks they’re entitled to her body, but he knows that she would find it condescending. “Thank you, but I can handle myself, Mulder,” she’d say, and it’s not that he thinks she can’t—he just doesn’t want her to have to.

And still other times, the looks come not from strangers on the sidewalk, or from people he can reduce to photos in a casefile, but from their peers. Educated, talented men who transform themselves into slobbery, teenage boys when sitting adjacent to her in meetings, eyeing her with an inappropriate hunger while she jots down notes in the margins of her agenda sheet. More than once, Mulder has found himself in the elevator with a man who will look down at Scully, and then catch Mulder’s eye over the top of her head, just so that he can wink, including him in some inside joke he has no interest being a part of.

He supposes that he empirically knows that Scully is attractive—it’s more or less objective fact—but he’s never allowed himself to notice. He’s trained himself to observe her through a filter. He considers her appearance through what he aptly names the Sexual Harassment Video Gaze. He quickly shuts down any thought that could be used as an example in a training tape on inappropriate office behavior.

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HSM3 Song Lyrics Meme Pt. 1

Now or Never

  • “Are you ready?”
  • “Are you with me?”
  • “The way we play tonight is what we leave behind.”
  • “It all comes down to right now.”
  • “It’s up to us.”
  • “This is the last time to get it right.”
  • “History will know who we are.”
  • “It’s now or never.”

Right Here Right Now

  • “Can you imagine what would happen if we could have any dream?”
  • “I wish this moment was our to own and that it would never leave.”
  • “Where you are is where I should be too.”
  • “I’ll promise you somehow.”
  • “But right now there’s you and me.”
  • “We’ve already proved it works.”
  • “But in 2123 hours, a bend in the universe is gonna make everything in our whole world change.”
  • “I’m looking at you and my heart loves the view.”
  • “You mean everything.”
  • “So let’s make every second last.”

I Want It All

  • “Imagine having everything we ever dreamed.”
  • “Do you want it?”
  • “With you we can win!”
  • “Bigger is better and better is bigger.”
  • “A little bit is never enough.”
  • “You gotta have your star on the door.”
  • “Here in the spotlight we shine.”

Can I Have This Dance 

  • “Take my hand, take a breath.”
  • “Pull me close and take one step.”
  • “Keep your eyes locked on mine.”
  • “It’s like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you.”
  • “It’s one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.”
  • “And with every step together we just keep on getting better.”
  • “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall.”
  • “Can I have this dance?”
  • “Every turn will be safe with me.”
  • “You know I’ll catch you through it all.”
  • “Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart.”
  • “My heart is wherever you are.”
  • “No mountain's too high and no ocean’s too wide.”
  • “Let it rain, let it pour.”
  • “What we have is worth fighting for.”
  • “You know I believe that we were meant to be.”

A Night To Remember

  • “Guess now it’s official.”
  • “Don’t panic.”
  • “Panic!”
  • “Do we have to dress up for the prom?”
  • “I don’t think we have a choice.”
  • “We’re dressing to impress the boys.”
  • “Do i want classic or vintage or plaid?”
  • “Where’s the mirror?”
  • “It makes me look weird.”
  • “Been waiting all our lives for this.”
  • “It’s gonna be a night to remember!”
  • “Big fun!”
  • “We’ll never ever ever forget.”
  • “It’s getting later we should already be there.”
  • “I’m shaking inside.”
  • “Then something changes my world.”
  • “The most beautiful girl right in front of my eyes.”
  • “Who’s that girl/guy?”

Just Wanna Be With You

  • “I got a lot of things I’ve got to do.”
  • “Our future’s coming soon.”
  • “I’m being pulled a hundred different directions.”
  • “But whatever happens, I know I’ve got you.”
  • “You’re on my mind, you’re in my heart.”
  • “It doesn’t matter where we are.”
  • “We’ll be alright, even if we’re miles apart.”
  • “All I wanna do is be with you.”
  • “There’s nothing we can’t do.”
  • “No matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart.”
  • “You know how life can be, it changes overnight.”
  • “A friend like you always makes it easy.”
  • “Through every up and every down, you know I’ll always be around.”
  • “Through anything you can count on me.”
Who You Are

Characters: Jensen x reader, Gen, Jared, your bff

Word Count: 2092

Warnings: little angst, then fluff

Summary: After a break up with Jensen, how will the cards fall when you find your true self?

Beta(s): @meganwinchester1999 @teenagebandjunkee 

Author’s Note: this is my first Jensen fic, so I hope you enjoy it! No hate to Daneel bc she’s amazing, but they didn’t date or anything in this fic. I used the song Who You Are by Jessie J. lyrics are in italics. News headlines are bolded. I was trying something kind of different. feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

Originally posted by imdreamingofhim

You finish packing your last bag with the help of your best friend. You still can’t believe you have the courage to break up with Jensen.

y/bff/n finishes putting your last box in the car as you check around the house to make sure you have everything. “Going somewhere?” You hear Jensen’s voice behind you.

“Nowhere that concerns you.” You try to walk past him, but he blocks the front door.

“I think it does concern me when Gen send me a text yesterday that you’re moving out.”

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serendipia-s  asked:

congrats on 1.5k Mel!!!! 🎉💜 i love your writing and I have a prompt for you: bellarke soulmates au where the first words they say to you are tattoed on your body. person A: I can't believe dumbledore dies! person B: really? at a midnight release, asshole? I don't mind who's who. thanks 😌

ahhh thank you Scarlet <3 tagging @cabeswaterblakes too just to make sure you get your fic!


no pause, no rewind

[also on ao3]

As far as the whole soulmates thing goes, Bellamy’s never been much of a believer.

It’s just kind of hard to see the point, really. His mother didn’t seem to care much when she had him with a guy who wasn’t her soulmate and, as far as Bellamy can tell, took off as soon as he could get his shoes on. She certainly didn’t seem to care much either when she decided to have a second kid with some other random, who knocked her up and got cold feet a mere month before Octavia was born.

Unfortunate life circumstances aside, he supposes the bulk of his disbelief stems from impracticality. There’s just too much logistical baggage to worry about. Like, what if this person’s supposed to be the one person meant for you, but they’re already married to someone else? What if you meet your soulmate on some completely off chance in a foreign city, and then find out that the two of you live thousands of miles apart? What if something happens — an accident or an unexpected tragedy or something — that changes who they are beyond repair or recourse?

Or — and this is, without a doubt, miles worse — what if you’re like his sister, Octavia, and all you have written on your palm is a simple ‘hi’?

That’s it. ‘Hi’.

Octavia could literally have a thousand soulmates. That’s fucking terrifying.

(She insists that she’ll know when it’s the right person. The right ‘hi’, out of the millions she’s bound to hear throughout her life. She’s just gonna know, some way, somehow. And he’s the crazy one for being skeptical.)

She’s always told him he’s an idiot, simply for having rational concerns. Yeah, well, it’s not like she’s ever had to deal with the words ‘Really? At a midnight release, asshole?’ emblazoned across the inside of her forearm in loopy cursive.

“A midnight release, Bell,” she’d say to him whenever he grumbled, grabbing his wrist to point emphatically at the words. “You know where you’re going to meet your soulmate. You know when, too! Don’t you realise how lucky you are?”

Lucky. Yeah, right. Tell that to all the mothers tutting disapprovingly at twelve-year-old him, ushering their kids away like he’s got a myriad of other swear words tattooed all over the rest of his body.

(Why the fuck did he have to get such a fucking foul-mouthed soulmate?!)

And yet, for all his disbelief, it doesn’t quite stop his stomach from turning discomforting little flips whenever he goes to a midnight release for anything, whether it’s a book or a movie or a stupid video game.

Even so, here he is, twenty-three years old, with dozens of midnight releases under his belt, and — nope. Still no soulmate.

It’s a good thing, he supposes. The longer his soulmate takes to show up, the longer he has to gather rational, concrete evidence against this whole melodramatic affair of a genetic arrangement. By the time he does meet his soulmate, he’s pretty sure he’ll be fully capable of presenting a solid argument on why both of them deserve to be let off this very stupid hook.

In the meantime, he can focus on all the other things in his life. 

Stuff that’s actually important.

Stuff like the upcoming release of the latest Harry Potter movie.

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I WILL NEVER FORGET HER // A Farewell Rucas Fanmix (LISTEN)

01. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Sleeping At Last
Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on.

02. God Gave Me You - Blake Shelton
A divine conspiracy that you, an angel lovely could somehow fall for me.

03. Right Here, Right Now - High School Musical Cast
Where you are is where I should be too.

04. Shouldn’t Be A Good In Goodbye - Jason Walker
If I never had you I know that I still would’ve mourned you.

05. Anywhere But Here - SafetySuit
I’d rather be anywhere but here without you.

06. I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Acoustic) - ZAYN
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home.

07. If I Could Fly - One Direction
If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.

08. Wings - Birdy
I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly.

09. Beside You - 5 Seconds Of Summer
My heart wants to come home. I wish I was beside you.

10. Can I Have This Dance - High School Musical Cast
Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart ‘cause my heart is wherever you are.

11. All Of The Stars - Ed Sheeran
I can see the stars from America. I wonder, do you see them, too?

DAY 3358

Malta                   June 7,  2017                Wed 8:14 PM local time

Birthday - EF - Tejas Mankodi …  Thu, June 8 … to Tejas our love and greetings for his Birthday .. all happiness and success from the Ef family  

The world communicates at such alarming rates times and connection facilities, it astonishes and brings great surprise ..

I am happy to be and privileged too, that I survive in this extremely exciting days of this generation .. where connectivity is such a boon .. rapid almost akin to sitting across the table and having a chat, when we are thousands of miles apart and distant … where this shall lead to is beyond comprehension .. Abhishek keeps egging me on to travel to the ‘Valley’ .. the Silicon Valley, for an experience of a lifetime .. to know and to gauge where we are heading ..

Quite quite remarkable really .. and filled each day with incredible surprises and inventions and a mastery that one could only have dreamt when we were growing up .. 

Growing up .. growing nostalgic .. growing in the remembrance of the days of Allahabad .. the years being in the 50′s .. yes the 50′s .. when none of you perhaps were even thought of being brought to this world ..

Getting a phone in the home was an unbelievable celebration .. the rotating numbers phones, black in colour, situated and placed at that special place in the house .. a place of eminence and pride .. one that almost decided for you your social status in the city and among the friends .. the digits within rounded circles, enough spaced for the index finger to occupy it .. for men .. for the ladies, who did not wish to damage those well manicured fingers, it was the wrong end of a pencil, the rubber end, that was used for dialling !!

For long we did not have one .. we could not afford it .. but when we could a long waiting period was announced and we waited anxiously for that mechanic with the black machine to walk into our house and fix the instrument .. and having done that, the first activity was to call that special friend and boast the presence of the ‘telephone’ in the home .. and of course limiting the speaking time, because we could not afford the bills that accumulated at the end of the month ..

At times there was always the thoughts of an emergency .. that is when we did not have a phone .. an illness, a medical need, a robbery, a connect with the Police .. !!?? how was it all to be managed ?

And then one day it happens. You have no phone and your Mother falls desperately ill .. Babuji is in England for his thesis and his Doctorate studies, and you are the elder son matured by the age of 10-12, to deal with such a situation. It is the middle of the night, and Mother is in serious condition .. cannot speak, walk, communicate .. nothing .. you are the man of the house and there is need to act .. so ..

The nearest doctor friend is miles away .. what does one do how to contact him  .. as note written in great desperation (and somewhere the doctor has given that note to my Mother, which I cannot find) is quickly scribbled, with the best grammar at my young aged command and the house help is put on a bicycle and told to deliver it to the doctor .. !! The doctor comes several hours after and attends to my Mother, delivers some medications which have to be got again by the help from the market in the middle of the night .. a nightmare .. because nothing is open in small towns .. at least not then in the 50′s .. doctors often stocked important medication in case of an emergency such as this .. and that has to be thanked for  ..

Or .. the thought of a dacoity .. a dacoity was a most prevalent occurrence, in those times .. we would hear stories of Man Singh Daku, the dreaded dacoit, who had a kinder side as well .. he raided the rich to feed the poor .. but for us at that age it was looked upon as a terror .. so ..

What if Man Singh Daku decided to invade our little home ..Daku is not a surname it is the Hindi word for dacoit …  so … yes what if he decided to attack us .. at that young age you imagine all kind of ghosts and evil … what would I do .. I the elder and only male personified, my younger brother was there but just that .. young .. very young ..

So what ..

The Police station or a small outfit for the region was a good 300 meters away from our home, luckily .. but getting to those 300 meters and seeking help, was that task which kept playing the mind .. RUN .. that was it .. run .. run from the back of the house and reach the police chowki .. on many an occasion, during the day I had practiced and timed the 300 meter run .. just to be acquainted with the process and the terrain  .. OR 

RUN .. another 500 meters to dear Sushil Uncle, head of the fire brigade in the city .. a large well built Bengali, most dear to the family .. living nearby .. and breathlessly give him the news of the extenuating circumstance, or the dacoity, or whatever ..

WHY ..

Because there was no phone in the house .. not capable of having one !!

BUT .. the most exciting was that most important phone call, being made by my Father from Cambridge .. a month or so in advance letters were exchanged from him to us, from us to him .. this took about a month or two .. a date was fixed as to when he would attempt a call .. a luxury for him from his very limited financial state .. and for us an unbelievable event .. being able to hear Father’s voice after almost 2 years .. !!!

And where would the call come .. at a dear friend’s place some miles away in the city .. planned and waiting to be executed after a wait of two months ..

The days went by slowly .. anticipation and the excitement unabated .. comes the day and the sleepless night before .. it is by the evening .. the entire day is spent in deciding what must be worn to attend this most important and unbelievable telephone call .. the travel to the home of our friend with phone .. me cycling it .. Mother and brother, in another mode of transport .. and the call .. and the voice of Babuji .. and the emotion and the joy .. and ..

OH ahhhhh .. it is difficult to describe those times ..

ALL because there was no possibility for us to possess a phone, a telephone !!

And time has passed .. and time came for me to hold up the first mobile phone in my possession to my Father’s ear, as he sat in his wheel chair in the evening by the lawn of Prateeksha .. to tell him to talk to a friend on the other side ..

I can never forget the absolute look of bewilderment on his face as he spoke hesitantly, on to that portable mobile telephone !!

“ ye kaise hota hai” , he asked still not prepared to accept the contraption ..

And a journey 40 odd years just flashed by ..

Good night 

Amitabh Bachchan

I want a love like:

Ross and Rachel

Kim and Ron

Lizzie and Gordo

Fred and Wilma

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask

Ellie and Carl

Zoey and Chase

The Doctor and Rose

Amy and Rory

I want the love that goes through thousand years and never gives up, the love that comes from a great friendship, the love that can go through the hard times and still bounce back because of our love, the love that can stay strong thousand of miles apart, the love that can take being universes apart and still be in love, that can take death and still love each other. I CRAVE that love.

Lostcauses Fic: Cardamom Epilogue - Learning

I hadn’t intended to write an epilogue for Cardamom, but several people asked nicely, so who am I to refuse? So this is for everyone who wanted an epilogue, and especially for @momtaku​.

Learning to live together is a work in progress. It takes a bit of adjustment, a bit of compromise, for them to fit together.  Slowly, carefully, they learn each other’s rhythms and routines, learn how to slot into the spaces around each other, learn things they could never have learned while they were five thousand miles apart.

Erwin learns that Levi drinks improbable amounts of tea, that he enjoys cooking, that he cracks his knuckles without being aware of it. Levi learns that Erwin sings in the shower, gets irritable when he’s hungry, and is of no use to man nor beast in the morning before he’s had coffee.

It isn’t all plain sailing.  There are inevitable missteps along the way, when they hit nerves, and rub each other up the wrong way.  Occasionally the friction kindles into disagreements that smolder for days before igniting into full-blown arguments.  Erwin is stubborn, Levi more so. If Erwin is the proverbial unstoppable force, Levi is the embodiment of the immovable object.

Levi is fastidiously clean and tidy and though Erwin considers himself to be thoroughly domesticated he is no match for Levi’s standards.  A glass placed on the table without a coaster earns him a wrinkled nose and flat glare, a cup left in the sink earns a string of muttered curses followed by hours of cold silence, and when Erwin leaves a towel lying on the floor Levi threatens to drive him into the desert and abandon him there.

Erwin may be stubborn, but he is nothing if not adaptable and he learns quickly. After all, it is Levi’s home and he is a guest.

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Nathan Mackinnon- Uncle Nate

Request:  Are your requests open?? If so can I ask for one on Nathan Mackinnon and can it be on meeting the team for the first time and it being a family think so both of you are surrounded with little kids and it’s super cute??

Author’s note: Can Nathan be more adorable though? Also I don’t know a lot about the Avs so hopefully I can learn quickly about them.


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Hold Me Close

Request by @nickysmum1909: Can you please write #33 and/or #35 with Finn Balor? Thank you

33: “If I could wrap you in a blanket made of my love for you, I would.”

35: “God help me but I’d do anything to make you smile.”

Summary: Reader is injured during a match and learns that she’ll be out of commission for a few months. Boyfriend Finn Balor does what he can to help her feel loved.

Warnings: Lots of feels. Lots of fluff. Hurt/comfort. Reader gets injured (just a sprain- nothing graphic). One or two swear words. Long fic.

Special thanks to: @hiitsmecharlie, for helping me and coming up with the ending, @helluvawriter, @imaginingwwesuperstars, @silverrawrs, and @nickysmum1909 for all their emotional support as I flailed my way through this fic. And thanks go out to all of the lovely, lovely people in charge of/connected to @allgirlswrestlingclub. Thanks to you lovelies, I finally found the inspiration that I needed to make this fic perfect.

Word count: Just over 8,000.

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