Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.
you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a
party so he has to come get her and take care of her
Langst where he comes out of a pod and discovers he's deaf or blind you can write two separate scenarios or pick just one but imagine the extra langst from him blind and not being able to be the sharpshooter anymore, which is one of the few things allowing him to hold onto his identity vs the extra langst with when he and the team realize he cant hear and how much more difficult communication will be (especially when in the lions) making lance feel like he's more trouble than he's worth
Ohhh I’ll do both!
They both will start the same way just fyi
Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged.
“Lance!” Hunk cried!
Knew it, Hunks hugs are the best. Lance reached up to return the hug.
Lance pulled back a little and started to rub his eyes. That’s weird, I usually can see when I come out.
Lance listened to his team tell him about what happened, something with an explosion and Lance was standing a bit too close to.
Lance nodded his head when Shiro gave him the “You Have To Be More Careful™” Speech. Lance was too tired to pay attention.
Lance kept rubbing his eyes, why am I still seeing black? Wait! He only faded back into the conversation when Coran mentioned him getting food.
Everyone agreed and started heading out of the room, only stopping when they realized Lance wasn’t following them.
“Lance, buddy? You coming?” Hunk questioned as he turned around and noticed tears streaming down Lance’s face. “Hey what’s wrong?” Hunk rushed over to his best friend.
Lance wiped his eyes again just to make sure. “I can’t see.”
After running a few test on Lance, Coran concluded that Lance had gone blind due to being close to the explosion.
Lance was devastated, he lost something that he never thought he would.
The team tried to help him and make him feel better, but they did nothing against Lance’s thoughts.
Lance couldn’t do anything, he found himself with Blue a lot more since he could see out of her eyes. Blue helped a little but not a lot. What did Lance expect, she was a giant metal lion, she wasn’t perfect at everything.
Shiro walked into Blue’s hanger, he needed to get Lance for dinner. Shiro approached Blue and thanked her when she let him inside. Shiro walked up the ramp and found Lance sitting in the pilot chair shaking slightly.
Shiro swallowed. “Lance? You alright? It’s time for dinner.”
Lance nodded his head but didn’t make an intention of moving.
Shiro walked over to him and wrapped his arm (awkwardly) around the boy, trying to make sure the chair didn’t dig into him.
“Lance, you can tell me what’s wrong.” Shiro whispered.
Lance took a huge intake of breath and covered his eyes with his hands. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean?” Shiro inquired.
“I can’t contribute to the team anymore. I can only fly Blue, that’s all. I can’t help you save prisoners, I can’t protect you all outside of your lions. I can’t even shoot my gun. I was the team sharp shooter, I can’t even do that.” Lance started to shake even more.
Shiro hugged Lance even tighter. “Lance, you don’t bring the team down. We just have to work around this. You will still be able to help people.”
Lance leaned into Shiro a bit more. “I’ll never be able to see my family again. I won’t be able to see how my siblings grow. I won’t be able to see my mom. I won’t be able to see the ocean. I won’t be able to see Earth.” Lance started to sob.
Shiro didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell Lance that it would get better because it wouldn’t. Shiro fought back his own tears and hugged Lance tighter and held him as he cried.
Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged.
“Lance!” Hunk cried!
This must be Hunk, I would recognize these hugs anywhere. Lance reached up to return the hug.
Lance pulled back and looked at Hunk, he quickly noticed that Hunk was moving his lips but no sounds was coming out. Lance started to clean his ears with his pinky. That’s weird.
Lance looked around the room and his eyes fell on Shiro who was talking to him, Lance still didn’t hear what he said.
“What?” Lance said. He must of said to loud because everyone jumped and looked at him confused.
Lance watched Shiro take a breath and start to move his lips again. After a few moment Shiro’s lips stopped.
“Can you repeat that?” Lance asked again. Or he think he asked. He couldn’t hear his own voice. Man it’s like I’m deaf or something. Wait.
Lance nearly pealed out of his skin when Coran slapped his back. Lance stared at the man, who was obviously talking to him.
Lance was about to cry. This can’t be happening. Lance pushed past Coran and walk over to a counter on the other side of the room. He grabbed Coran’s tablet and pulled up the messaging part. Lance quickly drew on the table 3 words, that tore his heart out. He flipped the tablet around and showed his team. I can’t hear.
The team quickly realized that Lance losing his hearing would affect them in many ways.
Training in the castle was alright except trying to form a plan. It wasn’t Lance’s fault he learned the plan and went with it, he didn’t know when the team switched it up on him.
Flying in the lions was almost unbearable. The team couldn’t talk to Lance, he never knew what they wanted. The lions would try to help him but it wasn’t perfect 100%.
The team wasn’t the only one struggling. Lance was fighting every urge to just scream. He never liked the quiet before. He didn’t like it growing up and he didn’t like it now. He grew up in a huge family, so noise made him feel at home.
Now Lance was stuck with a tablet and watching people talk but never hearing. Even when Lance sat in Blue, he couldn’t hear anything. Lance just wanted to hear one word. He wanted to hear anything. Lance curled up into a ball in front of Blue. He wanted to hear anything. Lance started to shake, and then cry. He wasn’t sure how loud he was being but he didn’t care. What would they do, yell at him?
A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights
Word count: 1631
You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.
You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.
Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.
You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.
Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.
omg?? I love it??
The First Doctor:
She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable.
The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman.
Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time.
Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally.
The Second Doctor:
The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now.
She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness.
After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all.
She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns.
It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that.
They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited.
The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference.
The Third Doctor:
Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers.
On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later.
They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever.
He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him.
It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it.
The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun.
Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.)
Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers.
It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants.
She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night.
Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman.
Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.
The Fourth Doctor:
Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating.
Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part.
And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more.
Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything.
She soon teaches him that experience wins every time.
Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration.
She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion.
Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions.
The Fifth Doctor:
There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others.
Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too.
Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing.
Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others.
Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes.
Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.
The Sixth Doctor:
It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed.
And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them.
Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake.
The Seventh Doctor:
Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off.
She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows.
Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it.
The Eighth Doctor:
She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really.
After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history.
It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him.
That goes… about as well as one might expect.
The Ninth Doctor:
It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine.
Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again.
The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends.
The Tenth Doctor:
She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath.
Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best.
And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives.
Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her.
No more companions, she swears.
The Eleventh Doctor:
It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.)
Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose…
She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems.
Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough.
The Twelfth Doctor:
Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd.
What’s a girl to do?
(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.)
She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were.
River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium.
And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too.
Lance was hurt. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop helping Shiro and Keith. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t return his feelings. It wasn’t their fault Lance thought they were in a relationship.
He liked to think it was obvious they were a thing. It seemed he misinterpreted the whole situation.
But Lance was fine. He was fine and he could dealt with it. He wasn’t going to turn his back on them. Even if it killed him from the inside.
Hunk knew there was something terrible wrong with his friend. Since they came back from the celebration, Lance had been quiet. Too quite. He thought at first his friend was tired, but then the days passed and he didn’t looked any better.
He was still smiling and making jokes, but Hunk knew Lance better than anyone and was able to see under his mask. The happiness he had been feeling these days was completely gone, and instead of the bright smile he used to have, a fake one replace it.
It was awful. Hunk didn’t know what to do. He tried to approach the omega several times but always brushed him off or change the subject.
“What is wrong with him? He was happy a few days ago.” Asked Pidge in concern.
“I don’t know! He won’t tell me! You know how Lance is, he keeps everything inside until it becomes to much!”
“Yeah… Do you think it may be something related to Shiro and Keith?” Hunk looked at her confused.“ You know, Shiro… Keith… With Lance. Oh my god, Hunk. Please tell me you noticed.”
“That… actually explains a lot.” Pidge groaned. “Well, they stop hanging out with Lance for a while… But Lance didn’t seem affected by that.”
“Maybe he was faking it?”
“No, i know him. the happiness was real then. Whatever has Lance acting like this, happened after the party…”
“And what if it’s Lotor’s fault? I saw them together, talking and dancing. They even went to the gardens alone.”Hunk raised an eyebrow.
“How it is that you notice all those things?”
Pidge smiled. “Let’s just say that Rover have many hidden talents.”
Something was different with Lance, and Shiro was getting really worried. The alpha tried to bring the omega closer, to talk to him more, but every attempted he made end up in failure.
He invited him several times to spend time with him and Keith, but Lance always had something to do. The little times he agreed, he always sat far away from them. Keeping a big distance.
Lance still appeared at nights. But even when they were having sex, he seemed absent. The alphas became really scared when one night after the finished, Lance simply got up, picked up his things and left.
“Did we do something wrong?” Asked Keith.
“I… I think? I don’t know.”
They stop having sex with him fearing they would make him feel uncomfortable again. And in a desperate attempted make the omega stay they started cuddling with him, making him sleep in the middle.
Still, no matter how much they tried to make Lance feel like part of them, it was getting harder and harder to reach him.
Prince Lotor arrived to the castle of Lions to stay for a unknown period of time, and to be honest Lance wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The prince had nothing but good intentions. He was on their side and was their most powerful ally. Lotor had gone to explain them about the Rebel network he built and its branches to offer his full support to Voltron and see how could he be of help. But everytime Lance met his Galra eyes, he remembered their conversation and couldn’t help but bitter.
“Excuse, Blue Paladin?” Lance cursed under his breath. Great.
“I’m sorry, but i’ve been getting the impression that my presence is not welcome by you. Did i do something wrong, by any chance?“
"What?! No, God, no! You have done nothing wrong, ok? It’s not you.”
“It is perhaps something related to the conversation we held the day of our alliance?” Lance frowned. Oh, so Lotor was right. “I must tell you, Blue paladin, that it was never my intention to intrude in your personal live.”
“Nah, dude. It’s ok. I mean, if it weren’t for you i would still had the stupid illusion we were something else. Not your fault, really.”
“It is not stupid to hope the ones we love, love us back.” Lance sighed, looking defeated. Honestly? He was tired and confused.
Keith and Shiro had been trying to get his attention and to be beside him all the tme. He was sure Keith even tried to scent him one time. It was… Weird. Before we would’ve feel on the clouds, but now? He was not sure.
Lance didn’t want to fell more for them. That’s why no matter how many times he felt tempted to accept their invitations or look for them he never did. He was only trying to protect himself.
“Would you mind accompanying me for a walk around the castle?” Lotor suddenly asked, trying to distract Lance of his own worrying thoughts. The omega looked at him in disbelief.
“A walk around the castle?”
“Well, we could try to go to the nearest planet is you prefer.” A small smile appeared on Lance’s face.
“No, thank you. The castle’s fine.” He said, grabbing Lotor arm. “Ok, pretty boy. Lead the way.”
In a matter of days, Lance went back to his happy-self. Lotor showed to be not only a good diplomant and leader, but a good friend. They became really close, and would often flirt with each other (mostly as a game, Lance liked to think). Whenever they weren’t creating plans to defeat Zarkon’s empire or training, they talked about everything. Lance felt so comfortable with Lotor he told him everything he had been happening with the alpha couple, feeling much lighter after doing it. He would have told Hunk, but he never did because he knew his friend would totally confront Shiro and Keith about their little arrangement and that was the last thing he wanted.
What if they couldn’t form Voltron after that? He prefered to avoid fights and to keep enjoying of this blossoming friendship he and Lotor had.
But the war was inevitable, right?
The end of the little time of peace they were living came quick and without warning. The Galra attacked in the middle of the night taking them by completely surprise.
The awful sound of the alarm filled the castle and Lance ran through the red halls. Before he could reach the bridge, he was intercepted by a galra soldier. He was shocked, the were inside. Holy fuck they were inside and he didn’t have a weapon or armor to fight back.
He was about to run away, when he noticed the Galra had Pidge with him. She was badly hurt, and seemed to be struggling to breathe. He felt anger grew inside him and with the adrenaline running through his body he ran towards the galra soldier, avoiding to get hit until he got closer enough to knock him down and steal his weapon.
He shot without thinking twice, then lift Pigde in his arms and quickly ran towards the med bay. His friends could defend the castle without him, right now what mattered was her.
Just before he could arrived to his destiny, more Galra appeared and surround them. He hold Pidge tightly hurting her a little, trying his best to shield her with his body.
The soldiers lifted their arms and he closed his eyes, waiting with fear to be shot. A bang was heard, and when he opened his eyes, Lotor was all he could see.
“Are you ok?”
"Fuck.. Yes… Thanks, buddy. ” He sighed in relief when he saw all the fallen Galra. “We… We don’t have time to waste. Pidge, we need her on the pods."
Lotor nodded as he took Pidge from Lance’s arms and head to the med bay. He put her on the table, grab a weapon a went back to hall to make sure no Galra attacked them while Lance was preparing the pod. He truly felt grateful for speding tons of hours cleaning the pods with Coran. Once he was finished and Pidge’s vitals stabilize , Lotor approach him and hug him.
He melt at the touch and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation.
“You did well, Lance…”
“Thank you… If it weren’t for you, Pidge–”
“She’s ok now, you did good. You have nothing to worry about now… “ The prince said and Lance sighed. The alarm was still on, they weren’t safe yet. They needed to join the battle. But he wanted to stay just like that a little longer. He missed this, he missed having this kind of physical contact. He hugged Lotor back, and gasp when he felt how the prince began to scent him. He shivered, and felt the tears sting in his eyes. The omega couldn’t believe this, he was overwhelmed by the alpha’s action.
Lance opened his eyes, and through the tears he could see a Galra was pointing his weapon at Lotor’s back. He got paled at the sight and his mind went blanck for an instant, fuck. He pulled apart from Lotor as fast as he could and throw him to he ground, taking the fatal blow directed at him without thinking. He fell hard and felt all the air leave his lungs. Someone called his name, but he quickly faded.
When Lance woke up and got out of the pod, Hunk was there to catch him.
“Lance!” He said with a big smile and tears in his eyes. “You’re awake!”
“Oh my God! Lance’s awake!” Screamed Pidge, looking much healthier and stronger than before.
Hunk and Pidge hug him and nuzzle him for several minutes, refusing to let him go. A few meters from them, everyone else was waiting their turn to get closer to Lance. Once the betas were finished, Allura and Coran were next. Coran hugged him as Allura thanked him for his bravery and patted his head like if he was a little child. When Lance was free, everyone expected Shiro and Keith to be next. But Lotor couldn’t wait and took Lance in his arms, kissing his temple. The omega blushed and laughed by the action and just before he could say something, the alphas yanked Lotor away from him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?!” Keith looked beyond pissed. “That’s our omega!”
“Bullshit!” Oh, God, Lotor looked angry too. “He’s not yours! You barely pay attention to him!”
“We’ve been mating him! He’s ou—”
“You’ve been fucking him!” Said Lotor, interrumpting Shiro.”You both only want him to warm your bed!”
“That’s not true! We’ve been trying to court him all these time! We want Lance with us!
“Oh, really? You could’ve fooled me if it weren’t by the selfish way you both are acting! Lance is a fucking person, not a hole for you assholes to be fucked!”
“We don’t think of Lance that way! We truly want him and care about him! We would never do anything to hurt him!”
Lotor was still not convinced and draw his claws out. Shiro and Keith growled, baring their teeths. The princess quickly ran towards Lotor’s side, grabbing him by the arm trying to stop the prince from fighting her paladins as Hunk, Pidge and Coran went to stop the other two. Meanwhile, the omega was static in his place seeing the whole scene unfold before his eyes.
-“Is… is true what you’re saying?” Lance asked, looking between Keith and Shiro with uncertainty. He looked nervous and about to cry. “Please tell me you’re not lying. Tell me you guys are serious right now because i wouldn’t be able to take it if you’re not. Part 4
-“Are you guys serious right now?” Said Lance, drawing everyone’s attention to him and shocking the alphas by the hostility on his voice. “Oh my God, you guys are serious! No, this is bullshit. You can’t pretend i don’t exist, think only about each other and then claim me as yours. Do you know how fucked up is that?!”
—- DID YOU LIKED THE SURPRISED My BeaUTIful PECADORES????!!?!!! Not only you guys are divided by Lancelot and Shklance, i am too. So i’ll do two endings. Because i can, and because i love lancelot with good lotor and shklance because it’s a clasic.
This is the perfect solution for my shipper heart (and for my followers dispute) Oh and i warn you guys. The following chapters won’t be updated as fast as the others. Why?
Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends?
Summary: You have a strange habit of sleeping naked. Jongin drops by your house one day and catches you in the act and he can’t help but feel turned on at the thought of you with no clothes on.
Author’s Note: This is my second time writing smut so forgive me if there are any mistakes or it just seems kind of off. My best friend also wrote a version of this herself @justafanfictionwriter you can check that out if you’d like! Thank you and I’m so sorry for this >.<
Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly lifted your head. You felt a warm, wetness on your right cheek. You groaned softly realizing you had been drooling, the evidence not only on your face but in the form of a wet spot on your couch.
Hiya! Can I request RFA/Saeran+MC going grocery shopping together? Could you also include which aisle they would spend the longest time in? I hope that's not too much >.< Have a lovely day~
Here ya go! Grocery shopping is nice because there’s a lot of food and I’m quite fond of that stuff.
Ok but this boy knows what’s up
He’s been to the grocery store so many times, he can
probably finish all his shopping with his eyes closed (or at least one of them
closed if you know what I mean hahahhaha sorry)
He’s like those moms who are into super couponing probably
because his own mom was too
He has a whole binder full of coupons waiting to be
used, and he’s categorized them all according to types and %off.
Even if you’ve been grocery shopping before, going
with Yoosung is a whole other deal
Jeez is it intense
Though who knew browsing the vegetable aisle with this boy by
your side would prove to be such an enlightening experience?
Unless you tell him you already know most of the stuff he’s saying, Yoosung will not hesitate to stop in front of every single thingand tell you about its various uses in cooking, or just life in general
And by every single thing I mean every single damn thing, even if it’s considered elementary knowledge
“This is a banana—“
“I know Yoosung,I know.”
He’ll also teach you really simple recipes while you
load up your cart with food
“If you have trouble sleeping, heat up some milk and
sprinkle some powdered nutmeg into it!” actually very comforting imo
“For really brown bananas, if you don’t want to eat
them or can’t use them at the moment, put them in the freezer and you can make
yummy banana bread with them later!”
“If you ever slice apples and want to prevent them
from turning brown, just dip them in a bit of lemon juice!”
Thank you Yoosung Sensei
Every time you go grocery shopping together, you know
you’ll return home feeling like you just took an intensive nutrition class
Spends longest time in:
The only aisle he doesn’t really visit is the liquor aisle, but other than that he’ll spend the same amount of time in each place. Occasionally he will steer clear of the milk section after remembering some, ah, unpleasant memories
Okay so he’s not quite a dolt when it comes to grocery shopping that’s for sure, like he knows about the basics, and of course he’s a beer expert
Though he is nowhere close to being on Yoosung’s Godly Grocery level
and Zen will neveradmit that he doesn’t know jack shit about what he buys most of the time
He’ll try to seem knowledgeable just for you, and he does want you to eat healthy (”Fruits and vegetable ares good for the skin! Though my skin is already amazing enough.” thank you zen that makes me feel so much better about myself)
But he’s not sure what to do with 90% of the stuff he puts in your cart
When you guys go home, he’ll sneak a phone call to Yoosung, list all the items that he bought, and Yoosung in turn will teach him a few possible recipes
Tbh usually such a phone call would sound like some shady drug dealing cuz it starts all like:
“Hey, Yoosung,” Zen casts a wary eye around before whispering, “I’ve got new goods. Can you hook me up with some plans?”
But it’s okay, you’ll relax once you hear them talking about the properties of lettuce
“Zen, let me get this straight. You bought a whole octopus…without actually knowing how to cook it?!”
“Well, I can’t be her knight in shining armor if I don’t know how to deal with a mere octopus!”
When Seven hears about this, he’s all like “move aside fabled evil dragon, the princess in the tower is now guarded by a wriggling, squishy octopus. How will Zen slay the mighty beast?”
Spends longest time in:
Cosmetics aisle! And I mean spends a loooooooooooooOOOng time. He wants you to try stuff on. Then he wants you to give hima makeover. Then he wants to take pictures. Then he finds new products to try. The infernal cycle begins again.
She never really had any time to go grocery shopping before, and so
she would just buy her meals from the convenience store
So the first time you went shopping together, oh boy was this girl lost
Although she knows all the fruits and vegetables and different types of meat, so the basics, she just doesn’t know what to buy because there are so many choices??
She just wants to buy everything and try it all
And so she does
You’re zooming around all the aisles, and soon each of you have your own cart chock full of food
In the end, two end up buying too much and invite Yoosung over to help y’all cook
“Okay, I get that you wanted to buy a lot to get variety, but that does not explain why you had to buy 10 packs of meat and a total of 5 types of squash,” says Yoosung, mildly exasperated.
Spends the longest time in:
The bakery section! She likes to look at their desserts to get inspiration, and will sometimes by those that catch her fancy. Although she also does spend a lot of time in the coffee section, however, there usually isn’t a lot of variety so she tends to be a bit disappointed.
h a H
Jumin Han grocery shopping?
“Why go to the grocery store when the grocery store could come to you?”
“If you really want to make food yourself, why don’t you just order the ingredients online?”
Because grocery shopping is fun? sometimes
If you’re so insistent about going to the store, he’s 100% down to open one someplace in the building just for you.
Once you turn down all his extravagant ideas and manage to drag his fine ass to the store, Jumin is frowning.
Just like Yoosung, he’ll stop in front of every product there is. But this time, he’ll talk about them from a business perspective.
“If a watermelon costs this much for one pound, then for it to be of a profitable price, the amount of edible watermelon must be equal to—”
“Jumin we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”
He’ll still occasionally stop to calculate the price per consumable unit though
Mutters to himself the whole time
But he proves to be immensely useful
You’re comparing two types of dumplings, different companies, slightly different prices
“Jumin, which one comes out to be the best buy?”
Hoooooooh he’ll go all out
He compares approximate size of dumplings, nutritional values, price per unit, reputability of manufacturer, you name it
So when you go grocery shopping, always bring yourself a Jumin Han to buy the best products in the store
Also because this rich boy is really cute when he wanders around, a little crease between his eyebrows, whispering equations to himself under his breath as he trails behind you like a little kid
Spends longest time in:
Pet food aisle, duhh. Would never dare feed Elly ‘commoner cat food’, though he’ll consider it if you make some brand suggestions. On a side note I feel like Jumin has tried Elly’s food before, especially if it’s something she seems to really like. “Maybe I can replicate this taste but make it something safe for humans to eat?”
cOme ON iT’S SAYOUNG WE ALREADY KNOW IT’LL BE A MESS
First of all, you guys are never both walking. Either you’re in the cart and he pushes, or the other way around.
Here’s the thing though, he’s not so much in the cart as under it
I saw a picture of this but I can’t find it… you know how there’s usually a rack beneath the cart? Yeah, he just lies down on that.
If you leave him under the cart and wander too far away, he will yell “MArcO!” until you answer “polo” in an equally loud manner
This has gotten you kicked out more than a couple of times
“What do you mean soda and chips aren’t enough to sustain the human body?”
“What’s a vegetable?”
It’s like, he knows of the stuff, but he’s never seen any in person
“Wow…that’s…is that really an orange? In flesh????”
“This is edible?” he says, holding a pack of shrimp in his hands
While in the frozen food section: “I wonder what would happen if we blended a pizza, and then used that pizza to make pizza sauce for another pizza? Like…pizzaception.”
you guys actually tried doing that but regretted it because that shit was disgusting
He will try to be more serious if you tell him, but why would you?
Saeyoung makes grocery shopping seem like an adventure
Spends longest time in:
I mean when he’s under the cart he doesn’t really have a choice so he’ll chill there and contemplate whether or not he should lick the floor while you get the food. However, if he’s the one pushing you, you bet he’ll head straight to the snack section. That’s his turf. Will glower at those who dare approach his precious chips. “So um Saeyoung are we just gonna wait around here and chase people away all day or…?”
He’s the type of kid that has absolutely no idea about anything
He’ll point at a cabbage and call it a cucumber
He says carrots grow on trees
You get a lot of stares because he calls everything by the wrong name with so much confidence
The baby is super proud of himself and you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
That changes when Yoosung goes shopping with him once though. Yoosung almost cried when Saeran asked him what this weird, round white thing was called (answer: an oinion. HAH SAERAN IS LIKE AN ONION, HE HAS LAYERS HAHAHAHAHHA I’M SO FUNNY)
Yoosung lowkey kidnaps Saeran and they have a study session together where Saeran learns about the marvelous world of fresh produce
But once you go back to the store together after he studied hard, it’s so precious
Saeran correctly identifies most of the stuff, but after every time he names something, he’ll glance at you, as if waiting for your approval
once you give him a tiny nod, a smile playing around your lips, his eyes will just light the fuck up and ;sdfja;lskdfjaslkdfja the baby bean is gonna blush a lil’ because w oW he did it???
Saeran reverts back to a toddler when y’all go to the store, you better hold his hand or he’ll wander off and get lost in another dimension
Spends longest time in:
ya, the ice cream section. you can get ice cream on a stick?? w h at???? a pre made ice cream cone???? w HA t??? I CAN BUY TWO LITERS BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM??? W H AT?!??!??!?! It’s a Saeran heaven and half the bill goes to his own, full cart of ice cream.
~ u lose ur vibrator somewhere in the apartment u share with
roommate!michael, and he kinda wont mind helping u out((; >requested ~ yess @mioety gave me this awesome prompt i love it a lot >word count ~ 2936 > a/n ~ idk why this turned so fluffy towards the end but who cares requests are sent in here // masterlist
your leggings pushed off your legs, you lay on your floor, rummaging
through one of the boxes you set aside beneath your desk. You took
things out, then set them back in, proceeding to check three times in
case you missed it the first or second time. Sitting up on your knees,
you pushed your hair from your face, and tapered your eyes across the
room, swearing under your breath. It must’ve been somewhere, although
in its defence, you hadn’t used it in a good two months. Standing up,
you walked to the other side of your room, swinging open the cabinet in
the alcove, you bent down, taking out every pair of underwear you kept,
and groaning when, of course, it still wasn’t there. Slamming the
cabinet shut, you approached your door, pulling it open and slipping
into the corridor.
Michael, fortunately, was out to finish the
last tracks for his band’s new album, and told you to not wait up for
dinner seeing as they planned to celebrate afterwards. He insisted you
to come, but you very much needed a night alone, which so far went well
– up to the point where you misplaced your vibrator. Now, you were
pacing around the apartment, your hair still wet from the bath, and only
a buttoned up night shirt over your underwear. Sighing, you peer over
the threshold of the bathroom and stepped in, opening up your cabinet
beneath the sink. After many petty arguments about whose razor was
whose, you and Michael both decided to have separate cabinets – his
above the sink, and yours below.
You pushed everything in your way
to the side – pads, wax strips, hair removal cream, shower gels – in
vain hopes that the vibrator would be somewhere behind them. Although
you knew you wouldn’t have kept it in a place where your roomate could
find it, you still checked everywhere in the bathroom to make sure. You
didn’t need him to know the sordid details of your privacy, just as you
didn’t need to know his, either. The tightness in your stomach grew, and
you sat yourself down. The wetness between your thighs was too much of a
distraction for you to concentrate on anything else.
Entering the living room, you slumped across the sofa, tugging up your legs, and rubbing your thumb over your forehead. Where could it be?
Your clit pulsed beneath your underwear, but you refused to take them
off. Not unless you found your vibrator. You knew you couldn’t make
yourself feel as good just with your fingers – it just wasn’t something
you were good at. Every moment you tried pushing it away, the ball
knotted in your stomach deepened into your heat. Huffing, you pushed
your hair from your eyes, and tried switching on the TV. Your fingers
trembled and your head whirled. You couldn’t remember a time your body
was begging as much as this.
When you heard the lock on the front
door click, you weren’t even bothered to hide your naked legs. You lay
there, your gaze meeting Michael’s as he walked into the apartment. He
stopped taking off his jacket midway, and stared at you, eyebrows
furrowed as he tried figuring out what happened. Of course, you looked
like a mess – no pants, your hair still wet, and an unamused expression
washed over your face.
He laughed. “You okay?”
“No.” You crossed your arms, and averted your attention to the TV. An old rerun of Pretty Little Liars was playing on the low volume.
his head, he hooked up his jacket and joined you on the couch, pushing
your legs out of the way so he had room. Unfazed by seeing you half
naked, he snatched the remote out of your hand and changed the channel.
You stared at him, and considered kicking him off the sofa so you could
reclaim your taken space. Shrinking into your corner, you pulled your
knees up beneath your chin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, not looking away from the TV.
Heat rose up your neck; you touched your cheek with the back of your hand – warm. “I lost something.”
watched his Adam’s apple move beneath his throat, and found yourself
staring at his lips. Bloomed with red, and parted perfectly enough to
take a sip of the beer he brought into the apartment. Any other day, you
would’ve been paranoid he would spill it somewhere, but that evening,
all you could see was how good his mouth looked smeared with alcohol –
shiny and wet. You looked away when he met your gaze, an eyebrow raised,
and a teasing shimmer in his eyes.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said, and chuckled. “What have you lost? I can take a look for it.”
Bewildered, you sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s… it’d be weird if I asked you to look for it.”
“Why? I can help.” He leaned over and set the beer can down while you watched the muscles of his back flex. You had to stop,
you told yourself, but couldn’t bring yourself to shake out how good he
looked in his tank. You could see a strip of skin showing through the
arm hole that dipped all the way down to his waist. He faced you.
“You’re always losing things, anyway.”
You blushed harder, considering to tell him. “It’s…”
“It’s…?” He regarded you expectantly.
breathed in, and glanced out the window, not meeting his eyes. Running
your fingers up your leg, you curled your toes over the sofa. “I lost my
Silence lapsed over you both, until it cracked with
his subdued chuckle. His lack of composure made you stare at him, and he
held both arms up in defence. Before he could say anything, you beat
him to it.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Was I not meant to?”
him a glare, you swung your legs off the sofa and stood, stalking out
of the living room and across the corridor. You knew you shouldn’t have
told him, it would end in humility on your end. Unsure whether you could
even look him in the eye, you locked yourself in the bathroom, and
remained with your hand on either side of the sink and lifting your gaze
to your reflection in the mirror. You pushed your messy hair from your
forehead and ran your thumb down to your bottom lip, staring at how
flushed they’d become beneath the self-inflicted bite marks you left on
them. Your shirt sagged down your shoulder, and you could’ve been
mistaken from coming fresh out of a room full of sweaty sex, when it was
really the opposite. Slamming your hands on the sink, you groaned,
turning around and opening the bathroom door. Michael was waiting in the
corridor for you, and looked up when he saw you come out.
not angry with me, right?” he asked gently, and you rolled your eyes,
crossing your arms and casting your eyes to the ground. His voice was
deep and raspy, and you unwillingly thought of what else he could say,
how close he could be to you… Surprised to have such thoughts about
your roommate, you advanced into your bedroom without a response, but he
caught you by the wrist. “I’m sorry for – fuck, this is so stupid – I’m sorry for teasing you.”
Smiling, you twisted your wrist around. “I’m not angry with you.”
He tugged at your arm gently. “Look at me.”
you turned around, faced with his breath gliding across the slant of
your nose, and the faintness of his cologne teasing you a little closer.
You couldn’t bare to lift your eyes to his, because you knew what
they’d read – you knew they’d be spilling with curiousity of what
could’ve possibly had you so worked up to submit to telling him what you
lost. You couldn’t bare to meet his gaze because you knew with one
look, you were gone, and you would be melting into his hands and telling
him every sordid thought that passed your mind as your hand passed your
heat. He was near to you, near enough to inhale the scent behind your
ear. When his hand reached up and into the curve of your neck, he
brushed his thumb across the shiny skin on your cheekbone. For the first
time in your life, you found yourself shy in front of Michael Clifford.
the hem of your shirt down, you tried covering your cold thighs,
stepping only a little nearer towards him. You could hear him breathe
in, and watched his Adam’s apple bob. You tilted your head up,
whispering, “don’t make me want you. I’m so ready for anything, I could
let you take me in this corridor.”
Your heart beat sped up at your own words, and you anticipated his response.
sound of his mouth moving as he spoke rose hairs all over your arms. “I
hate hearing you play with yourself. I hate it. I hate it, because it’s
the proof another pair of fingers are making you cum that aren’t mine.”
hand slipped away from your face, and flattened over your collarbones,
making their way down to the slope of your breast. You bit your lip, and
laced your fingers into his shirt, while his caught onto your nipple
above your clothes. The TV remained humming from downstairs, and the wind
blew in through the open windows. Everything tangled around you both,
standing in the corridor while you passed every boundary you set up when
you first moved in. He groaned into your hair when his palm moved
around to settle between your legs, feeling how you soaked well into
Gripping one of your thighs, he mumbled,
“jump up, for me.” And when you did, your legs were wrapped around his
waist, his hands going under to hold you up, and he was walking you into
Your back hit the mattress, but you didn’t release
his hips. He kissed you, and hard at that, his lips finding yours for a
moment you could pin down to the point of when your nerves begun soaring
for him. He settled between your legs and steadied your hips, smiling
down at you, and loving the way your lips pulsed as his mark on you. You
ran your hands over his shoulders, trying to familiarise yourself with
the body you’d wanted to touch for so long. You remembered all the
nights where you tossed and turned with your vibrator running over your
clit, consumed with the thought of him. He parted your legs, pulling you
onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck,” you said,
feeling the denim of his jeans graze your core when he took your
underwear off. “God, I can’t believe this. I’m soaking your pants.”
not complaining, sweetheart.” He attempted to move you to unbutton
them, until he was met by a whimper leaving your mouth as you ground
against him. His fingers tickled the bottom of your spine. “Baby, do you
wanna ride my thigh? Hmm?”
Regarding him, you balanced your hands on his waist. “I need you.”
“Is that so?” He rose an eyebrow. “You have me.”
no, no,” you trailed a hand down to his crotch, feeling how warm he was
as his member was a bump beneath your palm. “I need this.”
he cupped your fist, draping your arm over his shoulder. You blushed
fiercely, the proximity between the two of you still taking you by
surprise. His mouth was warm when he kissed you again, his tongue
finding your bottom lip, then his teeth. Nervously, you kissed down his
jaw, unsure what he liked, but hoping he didn’t mind. His grip fell on
your hips, and let you slide over the denim on his jeans, a gasp tearing
through your lips as the friction sent a burst of shock through you.
that okay, Y/N?” he mumbled into the crown of your head, and you
nodded, apprehending the next moment impatiently. “I love how you sound,
Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, eyes fluttering
shut when he reached down and rubbed your clit himself. The pad of his
finger was callused, and you wanted to drown in the feeling of having
the heel of his hand press into your waist with him making you feel
better than you could’ve done in all the time you had. He traced the tip
of his finger across you, coating it in your own wetness and circling
the small bud, a leap of delight causing you to flinch and hold him
tighter against your body. Your hips were drifting off his lap, giving
him more space to make you feel good.
“Fuck,” you said, lips
mumbling over his tank top. “What are you doing to me, Michael? It’s
like you know my body better than I ever did.”
He slid his finger
down to your core, biting his lip and gripping your hips when he felt
you inhale deeply. “I’d do anything to make you feel good.”
your head up, you caught his mouth in a kiss, and he lay down on the
bed, keeping your legs split across his waist. Feeling yourself blush
under his gaze, you lifted his top, the skin of his belly soft and
supple underneath your hands. Pushing the tank all the way up, you let
him take it off, then proceed to unbutton your shirt. You shared a
nervous laugh when his bracelet caught onto one of them, and his warm
hand was pressed against your chest as he tried unhooking himself from
you. Smiling, you unknotted the loop, and shrugged of your shirt,
leaning over him with your naked chest on his.
“It feels like I’ve
done this before,” he murmured as you unzipped his jeans. “This doesn’t
feel awkward or strange – you feel like home.”
attempt at hiding a smile made him kiss you – not hard, nor lustful,
but with an unspoken amount of love neither of you had ever admitted to
each other. The love that he denied when he woke up and saw you making
breakfast, or the love that you denied when he came home from a long day
and felt happy to be around him again. You both shared tokens of love
that were small enough to be ignored by anybody else, but neither of you
ignored them. You pretended the feelings didn’t exist, but all of them
did. Every single one. You reached up, lacing your fingers with his.
always felt like home,” you told him, and sat up, running your finger
along the skin above his underwear line. “I need you.”
His eyes lifted to yours, and he smiled, repeating his words the last time you said that. “You have me.”
your bottom lip between your teeth, you tugged his underwear down, his
member growing in your hand. You pumped him, collecting his precum on
your thumb and his body trembling as he groaned, taking your free hand
and kissing the back of it. His cock was hard already, but you wanted to
make sure he felt as wonderful as you did when you were in his grip.
You picked up your pace, but he quickly grabbed you wrist.
“I don’t want to cum just yet.” Sitting up, he tugged you closer to him. “I want to cum inside you.”
in relief, you ran your hands up his length one more time, lifting your
hips and trailing his tip along your slit, which was wet from your
arousal. He swore, watching you in your actions. He licked his middle
finger and ran it across your clit, catching you by surprise and turning
you on more than you thought you could. He filled you up, and you both
moaned, his grasp on your hand tightening when you clenched around him.
His palm went to your waist, helping you ride him and leaning in to kiss
“Michael,” you said softly on his mouth, “you feel better than I could ever imagine.”
“I could say the same for you.” He bucked his hips up, and emitted a cracked whine. “Jesus Christ, I’m so close. Already. I’ve barely even touched you.”
shake your head, quickening your pace and making him reel in surprise. A
knot forms in the pit of your stomach, and you tense up, nails digging
into his thighs and he grabbed you, pulling you close and whispering
into your ear.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel me throbbing in you?”
“God, I’m gonna cum.”
He rutted his hips onto yours, going in deep. “Cum for me, baby.”
few moments later, your held him close to you, breathing him in and
trying your best to root yourself, but you couldn’t. The orgasm washed
over you hard, and you trembled, feeling the muscles in his stomach
tighten as he joined you, the remains of his climax running down your
thighs. You fell on top of him, unable to find the strength to get up.
He played with your hair, catching his breath and pulling the duvet over
your shoulders. You could barely open your eyes.
“Don’t want you getting cold,” he said, and you laughed gently. “Did that feel good?”
You nodded. “Amazing. Thank you.”
He kissed your head, through your hair, and exhaled. “Anything for you. Anything.”
It wasn’t just that he could physically feel him, Naruto didn’t need sage mode to know exactly where his wayward friend had snuck off to in the dead of night from the hospital.
It seemed as if Naruto’s eyes had blearily opened the very moment he felt that chakra, that essence, that damn fire begin to distance itself.
He didn’t want to think too much on how the panic had flooded his being at the the idea of how he might not come back.
As it was, Sasuke had found himself restless and his feet had simply taken him to that familiar, nostalgic lake. Near numb, he had sat himself, body still aching, to watch the ripples of the water, the reflection of moonbeams on its surface. It had been so long since he had been here, this quiet, safe and sad little spot.
He did not intend to come back before, but he would not deny the bitter sweetness of its memory and felt himself almost smile for a moment at the sheer nature of it all. All that suffering, training, fighting, to end up back here was almost ironic…
An approaching presence caught him at full focus.
Of course he felt him instantly, as always, that familiar warmth, setting something within him to pulsate, wanting to gravitate towards it…
Honestly, Sasuke shouldn’t have been surprised, yet his eyes flickered a fraction wider for a moment, not a few minutes later he could barley but still perfectly hear the trained silence of the nins every footstep.
Sasuke did not turn to ackowledge the approach but Naruto didn’t need such to know that the other had already felt him.
The blonde plopped next to him, rather ungracefully, grunting softly most likely from the fact he was just as sore as Sasuke was.
Neither spoke, for their silence was comfortable and almost so lovely it hurt. It had been so long since it had been like this, just sitting beside one another after a mission, tired and worn and somehow content to simply be in one another’s company.
As usual it was Naruto who broke the quiet first.
“Ya know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He laughed softly, shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips.
Blushing, he peeked a sideward glance at the raven haired boy.
“To just sit next to you again.“
Scratching the back of his tousled blonde locks he continued on, no longer thinking much about what he was saying, it was flowing out of him and Sasuke listened intently.
“I know you already know… Silly how I can sometimes forget how much you really know me. Even after all those years we spent apart…”
Naruto looked away, those were still fresh wounds that hurt to talk about but he found himself smiling beside himself
“When I saw you, all that pain of time being lost faded. Like when I finally got to be with you everything went still… Which is sort of weird, ya know cause those moments were never enough.”
Sasuke felt something radiating through every facet of his being but naming it was frightening.
It would be just like Naruto to voice aloud the secrets they had already seen in one another’s hearts.
It was one thing to read his soul before a battle. Another to do so sitting here, a calm sweet breeze in the air, Naruto’s body beside his own, no plans, no motive.
Yes, of course he knew, for he felt it too. So much that it… Hurt.
Flashes of their last battle flickered before Sasuke’s vision. His sharingan had been engraining Naruto’s every movement to memory. With an opponent like Naruto, one couldn’t risk a moments distraction.
Sasuke smirked at the thought, Naruto would love to hear him admit that aloud but there wasn’t a chance he’d ever give the dobe that kind of satisfaction.
Not only that but Sasuke had wanted to recall every facial expression, take in the endlessness of his blue eyes, those charming whiskers, that determined glare… He wanted to put all that beauty that was Naruto and keep it in a mason jar snugged deep within his soul.
It was a masochistic ritual meant to make the killing of this boy even more devastating. Yes for he really had intended to do it.
Sasuke gulped, a slight tremble running up his single hand.
Naruto took notice and turned to face him fully now.
“What is it?”
Sasuke pondered for a moment if he should disclose anything to him. What words would he even say?
To say sorry didn’t feel right when Naruto hadn’t ever felt his intentions in any other way then it meaning the death of them both.
“Stubborn.” Sasuke murmured, suddenly. “Just so I wouldn’t be alone, you were really going to let me kill you and you were really going to kill me.”
Naruto’s eyes softened, his smile faltering somewhere lost in anguish and in love. Abruptly, he was pouting and Sasuke tilted his head curiously at the sight.
“You’re just as stubborn, teme! Worse even!”
Sasuke laughed at him, which only furthered his pouting.
“Did you miss me when you were gone?” Naruto asked, shamelessly, without warning.
“I tried not to think of you.” Sasuke answered, truthfully, shyly because it had been a feat he couldn’t ever tackle.
Naruto had to admit that ached. But he showed nothing of it.
“It turned out to be an act of futility though.” He added on, casually, despite how for some reason his heart was racing in his ribcage.
“Since sunsets have a way of reminding me of you. It’s very troublesome.”
“Heh.” Naruto’s entire cheeks went a soft pink that contrasted like art against his tanned skin. It didn’t go unnoticed by the boy beside him.
“I feel the same way about the moon but … To be honest I couldn’t ever stop thinking of you.”
“I know.” Sasuke’s voice went tender and when Naruto reached his good arm to let his fingers graze Sasuke’s, something inside him burst.
Like a tidal wave, no like a fucking volcanic eruption and when they intertwined their fingers, something like heaven crawled up both their nerves.
The comfy silence remained, the tiniest hues of light began to signify that soon the sun would rise, both boys a little surprised at how hours had passed and not just a few mere minutes.
Maybe that was one of the things the dobe was right about, Sasuke thought, with him time really did slow and yet there really never was enough of it.
Sasuke stole a glance at his bestfriend, who was dangling his feet across the edge of the bridge, a delicate, little smile about his lips.
Feeling his stare, Naruto met his gaze, blue eyes on black.
Naruto let his fingers slide from Sasuke’s, a loss of warmth Sasuke would have protested if Naruto had not immediately trailed his fingertips across his pale cheekbone, to grab a soft onyx lock of hair and gently place it behind his ear, revealing the swirling purple of the rinnegan.
Sasuke tried desperately to keep the rushing warmth from his face. Naruto didn’t remove his hand from its spot behind Sasuke’s neck.
Kiss him, you coward, Sasuke thought. The desire and need for that intimacy and closeness to Naruto had completely taken over.
His eyes instantaneously casting downward to see the sculpted pink lips of his…
What a insufficient phrase that had always been. Frustrated and determined, he gripped Naruto’s chin, Sasuke leaned forward and captured those lips, which were even softer and warmer then he could have daydreamed.
Blue eyes went wide only to flutter close, the kiss was short and somehow they both felt breathless once they broke apart, foreheads touching.
Something like fire burning at each of their cores.
“I’m still really glad I met you.” Naruto whispered.
“Even if it means one arm?”
The blonde chuckled and let his hand run through the others hair, caress his cheek, scoot in even closer till he was nearly on the others lap
It just felt too good to be beside him and Sasuke clearly had no objection to this, in fact for the rest of that sunrise they sat, legs intertwined, shoulders and heads resting against one another.
“Thank you, Naruto.” Sasuke said, looking down at the boy with half closed eyelids, near sleep on his shoulder
“For what?” The blonde yawned, sleepily.
“For being my damn usuratonkachi.”
Naruto raised his head to stick a tongue out at him.
Sasuke smirked in return. For the first time since Itachi, he felt safe and like he was home.
“Well then thanks for being my teme.”
“Hn.” Was the ravens only reply.
The rest of their time there was filled with tiny bouts of conversations about what each other had missed in their time apart, about their childhood and their plans and thoughts of the future.
Sasuke was content to hear the babbles and daydreaming of his idiot and they would have went on even longer if Naruto’s stomach hadn’t growled mid sentence.
“Ramen?” Sasuke figured and Naruto beamed at him, a burst of energy hauling him to his feet, he reached his hand out and Sasuke accepted, that same electric feeling soaring within him.
They walked hand and in hand. Neither feeling quite like letting go.
Anon- Hello love! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but I really loved your last Liam imagine so I was wondering if you could please write a Liam imagine where he once saved the reader who is a werewolf too, so she starts being protective with him and then he’s starts to act weird in front of her because he likes her. like, she wonders why his heart raises when she’s around, thanks!
Author’s Note- Hope you enjoy. You can find some of my other imagines here x
One Week Ago
“Y/n move!” Liam shouted, after noticing Tracy was coming up from behind you. You didn’t hear in time. You turned around and felt sharp claws penetrate your side, making your eyes glow bright gold. You fell to the ground paralysed after the Kanima venom worked its way into your bloodstream. You couldn't do anything but stare above you, seeing Tracy’s face as she towered above you, her hand stretched ready to make her final move. You then saw as a figure pushed her to the ground with an animalistic growl, after hearing more cuts, punches and tables being broken, you felt someone lift you up to carry you bridal style. He tilted your head up so you could see him. You smiled weakly and let out a sigh of relief, with the limited movement in your neck you put your head into his chest and slowly let your eyes close, knowing you’d soon be fine. Thank god for Liam Dunbar.
Liam picked up a tray and examined the food options in the dinner queue. “Move Dunbar” one of his team mates said playfully, pushing in front of him. “Come on dude, that’s the third time this week” Liam complained like a kid. “Fuck you” you said picking up a tray and positing yourself next to Liam. “It’s only a joke, tell your girl to chill” his team mate brushed off, shaking his head. “She’s not my-” Liam began to explain awkwardly, before you interrupted. “Apologise and go to the back of the queue before I shove this tray so far up your arse that you start seeing-” you began to threaten, until Liam covered your mouth with his hand. “Okay man chill, I’m sorry and I’ll see you at practice” he said as he backed away, slightly scared. You simply turned away and began to look at the food, as if nothing had happened. “What was that?” he asked, with a grin on his face. “He was treating you as inferior, to which I disagree” you stated, pouting at the sight of the dreadful food your school was serving. “Y/n” he said, trying not to laugh. “Huh?” your cheeks began to flush, at the thought of you having something on your face or something in your hair to make him laugh at you. “You do realise, you just also pushed in the queue” he said, looking at all the students that were complaining to one another. “Oh right” you realised, looking a bit hypocritical. “I’m just going to go” you began to back away before he quickly grabbed your wrist before you could. You both couldn’t help but listen as both of your heart beats slowed down to the same rate and beat loudly for a split second. He assumed that yours was purely because he shocked you, you on the other hand was confused as to why his did too. You looked as him quizzically, before he quickly let go with a really anxious look on his face. “Oh erm sorry, I was just going to say you may as well stay now, we’re almost at the front” he mumbled. “Oh okay, I guess so” you shrugged. Neither of you spoke another word while In the queue together and you barely talked while at the lunch table, which caused a few quizzical looks among the pack. I guess both of you were too busy over analysing what had just happened.
Later on, you all met up at Scott’s house for your weekly pack meeting. Liam had made an excuse not to walk with you like you usually did, he instead had already arranged for Stiles to come and pick you up. “Hey” Stiles beamed as you got into the front seat of his jeep. “Heyy” you retuned the energy. “Let’s roll out” he said, putting it into reverse. “How many coffees have you had?” you asked with wide eyes, looking down to see all the empty Starbucks cups scattered around. “Today? Only like three” he shrugged, speaking a little too quick. “I better not die in this piece of scrap metal” you whined. “Never insult Roscoe like that!” he said pointing at you, while still looking at the road. “And you’ve named it” you laughed. “Don’t listen to her, I love you just the way you are” he claimed, kissing his steering wheel as you pulled up at Scott’s. When you arrived, everyone else was already there and waiting for the pair of you. You sat next to Liam, once again hearing his heart beat out of his chest. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows but he stared straight ahead of him and Scott began to speak before you could say anything about his shady behaviour. There wasn’t long left of the meeting thankfully, it was one of the most awkward things you’d experienced when there was no need for it to be. Liam’s heart would randomly race whenever yours and his shoulders brushed or every time he felt you look at him. Normally he would make groans when he got bored but he sat there like a statue the whole time. With about ten minutes left Stiles got a call from his dad and he had to leave early, so unfortunately for Liam, that meant walking home with you, considering you lived literally a few houses away from one another it seemed only rational.
“Liam will you slow down?” you whined, walking ten steps behind him. “You’re a werewolf now Y/n, you cant use the ‘I’m not into sport’ excuse anymore” he called back to you, referring to how lazy you used to be before you received the bite. He stopped suddenly, after he could no longer hear the noise of you walking and sighing loudly. He turned around to see you were no longer there and feeling scared was an understatement, he swiftly turned back around to look for you and practically screamed when he saw you in front of him. “Wow Liam, who knew you had lungs like that” you teased jokingly. “It’s not funny, I thought you were kidnapped” he breathed half in relief, half in annoyance. “I’m a werewolf, remember?” you said, your eyes then widened at the sight of a flashing neon sign. You skipped merely and opened the doors into the diner. That was a thing you loved about small towns, the old school diners with good and cheap food. Liam groaned but hesitantly followed behind you. You sat in your usual booth and he sat opposite you with a grumpy expression. “What are we doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I’m hungry” you said innocently. He looked relieved for a second, until you continued. “And also to find out why you’re avoiding me” you also crossed your arms. “Usual?” the waitress asked, while Liam sunk into his chair. “Yes please” you smiled. She then looked over at him. “Just a coke please” he mumbled. She looked surprised, normally Liam ordered half of the menu but she simply nod and walked off to the kitchen. “You’re being weird, tell me what’s up” you said straight forwardly after a few minutes of watching him pretend to read the menu he was holding, that was upside down. “I’m not being weird” he scoffed, looking anywhere but at you. “I know when you’re lying” you claimed, leaning forward. His eyes flickered for a minute, while he raised his hand to bite his fingernails. “Why are you doing that?” you asked with a slight look of disgust. “Nervous” he replied simply. “There’s no reason for you to be nervous” you said, focusing on the food that the waitress placed in front of you. “There is when you’re trying to tell your best friend you’re in love with her” he accidently blurted out. Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly looked from your plate to him. The waitress awkwardly backed away after hearing that, trying to supress the smile on her face. “Oh god” he suddenly said in horror, realising what he just said. You sat there with your mouth parted open looking at him. “It just slipped out” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please say something” he squeaked, after you didn’t reply. “You love me” you simply repeated. “As a friend-” he tried to lie, “As more than a friend” he admitted straight after. “I-I-” you began to stutter. Liam waited in anticipation for your response, not sure if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. “I cant do this right now” you said, picking up your bag and exiting the diner in a matter of seconds. He sat there, his head in his hands in the booth that was once his safe place. Your safe place.
“Y/n you fucking idiot” you said out loud to yourself in your bedroom. You had been pacing back and forth for like half an hour. “Why didn’t you tell him that you feel the same” you complained. “Oh god” you sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You heard your phone buzz from on your bed, you picked it up to see a message from Liam; ‘I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I didn’t want to ruin us’. You exhaled and gave a brief thought. “Fuck this” you said, locking your phone, shoving it into your jean pocket and grabbing your coat from the back of your door. You didn’t slowly approach the situation like any normal human being would, in fact you stormed from your house back to the diner impulsively. You knew he would still be there, you saw him through the window, clouded with condensation. His head was on the table and it was practically empty in there. You burst into the doors and walked over to your booth, it didn’t take long for him to recognise the smell of your perfume or the sound of your heartbeat. He lifted himself up, but before either of you could say anything, you scooted to sit beside him and pressed your lips to his harshly but longingly. He was surprised at first, to say the least but he soon opened up and deepened the kiss. The only reason you pulled away from one another was to catch your breath. You stared at each other, examining every detail. “I owe you ten bucks” the chef whispered to the waitress. Both of your werewolf hearings picked up on that from across the room. “I told you, they were meant to be together from the first time they came here” the waitress smiled reminiscently. You and Liam smiled upon hearing that. “I guess this means you like me back?” he asked. “I don’t like you- I love you” you corrected, putting your head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. He stroked your hair and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m hungry” you claimed. “Yeah me too” he agreed. You both glanced over to the waitress and chef. “Its on the house” they spoke at the same time, accidently giving away that they were listening to your conversation. Y/F/N and Liam Dunbar, who’d have thought you’d ever be more than best friends? Well everyone apart from the pair of you, but regardless the feelings you had for him were mutual. That was the day you realised you’d already found your soulmate and everything else stemmed from there.
Requests are closed ATM sorry, I have too many and so I wont be doing any that are sent as I have too many that I’m currently working on. I’ll let you know when they’re open x
Summary: Directly after the events of CA:TWS, Bucky meets a girl with extraordinary abilities and together they may have a chance to recover from their troubled pasts.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2369 Warnings: Mild language (like, really mild, barely worth mentioning type mild) A/N: Okay so this part is a bit longer than I intended but I couldn’t help myself because I’ve kinda missed this series, I hope you guys like it! Reader’s thoughts are italicized.
Feel free to request anything by sending an ask to my inbox! (Please check if requests are still open before requesting!)
“Fuck…” You whispered to yourself, toying with the phone in your hands as you contemplated the lit screen in front of you.
The phone was open on a contact- Peter Parker’s contact to be exact. After having only one class with him, you’d foolishly fallen in love. You treasured the days when you’d walk into the Biology room, expecting to be bored to death with yet another lecture and instead getting to see Peter’s smile and his beautifully fluffy hair covering up your view of the professor’s board- not that you minded in the least. He gave off a warm and friendly vibe and had a kind personality, making your days that much easier to get through- well, that was when he attended the lectures, anyway. For being so smart, he had an outstandingly large amount of tardies and absences.
Note: this is my first GoT fanfic so I hope its good, I plan on making many more for different characters and if you have any character suggestions that should be done first let me know!
You were never really
innocent, like far from it. You never acted like a lady but you were forced
too, until you dishonored your father, he sent you to the Nights watch to be
their fuck toy or something along those lines. At least you got to go to the
wall, you could handle yourself very well, and your uncle was the Commander
there so you would be treated fairly well.
To be honest, the raw coming out early this month is a bit of a letdown to me, especially when I have no idea where I could buy it? @@ Anywayy, since someone posted the raw already, and I’m not the patient type to wait till the official release date, I ended up reading it and made a summary as usual. I know that someone else has already put up a summary somewhere, but it feels weird for me not to write anything about BSD every month. And even though I called it a “summary’, I ended typing out anything that came in mind so please forgive the mess I created!
Apart from all those things, I really enjoyed the chapter. It brought up some promising character developments, and again more and more Shinsoukoku’s interaction. Dazai met an interesting turn of event too, which I find pretty much entertaining :P
As always, feel free to correct if I’m wrong at any part. I am just doing it to practice my Japanese.
Request: “Maybe one where
the reader was together with Kylo before he turned to the dark side and they’re
one opposites sides in a war? The reader is force sensitive and is now together
with Rey? I don’t mind angst lolol”
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 2071
Warnings: ANGST N DEATH OK
Ben waited for you, sitting on a rock,
twiddling with his training lightsaber while you spoke to Luke inside of the
temple. Some fellow students waved as they passed him by, one even stopping to
talk to him briefly about how gruelling the past couple of tests had been. Ben
had always been somewhat sceptical of Luke’s teaching methods, often being the
only one courageous enough to speak out against his uncle. Sometimes, he would
even take part in a short boycott of his own design, trying to spite Luke into
being gentler, more understanding. But no matter what he tried, his old tutor
would always convince him to re-join. By no means did Ben hate his uncle, he
just found that as he matured, he could find more flaws in his life, and in the
ways Luke intended to shape him into a Jedi.
Ben had never wanted to be a Jedi. He
longed to roam on board the Millennium Falcon alongside his father, discovering
all the Galaxy had to offer him. Or even taking part in the political affairs
that his mother was involved in. But no, they had given him no choice. He
thought it was so uncharacteristically cruel of his parents to force him into
this life, and then continue to bicker about it, using him as a means to drive
themselves further apart from each other. He was both the only reason they
stayed together, and the only reason they argued until their love dwindled. Even
though they had unequivocally banished him to a life under his uncle’s
demanding terms, he still longed to see them. He loved them more than anything,
well, anything apart from you.