I know I never make original content but here we have it, a fic rec list from yours truely! I’ll say the rating and give the discription, and my opinion as well. Always check tags before reading! BTW these are not in order at all!!
“Lance always wanted to be an artist. But after a car accident, he’s left with a rare disorder called monochromacy; making him unable to see any colour. Keith is a rebellious foster kid with a photographic memory and a passion for drawing, making safe places in his art, pieced together through photos in his mind…”
Rating: Teen and Up, 13 Ch; 39K words, Ongoing TW: violence, panic attacks, car accidents, PTSD, check tags on work before reading.
My opinion: From whats there so far, it’s full of support for each other and full of equal panic and angst so read carefully.
“…This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.”
My Opinion: I can not get enough of this fic, it has me waiting for the next update with antcipation at all times of the day, do not read if you care about social life. It’s so well written that lance feels tangible tbh. You get sassy interactions and a deep backstory that’s been yet to be released, although I have some ideas…
ALSO: Please go check out @soottea and @wardenalistair the former being an offical artist and co auther to the later, they are amazing and answer questions and are just generally lovely people! you can look through the tag OTI on my tumblr for some art!
My Opinion: This fic was super sharp and harsh on Keith’s side of things, and it stays constant as you read through up until the very (very) end where everything falls into place and it all becomes soft. I love klance *swoons*
“Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet)…”
Rating: Mature, 10 Ch; 38K words, Complete no major warnings but read the tags
My Opinion: This is so good, it has more plot than I expected and it’s actually super sweet. Keith does the hair thing and Lance falls for it as much as I do.
“(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy… (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck??? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake!
Rating: General Audience, 10 Ch; 85K words
My opinion: UgH this is so sweet and I am in love, they’re all in college I think and pidge and hunk are the best wingmen.
Warning: lots of violence, attempted murder, attempted suicide, and much much more blood and gore.
It’s rare for me to start the A/Ns with a warning but… The whole chapter is basically just that….. Sorry….
In the middle part, the POV changes back and forth to different places. Sorry if it will be confusing.
Fresh paced around the hallways as he waits for the doctor to come out of the room. He found Fika in a very narrow alleyway, already dying. He really hopes that Fika will be safe.
“Fresh, calm down.” Paperjam hugged fresh from behind. Fresh just nodded and sighed.
A few minutes later, familiar voices called out to them.
“Fresh!” Fresh looked at the direction of the voice and saw Xahji. She has a worried look on her face, tears threatening to fall.
“X-xahji….” Fresh looked behind Xahji and noticed the worried Idle and Siren. Colonna is there as well. But for some reason….. She looks like she is faking it…. Fresh must be overthinking it.
“Where’s Fika?! Is she alright?” Idle asked worryingly.
“We don’t know yet…… ” Fresh responded.
“Poor Fika…” Colonna said with fake concern.
“Let’s just wait… For now….” Fresh said as they sat.
A few minutes later which felt like hours, the doctor finally came out.
“Doctor!” Idle rushed to the doctor and grabbed her coat.
“How is she?” Siren questioned.
“Her vocal cord is damaged. She won’t be able to apeak from now on. And she had a lot of blood loss. She would need hours or maybe days befor she wakes up. But I can assure you that she will live.” The doctor said as she removed Idle’s hands gently.
“Thank you.” Paper jam said.
“You can enter the room now but be gentle. Call me when needed.” The doc said and left them.
Idle quickly bursted into the room. He rushed to Fika’s side.
“Fika…. I’m sorry you had to suffer for this…..” Idle apologized hoping that he hears her.
“Idle, don’t blame yourself.” Colonna held his shoulders.
“But it IS my fault!” Idle’s tears started to fall.
“No it’s not.” Xahji hugged Idle.
“B-but-” Idle started only to be cut off by a kiss.
“Look, Idle. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. Let’s just make sure that Fika is ok.” Siren said. No one noticed the frown that Colonna was giving though.
“I’ll stay here to watch on Fika. Someone has to guard her, y'know.” Fresh said.
“You sure? You’ll be skipping class.” Colonna confirmed.
“I’ll be fine. One absent won’t hurt.” Fresh assured her.
“Plus, I’ll be with him the whole time.” Paperjam added.
“Ok….” Idle nodded and left the room with Siren, Xahji and Colonna.
“Now….” PaperJam pulled Fresh by the waist. “We finally have time for ourselves~” He kissed Fresh suddenly, earning a slight reaction from him.
“Mmmf~!” Fresh felt PaperJam penetrate his mouth. He pushed PJ away, blushing.
“P-paperJam… We are in a hospital….. This isn’t a place where we should do it now…..” Fresh said, embarrassed. “Plus, Fika might wake up any minute…”
“Freshy…. You’re no fun, today.” PaperJam leaned his head on the crook of Fresh’s neck.
“We just…. Can’t do it here….” Fresh looked away.
“How about tonight~?” PaperJam smirked when he saw Fresh’s blush darken.
(Me: Meanwhile, with the tailed jerk, clueless idiot, one-eyed monster and the psychopatic yandere~)
(Siren, Idle, Xahji & Colonna: Excuse us?!?!)
(Me: Ok, ok. Meanwhile, with the four friends~)
“I can’t believe this….” Xahji thought outloud.
“Fika was one of the few friends I have….” Idle sighed.
“She did nothing wrong to deserve this.” Siren growled with anger.
“Whoever could have done this?” Colonna asked to nobody in particular.
They all just sighed in unison. They were walkng back to the school since it’d only a 25-minute walk to the hospital.
“Poor Fika…” Idle murmured.
“Hey, guys. Let’s just go back and inform everyone in class.” Colonna said.
They all agreed.
“They have the right to know.” Siren told them.
“I’m gonna tell Goth to tell Palette. The captain and the nurse were close, afterall.” Xahji informed her friends.
“I’ll…. Go tell Cray….and maybe Cil….” Idle looked down at his feet, some of his tears still escaped.
“Idle….” Siren hugged his boyfriend tightly.
“I’ll go tell My bros….. And maybe the teachers, I guess….” Siren looked to the side.
“I’ll… Tell our classmates then.” Colonna kept walking ahead of her friends.
“Let’s just hope that she’ll be fine.” They all nodded until finally, they reached the school.
~time skip brought to you by cliche~
Colonna rushed to the clinic and took the poison. Good thing that she stole Fika’s keys before she stabbed her to half-death.
Her plan has officially started.
“This will work. Fika is in the hospital, Snazzy and Cil have practice, Xahji’s helping Goth in fixing the library, Swifty and Cray are preparing for the next UnderHigh News, Idle is with them… But I can call him here…” Colonna thought to herself.
“Just gotta prepare the suicide letter, the food, the poison and my trusty knife just in case.” Colonna pulled out her knife. Her favorite one to use in killing people. Yes, this wasn’t the first time.
There were multiple cases of dissapearance of students in their school. And it’s all because they either had a crush on Siren or they got too close to him.
“Oh Siren-pai, we will be together soon. I promise…” She hid the knife in her knife pocket under her skirt. That way, it won’t be too obvious.
She poured the poison in the food and decided to call Idle for an invitation for snacks.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello?” She smiled when she heard Idle.
“Hey, Idle. You busy? I was wondering if we could have a snack together today.” Colonna said innocently.
“Sure! I’ll just have to finish some things here.” Idle smiled.
“Ok! I’m willing to wait.” Waiting isn’t a problem for her, anymore. It’s all calculated. “See you on the roof top.”
“I’ll be there in 20 min i guess.” Idle chuckled and hung up the phone.
After poisoning Idle, she could just throw him off the railings down the dumpster next to the school’s incinerator. She prepared everything beforehand.
By lunch, the delinquents aren’t there, guarding. If she ever had to use her knife, she could still throw the body there and use the door on the west. That place isn’t crowded plus, it was almost time for school to end, anyways.
“Everything is flowing according to plan. And his 20 minutes has started. Its…. 5:25.” Colonna smirked and waited for the clueless Idle to go.
“Ugh….. This is such a pain…..” Xahji complained as she put down a box above the three other boxes.
“Hey, Xahji. Need help?” A voice said.
“Oh. Hey, Dance. I was just about to take these to my clubroom.” Xahji said. “But they are too heavy.”
“I can help you.” Dance suggested.
“Really? It won’t bother you, would it?” Xahji asked.
“Nah. Not a single bit.” Dance smiled as he picked up the two heavier boxes.
“Ok. Thanks.” Xahji said and picked up the other two boxes.
“It’s almost 10 hours…” Fresh sighed as she looked at Fika with worried eyes.
“She’ll be fine.” PaperJam said while playing in his phone.
“You always say that.” Fresh frowned and looked at PaperJam.
“Because it’s the truth.” PaperJam said.
“But she’s been asleep. For 10 hours!” Fresh shouted the last part.
“So? She will wake up soon, Fresh! Justcalm down!” He heard a game over in his phone. “Great. Now, look. I lost.”
“So what?! Fika is much more important!” Fresh shouted before he heard a groan.
He looked at Fika moving. He rushed to her side and held her hand.
“Fika? Fika can you hear me? Paperjam call the doctor!” Fresh stated in panic and relief.
“Got it.” PaperJam pushed the button and alerted the nurses that Fika is awake.
Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.
Pairing: Lance x Reader
Warnings: probably swearing
A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).
Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?
Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?
So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.
It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.
And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.
Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?
Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.
It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.
The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.
God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.
You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.
You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.
Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.
“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.
“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.
Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”
You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”
Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.
He smirks at you. “Hey.”
You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”
“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.
“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.
“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.
“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”
The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.
“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.
“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”
Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.
“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”
You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.
“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.
“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.
“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.
“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.
“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.
You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.
“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.
“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”
Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”
The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.
The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.
Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.
“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.
Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”
Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”
“Your face is bullshit.”
“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”
“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.
Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.
“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.
It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.
“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.
“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.
A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!
Scenario where all the guys are arguing over being in love with the reader? (i want to see how they would handle that.)
I kind of made this an ailment thing anon, cause I just couldn’t see the bros arguing like that T-T I hope this is okay!
While fighting a group of killer wasps, the boys are doused in an unrecognisable gas. It affects them in a most unusual way…
Fem!Reader x …all of the bros I guess! SFW WC: 4564 (another longer one, sorry!)
The sound of clanging metal was strong in your ears. You and
the boys had unfortunately run into some killer wasps on your journey, and they
were posing quite an annoying
challenge. The three huge insects were rearing up again, and you knew that at
any moment, they were going to release those horrible status ailment gases.
Nimbly you dodged out of range.
“Guys! Look out!” But your warning call was too late as thick
blue jets of gas expelled from the three wasps, clouding around the boys still
in close range.
“Ugh, does it have to smell so bad?” cried Prompto, swishing his arms around desperately in a
futile attempt to waft the gas away. You knew that it wasn’t going to stop the
gas from working into their bodies though, once it hits you it’s like it clings
“What even is this one?” Noctis yelled, warp striking to one
of the wasps trying to fly higher out of reach. He plunged his engine blade
into the wasp, bringing it back down to the ground where Ignis impaled it with
his spear. One down.
“I must say I am rather confused myself. I’ve never seen
that colour before.”
“Yeah well, I say we destroy them before it has a chance to
work.” Gladio charged at the second wasp, knocking it to the floor with a heavy
swing of his great sword. You agreed with Gladio, the sooner you got out of
there the sooner you could see what kind of ailment they had and treat it
“Just be careful you guys, don’t let them have a chance to
do it again!” You told them, and Prompto swivelled around to face you, shooting
you a beaming smile.
“It’s sweet that you’re so worried about us! Don’t worry,
we’ve got this.”
As the blonde was speaking the third wasp loomed over him,
stinger posed ready to strike, but he hadn’t
Damn it Prom!
Swiftly you brought up your pistol, borrow from Prompto’s
own collection, and fired straight at its body. Prompto turned to see the
insect fly backward from the impact of the shot, and turned to you once more.
“Um, thanks!” He grinned sheepishly, resolving to get his
head back in the game.
“No problem, let’s get the last one.”
All five of you turned to the last one, hovering above you.
Prompto stepped forward this time, raising his gun square at its head. And with
one shot, he sent the insect crashing down to the ground, where Gladio hit it
with his sword to make sure that it was truly dead.
“Ahh, thank the gods that’s over.” You stretched, pocketing your pistol once
“Yeah, and you’re getting better with your aim too.” Gladio
nodded at you, and you smiled at his praise. You’d only been practicing for a
few weeks, and this was really the first fight where you helped in the attack.
“Soon you might be even be as good as me.” Noctis smirked,
never passing on the chance to boast. Gladio biffed him on the back of his
head, causing you to laugh. Never a dull moment with your boys, that was for
“You alright Iggy?” You turned to look at the tawny haired
man who hadn’t yet spoke, his hand cupping his chin in thought.
“Yes, thank you. I’m just wondering… I really haven’t seen
that colour of gas before from killer wasps.” He adjusted his glasses, coming
to stand beside you as all five of you set off back to camp.
“Yeah, blue is a weird colour for gas!” Prompto agreed from
your other side.
“Indeed… and there’s something else rather peculiar.”
“What’s that Ignis?”
“Why has it not affected us yet?”
That stumped everyone. Ignis was right, going by the rest of
the gases that the wasps sprayed, the ailment should have been almost instant.
It definitely would have been showing itself right about now at the very least,
yet none of the boys looked worse for wear.
“Uh… immunity?” Prompto offered hopefully.
“I doubt it. When have we ever been fully immune to status
attacks while not wearing protective accessories?”
“Good point specs, but are you saying that there’s something
wrong with us here…?” Noctis asked the question that was on all your minds.
They hadn’t shown any symptoms yet… but was that really a good thing?
“To give you an honest answer, I don’t know. But I feel we
should err on the side of caution.”
And with that thought, the five of you trudged back to camp
feeling more than a little weary.
Your stomach was full, you were warm sat beside the fire,
and you were very comfortably stretched out on the floor, leaning on one elbow.
That’s the life!
By the time that Ignis had cooked his meal and everyone had
consumed their share, the atmosphere had lifted somewhat. There had been no
symptoms from any of the boys, and a good couple of hours had passed at least.
In fact, the only one still worrying about it was of course, Ignis.
“We’re fine specs. If something were to happen, surely it
would’ve happened by now?” Noctis nudged the man in question from his chair,
opposite you. Ignis shook his head in reply.
“We don’t know that. Perhaps because it’s a new form of gas,
it is a weaker solution than the others? Therefore, it wouldn’t act as fast. Or
perhaps it just needs time to slowly work around our bodies?” He mumbled again,
staring off into the distance. He really was absorbed in his thought process.
“Eh don’t sweat it. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.”
Gladio gave him a swift slap on the back, bringing him out of his reverie.
“Yes well, I sure hope so.” He answered quietly,
re-adjusting his askew glasses.
“Hey [Name]! Do you want to go practice your shooting some
more? You’re getting really good!” Prompto bounded over to you and tapped you
on your back. He had been giving you shooting lessons for a while now,
encouraging you to do your best so you could finally join in the fights
properly. Today had been a big step for that, and you didn’t want to back down
“Heck yes!” You agreed, standing up instantly and scouring
the area looking for the best place for shooting practice. Your eyes landed on
a spot not far away from camp, in a clearing from the trees. The other boy
should also be able to watch you and offer advice from where they were too.
“How about there?”
“Prefect!” And with that you followed Prompto down the hill,
readying your pistol to practice. Prompto stood at the side of you, his own
pistol aimed and at the ready.
“Right, so you wanna stand with your legs slightly apart to
get the best balance, plant your feet firmly on the ground… well, when you can,
I mean that may not be possible when you’re being attacked by killer wasps-”
“Get on with it!” Gladio called from the top of the hill,
causing Prompto to flush in response. He loved this teacher roll; it felt great
to be able to help someone like he was doing, to be needed by someone. So he
felt anxious to not get it wrong.
“A-ah, you’re right! Okay so just copy my stance.”
You watched Prompto stand the way he just explained to you,
his gun ready in an outstretched hand, and you did your best to mimic him.
“Y-yeah you got it!”
That had sounded odd… Quickly you threw Prompto a glance.
Was his speech getting slurred…?
“Okay, now raise your gun… aim for the branch of that tree
Ignoring the slight slur and putting it down to exhaustion,
you did as he asked and aimed for the tree in the distance.
The sound of the bullet echoed in the wide clearing, but the
sound of the bullet lodging in the offending wood sounded even better to your
“Yes!” You cried, hearing clapping from the top of the hill.
The three boys were smiling at you, pleased you were getting better. It warmed
your heart. Their support meant everything to you, and once again you were
pleased that they had decided to let you join in their journey.
Gladio began chatting to Ignis, and you felt like having
another go now two less people were watching. It would be less pressure for
you. Cheeks flushed with excitement, you turned back to Prompto.
“Can I have another go?”
He chuckled at your eager expression, his big blue eyes
“Of course! This time, try and show me the stance on your
Nodding, you got to work.
Now what was it he
said…? Stand with your legs apart for balance… feet on firmly planted… raise
“Is that it?” You asked, trying to look at the blonde over
“Nearly. You just need to move your leg an inch… no kind of
like… hang on a second, I’ll show you.”
And in a completely unexpected move, Prompto came to stand
very close behind you, his arms resting on your hips. It was like his proximity
was suddenly all you could focus on, the almost
feel of his chest against your back, the light drift of his breathing as his
chin rested on your shoulder ever so lightly. The very real feeling of his fingers steadying your hips.
“Here, this arm needs to straighten out a little.” He
uttered, his lips right at the shell of your ear, his voice taking on an
unusually deep tone. His hands ran up from your hips, up along your waist and
over your sides until he came to your arms. His fingers overlapped your elbows,
gently coaxing them straight.
“Much better, though, your stance is still a little off…”
Suddenly you felt the pressure of Prompto’s leg sliding in
between yours, tapping your feet slightly until you nudged them further apart.
He kept his foot firmly planted between yours, his leg ever so slightly
brushing against yours, sending chills up your body from the contact.
Well, this is
“Prom, what are you doing?” You whispered, trying to turn
your head to face him.
“Correcting your stance.” Was his simple answer, and
suddenly you felt silly for asking. Of course that’s what he was doing. Perhaps
a little unusual for Prompto who seemed to be a spluttering mess when he
touched a girl, but maybe that’s just how bad your stance was.
Damn, I’ve really got
to try harder.
So you left it at that, trying to ignore the slight buzz you
were getting from his contact, choosing instead to focus on your aim.
Unbeknownst to you however, another set of piercing blue
eyes were watching your every move.
What the hell is he
Noctis had his head resting on a tightly closed fist,
knowing that he probably looked as grumpy as he felt. But he just couldn’t help
it. Prompto was over there just… just straight up fondling her in front of him.
Under the guise of practice shooting, no less.
How dare he?
Shooting a quick look over at Ignis and Gladio, he realised
they hadn’t noticed what was happening at the foot of that hill.
How could they not
realise what he has done to get his grubby little hands on her?
Looking back down at the pair, his eyes zeroed in on
Prompto’s fingers drifting over her body, his leg between hers, his arms pretty
much wrapped around her…
He’s just imposing his
presence on her like that!
He forcefully blew his fringe out of his face in annoyance,
feeling his anger at the situation rise. And yet he just could not tear his
eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
“Noct, are you alright?” Ignis interjected his thoughts,
draw by the annoyed huff.
Ignis looked over to Gladio in confusion, who just shrugged
in reply. Ignis knew at once what the big guy was thinking – bratty prince having another sulk, leave him
to it. And so he did, continuing his earlier conversation.
Noctis meanwhile, was becoming increasingly frustrated. He
felt his face becoming flusher by the second, his fists tightening as his blood
boiled. His wide, piercing blue eyes alight with anger.
“You’re so good at this Prompto!” Came the sweet sound of
her melodic voice, and he could stand it no longer. Forcefully, Noctis stood up
from his chair and strolled down the hill, meeting the two at the bottom.
You noticed the raven haired boy’s presence before Prompto,
and you turned around to face him, wiggling out of Prompto’s grasp. You smiled
at him welcomingly, not registering the straight up scowl etched on his features as he continued walking, ignoring you
completely. No, it seemed he had focused all his attention on the blonde stood
next to you… Confused, you tried to talk to him.
“Hey, Noctis! Have you come to join in the- what the fuck?” You cried as Noctis had
just continued on in strong strides, straight up to Prompto. Before you even
had a chance to register what was happening, the prince had thrown back his
fist and swung it straight into Prompto’s chest, causing him to stumble. It
would have been his face had Prompto not moved at the last second, dodging to
the side instead.
“Noctis – the hell
are you doing?” You cried, dashing over to where Prompto had stumbled over with
the intention of checking over the no doubt distraught boy. But as you reached
him… you realised he had sat up himself, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.
Uh… that’s not the
reaction I expected. You backed away slightly as Prompto rose to his feet,
thoroughly confused at the scene unfolding in front of you. The air almost
crackled with the tension in it, Noctis and Prompto pretty much squaring up to each
other. The former was gritting his teeth in major annoyance, shaking his hand
to ease off the sting. The latter was dusting himself off, that smirk never
What… what has gotten
into these guys?
“Did ya see that, your
highness?” Prompto almost spat the title, something which you’d never heard
him call Noctis even in a respectful manner. His tone had become incredibly
cocky, it was completely jarring against his usual boyish voice.
Noctis didn’t answer, only glared back with shinning eyes.
“She came over to me.
How do you like that? Mr I receive everything on a silver platter. This is one
thing you can’t get – her!”
Hang on a second… what
now? Since you were the only female around, they had to be talking about you. But you’d never disclosed your
romantic feelings to anyone, it just wasn’t something you spoke about with the
boys. Where on earth had this all come
“And it’s the one thing I won’t give up on.” Noctis answered
angrily, balling his hands into fists once more. Prompto seemed to find this
highly amusing, his smirk widening.
“Um, what the hell
is going on here?” You cried, frustrated. This had to be some kind of wind up
didn’t it? Quickly you flitted your gaze over to the two remaining boys atop
the hill to see they were out of their chairs and watching the scene unfold
with the same confusion in their eyes.
“Everything alright down there?” Came Ignis’ cautious voice.
Even he felt unsure at what was happening, and also what to do.
Before you could answer, Prompto waved so casually to the
tawny haired man, as if he was greeting an acquaintance.
“Superb, specs!” He called back cheerily, before his eyes
rested on Noctis once more. His smile grew more pronounced, sending shivers up
your spine. This… this wasn’t like your Prompto at all.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Pathetic.”
Noctis shook his head angrily, his frown deepening.
“Isn’t it enough that you have Lunafreya too? You always get
“And yet you still want more.”
“I said shut up!”
And with that Noctis seemed to snap. With a strangled cry he
charged forward once more, fists at the ready but this time Prompto knew what
was happening. He swung back himself and soon the two boys were a flurry of
fists, dull thwacks and crunches could be heard as the swings connected.
What…what in the…
“Noctis, stop! Prompto – ugh, help!” You turned pleadingly to
Gladio and Ignis, seeing that they were already running down the hill to help
break up the fight.
“[Name] get back!” Gladio cried, rushing forward to lock his
arms around Noctis’ waist. Ignis ran behind Prompto to do the same, and
eventually the two boys were pulled apart, breathing heavily. Prompto’s cheek
seemed badly bruised, and Noctis has a shallow gash across his forehead.
“What in the name of the gods do you think you are doing?”
Gladio admonished them both, the annoyance evident in his tone.
“Someone had to stop him from creeping on her.” Noctis
kicked his legs out and struggled to get out of Gladio’s grip, meanwhile
Prompto was stood calmly, not resisting Ignis’ hold.
“What are you talking
about?” You’d just about had enough of this, whatever it was. You just wanted
your old Prompto and Noctis back.
“He’s referring to his crippling jealousy, that’s what he’s
talking about.” Prompto answered you, his tone still so sure and full of
himself, rubbing a hand across his bruised cheek.
“Speak for yourself, you think you’re so slick? Don’t think
we haven’t noticed how you always put your sleeping bag next to hers first in
the tent. Desperate is what I’d call
And for the first time since the whole thing had started,
Prompto’s confident façade slipped at Noctis’ words and his features contorted
“How dare you?”
“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”
“Stop it! You sound like children!” You yelled at them both,
finally causing them to stop squabbling for just a second. Were they actually both
arguing about… about having feelings for you?
“Yes, I agree. You are both rather behaving like babies.” Ignis
finally piped up, letting go of Prompto to straighten his glasses out. When he
looked up, his eyes were shining. You sighed in relief, at least someone was talking sense.
“[Name] is rather befitting a man, wouldn’t you say?”
His words took you by surprise, and even Gladio looked put
“What would you want these children for? I could really look after you.”
A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn’t sit too
well with you. A sinking feeling coiled in the pit of your stomach as it dawned
on you – whatever had happened to Noctis and Prompto had happened to Ignis too.
All three of them were acting really strangely, and even if they did all feel
that way about you, the normal guys would never
have approached it this way!
“Oh no, not you too Iggy.” You whispered, wishing this
nightmare would just come to an end.
“You hear that specs? She isn’t interested.” Noctis gloated
and pulled free from Gladio’s shock loosened arms.
“That’s not what I – stop
Straight away the prince had launched himself at Prompto
once more, at the same time that Prompto had gone to knock Ignis over. The
result was a three way fight, all participants using their well-honed battle
skills against each other. None of them were listening to your pleas, and there
was no way you could intervene. You had only just started your battle training,
you weren’t as fast as Noctis, or as good an aim as Prompto, or even as lithe
as Ignis. To stop all three of them would be impossible.
something!” You turned to the only man left with his head not clouded with some
sort of irrational anger.
Clouded! The one word sparked a realisation within you – this had to be the work of that blue gas! It
was the only explanation as to why the boys had all been affected in the same
way; irrational anger, possessiveness…
And lust randomly?
You remembered the touch of Prompto’s hands again, altering your shooting position
earlier. You had thought it unusual for him at the time, but it made sense now.
They were all reacting as if certain emotions had really been heightened, that had to be the symptoms of the gas.
But they had all been struck by the gas, and that meant…
Slowly you looked up at the man stood beside you, to see
that his eyes were also shimmering in the same, hazy way that the other boys’
Your elation at figuring out what was wrong soon
disappeared, replaced by an unsettled feeling in your stomach.
“Gladio…?” You whispered hopefully, but it was like he
couldn’t hear you. He was listening intently to the three boys currently
“You both have no
chance. Do you even know her favourite food? Her favourite colour? How about
her favourite song?” Ignis taunted, ducking low to avoid Noctis’ leg swinging
for him in a strong kick.
“That I can find out about her! You don’t know how best to comfort her. Oh yes, one night when she
was feeling down? She came to me.”
The prince goaded, grinning at their pained expressions.
“You? Now I know
you’re lying, you’re about as comforting as a wet mop, Mr help-I-can’t-deal-with-emotions.”
Prompto cried and tripped Noctis up, the latter landing hard on the ground with
a dull moan. Angrily, he scrambled back up to his feet before Ignis could land
“I don’t know what you’re all squawking about.” Gladio
interrupted, causing the three boys to freeze momentarily, looking at him
wearily. “You know it’s me who can keep her warm at night. Has she ever cuddled
up to you in our tent before? I didn’t think so.” He answered with a smirk, and
you felt like burying your face in your hands.
When will this end?
Other status ailments usually wore off on their own, but this one was so slow
to start with, who knew when it would end?
Suddenly with a heavy thud, Prompto collapsed onto his knees
and fell face first onto the floor.
screeched, running forward and kneeling beside him hurriedly. You hadn’t even
considered the possibility that this ailment could actually… kill any of them. Nervously, you took
hold of one wrist, checking for any signs of life. A steady pulse thrummed
under your fingers, and you sighed in relief.
“He’s alive! Just fainted.” You breathed.
“Huh, fainted. What a coward.”
Returning your focus back to Prompto, you brushed his blonde
hair gently out of his face. From that touch alone you could feel the heat
radiating off his forehead – he had a fever. Was this good or bad? Did it mean
his body was fighting off the ailment?
“Oh Prom. I hope you wake up soon.”
The shout brought your attention back to the other three,
and instantly your eyes clapped onto the fallen frame of Noctis. He had also
collapsed in a similar way to Prompto. It
had to be the effect of the gas.
“I can’t believe…that they…” But Ignis never had a chance to
finish his sentence as he followed suit, hitting the floor with a dull bang.
Gladio followed straight after, his immune system most likely the stronger of
Looking around you, you sighed heavily. Now what?
In the end, you had decided to bring the tent down to the
boys, doing your best to shove them into the small space. It had been a
horrible waiting game, dabbing a cool cloth at their roasting foreheads and
praying that they would be okay. You’d never been more scared in your life, and
you were damn sure you hadn’t slept for longer than five minutes when you felt
someone shaking your shoulder.
“[Name]! [Name] c’mon, it’s time to get up or Iggy will be
“Huh?” You groaned, sitting up and opening your bleary eyes to
“Prompto! You’re okay!” You gasped, now wide awake. He was
knelt in front of you, his cheek significantly better and his usual happy grin
on his face.
“Huh? Course I am! Though for some reason this side of my face
is really sore… I must have slept on it funny.” The boy sat in front of you
rubbed his cheek, in the exact same place where it had swollen the day before.
“What… do you not remember how you did it?” You asked,
“Eh, not really. But since we are fighting all the time, I
was probably battling it out heroically with some sort of beast.” He chuckled,
and then swivelled on his heel and left you alone in the tent. Unless he was a
brilliant actor – which you knew he wasn’t since he was terrible at lying – Prompto had all but forgotten the events of
Eagerly you threw on your clothes and scrabbled out of the
tent. On top of that hill, stood all four of the boys, chatting and laughing as
What on earth…?
As confused as you were however, the relief in your heart
was overwhelming. Your boys were
safe, they were alive and best of all they were back to normal.
“Come on [Name], your breakfast is getting cold!” Ignis tutted
in his usual, friendly yet admonishing manner that hinted he was only slightly annoyed.
Without hesitating you ran up the hill happily, smiling at
the welcoming sight of the group all back to normal, though confusingly, none
of them seemed to remember what had happened in their hazy state the night
before. But that suited you just
fine. You weren’t about to relive the horrifying details, but you knew to stay
away from killer wasps in the future.
“I still don’t know why you pitched the tent down there big
guy.” Prompto gestured to the tent as you dug into your breakfast.
“Actually… I don’t either. But I thought of it, so it must
have been a good reason.”
“Maaan, I was so tired last night I must have just blacked
out when my head hit the pillow.” Noctis stretched, beginning to pack away the
So they really don’t remember…
“Me too.” Prompto agreed.
“And me… Iggy must have cooked us a fine meal that sent us
straight to sleep.” Gladio nodded at Iggy who smiled and shook his head.
“I hope that you consider all my meals that way.” He
After you had finished wolfing down your breakfast, you
helped pack away the remaining items into the regalia and soon you were on your
way again, sat in between a napping Noctis and a reading Gladio. Things had
really gone back to normal.
But as you relaxed in the back of the car, pleased that your
boys were safe, you couldn’t help but wonder… did that gas force the illusion
of those strong feelings for you onto the guys, or did it simply heighten the
feelings that were already there…? You cast a quick glance at each of them, all
blissfully unaware of what they had said last night.
Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with Paul Lahote?? I just
really need some fluffy Paul love. Like cuddles and just sweet kisses and
“I love you.”’s sorry for bothering you! And I’m rambling sorry..but
I really love your writing!
Paul Lahote x Reader
Just brief fluff, no plot really.
“Will you leave me alone for two minutes?” You half-heartedly
pushed Paul away with your free hand while the other carried the picnic basket
for the bonfire.
He paid no attention to you and came behind you to wrap his arms around your waist
and littered your cheek with kisses, “I can’t help myself.”
“Paul I’m serious.” But your giggling gave away that you were anything but
He took your basket from your hand pulled you into his arms so that he was
carrying you bridal style, “I’m serious too. How can I stop myself?” He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your
You kicked your legs as he carried you, he laughed at your
giggles and when you approached the bonfire he passed a laughing Emily the
picnic basket. He dropped himself down on the sand bringing your with him in
his lap. His arms were locked around you as he held you there.
“Are you going to let me sit by myself?” You asked him.
He looked almost thoughtful for a moment, before kissing the tip of your nose, “Nope.”
You gave up and settled into his lap.
“This is hard to watch.” Quil stated across from you.
“Agreed, I might lose my lunch.” Embry teased and you swore at them both.
They’d been like this since Paul had accepted his imprint on
you. It had taken a while at first, you’d been in the queue in front of him at
the cinema and when he’d made a comment about you and your friend taking too
long you’d turned to give him a piece of your mind.
It had taken him a few weeks to get used to the idea, he
liked his carefree wolf lifestyle just as it was but the tipping point was when
he’d accidentally phased in front of you at one bonfire and you’d been more
interested making sure he was safe than running away. The power of the imprint
was a crazy thing.
It had taken a long time to get used to having a wolf
boyfriend and his temper, which had improved a great deal since he’d met
you, but you wouldn’t trade it for a
thing. The only other thing that you had to deal with was his occasional, super
cuddly days. On days where you didn’t have to do anything was great but when
you had to walk around school wearing your wolf boyfriend almost like a
backpack it was a pain in the ass.
Today was one of those super cuddly days but you couldn’t
bring yourself to be annoyed at him, especially when he was smiling down at you
with his cute dimples and messed up hair.
When the food was ready non-pack members always got a plate first before the
pack ravaged it, Paul fetched your plate and drink and presented it to you with
a fake posh accent.
Once you’d eaten the boys started to play Frisbee while you chatted with Emily,
Leah and Kim. The Frisbee landed beside you and Paul came to fetch it, he made
sure to give you a kiss before going back to the game.
It happened three more times before Jacob finally snapped, “Paul
what’s the point in playing if you’re just going to throw it at Y/N so that you
can go and harass her?”
Paul didn’t even have the manners to look sheepish; instead he shot you an
obvious wink. You shook your head at him, he came over to you and helped pull
you to your feet, “Come and play with us?” He asked and kissed you.
“Ugh they’re gonna make me sick.” Embry pretended to throw up.
“Can you blame me? Look at her.” Paul announced and he wrapped his arms around
your waist and spun you around.
“Don’t it’s a trap!” Quil shouted to the younger members of the pack, the last
time that Paul had asked that Quil had told him that yeah, you were hot. Quil ended
up with a shattered eye socket and Paul was given extra duties for a week for
beating up a pack mate.
“Why don’t we let them play and go for a walk?” you asked
him and he nodded vehemently. You grinned and his eagerness and guided him by
the hand to wander down the beach to the tune of the rest of pack making
retching noises. He dropped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him
as you walked; you slid your arm around his back so that you could walk more
comfortably against his side.
You felt him lean down and kiss the top of your head and
mumble into your hair, “You know that I love you right?”
“Of course I do.” You told him and stopped walking so that you could push yourself
up on your toes to kiss him. You pulled back and he almost pouted at the lack
of contact, he waggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes before
saying, “And I love you too.”
“Good.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you again, his
warm hand covering your cheek as his lips brushed yours. The pack was
pretending to vomit again and without breaking the kiss you both flipped them
omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!
[The Voltron Family] Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.
The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.
He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.
Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer? Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father. Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice. Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around* Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. Keith: Thanks. *leaves* Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles* Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc? Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay? Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man. Keith: It’s fine. Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh?
Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder* Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples*
Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.
Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar? Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*
Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.
Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness. Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in* Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something! Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever. Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy. Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him? Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro. Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor* Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now? Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken. Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy. Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing? Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm* Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me. Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that— Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith* Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers. Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first. Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first. Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad. Keith: My husband. Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?! Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling* Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him* Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*
Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.
Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning. Keith: Shiro. *whispers* Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns* Keith: Oh my god. *groans* Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me. Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you. Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair. Keith: It’s true though. Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date? Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight? Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.
The Pocket Knife (Thomas x Madison x Burr x Reader)
Request: Hi there! Could I please request a Poly Burrxmadisonxjeffersonxreader involving anything with a pocket knife?
A/N: sorry i took so long, like usual. been feeling unmotivated lately. but here you go! <3
You looked at the pocket knife in Burr’s hand, eyeing him suspiciously. He winked at you, twirling it around with his fingers. You were leaning on Madison’s arm, you head resting on his shoulder. He played with your fingers, not paying any mind to you and Burr.
“Why the hell are you spinning that pocket knife around? You’re going to poke your eye out,” Thomas said, moving away from his boyfriend. Burr looked up at Thomas, grinning.
A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.
“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.
“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”
John chuckled. “You love her really.”
“I don’t love, John.”
“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.
“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.
“Well it’s good to be back.”
“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.
“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”
“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.
“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.
“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”
“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.
“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“
"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”
“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.
“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”
The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.
“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”
“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”
“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”
“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”
“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”
“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”
“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”
“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”
“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”
“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.
“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”
“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”
“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.
“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.
“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”
I’ve been wanting to share my opinion on this for so long, but I was waitong for a HQ image to come out. I’ll talk by groups, let’s get going!
●Takeru & Hikari:
•The hell are you guys even supposed to be? They have like skates on their feet?? And Takeru totally MADE Hikari wear that messy hat.
•At least their Digimon look cute and the headset is lovely, Hikari’s has Tailmon’s ear and Takeru’s has Patamon’s ear/wing whatever.
•Takeru is so gay in this one I mean to me he already is my gay son (sorry Takari shippers) but this just confirmed it to me.
•I love how Hikari’d wearing her typical colors and the whistle, well done 👏
●Koushiro & Jou:
•My second favorite group in here!!! They’re the nerds of the gang, I think being sort of DJs really fit them.
•Jou looks SO GOOD oh my God he turned out to be one handsome lad like you goo Joooooo!
•Koushiro’s wearing purple ans Jou’s wearing grey - which made me notice the fact that they’re all wearing their crest’s colors!!! So cute.
•Gomamon wins me over EVERYTIME.
●Sora, Mimi and PEGGY (Meiko):
•The three of them look ADORABLE.
•Mimi’s bow just fits her so well I love how her hair looks in here. I don’t like how stiff Sora’s hair looks ugh.
•Sora as the singer, tho!!!! Never saw that one coming, I’m living!!!! I guess Mimi and Meiko are the chorists?
•Piyomon’s wearing a tiny hat and that just melted my heart I can’t stop crying!!!
•Meiko isn’t blushing for once and I adore her beret!
•Again, I love how their shirts’ color match with their crests’. I’m guessing Meiko’s crest is sort of wine-ish?
•Meicoomon with those two lollipops is adorable I usually don’t like her but she looks cute in here.
●Taichi & Yamato:
•First things’ first, why the heck is Taichi the singer when in canon his voice’s awful 😂 really, Toei? Did you think we’d forget??
•They both look so handsome but specially Yamato like OH MY GOD ISHIDA, CAN YOU NOT.
•Agumon looks drunk, is he okay?
•Is Gabumon singing as well??? Can this get any weirder? 😂
•Yamato!!! And his bass!!! I can’t stop staring!!!!
•The fact that Taichi kept his goggles on even with the costume on?? I approve.
•Again, Taichi’s wearing slight orange and Yamato slight blue. Very nice detail!
Episode 11 - Episode 12 Words: 7.8k Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au
Jin’s mansion was overwhelming, stretching over acres and acres of land. It was safe to say that it could be double or triple the size of Yoongi’s (which Yoongi defensively said that it was simply because his own parents didn’t care much for a luxurious house). It had perfectly shaped hedges, some in the shape of hearts or elephants. Numerous windows brought light into the rooms, a courtyard so large that it held two limousines and a fountain literally shooting water straight into the air like it’s own water show. It was too much.
You were more than overwhelmed, pinching yourself to make sure it’s not some sort of delusional dream or you’re hallucinating; it might as well have been Cinderella’s castle.
“Why do I have to come along again?” You tug on Yoongi’s sleeve, whispering.
He smirks to which you roll your eyes at. “Because from when school ends to seven, your time is mine. I payed for it.”
You knew you didn’t have much longer. You had a whole life ahead of you. But
you would never get to experience it. He wanted you to live your life to the
fullest. You would do that for him. You would do that For Bucky.
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: SENSITIVE SUBJECTS
A/N: This is something that I wanted to do because of
a friend who had recently lost a family member at a young age. If you are not comfortable with reading
something of a sensitive and extremely touch feel, please do not read!! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.
You were only ten years old when
you were diagnosed with your condition. You remember being at school, playing
tag with your friends when without a warning, you collapsed to the ground. You
remember the sight of your friends running to you, shouting Your name or the
name of your teacher as you lay on the gravel. You were shivering, your blood
running cold as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
Here’s a ridiculous little celebrity/social media au one shot. I wrote it this summer and totally forgot about it but I found it today so… here it is! There may be a few more parts to this, idk. We’ll see!
She was standing in the kitchen, just finishing off her (disgusting) protein shake, when an alert lit the face of her phone.
@OliverQueen tweeted a photo.
She chugged the last sip—ugh!—and swiped the screen. A second later a photo of Oliver was staring back at her and she’d be lying if she said her breathe didn’t catch a little at the sight.
Tight t-shirt, crazy blue eyes, just the right amount of scruff… He was gorgeous, always, but especially standing on the deck of a yacht, leaning over the railing just enough to show off his muscular shoulders. The tweet said, “Fav pic from the @MensHealth shoot.” It already had over a thousand likes.
Felicity liked the tweet and threw her glass in the sink, maybe a little rougher than she’d meant to considering the way it rattled around.
It wasn’t that she was jealous. She was happy for Oliver; he worked hard to maintain his physique and anyone who worked that hard for anything deserved praise and a spread in Men’s Health was good for him, but ugh! Over a thousand likes in less than three minutes? Really? How was it possible?
Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see another alert.
@OliverQueen: @FelicitySmoak you should have come with. Missed you on the boat ;)
Felicity sighed and tapped out a return message.
@FelicitySmoak: @OliverQueen motion sickness, photogs and getting hit on 24/7? Yeah what was I thinking passing on that?
As was usual whenever she got into a conversation with Oliver on social media, her phone started blowing up. Likes and follows and retweets. Everyone wanted a piece of Oliver Queen, even if it was just in the form of stalking him on Twitter.
Even she had her claws in him in a way. It wasn’t like he talked to her on Twitter because he missed her sparkling personality. No, she was the Ronald Miller to his Cindy Mancini, using his popularity and social media prowess to Can’t Buy Me Love her way into the hearts of America. Or, at least, into the hearts of his millions of followers.
Her phone vibrated again, but this time it was a text.
April 2nd had arrived and you had walked into the Camping World Stadium with a pep in your step eagerly anticipating the happiest day of your life. The day you’d been working for since you were 16; the very moment you can stand in the centre of that ring and hold that belt in the air knowing you are ultimately at the top of the mountain. The only thing that stood in your way… ‘The Queen’ and her unbroken pay-per-view streak. Simple you’d think; but she hadn’t maintained these wins for no reason- heck she’s a hard beat but all that it came down to was sole passion. Something you pride yourself on gaining over the long haul.
You were simply waiting nervously in the Gorilla area, the only form of comfort was your best friend, Dean Ambrose to confide in. Yeah… not like he was the best person for advice in the world. You two had been best friends for what seemed like a lifetime right from FCW to your current position today and it didn’t seem to be wavering; even if you’re on separate brands.
“C’mon kiddo, you’ll do fine. Just do what you do and you’ll come back with that title.” Dean was right in the middle of soothing you with the overall aim of stopping the nervous wreck you were evidently becoming at the present moment, when a company member practically took a hundred metre sprint towards you. The few words he muttered, well they instantly eradicated any remotely special feelings about the so-called ‘best day of your life’. “Creative team have changed their minds. Charlotte will retain tonight and you’re going to have to tap to the figure eight. Sorry.” Your mood almost visibly dropped. Guess there was nothing to fear at this point right? Maybe it was your intense stare, or the fist-clenched figure beside you but whatever it was… caused that runner to dart away before your words could even fight back.
“Y/N… I -” Dean tried to form a sentence to help the clear pain that was mentally inflicted on you; nothing would work though… nothing could. At least he tried but you just shook your head, hopping off the crate in a split second. A lone tear rolled down the side of your cheek, threatening to ruin the glam which was made special for the moment you would cherish for the rest of your life, however this was soon wiped as JoJo called your name and your entrance music hit. The time had finally come… the time to take a step into that newly meaningless ring…
15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it was but those mere few minutes were the longest you’d ever experienced… You had to let all you worked for just walk away, the long hours in the gym, the injuries, the heartwarming sensation felt when the crowds call your name… Was it really all worth it if this is how it ends. Those feelings didn’t leave you at any moment during the entirety of the match; weighing down on you every step you tried to take. Your mind just wasn’t in it solely focused on the outcome of this match which would not only devastate you, but what seemed to be the crowd as well.
We fought. I battled. But I couldn’t win.
The roars of the audience were muffled as a soul destroying big boot knocked you to your knees. And to your senses at that. You aimed to reverse, throwing punches left, right and centre- I mean the least you could do was put on a show. Then it happened; all in a split second. Blink and you would have missed it sort of thing. Charlotte threw your body backwards into a roll up pin, countering it at the last moment into her signature… it was time.
The bell rang, louder than normal it seemed but it was nothing compared to the mass of gasps and boos echoing the arena. The plain sight of Charlotte walking up the ramp, holding that belt high above her crown was enough to make you sick to your stomach. A lump almost immediately loomed in the back of your neck and a stream of tears threatened to spill out of your now blurry orbs.
You made you way back up the ramp, exiting through the curtain in an ever so slightly angered manner. Of course, your best friend was still there; eagerly waiting for you to just return and say everything would just be okay. It wasn’t though. It was easy to hide your emotions; to shield them behind a false attitude but in the face of others, that was borderline impossible. Warm tears began to flow in rapid streams, dropping to the floor as they rolled off your chin.
“Hey, hey stop” Dean began, rushing to your side to tug you closer towards his herculean build. Your sobs now became more rapid, soaking pools into his soft black t-shirt.
“I can’t do it anymore! All of this.” You whimpered, raking your fingers through your neatly curled hair. “I can’t seem to do anything right. Literally I’m on the verge of just leaving, they clearly don’t care for me. I’m put in meaningless matches week in and out and when I finally get my Wrestlemania moment they take it away from me. This isn’t even the first time; it happened before with my title shot against Nikki!”
Your temper grew, turning those tears of sadness into utter rage. “Look I know it seems like that but you know that’s not true. Don’t just give up all you worked for Y/N.” Dean reassured you, placing a tight grip on both of your shoulders. In a way he was right but being screwed over time and time again was never in the contract I signed up for.
“You know what? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now, because I can’t find one.” You faced away from him, smacking the palm of your hand against the crate that you not long before perched on, cherishing the moment that you would look back on in a lifetime to come. “Ugh.”
Unexpectedly a tight grasp tightened around your wrist, pulling you away from your fit of anger. You were suddenly really close to Dean’s chest, enough so that his scent filled your nostrils and close enough for you to see the discomfort in his eyes. “I love you.”
Who knew three words could make such an impact on a person. Dean was clearly holding onto some form of hope; his eyes were puffy and from where you were standing, you could almost hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. “Er- I didn’t mean to say that- aloud.” He stammered, tripping on his the majority of the words he was trying so hard to contain.
A whirlwind of emotions all seemed to crash into you at once. “Dean. Dean please.” You pleaded seeing his plain aggravation as his figure twisted away from your smaller one. “Did… did you really mean that?”
“Of course I did! Y/N we’ve known each other for so fucking long and I dunno, I guess it’s always been there, you know? You and Me. Look I know I just threw this onto you and damn I really wish I hadn’t but it’s out there now.” His falters just turned into rambles and he began to search for an explanation for his out of the ordinary actions. That and your reaction… “And I’m really fine if you don’t feel the same y-”
You had to give in to your emotions and just let whatever was next to happen happen. The sudden heat of the moment all felt so right, so you did it. You kissed Dean Ambrose. You lips both locked in a heated connection and at this point, you never wanted to let go. “I love you too Ambrose. I swear I do.” You found energy for the words, muttering between every breath for air. The kiss continued, becoming more and more intense by the second, I mean it wasn’t hard to deny you didn’t find him attractive before- like just look at him. You bit his lip, letting out a fraction of a giggle as his lips traced to your neck, nipping at your skin. before you broke away and playfully slapped his chest. “I swear Ambrose, I am not waking up with a hickey… Wouldn’t mind waking up with you though.” You gave a final wink, prancing back to your dressing room to get ready for this long-winded day to finally come to an end.
Some would say this day was a disaster waiting to happen, would’ve about a half an hour ago. That all came to an end however when one man made a day of misery transform to a day certainly to remember.
A/N - More Dean love for everyone! I actually really loved writing this slightly angsty but fluffy as hell fic! Hope you all enjoyed reading!xo ~ Nikkii
Also just like to add that I am aware Charlotte’s streak has been broken by Bayley! Just to avoid any confusion as the imagine is if this never happened :).
I know you have a few already but... #14 pregnant Mercy w/ couple of your choice keeping her company while daddy Genji is away on a mission.
To quote my boyfriend: “I saw ‘daddy genji’ out of context and felt true fear.”
Trufacts though I put this one off so long because I immediately had a million ideas about it and okay this prompt is super self indulgent but god I can’t not write it.
Okay lets do this.
14. “Did you ever expect your life was going to be like this?
Mercy was leaning on the bathroom counter, holding her phone to her ear and trying not to glance down at the test next to her.
“Well, it’s definitely a positive,” Doctor Haberlin said on the other end of the phone.
“But the subject was undergoing sustained biotic treatment—years of biotic treatment,” said Mercy, “That couldn’t ring in a false positive?”
“Doctor Ziegler—you were one of the leading minds behind biotic development–You know biotics don’t generate spontaneous hCG production, and judging by the subject’s age there’s no reason why they would start now aside from the obvious. By the looks of these test results they’re probably… well I’d give them four weeks along at this point?”
“Four weeks,” Mercy just repeated the words dumbly after Doctor Haberlin.
“Ja! Tell the subject congratulations for me,” said Haberlin.
“Thank you,” Mercy said hollowly.
“I mean—thank you for the test results,” said Mercy, “Always glad to have a second opinion.”
Mercy ended the call and rubbed her forehead and glanced down at the test, picked it up and looked at it again. So…this was happening. She took a calming inward breath, then felt eyes on her. She turned to see Hana Song standing stone-still in the bathroom doorway, a pink gum bubble on her lips. She dropped the test and it clattered into the sink. Both stared at each other for a few seconds.
“…How much did you hear?” said Mercy, straightening up.