unknown territories

Valentine’s Gift for @peanut-milk for the @aftgexchange.

The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)


“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.

Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.

“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”

Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”

Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him.  He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—

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Unknown Territory // Jughead

Summary: Reader is Riverdale’s mysterious teenager. Jughead and the reader share a lot of firsts and she’s going to be his first time until feelings are said and plans change. How will everyone react when sophomore starts with a new couple.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Archie Andrews

Words: 1212

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters that appear in this story.

Warnings: Allusion to sex, swearing, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

Requested: No.

Tagging: At the bottom.

A/N Popped into my head. This is set in the summer before sophomore and Jason is not mentioned what so ever in this.

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Originally posted by juptern

Jughead Jones, little was known when it came to the strange but real teen that was almost always alone. Everybody knew that Jughead and Archie Andrews were best friends; after a short period no one knew why they didn’t hang together anymore.

There was one person that was the true mysterious teen. You were the girl with the trademark dark eyeliner and computer. It wasn’t known what you did on it but the hint was the large studio headphones that more than likely covered your ears.

Last year was when you caught the attention of Jughead more than any other year. He craved mystery but he craved you more.

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A Commutual Contract

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.


Chapter 1

It didn’t matter how many drills they practiced or how in sync their thoughts were—sometimes things just didn’t go as planned. Actually, Keith was learning that, more often than not, nothing ever went as planned. Rather, what defined their situation was their ability to think around it and scrape together something new from the falling debris.

Yet, even that too would fail at some point.

They’d been responding to another distress call, which was hardly out of the ordinary. Any and all distress calls were answered, and so going into unknown territory—territory potentially overrun by Galra—was no new occurrence. Still, each encounter was different, and this one was going far, far worse than even their regular dosage of what could be considered bad to worse.

It’d all happened very quickly.

The distress call had come from another Balmera, this one much, much more alive than the one they’d previously encountered and the people living within a far cry from wanting to submit to the Galra. From what little info was able to be gathered, the Balmerans—who, though were clearly related to the Balmeran’s they’d met previously, were skinnier, taller, and spikier, with darker complexions—had been enslaved for quite some time, but had always pushed forward with underground attempts at sabotage. With the news of Voltron spreading across the universe, it’d only been a matter of time before they’d decided to call for help.

And so Voltron was there, though it’d been split into its five lion pieces. Mostly in attempts to separate the Galra defenses, luring the masses orbiting the Balmera into different directions.

Keith hadn’t intended to break the atmosphere, but he also hadn’t intended to be side-swiped by an ion canon blast, which had left his lion comatose. Victim to the Balmera’s gravity, they’d plunged through the atmosphere toward it, Keith doing his best to get Red up and moving again. Before the force of their drop destroyed them both.

“C'mon, Red!” he said through gritted teeth, slamming his hands down on the dashboard but procuring no response. He knew Red was trying to heal up—to use whatever mechanical healing abilities were at her disposal—but it wasn’t fast enough. They were gaining speed all the time, twisting through the clouds uncontrollably.

“What are you doing, Keith?!” It was Lance’s voice that broke over his com.

“Red’s not working!” he yelled out in frustration. “We couldn’t get out of the way of the ion blast!”

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Different - Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader 

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by divine-trash


Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.

The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.


There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.

Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.

“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.

The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.

The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.

The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.

“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”

“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”

“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.

“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.

“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.

“Klaus.. And you are?”

“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”


Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.

“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.

I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.

Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.


Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.

After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.

Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.

Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.  

“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.

“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.

“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”

She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”

I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.


The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.

I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.

I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.

A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.

“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.

“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”

“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.

“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”

I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.

“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”

Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

I laughed with him before he changed the subject.

“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”

“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.

He smirked, “either one.”

I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.

Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.

“Come with me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.

Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.

“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.

“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.

“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”

“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”

“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.

Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.

“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.

I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.

“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”

I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.


For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.

It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’

I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.


Hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xx

Ignoti Nulla Cupido (16/).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 859.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope, I’m giving you a break from the angst.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here we go again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Bucky did not move, not even a blink. His body was immobile, not capable of following his brain instructions as he observed the boy who just spoke to him. Barnes’ eyes were a completely different story, his gaze held so many emotions that it was impossible to signal them but fear and regret were the most prominent ones.

He feared for her, for the child standing in the cell’s threshold that looked at both of them with curiosity. Fear of the unknown, fear of himself not being good enough to pull his family from HYDRA’s claws, fear to say the wrong thing. Regret walked hand by hand with his fear; a regret he has been carrying in his heart since she left.

“Who are you?”

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Forever and Always

Pairing: lams (laurens x hamilton)

Premise: In the present day, a young historian named Jalisa finds all the missing letters between John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton.

Word Count: 4359 (yIKES sorry)

Warnings: allusions to suicide, angst

*IMPORTANT* a/n: okay, so this was a number prompt that I wanted to flesh out, so here you go anon!! and just a note, in this universe, the ONLY letter found between Hamilton and Laurens was the “cold in my professions” one. also - pay attention to the dates of the letters and the signatures at the end, they’re important…. that’s all!  enjoy <3


Jalisa felt a twinge of excitement as soon as she’d crossed the threshold of the Grange. She stared around at the beautiful old house, trying to take in as many details as she could.

“You have an hour, okay, Jalisa? And make sure to wear gloves when touching anything. Don’t break anything, and don’t mess up any of the displays,” her professor spoke in warning tones, clearly rethinking his promise to her that she could have free reign in the historic house.

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Herbs for Spells : Grocery Store vs. Home Grown vs. Edible Wilds 🌿

though not every witch uses plants or herbs in their craft, it is a common question for beginner witches, “where do i get herbs for spells/potions?” 

the short and simple answer is, wherever is most important in your craft

  • do you feel it is important the herbs you acquire commune with nature? 
  • or is it important that these herbs are close in energy to you from time spent growing them?
  • or are all herbs are good as each other, and you prefer where they are most accessible?

all of these are equally valid choices in one’s craft. 

however, the answer is not as simple as this. 

we are dealing with plants, which have the potential to cause harm. merely being a witch does not give one a degree in botany or make one a master in herbalism. the way you procure your herbs/plants does not so much depend on your skill as a witch, but your knowledge of plants. though there may be a spiritual reason for where you would like to get your herbs from, you may want to work your way up to that first, and do the appropriate amount of research and training before you dive into unknown and dangerous territory. 

🌿 Finding Herbs at the Grocery Store

as this is the safest and easiest way to acquire herbs. for the most part, you are unlikely to be hurt by your average spice cabinet of kitchen herbs, spare for certain medical conditions, like allergy or pregnancy. the herbs bought from stores are already prepared to be consumed in recommended amounts,  and though you may not find anything particularly exciting at the store, you’ll never run out of rosemary and thyme. 

🌿 Using Homegrown Herbs

this is the middle ground. you have control over the herbs you plant, and it’s up to you to research them before buying/using seeds, which includes on how to handle the plant as well as its edibility. 

however, there is still the possibility of mistake. outdoor gardens are susceptible to whatever seeds get carried in by wind and animals, as well as whatever pesticides and general pollution that is in your area. how edible the plants you grow varies from area to area, and requires individual research. 

🌿 Finding Edible Wilds 

this is the most dangerous way to get your herbs, as there is the most room for error. there are many plants that can be easily mistaken for their poisonous counterpart, and others that though they are edible, are harmful to touch/harvest. using edible wilds is something only people high experienced with plants should consider themselves able to do, and even then they still put themselves at some amount of risk. 

tl;dr: unless you’re a professional don’t go looking for random shit in the woods for your spells, there’s poisonous shit out there

this is not to say the odd dandelion found in a field can’t be used for your craft, but if you find a white carrot, and can’t remember which poisonous plant it could be, “was it belladonna, nightshade, or hemlock, i wonder?” or if it’s even safe to touch it, you want to take a pass on picking it, for your own safety. 

ptw30  asked:

Hihi! You mentioned on AO3 you have no prompts for Ulaz and Shiro right now, so...if you're still taking prompts, would you mind writing one about Ulaz and Shiro - maybe at the Blade headquarters? Thanks!

Ohhhh I do not mind. I do not mind at all.

Technically they aren’t at the Blade headquarters here, but. Um. I’m not sorry. 

:D

Kolivan is not pleased when Ulaz calls him from halfway across the galaxy.

“There were no other options,” Ulaz repeats, for the third time. Kolivan stares back at him from the communication screen, silent and impassive. His mask is down, but it’s no improvement: Kolivan’s face is nearly as stoic and unreadable as if he had the mask up.

Nearly. Ulaz isn’t fooled. The tick in the corner of Kolivan’s eye and the small flare of his nostrils give him away.

“Be that as it may,” Kolivan says. His tone speaks volumes, too: brusque, blunt, syllables sharper and harsher than usual. ‘Not pleased’ is an understatement. “I cannot permit you to come blindly back to headquarters after such a foolish sacrifice.”

“My actions were not foolish,” Ulaz insists, defensive and heated. The comm unit in the stolen Galra ship is small, made smaller by the tracking devices Ulaz ripped out and dismantled with his bare hands. The ship was intended for short journeys; it was never meant to make the long trek Ulaz faces now. “Against your timing, perhaps, but not foolish. Thace is still on board. He will remain as informant for as long as physically and feasibly possible.”

“The choice was not yours to make.”

“And yet I have made it.”

“At what cost?” Kolivan asks. The comm image blurs for a tick before it steadies, stable. “Your plan has failed. This was your alternative?”

Ulaz casts a glance over his shoulder. Shiro’s asleep, propped up against the far wall - ‘far’ is a generous statement. This ship is too small. Shiro’s tucked his back into a corner, his arm cradled to his chest. He’s sleeping off the drug and what Ulaz is fairly certain is a concussion.

“No,” Ulaz admits, quietly, “This was not part of my plan.”

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[scenario] [request] ice cream & kisses

3: “Please, don’t leave.”
13:  “Kiss me.”
32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

(i… uh… love jihoon with constipated feelings?? ji is kind of an a-hole in the beginning but he’s actually very soft for u) 

Title: ice cream & kisses 

Member: jihoon ft. wingman dad seungcheol

Genre: angst w a good ending 

Word Count: 1633

“Leave me alone. You can get so annoying sometimes, you know? Go find someone else to bother.” Jihoon shuts his studio door loudly and harder than necessary, to make his point clearer, leaving you on the other side.

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We Intertwined: Ch. 5

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 4 | AO3
Word Count: 1,668

A/N: *SCREAMS INTERNALLY* THINGS ARE HAPPENINGGG

Raine had always been an early riser. She liked watching the sun come up, liked to take comfort in knowing that she was able to exist for at least one more day. That was her motto as of late—just stay alive. It was a simple goal, she thought, but the more she travelled with that ragtag group of men, the more she wondered if it was actually achievable.

Raine had been with them for about a week. That first night, Raine had been having another nightmare. She relived the day that Clara had been taken from her, her tiny fingers slipping through her hand as Raine plummeted into the darkness below.

But then, it was the strangest thing—a voice pulled her out. She could barely hear it, but it was there. Someone was humming to her, a quiet lullaby, the voice causing the darkness to shrink away until she was bathed in the warmth of a bright light.

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Until Tomorrow Comes

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“Alright,” Sam announces, tipping his empty in Dean and Cas’s direction. “I’m heading to bed. See y’all in the morning.” He claps Cas on the shoulder before he heads out, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the relative silence of the war room.

Cas is the first to speak. He leans forward, adjusting his jacket, setting his beer on the table. “You should get some rest, Dean. It’s been a long day.”

Pursing his lips, Dean nods. “Prob’ly,” he mutters, draining the last of his beer. He watches Cas for a moment, as if expecting more conversation. When Cas says nothing, he sighs and stands. “What’re you gonna do? Angels don’t sleep.” They gave Cas his own room, but Dean often hears shuffling in the halls at night. He’s not really sure what Cas does all night.

Cas stands, shrugging. “I read, mostly.” Dean watches as Cas glances toward the library. “This bunker has a great deal of interesting books.” When he turns to Dean, he offers the slightest hint of a smile. “I like it.”

Unsure of what more to say, Dean nods again. He pats Cas’s shoulder as he passes, still clutching his beer bottle, and mumbles a “goodnight, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

The reverence in Cas’s voice freezes Dean in his tracks. He turns to find Cas, still bloody and bruised, watching him with a soft smile. It makes Dean’s heart ache. Suddenly, guilt washes over him. For how he’s treated Cas since Billie. Hell, for how he’s treated Cas for years. “Cas,” he starts, retracing his steps toward the angel. The closer he gets, the bluer Cas’s eyes seem to be. “Look, I…” he reaches past him and sets his empty bottle on the table. Their chests nearly touch. When he stands upright, he moves in closer and lays his hands on Cas’s shoulders, his thumbs brushing the place his skin meets his shirt collar. “I meant what I said earlier. All of it, really. I’m worried. For a lot of things. Mostly, though,” he hesitates and swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “Mostly for you.”

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Unfamiliar Encounters

Pairing: Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

Genre: Smut

Length: 1,504 words

Warnings: pain, first time

Originally posted by wonhontology

“I can’t believe you saved up without telling me,” you gasped, jumping back onto the large double bed you saw. “And then you got us a trip to Spain?”

Wonho gave you a side look you couldn’t quite decipher, before sliding his suitcase into the corner of the room. “I did it for you, baby, you know that. Anything for my beautiful wife.”

You shuffled back on the bed so as to make room for Wonho, smiling. “Thank you, Hoseok. Honestly. For all this.”

Wonho climbed onto the bed with you and sidled over to where you were lying. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lay beside you, pressed against your body.

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I'm stuck with who?

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes 
Warnings: vulgar language, violence, and slight sexual themes
A/N: Sorry this is late, I have a busy week! To the anon that requested this– I hope you enjoy it! 
Word count : 1685
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“What was that sound?” Murphy asks, his head moving toward the noise that came from farther up the shore.

“I don’t know, hopefully someone here to kill you, so I don’t have to have your blood on my hands,” you reply from your place on the sand. You two had been lying on the beach since Jaha had run off, following more of his crazy delusions. It’s two days after you’d been wandering in through the dead zone with Jaha and his group of misfits. You can’t shake the memories from your head.

Holy shit. That’s all that passed through your mind as you watched Harris’s body be blown to pieces by the land mine he stepped on. You had made the decision to follow Jaha into the dead zone, now you wished you had thought this idea through with a little more foresight. Sadly, you realize, nobody would miss you, if you were the one who’d stepped on the land mine. All of the delinquents you’d been sent to Earth with despised you, you were notorious for your sarcastic comments, bad attitude, and ‘don’t fuck with me’ persona. Everyone had avoided you, afraid to piss you off and be on the other side of your right hook. The only people that could have wanted you to stay back, in case you died, had already died themselves. Your parents. They died during the Ark’s descent to Earth, of course the station they had been on was the one that burned up in the atmosphere. But now, you’re following a deranged man, that thinks he’s the messiah, into unknown territory. This is definitely at the top of the list entitled 'stupid decisions Y/N has made’.

Of course that journey was filled to the brim of sarcastic, nasty comments thrown between you and Murphy. You can’t remember ever saying one nice thing to the boy. Back at the dropship you two got into quarrels almost every time your eyes locked, both of you are not only short tempered, but ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

“If it is a murderer I’d be glad they killed me, then I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoying ass all the time,” came Murphy’s sarcastic reply drawing you out of your thoughts. He lifts his body from the sand and makes his way over to the lighthouse.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Murphy asks you, in a demanding tone of voice, obviously annoyed that you weren’t following him.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” you say struggling to stand up, your leg still bleeding from the sea monster attack. Murphy starts up the hill, while you hobble behind him, as fast as your two legs can carry you. Nearing the lighthouse you see Murphy racing inside a hole in the wall, the noise you two heard must have been a door opening. You still, your instincts are screaming at you to be cautious and not go inside. But, you ignore them and continue through the frame once you hear music coming from inside.

“Woah,” you whisper under your breath. Once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, your eyes soak in everything around you. There’s a pool table standing in the middle of the room, alcohol littered the counters, motorcycles you had only seen in history textbooks were parked in the hallway.

“Look at this place,” Murphy says, head turned over his shoulder at you, “There’s food, music, running water, everything I’ve ever needed. Now all I need is someone to share it with, sadly my only option is you.” He pours himself a glass of alcohol, you can’t tell what type it is from this far away. Moving toward him you say, “Hey asshole, you’re not who I’d want to be here with either. Pour me a glass while you’re at it. I’m gonna explore.”

You walk down the hallway, taking a mental inventory of everything you see. There’s only two rooms down this way: a bathroom containing a shower and toilet, and one bedroom fitted with a king-sized bed. You choose to explore the bedroom first. The bed is covered in an inane amount of pillows, too many for one person to ever need. Throwing open the closet doors you see it’s as full as the kitchen cupboards.

“I’m gonna utilize the shower in here, ya know, get the rest of Harris off me. When I’m done you should do the same!” You call out to Murphy after exiting the bedroom. He’s sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video on the screen. “What is that?” You question, taking a step closer to him.

“Nothing,” he tells you after tearing his eyes away from the screen. He seems out of it, as if he weren’t expecting what happened in the movie. “Go take your shower, you reek.” Suddenly Murphy is back to his normal agitating self.

“Only if you promise to take one after,” you sneer. It’s a half hearted come back, even Murphy can tell. You’ve never seen him act like that, a shell of himself, like he wasn’t really there. Even if you hate the kid you can’t help but to worry about him. Just because the top layers of your personality consist of sarcasm, bitterness, and hatred, doesn’t mean that there’s not a nice, caring, and sympathetic core underneath. Turning, you walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. There’s no use in asking Murphy more about it, he wouldn’t open up to you anyways.

In the shower, you relish the warmth of the water as it envelopes your body. You’d forgotten how good this felt. You watched as the grime that covered your body was washed down the drain, this is the first time you’ve felt truly clean in months. After taking thirty minutes to fully cleanse yourself, you step out of the tub and grab a towel that was stashed under the sink. Wrapping it around your body, you open the bathroom door and make your way to the bedroom. You open the door to find Murphy sifting through the closet, looking for god knows what.

“Throw me some clothes, will you?” you ask in a not-so-friendly voice.

“Maybe if you make it worth my while,” he says, a smirk crossing his face as his eyes linger over your towel clad body.

“Only in your dreams, Murphy.” You walk to the closet trying to nudge him aside to grab clothes yourself. It doesn’t work, he stands stock still, his clothed body brushing against your bare skin.

“Why dream when the real thing is right in front of me?” he smirks, dragging his hand up your arm.

“Oh, only if you hadn’t been such a dick to me. Maybe your fantasies would have become a reality,” you whisper to him before striding back to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

“Well, you’re no walk in the park either, bitch,” he calls after you. “Before I forget to tell you, the door closed. Tried opening it, but it’s no use, we’re trapped in here. Together.” You looked over at him, the fear on your face clear as day. Your body starts going into panic mode, breathing becoming erratic, heart racing. “I wouldn’t worry so much, there’s plenty of food, okay?” His voice sounds, dare you say, caring. You nod at him, concealing your emotions, then turn to continue the task you were doing. After getting dressed you head back into the bedroom, planning on going to sleep, but stop in your tracks when your eyes land on Murphy taking his shirt off.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he tells you with a smirk spreading across his face. How did he know that you were looking at him? His back was to you. You decide to ignore him.

“Uh, I hope you know, I plan on sleeping in that bed.” You switch off the light, and start walking to the bed side closest to the door.

“And I hope you know, I’m not sleeping anywhere but this bed,” he starts pulling the covers back. You continue getting into, what you’ve deemed, your side of the bed.

“You better not try and cop a feel, or else you’ll be waking up with no hands,” you snarl at him before lying down and pulling the covers around your body.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, situating himself in bed. You both face away from one another, staring at the walls. It only takes you a few minutes to drift off to sleep. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the comfort of a soft bed, fluffy pillows, and a warm blanket around you. That combined with the exhaustion of wandering through the deadline for days, makes it easy to forget about not being able to leave this lighthouse. Until you start dreaming, that is.
***
You’re sat on the couch, facing the television screen. Looking around you notice a body, lying in front of your feet, lifeless. Examining it you see the bony body, and sunken in face of Murphy. Screaming, you try to move as far away from him as possible, but you’re stuck staring into his blank, dead face.

You feel something wrap around your body, stilling your thrashing movements. Slowly, the scene fades away into blackness. A calm floods over you, and your mind keeps the nightmares away, allowing you to have a good night’s sleep.
***
You wake up in the morning, feeling well rested and safe. Shifting, you feel an unusual weight on your waist. You turn your body to face the presence behind you, and you see Murphy’s sleeping face. Pictures from your nightmare come to mind, pushing them away you take in his features: pale skin, sharp cheekbones, long dark eyelashes, smooth pink lips. He looks so innocent when he’s asleep and can’t spew rude comments at you. Sighing, you decide to enjoy this moment of peace, and cuddle closer to him. His arms tighten around you, and you start to think that maybe being stuck in this place with him could be a good thing.

anonymous asked:

did isayama really call armin pure and innocent?

@megumegufire posted a translation of that post here. I have an idea where you got the translation from but that’s simply taking shortcuts here.

Isayama’s entry describes the smile Armin made at this moment:

Or more accurately, the draft of this page:

Armin and Mikasa smiling at each other - Ch. 90

…Which was erased because apparently Armin was too dazzled like in a commercial. It’s hard to tell because this is a draft, but Armin’s seemingly grinning on the draft instead of keeping his mouth open. Having Armin grinning would make his reaction towards Mikasa’s enjoyment more gleeful, like a child who got what he wanted.

He then proceeds to compare Armin to an old friend, as this guy who didn’t let age beat him down and went on collecting what he wanted since his childhood, when Isayama mostly moved on. He’s talking specifically of that part of him that stays “pure and innocent”, never corrupted by someone’s growth.

That purity of his is something that was supposed to be incredibly important to us – it’s the sensitivity we once had that we leave behind as we get older.

And I think that’s normal for everyone. It’s normal to gradually kill off your old self like that, without even knowing it.

But he hasn’t killed his old self at all. In other words, you could consider him sinless and pure.

Think of him as that friend who’s all happy to go on safaris because they loved wildlife so much as a child.

He then goes out at the end of the commentary by describing Armin as that “part of him he killed a long time ago”, meaning his childhood self. Seeing that in Armin would mean a childish but ambitious kid who would share his joy with the others. This is where the points in ANSWERS come into play.

Armin has a dream about discovering the unknown, the unexplored territory, which is one of the main reason why he joined the Survey Corps. It’s not to say he dedicated his life only to explore the curiosities of the world, but he also agreed to sacrifice himself for the sake of Humanity, where he’d rather die than be a burden. In chapter 82, he was ready to renounce to his dream and his life in order to defeat Bertolt, so the SC could advance.

Problem being: he came back at the price of two lives, one the SC mustn’t be allowed to lose. He unconsciously devoured an shifter to become one, which is labeled as a sin. There’s a reason why Eldians hide the truth about the origins of the titans, since they’re part of Ymir’s curse. By becoming a shifter, Amrin stepped outside the path of a “normal” human; he can turn into one of these monsters humans fear, can grow his limbs back and is either fated to pass his curse to some random Eldian baby 13 years later or be devoured.

By saving Jean’s life while killing another person, Armin lost a part of himself because the experience was so painful. 

Sources: Armin’s tainted innocence, sinning and turning into a shifter, Armin’s dream.

That explains why he’s not immediately splashing in the ocean alongside Jean, Sasha and Connie or shouting about him finding a shell like Hange did with sea cucumbers.

Jean, Sasha and Connie splashing themselves and Hange finding sea cucumbers - Ch. 90

That would explain why his expression was more relief when Mikasa was smiling at him, because he remembered why he wanted to find the ocean so badly, he remembered his joy about finding it with Eren and Mikasa, since he kept talking about it to him. He was hoping Eren kept an interest in it since he previously described the sea as a giant lake with water that stretches to the horizon with an amount of salt so big no merchant could collect it in a lifetime, and his theory was confirmed. He even wanted Eren to show him what’s called a “seashell”…

…But Eren’s having none of it. 

My Favorite KurtBastian FanFics

1.   Legally in love by KrazyForKurtbastian A year after Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel break up, Sebastian a successful named partner in his own law firm (with his happily married friends Jeff and Nick) finds himself alone on his birthday.

2.  Who, Being Loved is Poor? by KrazyForKurtbastian Long ago in a land far away both Prince Sebastian and his devious step brother Prince Hunter have feelings for the lowly but beautiful stable hand’s son Kurt Hummel.
As both princes compete for the peasant boy’s affections Kurt must decide who he loves, the kind but misunderstood crown prince or his deceptively sweet brother?

3.  It’s Just Like a Movie by AndersonRex Kurt was a journalist for a struggling celebrity magazine, and Sebastian was an actor with enough baggage to go around. It’s only when Kurt’s boss assigned him an article that requires him get closer to his former rival, that he starts to wonder if the pros really do outweigh the cons.

4.  Beautiful Things Never Last by AndersonRex After Klaine’s breakup, Kurt seeks solace in Virginia. There he finds a certain Warbler who might help him rediscover the original Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

5.  The Time When… by Starlight_Daylight: Collection of moments Kurt and Sebastian shared the time when they…Drabbles are not necessarily from the same AU unless stated otherwise. If not, they have no relations to each other.

6.  ‘til Kingdom Come by flipmeforward (vinterdrog): Series chronicalling the lives of Kurt and Sebastian.

7.  A Winter Full of Kurtbastian by afterdalton

8.  KB Week 2014 by OfAGroovyMind 

Day 1: Dalton!Kurtbastian.
Day 2: Cheerio!Kurt x Lacrosse Captain!Sebastian.
Day 3: Crossover or AU.
Day 4: Body Swap.
Day 5: College!AU.
Day 6: S4 Redo.
Day 7: Online.

9.  If I Never Drew You by Leydhawk:  Kurt has always drawn his clothing designs on a model of a boy he sees in his mind, a boy with green eyes, who grew and changed as Kurt did. When he gets into an AP art program at the local college, he never expects to meet the boy in person, or that Sebastian has been drawing Kurt since childhood as well.

10. Give Me a Memory. by Teardropfires“So for three years now, they’ve been doing this. This admittedly weird friendship that toed the line into unknown territory more times than he can count. Kurt had always assumed it was one-sided and unrequited.But none of this explains why Sebastian attacked Kurt mid sentence by smashing his face against his.”

11.  Like One of Your French Boys by cornflakesareglutenfree Sebastian draws, okay? It’s a masculine pursuit. Get over it. And sure, Kurt has good lines. And maybe he should take his pants off.
OR
The fic where Sebastian is drawing Kurt in a coffee shop and then things get *saucy*.

12.  Meerkat Day by delightful_fear A Groundhog Day AU. Sebastian & Kurt are complete opposites, and being thrown together for a big case, when the universe throws a wrench into the works. Can Sebastian overcome the time loop he’s stuck in, and come out the other side smiling?

13.  Wrong Window by delightful_fear It starts with Sebastian sexting Kurt by accident…. Or was it an accident?
Things heat up between them and then go in a surprising direction.

14.  Distraction 'verse by artist_artists The first Kurtbastian fics I ever wrote! These go AU after season three, since they were written that summer, and it follows Kurt and Sebastian’s relationship from friends in college to more.

15.  Coffeeshop Drabbles by KurtbastianJust A Collection Of Drabbles, none interconnected but ALL of them kurtbastian!

16.  Glitter and Grease by scifigeek14 The club was called Desire and it was about as cliche as strip clubs came. What wasn’t expected was that the Raven was Kurt Hummel or that Sebastian Smythe would discover this fact.

17.  The Love You’re Given by Teardropfires:  Kurt and Blaine have been somewhat happily married for almost 16 years. They have a beautiful six year old daughter, they have great friends, a nice home in the city, and Kurt has a job that he loves. After an embarrassing flop from his first attempt as a solo act on Broadway, Blaine starts teaching at a few of the universities and has made the family move further from the theater district, much to Kurt’s dismay. Kurt continues to work his way through the community separate from Blaine, but has always been reluctant to take on major roles in order to keep the peace with his husband. After a drunken night of writing, Kurt and Rachel create the start of a promising new musical that has them all excited. When it gets up and running and receives some positive buzz, it puts a strain on an already rocky marriage. But one Sebastian Smythe, fresh off a nervous breakdown, threatens to knock it over the final edge when Jesse hires him as the producer. Kurt tries to save his marriage, be a good father, have a successful career, and find happiness.

18.  Summer Wind by iaminarage:  This verse is basically a series of fluffy one shots. In this verse, Kurt and Sebastian started dating in January of Kurt’s Sophomore year at NYADA. Sebastian is a student at NYU. It is generally canon compliant through the end of season 4.

19.  Control of the Heart by xonceinadream Sebastian’s always hated knowing who his soulmate is going to be, that he couldn’t choose his life. When Sebastian meets Kurt at Dalton his life turns upside down. He’s not ready for a relationship but he doesn’t want to hurt Kurt. When Kurt meets Blaine and starts falling for him that changes things for Sebastian and he comes to a few realizations. 

20.  Not Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr: After a year of a relationship with both Blaine and Sebastian, Kurt has had enough, and he’s decided to remove the source of all his relationship problems from the equation… himself.

21.  Make Me Happy by iaminarage After spending two years out on tour with Wicked, Kurt Hummel is finally back in New York and ready to take the next step in his career. What he’s not ready for is the sudden reappearance of Sebastian Smythe. This is the story of a career, a relationship, and a group of friends finding their way in the city they all love.

22.  Four Hearts by KurtsAnatomy (TheSwanOfWinterfell) Blaine Anderson, Elliott Gilbert, Adam Crawford and Sebastian Smythe are the four rulers of Dalton Academy and the Warbler Council Members. When new kid Kurt Hummel auditions for the Warblers, all four of them slowly begin to fall in love with him. Who will get him?

23. Is It Stalking If You Have Permission? by JessAlmasy The one where Kurt tries to turn a stalker into a boyfriend but has the small problem of not knowing who’s texting him.

24.  Life in Technicolor by hammersandstrings Kurt is fresh off a Tony win when he faces his toughest role yet: PR boyfriend to Academy Award nominee and resident pain in the ass, Sebastian Smythe.

25.  Hunter Clarington: A Mystery by rasyaharidy Kurt Hummel, an up and rising Broadway and film actor, is happily married with entrepreneur Sebastian Smythe, and best friends with renowned orthopedist Hunter Clarington. Although he is tied down with Sebastian for years as of now, some people would see the three of them in a polyamorous relationship, because of the affection Hunter gives to Kurt and the latter doesn’t even mind. But, of course, there’s a story behind everything. It is quite long, though.

26.  Of Bear Cubs, Meerkats, and Hobbits by Obsessivecompulsivereadr Blaine has cheated on Kurt, and while Kurt is in no way surprised, he is surprised about who Blaine cheated with – Dave Karofsky. While Kurt sets out to make changes in his life, Blaine won’t accept the break-up without a fight. And an unexpected friendship with Sebastian Smythe changes everything for Kurt.

27.  It’s Just A Bar, Right? by JessAlmasy After leaving NYADA, Kurt finds himself working in a bar with the last people he’d ever dreamed of. He’d known he was making a mistake since he first walked in the door, but he’d had no idea what he was getting himself into, or where it would lead.
AKA: The CoyoteUgly!Glee story that never should have been written.

28.  Later Then? by Obsessivecompulsivereadr:   Sebastian pulled him close and dipped his mouth near Kurt’s ear again, “Isn’t this where you tell me you have a boyfriend and I say something about not caring?”

29.  Call It a Clan (Call It Family) by monchy   On any regular day, Kurt would claim to hate children. But then, well, then there’s Madeleine Smythe.

30.  Safe Harbor by KattsEyeDemon When tragedy strikes, Sebastian has to find help in the one place he would never have thought. Living with Hudmels proves to be a blessing and his undoing at the same time: can he resist the boy he simply can’t have? Or will these unwelcome feelings destroy his only safe harbor?

- Link to My Favorite Lady Divine (because she is the KurtBastian Queen) Stories:http://nikijuly17th-kurtbastian.tumblr.com/post/157618107572/my-favorite-lady-divine-kurtbastian-fanfics

- I will probably have part 2 and 3, because there’s just so much talent.

- And seriously check out  hazelandglasz, iaminarageLady Divine (fhartz91)hummelssmythescifigeek14lilinascacophonylightsThumb3l1n4afterdaltonflipmeforward (vinterdrog)OfAGroovyMindAndersonRexKrazyForKurtbastianLeydhawkTeardropfiresStarlight_Daylightdelightful_fearartist_artistsValdyr,   Daughter_of_Scotland, Obsessivecompulsivereadr and  JessAlmasy on AO3. INSANELY TALENTED WRITERS.

Captain’s Vigilante (4/?)

Word Count: 4400ish

Warnings: a lot words. Some violence and guns(obviously) and mentions of a bomb. If that may trigger you, I advise you greatly to read with caution or stop reading entirely. But if you don’t, feel free to read. Some wrong grammar and spelling mistakes are there too. It’s kinda confusing to read. The italics are sometimes there for either what they’re thinking of, something they’re remembering remember just separate it from the flashbacks. I made the their texts bold to avoid confusion. i dunno guys everything’s wack i just hope you enjoy reading. thanks again xx

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major threat and have to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to so you play with it. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

Masterlist

You help me with anything I want you to. Steve punched the bag in front of him.  

When I ask, you answer. He hit it again and it swung from the impact.

You don’t get to ask questions about my own agendas. So don’t even try. Another punch and the seam on the bag opened a bit.

Whatever happens, don’t let me be caught. I don’t care if you have to lie or if you have to deceive your teammates. Compromise our little arrangement and our deal is off.

Betray me. And there’ll be consequences. A particular hard punch made the bag swung to almost a ninety degree angle.

In exchange, I’ll give you my services about everything I know about your missions. Just send me your whole file and I’ll send it back better. That’s my bargain, captain.

Isn’t that a little unfair on my part?

Of course it is. Do we have a deal? The bag swung bag, ready to hit whatever is in its way.

Deal. Steve readied himself, bracing for it.

Congrats, captain. You just made a deal with the devil. He caught the bag with his hands, not even moving a bit from the impact. He glared at the bag as he breathed heavily. He remembered their deal as if it was only yesterday. How he agreed to it with little thought in such little time was beyond him. And after a night’s rest, he realized what he did and came here to beat the frustrations out of him through something healthy like destroying yet another punching bag and enduring one of Tony’s talks about how these things doesn’t fall out of the sky.

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